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I remember the day like it was yesterday. We were 18, just shy of graduation, two boys sitting too close in a barn, lost in our own world.

James Abrams was a sweet boy, too sweet for the hard life on the farm. 5’10 and 210 with sandy blonde hair and light brown eyes. Two chipped teeth in the front from a fall over a rake as a kid, and a checkmark scar over his eye from a fight with his older brother. He wasn’t perfect, but he was so handsome to me.

I wasn’t too bad to look at either; he often told me how sexy he thought I was. Standing at 6’2 and 250, I was an offensive lineman on the football team. I had buzzed black hair with light blue eyes. A slightly crooked nose from a football injury, and ears that were slightly too big for my liking.

We sat cross-legged on the ground facing each other, holding hands and trading gentle kisses. The moment was perfect. I still remember the way the sun shone through the slats on the roof and the smell of oil and hay. It may sound like an odd combination, but it was all I needed. We brought our heads together, looked into each other’s eyes, and whispered our secret plans for the future. We’d walk across that stage and run to my jeep and drive away from this town forever. Head to Austin and live our lives. But we were children, children that should have been paying more attention.

James’s skin goes cold, and suddenly he pushes me to the right just in time to miss the hammer that came flying towards me. We jumped up to see Jame’s dad reaching for another tool as he screams at us. I don’t remember what he said, but I remember letting go of James’s hand and running out the back door. I ran until my chest ached and I reached my jeep. When I turned back, James was nowhere to be found. I feared the worst, but I couldn’t stay. I also knew I couldn’t go home. James’s dad would call mine, and my dad wouldn’t tolerate a fag living in his house. I panicked.

Speeding home, I was relieved to see no one home. I ran upstairs and packed the few belongings I had. An old bible, the three books I owned, gifts from friends across high school, and two days’ worth of clothes. I grabbed a piece of paper and went to my mother’s bible. I quickly wrote her a note, slid it into her favorite verse, and placed it on the bed. I didn’t realize it until that moment, but tears had started to run down my face.

I made my way downstairs, and just as I’m headed out the backdoor the front door comes flying open and I heard my father angrily call my name. Fear grips me, and I run out the back door and towards my jeep. I jump inside, crank it, and reverse wildly past his truck and through my mother’s flowers. I faintly hear my father screaming my name as he runs around the back of the house, but it’s too late; I shift into drive and drive away for what I thought would be forever. Headed towards Austin.

* * * *

Yes sir, I’d like to enlist in the Army. I don’t have anything worth staying for.

* * * *

For the next 7 years, I served my country. I got my GED. And I drowned my guilt in the blood and dirt of war. My mother wrote me in secret every month. I only wrote her back once to let her know I was out of the army and gave her my new phone number. She would call me in secret every Sunday and every time I would let her go to voicemail and listen to them back. I was still a coward.

Three months into me trying and failing to start a new life for myself in Austin she didn’t call on Sunday. Two days went by and she finally called, this time I answered. She was sobbing.

“Will, your father is gone. A stroke took him. Please come home.”

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I started the five-hour drive. I zoned out to music and try not to think about what awaits me when I arrive.

Before I know it, I’m pulling into my little town that’s not so little anymore. I found it hard to believe that things could change so much in 7 years, but here I was looking at all the new chains and suburbs that had popped up. People seeking a taste of the country life. I had to pull up my GPS to make my way to my mom’s house. As I turn the corner filled with large trees there are more houses, fewer fields, and many more people with kids playing on the sidewalk and dads mowing lawns. It’s a different world.

I pull up in front of the house and sit in the jeep taking deep breathes before I face her. Finally, I grow a pair and hop out of the jeep with my duffle bag. I walk up the drive and notice she regrew the tulips I drove through that day. I knock on the door and anxiously wait for the anger she must have towards me.

“You finally came back home”.

She looked so much older than the woman I remember from when I left. I couldn’t help it, tears fell from my eyes and I started to shake. She opened the door and wrapped me in the same safe warm hug I remembered as a child. She still smelled of lavender and honey.

After a few moments, we pull apart and she pulls me inside and towards the living room. I turn the corner and see both my aunts. One with a look of disgust that she quickly washes away, and another with a look of concern that stays for the remainder of the night. I greet them both and then excuss myself to put my things away. I walk up the stairs and notice the 3rd and 7th steps still creek. Memories start flooding back to all the good times, but they disappear as I open my old bedroom door to find everything gone but a single full-sized bed. I sigh and throw my duffle on the bed and decide the head back down. The next few hours are filled with awkward conversations and avoiding both the elephants in the room.

Finally, I can’t take anymore and excuse myself to go for a drive. My mother looks panicked, but I promise her I’ll be back, I just need some air. I ask her if Rodeo is still open and she says it closed about two years ago, but if I head down Spur 380 there was a new place with a yellow roof. I wouldn’t realize till later that my mother suggested that place on purpose. But at the moment I thanked her, grabbed up my keys, said goodbye to my aunts, and headed out into the dimming sunlight.

I drive around aimlessly for about an hour, just taking in the town and sights. I oddly don’t see anyone I recognize and that calms me down a little. I let the streets naturally lead me to Spur 380 after a few wrong turns and I see the restaurant with the yellow roof. I park and hop out of the jeep and inhale the delicious smells wafting across the parking lot. Walking inside I take note of everyone and I feel a few eyes on me, but I ignore it, I won’t be here that long.

The hostess takes me to a small booth in the back corner, I order a bacon cheeseburger, something I’ve been eating a lot of now that I’m out, and a dr pepper with fries. I sit and ponder what life is gonna be like now that my dad is gone. Before my thoughts get too dark my food comes out and I start to eat not realizing how hungry I am. I clear the plate and use the fries to soak up the juices from the burger. I lean back and close my eyes enjoying the content full feeling when I hear a voice I never thought I’d hear again. I open my eyes to see him clearing the tables near me.

“James?”

It came out before I could even think. He looks up at me drops the dishes in the tub and simply walks away towards the bathroom. I’m stunned, but I get up and follow him. Walking into the small space I see him splashing his face with water.

“James?”

He doesn’t turn to look at me.

“You should never have come back. Traitor.”

With that, he turns around and shoves me out of the way.

Everything from that point on until my dad’s service was a blur of depression, the world feels blue, and the only thing that keeps me functioning is my mom. She’s broken and needs help putting herself back together despite hiding it from the world so well.

* * * *

“Hey Will.”

I hear the voice behind me as I finish shaking our Pastors hand. I slowly turn and standing there with a small girl in his arms is James. He looks better than when I saw him last week in the restaurant, but I can still see how hard these 7 years have been on him.

“Hey James, thank you for coming.”

I keep it short and sweet, after what he said to me in the restaurant I couldn’t figure out why he was here and I had my guard up.

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said and I’m sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

Before I can answer, my mother, eyes puffy and face looking two shades too pale places her hand on my arm. I place my hand over hers and ask if she’s ready to go. She says yes with a small sign and then registers that James is the one in front of us.

“Oh James, thank you for coming, it’s been so long.”

She moves to him with a sweet hug and a kiss on the head of the girl with her arms wrapped around his neck. She pulls back and tells him to please come back to the house for the dinner the family has planned. He starts to decline, but for some reason, my mother pushes and he finally gives in. I don’t know how to feel about this, but my primary objective today and keeping my mom together.

The rest of the day was spent at the house with people coming and going, bringing more food than could fit in both our fridges. Short conversations and peoples questioning glances when they thought I wasn’t looking. I caught up with a few people who were surprised the rumors about me joining the army were true, and I found out that the small girl attached to James was his three-year-old daughter with Sally. Her name was Emily and she happily ran around outside with the other kids. James stayed pretty close to her outside and I would catch glimpses of him through the window.

All too soon, the day started to leave and my mother asked all the kids to come inside. She decided she wanted to read to them so they pilled in her bedroom and she sat in her rocker and started to read. This was her happy place, she always loved kids. This was also my moment. James walked into the kitchen as I grabbed two beers and say follow me while handing him one.
We head outside beers in hand and walk out to my dad’s old shop. Nothing large, just a little shed with his lawnmower and other tools for home projects. We step inside and he just leans on the old bench. The last time we were in here he was sitting naked on the bench as we had sex with wild abandon. That moment felt like a lifetime ago. He tilts his beer back and doesn’t stop drinking until it’s empty.

“Why’d you leave me?”

It hung in the air and pressed against my skin like cold steel.

“You know he beat me. Beat me every day. Beats me still when the mood hits him.

He sighed and looked out of the small window.

“He pulled me out of school and made me work the farm nonstop, but it didn’t matter; we lost it all the same.”

“James.”

He cuts me off.

“I thought things would be easier when I started dating Sally. I used her to try and forget you. Got her pregnant and had Emily trying to forget you. Sally up and left town one day and never came back. So now I’m here with Emily who I can barely afford to keep fed and clothed in the same week, being beaten by my daddy, with no education and nothing to show for myself. All wishing that I could forget or hate you.”

He looked so small, so haunted. He was too broken to cry… he just swayed. He closed his eyes to take a deep breath and I stepped up to him and placed my lips on his. Soft and sweet, he still tasted of cinnamon, but he didn’t kiss me back. My forehead falls to his and I place one hand on the side of his face and another on his waist.

“You left me.”

It was a whisper, but it was deafening to me. My mouth goes dry and I start to shake.

“I’ve done terrible things in the army trying to run away from the guilt I felt leaving you that day. And now I’m this close to you and I feel worlds apart. We’ve been breaking every day we’ve been apart. Please….”

This time it’s his turn to kiss me. His lips feel warmer this time, more alive. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. I feel his body respond to me and it brings mine alive. We’re two broken men trying to find a moment in time.

“Will, I don’t know that I have anything left inside to give.”

I pull his head onto my shoulder and we just rock back and forth.

We were very fortunate for many decades in the remote village where I grew up because we had not got raided by the notorious southern Vikings that dominated the region at that time. We always lived in fear that one day that could change, and regrettably, sixteen summers after I was born, that dreaded day finally happened. We offered no resistance to our attackers because that would have been futile. They raped and plundered wantonly, and after they had sated their appetites, they left with their booty and selected prisoners. I was one of the prisoners.

Our uncomfortable return to their settlement took three days. Unlike most of the other prisoners, I remained unscathed during this ordeal. It was almost as if I got been singled out for less harsh treatment than the others. My presence also seemed to be a great source of excitement to our captors as they continually discussed me.

After arriving at our final destination, they separated me from the other prisoners and got placed in a cell alone. At nightfall, two captors collected me and took me to a large wooden structure. Upon entering, I realized that it was an eating area of sorts. In this large room, a U-shape of dining tables appeared. Hairy warriors seated all around, gorging on the chunks of meat. As I got led up the middle of the U-shape, a hush descended.

After reaching the centre of the main table, I observed a giant seated in the middle who was obviously the leader of this clan. He looked like a lion and was the embodiment of power. I had never seen a real lion, only pictures that had more artistic members of our village had drawn. I had also never seen red hair as bright as his, and it looked like his mane was on fire. He had icy blue eyes that radiated menace, and I could feel my knees shake as his gaze fixed on me.

“Mmmm,” he uttered in the lowest rumble I had ever heard. “Mmmm,” he emitted again before beckoning one of my two captors over to him. They conversed in a dialect unknown to me. After their conversation, my smiling captor returned to my side. As I looked back at the fire lion smiling broadly, his blue eyes were spinning in his head.

Next, I got taken to a bathing room, where I was stripped naked. Two other women then materialized, after which and I got the cleansing of my life. After thoroughly washing my long blond hair, the meagre facial hair I had proudly begun to cultivate got removed. I discerned that the red lion’s name was Ulf during this procedure.

After drying me off, my body got rubbed with scented oil that smelled like cedarwood. I was then dressed in a white knee-length garment and escorted to another room with the largest bed I had ever seen, covered with luxuriant animal fur that I did not recognize. I got instructed to lie on the bed before my captors left, bolting the door from the outside.

As I lay there, the thoughts of the previous few days raced through my mind. Would I ever see my home again? Why was I in this room? I thought about the druid from my village that preferred boys and had regularly used me as a woman. Was I here for Ulf’s sexual pleasure, or maybe he had a daughter to whom he’d gift me for her sexual pleasure?

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the bolt on the door slide open. When Ulf entered, my heart rate escalated because these warriors would cut one’s head off in the wink of an eye. Ulf then moved to the foot of the bed and fixedly stared at me.

“Mmm… Mmmm,” he rumbled.

He gestured that I should get off the bed and move next to him, which I did without hesitation. His cold eyes began to scan every part of me. He then indicated that I should remove the garment I was wearing. I did so without pause.

“Mmm… Mmmm,” he again roared as he feverishly began caressing my entire body. As his breathing became ever louder, it was almost as if he was snorting. I was now in no doubt that I would have to become the ‘woman’ to this giant. The druid had been a much smaller man and a very gentle lover, but I had an intuition that Ulf would have no concept of tenderness.

Ulf began to remove his clothing without taking his eyes off me. As he did so, it was as if the fiery mane was raging down his torso before he got down to his leather pants and boots. Both fur boots were then also removed and also tossed aside. Finally, he undid the cord of his trousers, which fell to the floor before being kicked away.

An erect white tusk protruded out of his hellfire of pubic hair as he stood looking at me. The tip of his horn glistened with moisture, which oozed down his horn. It looked like the blue veins on his knob were pulsating as his cock twitched. With lust sparkling in his eyes, he kept smearing his slime up and down the curved tusk. Ulf then lifted me and tossed me onto the bed on my back before his body moved over mine. I lay rigid with fear as he swamped my body. When his face closed in on my head, Ulf began to sniff me as his moist cock nestled along my torso. 

“Mmm… Mmmm,” he again rumbled, moving from ear to ear over my face. I could smell the animal fat on his beard from the meat he had gorged upon earlier.

Progressing down my body, he began sniffing my nipples from one to the other, continuously uttering his “Mmmm’s.” Then, he proceeded further down to my genitals as the sniffing and the “Mm’s” droned on. Later, shifting up my body again, his head stopped at my nipples. Ulf suctioned my left nipple into his greasy mouth before he commenced nibbling on my pink teat. As he bit, I wanted to push his head away. I knew full well, however, not do so. I was entirely at his mercy and would have to endure any torture he meted out. I was about to gasp when he released my tender nipple before moving to the other one.

As I howled, his growls became ever louder. Next, pushing my arms out on either side of me, his paws clamped onto my upper arms. As Ulf began swaying his body with excitement, I felt his slimy horn grinding against my stomach. With a sudden shift, his mouth encased my lips in a hairy embrace. When his tongue began demanding entry, I knew that I had to relent. His slippery slug plunged into my mouth as he compressed my head solidly in his hands. With my jaw overwhelmed by spit and hair, I was also becoming aware of his smelly body odour.

Roaring like a wild animal, Ulf suddenly lifted before placing his knees between my legs. As I lay spread-eagled before him, he tapped my crotch with his ivory horn.

After motioning me to hold my legs back for him, Ulf began to nudge at my man-pussy. His eyes became wild as his prodding intensified. In a single thrust, he sheathed his sword into my tight scabbard. When I gasped he fell forward clamping my outstretched arms. As I squirmed and flailed under him, he bellowed even louder, taking complete possession of me and countering my every move with his mass. He continued stabbing me manically while thundering his satisfaction.

Following that, he stopped, and after lifting his torso, observed me in wonder. As I whimpered and groaned, the look of lust in his eyes was eerie. Ulf again lowered himself onto me, cradling my torso in his arms. With his clammy mouth enclosing my lips once more, his hips renewed their pounding. Becoming more relaxed, I even felt myself becoming extremely stimulated.

Ulf snarled into my mouth as he continued his manic grinding before finally lifting his upper body and seeding my arse. As he boomed ecstatically, his head twitched triumphantly as the final squirts of spunk sprayed into me. Upon lifting to his knees, he grasped both my legs, maintaining his knob inside me. Every few seconds he again jabbed his cock into me as I grunted, and he snorted his approval.

After pulling his cock out of me, Ulf now inserted his enormous thumb and began stimulating my prostate. When he commenced tugging my cock my balls tightened. Ulf’s mouth then closed in on my knob, causing me to shoot the most gratifying load of my life.

His hairy mouth was dripping with cum as he again moved up my body and started kissing me. My release had been so mind-blowing that I now found myself actively reciprocating. After clamping my arms around his head, I happily responded to this fire Viking. When I eventually felt his cock stiffen again, I lifted my legs willingly, awaiting his next incursion. Ulf had claimed and tamed me completely.

As his horn entered me once more, his grunting and thumping began anew. I started sucking and biting on his massive tongue to rumbling murmurs of appreciation from him as I clamped my hole onto his knob. I even began thrusting my hips upward excitedly, encouraging my fiery warrior’s onslaught. As I lay cradled in his grasp there was no longer any fear, only total satisfaction as Ulf’s hum ensconced us in a warm and sensual glow. After lifting his body again, I was turned onto my stomach and pounded mercilessly for the next several minutes. Once more he elatedly roared as he unloaded into me.

We had one final session before we fell asleep that night. It was less frantic and also lasted much longer. There also seemed to be a lover’s intimacy, which had started to develop. After my initial anxiety, matters were looking more promising.

Afterward, I lay awake wondering what else lay ahead for me in my new environment as I listened to his heavy breathing.

Ulf did not visit me every night, and I knew he also had a wife and children. I, however, got allowed much freedom as my life improved over the following months. Fortunately, there seemed to be no animosity toward me, and I was well treated. I also became conversant in the local dialect and soon began to communicate comfortably. I also befriended one of the house servants with whom I bonded.

She was a fountain of knowledge and kept me appraised of all I needed to know and understand. One of her alarming predictions was that my longevity as Ulf’s lover would be short-lived. He liked variety, and on the frequent marauding escapades, his comrades would always be on the lookout for fresh young men to keep him satisfied. Once a boy like me had got used, we generally got passed down to the ranks of his subordinates.

I was lucky to have a longer lifespan with Ulf than most young male substitutes, and I lasted over seven hundred days. The inevitable, however, finally arrived. To my horror, I was passed on to Vigrid, as the maid had predicted.

Vigrid was a behemoth of a man and was renowned as the strongest and cruellest warrior in the kingdom. Vigrid was also legendary for his brutality in the bedroom.

Although the sides of Vigrid’s head were shaved bald, he, however, had was had a thick strip of hair across the top of his head and woven into a plait, which hung off the back of his head like a horse’s tail. Vigrid smelled like a dirty goat and was not renowned for his hygiene. There were also rumours that he never slept with his wife and preferred fucking slave boys like me.

Unsurprisingly, it was, therefore, with great trepidation that I found myself in his quarters when Ulf decided to dispose of me.

When Vigrid finally entered our den, my heart was palpitating. As I lay there in my nightdress, I watched him stomping toward me menacingly. After Vigrid leaped at me, he pinned me down and commenced kissing me. His beard smelled rancid as his huge lips started smearing all over my head. After several minutes, he lifted and began removing his heavy upper clothing. Once his hairy torso was naked, Vigrid once more lunged at me and enveloped me in his overbearing masculine odour.

I was powerless as the ogre shrouded me in his hum. In his excitement, Vigrid began sweating profusely as his large frame writhed on top of me. The eagerness of his actions only intensified his stench as his fat lips traversed my face. When his enormous hands forced my lips wide open, he cleared his throat and spat a massive blob of spit into my mouth. As I felt the globule swilling in my mouth, his fat tongue speared into my mouth and commenced stirring the disgusting mucous. Although I felt like gagging, I did not dare to do so.

My life after Ulf was becoming a stomach-turning nightmare, but I was at this pig’s mercy. When I believed that matters could not get worse, Vigrid took me to the next sickening level. After he once more lifted his head and again forced my mouth open with his icky hand, he lowered his head before closing his right nostril and blowing a deluge of snot from his left nostril into my mouth as I lay there traumatized. After changing hands and nostrils, the contents of his right nostril followed.

The cruelty in his eyes glowed with menace as he said, “Swallow, swallow bitch!” 

I obediently swallowed, very worried that if I showed disdain, a severe beating might follow.   

“Mmm, you belong to me now, body and soul. I have waited for this for a long time. But now, you are mine,” Vigrid exulted.   

Vigrid now arose and removed his boots and trousers. As I watched, when his genitals finally appeared, my eyes began spinning in my head. I had never seen or imagined that a cock could be so big. It looked like another forearm and fist was extending off the front of him.

As he observed the fear in my eyes, he laughingly said, “Now I am going to make your arse pay for the delay. Take off that fuckin’ nightdress.”

As I stood and pulled it off, inexplicably, I had a raging hard-on. I could not wait for the battering ram from this pig to annihilate my backside.

“Assume the doggy position bitch and bite on the pillow,” he hollered before adding, “This isn’t going to be pleasant.”

Much as I had hoped that some lubricant might get employed, the dry fist offered no such reprieve. No glob of spit came to my rescue as the dry dome of his uncut dick commenced bludgeoning my pucker. In one fell swoop, the orb thumped into my arse. With his manic icky hands clamped on my hips, Vigrid plunged into my backside. I saw stars as my anus got ripped asunder. I screamed as his abnormal dick slammed into me, followed by his bulky frame flattening me into submission. I cried as his thumping hips plundered into me. Inexplicably, the pain was exhilarating.

Vigrid’s hands drummed on my head as he pillaged my arse. Oddly, this was also painfully pleasurable, and even his potent odours were beginning to excite me. After what had formerly been through, subservience had become a way of life for me. It was my lot in life, and I would deal with it.

What happened next, however, alarmed me. As Vigrid was about to ejaculate, he turned my body and unloaded under my nostrils.

“Sniff … Sniff my jizz into your nostrils. All my potent Viking fluids will make you stronger.” Vigrid barked. I almost choked as his cum entered my nasal passages.

My relationship with Vigrid lasted for many years, and rough as he was, he took great care of me. Despite my frequent bruises, battering, and fluid infusions. Generally, our lovemaking despite his peculiar penchants was mostly affectionate and stimulating, albeit rough.

After both Ulf and Vigrid got killed in battle, I became an even more valued member of the community, who took care of the new young slaves who had got captured. Thankfully, my job had many perks.         

I drove along the main drag of the small city I called home. The familiar sites passing by as I guided the new Z71 South toward the other end of town. The truck blending in with the traffic, with nearly every vehicle a 4×4 truck in this northern town.

As was normally the case in early September, the weather was wet and cold. A steady drizzle coated my windshield as I moved toward the Chinese buffet where I would have my after-work Friday meal.

I thought of how my life had changed these last three years. Dining alone was now the norm. Passing by the Pizza Stop where my now ex-wife told me that she was in love with someone else. We had dated in college and were married shortly after we graduated at the young age of 22.

After only four years the love was gone. I was almost relieved when she told me that she loved someone else and wanted a divorce.

Now at 29, I was in great shape. The gym, right next to my office was a regular visit. I didn’t have trouble attracting attention from the ladies, what with my athletic build, 6’ height and handsome face that made me look much younger. At least, that is what I have been told. I had been out on a few dates, but something just was not right. Like I kept seeing my ex in their eyes, thinking ‘what’s the use.’ I knew something was missing in my life. A void I did not know how to fill.

The small insurance company franchise I owned grew steadily after the divorce. I devoted my now ample free time to the business, and it had really paid off. The office building I owned was now free-and-clear from the bank and I leased out the extra space to other businesses in town. The 100-year-old house I lived in, near the small state university, was nearly finished. The extensive renovation had been going on for two years and I was proud on how it had turned out.

I flicked on the right blinker and turned the truck into the lot of the best Chinese food in town. I had not been there in a while and was actually looking forward to eating too much, something I always did when I came here.

I loaded up a plate and moved to my corner booth, in the back. I was seated in one of the rooms off to the side of the large dining area. As I enjoyed the Mongolian Beef I looked around the busy room.

Sitting in the other corner booth next to mine I noticed a good looking blond young man picking at his empty plate. He looked to be about 19, his longish hair a bit of a mess. He would frequently pick up his phone and then set it back down. His large worn backpack on the seat next to him. He was only about 10 feet from me, so I could clearly see the troubled look on his face. Like he was about to burst into tears.

When I returned from my second trip to the large buffet the young man was still in the same situation. His plate still empty and still staring at his blank phone like he was desperate for it to come alive.

Just then the manager came up to the young man. “I’m very sorry, but you’ve been here since lunch, and we are running out of tables. I need you to pay up and head out.”

The kid replied in a low hushed tone. “Please give me a little more time. My aunt said that she would be here to pay my bill. I don’t know why she is not answering her phone. I would never have eaten had I known that she would not be here by now. I spent all my money on bus fare to get here.” Tears welling up in his eyes and his handsome face turning red. “She was supposed to meet me here. I’m a freshman at the university and am supposed to live with her for the school year.” Tears now running down his bright red cheeks.

“Well, you can’t just keep sitting here. You had numerous trips to the buffet, and we need to be paid. Do I need to call the police?”

The young man laid his head down on his arms on the table. I could see his shoulders moving up and down and could hear his sobs. “Please don’t.”

“Let me take care of his bill.”

The manager looked at me. “Ok, if that is what you want. I really appreciate you taking care of it.”

The boy looked up at me. “Sir. Thank you so much. I didn’t know what to do.”

“What are you going to do now?”

The color drained from his boyish face. Like he hadn’t thought past paying the bill. “I, I, well I really don’t know. I guess I will walk to the university and have my aunt pick me up there.”

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Sounds like your aunt is unavailable. It is cold and wet outside. You will catch your death of cold before you get to the university. I know we just met, but I live right next to the university. I’m not a nut job, I own an insurance company in town.” As I handed him my card. “Hi, my name is Taylor.”

He reached out his hand slowly. “Kaydin. I really should try to find my aunt. She will be worried.”

“I’m sure she will, but you need to wait somewhere while you try to get in contact with her. You can’t stay here. Come on. I have a big ol’ house with lots of room.”

Kaydin climbed out of the booth and threw the pack over his shoulder. He looked to be about 5’10”. His clothes hung on his thin frame. His blond hair hung down in his eyes, over his ears and covered his collar in the back.

“Wow, nice truck.” He exclaimed as he climbed in.

“Thanks. It’s only a couple of months old. My first brand new vehicle.”

The ten-minute ride back to my place was pretty quiet. I could tell he was very nervous and didn’t know what to say.

I pulled the big Chevy into the driveway and parked in front of the garage. “Sorry, but my place is still not completely together. I have been working on a two-year project to restore it to its original condition. It’s almost done, but I still have a few things laying around.” I opened the door and ushered him in.

“It’s amazing.” He gushed. “It is really awesome.”

“Thanks, Kaydin. That means a lot to me. Tell you what. I have a buddy at the police department. Why don’t you tell me your aunts name and I will see if he has heard anything?”

“Her name is Katerina Walsh. My mom was her sister.” His eyes tearing up again.

“Alright, let me give him a call.” I walked into the other room. ‘What was it about this kid? His tear-filled eyes burned into my brain. Why did I feel like I needed to take care of him, hold him? What the hell was wrong with me?’

“Sorry, he is not working tonight. He’ll be in tomorrow morning. Looks like you are stuck here tonight, if that is alright with you.”

“Are you sure? I have really imposed a lot on you already.”

“Yeah, you have been a royal pain.” I said with a huge grin on my face.

That broke the ice. He started laughing. It was the first time I saw him relax.

“Why don’t you get settled in. Let me show you your room.” I took him upstairs and walked him into one of two large bedrooms on the second floor. “My room is downstairs, so you have this floor pretty much to yourself. This is the full bath, towels are in this closet and soap and shampoo are in the shower.”

“This is so unbelievable.” He said with awe. “Way nicer than what I am used to. Do you mind if I get a shower now? It has been a very long day.”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll be downstairs when you are done.”

30 minutes later he bounded down the stairs. “That shower was dope! The pressure like blasted me up against the wall.” He said laughing, his blond hair wet and uncombed.

We sat by the fireplace snacking on cheese curds and crackers. As the fire crackled, he began to open up. Once he started, the story began to pour out of his full red lips.

“I never knew my dad. My mom was a waitress, but she did stuff on the side. Like she would meet men at a motel near our house. She used drugs, but she kept it mostly under control. I had good grades in high school and really wanted to go to college. I received a scholarship for tuition and books at the university here, but not room and board. My mom talked to Aunt Kat about staying here, since she lived in the same town as where I got my scholarship. She had it all set up.”

“I saved money from my summer job so I would have spending cash for school. Then 3 months ago….” He paused, his young face turning red, his eyes welling up. “She OD’d. Aunt Kat told me at the funeral that she couldn’t host me till this week. So, I paid the rent for 3 months, but it took all my savings. I spent the last dime on the bus fare up here.” He was sobbing again.

I moved over beside him on the couch and put my arm around his broad shoulders. He put his head against my chest and continued to sob.

The next day I heard from my bud at the police station. Kaydin hadn’t heard from Aunt Kat because she had been arrested for dealing and was in county jail. She would be getting out in a few days, to await trial.

“You are welcome to stay here as long as you like. I have plenty of room and you can walk to classes from here.”

“I really appreciate it, but when my Aunt gets out, I will be out of your hair. You have done way too much already.” His green eyes reflecting his sadness.

We spent the weekend hanging out. I showed him around. Took him to my gym for a workout each day, which he really enjoyed. Let me tell you, that kid could eat. I took him to the grocery store, and we really loaded up.

It was the best weekend I had in a long time. Spending time with him was intoxicating. We really hit it off. We just clicked. I had only known him for two days, but it seemed like he had always been in my life.

Monday started orientation and Kaydin headed out in the AM as I left for work. When I got home, he had dinner ready with a big bowl of spaghetti and Texas toast on the table. He was bubbling with enthusiasm and excitement.

The details of his day poured out of his mouth. He got all the classes he wanted, for his business major. He thanked me again for taking him around campus the day before, so he knew where everything was. I sat and listened to him go on and on. I could have listened all day. There was just something about him.

Thursday, I took him down to the jail. His Aunt was being released. He had his bag packed and in the truck. He was very quiet on the ride there. We waited in the parking lot for her to walk out.

“There she is.” He jumped out of the truck and walked up to the middle-aged woman. She had sunken eyes and no color on her face.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

Taken aback, Kayden replied. “um, I am supposed to stay with you while I go to school.”

“Are you kidding? That deal is off!” She screamed. “I just had to post bail and can’t afford to pay for all your expenses. Besides your mom never made the last payment, so forget it. I have my own problems.” She stomped past the shocked kid.

Kaydin stood frozen in place. His mouth hanging open, unable to speak, tears running down his face. I walked up to the stricken kid. I put my arm around his shoulders and gently turned him. “Get in the truck. We are going home.”

He didn’t say a word on the short drive home. Just road with his head leaned against the side window staring blankly ahead. I put the truck in park as the garage door closed behind us. I looked over at him. “You can stay here as long as you want to. I hope it is a long time. I have really enjoyed having you around these last few days.”

He looked over at me. The look in his damp green eyes said volumes. He took a big swallow and quietly said, “thank you.”

Kaydin was a joy to have as a house guest. He always jumped in and helped with whatever was going on. He always kept his things picked up and did more than his share of cooking and cleaning. I showed him some simple construction things, like wiring a switch and outlet, some drywall work and other tasks. He took to it like a duck to water. He was so eager to learn. It was much more fun doing the remaining renovations with the two of us working on it.

Every time he walked into a room, my day was better. I could not get my brain around the feelings I was having for this kid. It did not make sense.

It was early December and overnight we had received about a foot of snow. I woke to the sound of something scraping. I looked out the window and saw Kaydin was out shoveling the driveway and walk. I just smiled and shook my head. He saw me in the window and waved excitedly. I started chuckling to myself and waved back. What was it about this kid?

Kaydin came in a little later, his cheeks red from the cold. “Sit down. I made your favorite breakfast. Cream of wheat and toast.”

“That sounds great!”

“Thanks for shoveling. You really don’t have to do so much, you know.”

“It’s the least I can do, man. I appreciate you.”

Kaydin quickly ate his breakfast and rushed up to get a shower. A few minutes later I looked up from the local news on the TV and there was Kaydin with just a towel around his slim waist, while he used another to lazily dry his hair. Taylor thought how often Kaydin would walk around the house bare footed or bare chested, always smiling at him when he entered the room. ‘I’m glad he now feels comfortable enough to treat this house like it is home.’ Thought the confused insurance agent.

The three months in the gym and eating regular meals had really filled out and shaped his frame. His hairless pecs were well defined as were his crisp six pack. He had a nice treasure trail from his navel, disappearing beneath the towel. The light blond hair on his thigh gave way to slightly darker hair on his shin area. His size ten feet… What can I say? They were perfect. His glistening muscles bulged as his athletic body moved with ease across the room, as his strong arms worked the towel into his hair.

“Dude, I said, did they say what the weather would be like today?” He said with a crooked grin, snapping me out of ogling his hot body. ‘Wait, what? Hot body?’ I had to get ahold of myself. I could not let this kid know what was going thru my mind. It wouldn’t be right. How could he make an honest decision on such a thing? He would think he owed it to me. He was always going on about how much I do for him. I would never take advantage of this sweet guy. Besides I’m not gay.’

‘Did I just catch him checking me out?’ Thought the nearly naked student. ‘God, I wish. Does he even know how hot he is? No way would he be into guys. He was married. I’ve given him plenty of hints and he has never made a move.’ The blond thought. ‘After everything he has done for me, I could never make the first move. Would he think I was only doing it because I had no other way of paying him back? I could not live with that. He means too much to me.’ Kaydin smiled as Taylor told him the weather would be sunny and cold today.

December flew by and next week Kaydin started winter break. “What are you going to do on break? If you want to go somewhere I would be more than happy to spot you some cash.”

“Thanks, but I think I would rather hang out here with you.” He said with a smile.

I can’t explain it but hearing him say that made me feel so warm inside. I wanted to just grab him and hug him, put my lips over his plump red lips…. ‘Oh god. Here I go again.’

“You have been talking about how things are quite busy at the office, and you were thinking about bringing someone on part time. I have computer skills and many of my classes are in business. I think I could help you out and even start paying you back.” Kaydin said, nervously shifting his feet.

“First of all, for the hundredth time, you owe me nothing. You do so much around the house it more than pays for your keep. If anything, I owe you. But on the job at my office thing, I would love to give you the part time job. Why do you think I never hired anyone? Damn you are slow at hints.” I said laughing.

Kaydin jumped up and put his strong arms around me. “Thank you. I didn’t want to ask and have you give me even more.”

“This ain’t no gift boy.” I said with a smirk. “You fuck up and you will be out on your ass. You’ll earn every dollar. You start Monday.”

“Yes sir!” Kaydin said with a salute and an ear-to-ear smile. He once again hugged me. Like a full body hug. Contact from our ankles to his chin in the small of my neck. ‘Why was my cock getting hard?’

Kaydin was a huge asset at the office. He caught on so quickly and was pulling his weight in just a couple of days. The rest of the staff loved his hard work, easy-going ways and friendly nature. He had some great ideas and did an excellent job streamlining our customer data base. I should have brought him on sooner.

Christmas morning, we sat looking at the tree drinking our coffee. “Here, this is for you.” I handed Kaydin a present. He tore it open like a little kid.

“How did you know?” He exclaimed staring at the Adidas Stan Smith sneakers.

“Like I didn’t notice you staring at them every time we walked by that store next to the office.”

By the time Kaydin had opened the last gift he looked at me with grateful, yet damp eyes.

“I know, it is all clothes and not really anything fun, but I thought….” My sentence was stopped by two arms pulling me roughly into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much. This is the best Christmas I have ever had.” He said, choking on some of the words. After a few minutes he finally let me go. “This one is for you.” He handed me a large box that was quite heavy. I gave him a concerned look, hoping he had not spent much of his meager finances on a gift for me.

I opened the big box and gasped as I looked in. He had built a mini replica of my office building, complete with my company name and even working lights. “This is incredible. This had to have taken you forever. When did you find the time?”

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? Are you kidding me? This is going in the front lobby first thing Monday morning. This is amazing. The detail is incredible. I love it. Thank you Kaydin.” It was now my turn to give him the long tight hug.

“I started it before break, so I did odd jobs around campus to get money to buy the supplies. Thank god for google, or I would never have been able to figure out how to do all of it.” He said beaming with pride.

“This has got to be the most thoughtful gift I can remember ever getting. So many people do not understand what it is like to start and grow your own business. Even many of my longtime friends don’t get it, my ex certainly did not. But from this gift I can see that you get it.” I leaned forward toward his lips and I swear I could see him leaning in toward mine. At the last second. ‘No. I can’t take advantage of him.’ And again, brought him into a tight long hug.

‘Was I dreaming it or did he almost kiss me.’ Kaydin thought as he felt the warmth of the man he cared so much about. ‘I have to stop thinking that he thinks of me that way of me.’ The blond stud thought sadly.

Valentines’ day was Saturday, and I scanned the cards on the large display at the grocery store. ‘Should I get one for Kaydin and tell him how I feel about him? Yeah right. And see one of two outcomes. He thinks he owes me so much that he gives in and does things he does not want to do. I could never do that to him. Or scenario number two, he packs his bags and runs out of the house as fast as he can. Losing him would kill me. Besides, he has never said a thing that would lead me to believe that he is gay or bi or whatever.’ I wheeled my cart out of that damn aisle.

Kaydin studied the Valentines’ cards at the campus store. ‘Holy shit. They even have one for a guy to give to a guy. If only. For god’s sakes. He lived with him. He worked with him. His life was the best it had ever been. Why would he risk it all? That would be so stupid. What if he wouldn’t even let him live there anymore? Far worst than that would be risking losing the best friend he had ever known.’ The blond freshman put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked over to the counter and ordered a hot chocolate. ‘No. He had too much to lose.’

Kaydin enjoyed the work at the insurance office. He was able to put in about 15 to 20 hours a week. While the work was rewarding and fun, as was the office team, the best part was being around Taylor those extra hours. Just seeing his face. Brushing elbows at the copy machine, the touch sending electricity through his body. And his scent. He wished he could just bury his face in the small of Taylors neck and breathe in every time he saw him.

“You have a couple of days off school around the first weekend in March, don’t you?”

“Yeah the university has two service days for the professors. Why do you ask?”

“Do you snowboard, or ski?”

“No, I have never been. Now I am really getting curious. Why are you asking?”

“Well, I thought we could drive up to Northern Ontario for a few days and do some hill shredding.” I said with a smile.”

“Oh my god. That would be awesome. I have always wanted to learn to snowboard, but…, well, ah, you know.”

We arrived at the chalet nestled in the snow-covered woods Wednesday just as it was getting dark. Kaydin was so excited, bouncing around like a little kid. “Look at the size of that mountain.” He exclaimed as he looked up at the lights going to the top. “We are going to go down that thing?” He said with a little worry in his voice.

“Let’s get the truck unloaded and then get some dinner.” I said chuckling. The meal was excellent, and the waiter was great. He seemed to think we were a couple. I did not correct him, and I noticed that Kaydin made comments to make the waiter even more sure that we were a couple.

“Let’s get in the hot tub.” Kaydin suggested excitedly as we got back to our room. Our room had a large deck in the back with an outdoor hot tub. It was snowing softly as we hurried across the snow-covered deck to get into the steaming water. There was just something about sitting in a hot tub, surrounded by snow, with even more falling. So peaceful. So relaxing. So romantic.

‘Could the young studs foot really brush up against me that many times on accident? Was he doing it on purpose? My imagination was going into overdrive. Was it the setting? The hot young stud that I was in love with, but couldn’t admit it to myself? The wine we both had at dinner and the glass we had now? Or the fact that I had booked this, refusing to admit to myself that I wanted to celebrate the 6th month anniversary of when I met him.’

No way could I get out of the water. My cock was so hard it was tenting my suit obscenely. I swear it would leak every time the blondes’ foot would brush against my leg.

Kaydin felt the top of his foot resting against the underside of the calf of the man he loved. ‘Were the repeated touches too much? Was Taylor going to push him away? Tell him to stop? Jump out of the hot tub and ruin this trip?’ He was so worried, but none of those things happened. His foot continued to rest against the muscular leg and no effort was made to move it away.

Kaydin loved that Taylor was such a patient teacher. The first couple of runs down the bunny hill had not gone very well. Taylor would snowboard backwards, braking to keep Kaydin from flying down the hill. While it was a slow go, there were still many falls, but he was learning fast.

“Are you ready to go to the medium hill?” Taylor said after lunch.

“Do you think I am ready? It looks pretty big.”

“You are ready. I will take you down the steeper parts, braking in front of you like we did at first on the bunny hill.”

I was amazed at how well Kaydin was doing as I watched him slowly go back and forth across the wide hill as he made his way to the steep middle section. I glided over to the young stud as he reached the top of the steeper part. “Ok, I’ve got you, but let me know when you want me to get out of your way.”

We were going a pretty good speed, me holding on to him as I went backward down the hill keeping his speed in check. Suddenly a boarder came flying out of the woods and clipped the edge of my board causing it to dig in. Next thing I know Kaydin, and I are rolling down the hill as one human ball.

When we stopped, I was laying on top of Kaydin nose to snow covered nose. We were both laughing realizing neither was hurt. He was staring deeply into my eyes and me into his deep green sparkling pools as our laughter subsided. Next thing I know my lips are against his. They were warm and wet from the melting snow. He pressed up against me and I down against him. Lips parted and soon I was licking and sucking against his young mouth and he in mine. I held his head tight to mine as my mouth ravaged his with a hunger that had been growing for so many months.

He looked up at me. “I have waited so long for that.” And he roughly pulled my head back down, our mouths attached again. My heart swelled hearing him say those words.

I’m not sure how we got back to the chalet, but we started to shed equipment and winter clothes before we got in the door. Once inside there was a trail of clothing that led to the large king-sized bed. The feeling of finally having his naked body pressed against mine had me on the edge of orgasm. My 8” cock was leaking profusely as was his 7.5” curved beauty.

I reached down and cupped his large balls. It was an electrifying feeling, his balls in my hands. I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth. I heard him let out a loud moan and felt his hand on the back of my head. Seconds later the first blast hit the back of my throat and covered my tongue. I quickly swallowed my first taste of cum as the kid kept blasting. Rope after rope. I swallowed as fast as I could but could not keep up. Seaman poured out of the corners of my mouth and dripped off my square chin.

I pulled off and placed my mouth full of teenage cream over his quivering red lips, my chest pressing down against his heaving muscular pecs. I shoved my cum coated tongue into his virgin mouth as he sucked and swallowed down his hot ample load.

“Holy shit. That was awesome!” He squealed. “My cum tasted great, but I bet yours is even better.” He said with a mischievous grin as he spun and latched onto my leaking cock like he was trying to suck a golf ball thru a garden hose.

What he didn’t have in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. He licked and sucked and bobbed his head up and down on my engorged shaft. Each time getting more of my cock into his untrained throat. He would gag and then go right back after it. In no time I felt his strong nose pressed firmly into my pubes as I shot my first volley directly into his gut.

As he came up for air, my cock continued to shoot blast after blast into his hot mouth. He began to choke as I flooded his mouth with my seed while he was trying to breathe. Cum was flying from his mouth and running out of his nose covering his handsome red face.

“Are you OK? I tried to warn you, but you felt so good I could not get the words to come out.” As I lay there holding his Greek god like body.

“Yeah, no words came out, just a gallon of cum.” He said giggling. “For your punishment I will fuck the virginity out of your ass and fill you with my seed.” He said in a commanding voice. “If it is alright with you. I have dreamed of fucking your gorgeous ass for so long.” He said almost apologetically.

“Just go easy big boy. I have never done this before and I am not sure I can take you without some kind of training or practice.” I said with trepidation, handing him a tube of lube.

“What’s this? You came up here prepared for me to fuck you?” Said the stud with a huge smile on his face. “Lay down on your back.”

The young teen licked and sucked his way up my heaving body. I felt his lips and tongue on my nipple and I gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot thru my body. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face in tighter to my pec. I could feel his slick finger circling my hold as he sucked even harder on my areola. I felt the digit slide past my virgin sphincter and begin to move in and out, spreading the slick gel into my tight ass with no pain. Soon the stud of my dreams began to insert another finger then after that a third. Now I was feeling the pain of being stretched as he worked them in and out.

He lifted his lips off my swollen tit and moved them to my throat, sucking and licking my neck. His long fingers left my greased hole, and I could feel a blunt object pushing where they had been. His muscular hips pushed forward, and my anal defenses gave way to the rigid intruder.

“Oh god. Hold it there for a minute. Give me time to adjust to that monster.” My face distorted in pain.

“Ok. Let me know when you are ready. God you are so tight and hot. It feels amazing.” As his lips found there way back to mine.

“Push some more in now but go slow. I’m still not sure I can take it all.” I felt the large tool begin to slide further into my virgin chute. Knowing this was the cock of the man I loved was helping the pain subside quickly. I could now feel his blond pubes tickling my ass cheeks. We lay there together in a completely connected embrace. Lips, tongues, pec to pec and his cock deeply inside my body.

He began to slowly pull out a couple of inches and the push them back in. Each time he would increase the length of the withdrawal and corresponding thrust. His hot sweaty muscular body slid on mine as the movement increased.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard you pussy.” I growled at the inexperienced young stud on top of me.

“You want it hard. You already made it hard so you will get it hard.” With that he unleashed his pent-up lust and he thrust into me nearly driving my head thru the wall. He pulled all the way out and slammed into me again, hitting something inside me.

“UUUUGGGGGHHHHHH Oh my god!!!! Drive that big cock into me. Breed me!” I wrapped my legs up and over his slim waist and pulled his glutes forward driving his cock even harder into me with each thrust. He was now fucking me like some crazed animal and I bucking like a stallion under him. Our bodies soaked in sweat as our muscles strained in the unbridled passion of male fucking male.

“FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!” I yelled as my cock erupted, dousing our bodies in a steaming cum bath.

With that he slammed his young hips into me, his body convulsed, arching in a rigid mating form as he pumped copious amounts of his young seed into my receptive loins. Unable to speak he collapsed on top of me. Both of our thick chests heaving as our lungs gulped up the air around us.

“That’s the best cherry I have ever popped. Coarse, it’s the only cherry I have ever popped.” He giggled. “I want to fuck you again.” I felt his cock lengthen again and begin to move.

“Oh, you mean now.” I laughed and pulled his lips back onto mine as he began to thrust into my cum filled ass. After breeding me a second time we fell asleep exhausted. Him on top of me his cock still in my well fucked ass.

An hour later I wiggled out from under him and went to take a leak. I looked in the mirror at my cum covered body. ‘Guess a shower wouldn’t hurt.’ I got in the shower and relaxed as the warm water cascaded over my muscled body. I heard a noise and turned to find Kaydin stepping into the shower behind me.

“Every morning when I would hear you shower, I would rub one out in my bathroom above you. I would think of how hot you would look with the water and soap running over that beautiful body.” He reached for the soap and began to wash my body with his body pressed up against me.

When he had finished, I soaped him up as well. He was hard in no time as was I. “Oops, I dropped the soap. I dropped to my knees behind him. I spread his cheeks and began to lick his boy pussy.

“Oh my god! Holy shit! What the fuck?” He exclaimed as he arched his back and thrust out his muscled butt toward me, his hands up against the glass shower wall. His legs began to wobble and shake as I drove my tongue into his virgin ass, his mouth making all kinds of unintelligible noises.

His hole was slick with my saliva as I pushed a finger into his tight orifice. His moan was loud, and he pushed his ass back against my finger. I put in another and another stretching him. Preparing him for my long cock.

“Are you ready? It is time for me to take your cherry. Something I have wanted to do for a long time as well.”

“Fuck yeah. I want that cock inside of me. I want you to pump me full of your baby makers. I want you to make me yours.”

I lined up to his hole arched back at me, the water cascading around us and pushed. His ring gave way quickly to my insistent leaking cock. My spit and pre cum lubing the way to his breaking cherry. “Damn you are tight. You are so hot. My cock loves this hole,” as I pushed all the way in, driving the breath out of his lungs.

“Now fuck me with that big tool. Fuck me till you fill me and make me scream.” It was so hot hearing Kaydin talk like this. I pulled out and drove back in as the fuck got underway. My hands were all over his chest abs and cock as I pile drove into him again and again. His muscular white ass pushing back into me with each thrust.

I reached around his writhing body and took hold of his rock-hard cock. It only took a few strokes and he pumped out a large load against the steamy glass of the shower. Knowing I had just fucked a load out of this hot stud sent me over the edge. I grabbed his narrow hips and drove in hard as I pulled him back onto me pumping his insides full of my steaming hot ball juice.

I held him tight, his back on my chest, my cock still in his cum filled ass. He laid his head back on my shoulder still gasping for air. “I am going to quit school and you need to quit work. All I want to do now is fuck your brains out and you mine, 24 – 7. I never want to stop.”

The rest of the trip was awesome. We got in a little snowboarding, to the point where Kaydin could rip down the hill pretty good. But most of the time was spent in the chalet getting to know every inch of each other’s bodies.

Four years later

Kaydin graduated with honors with a BS in business. He had already contributed significantly to the accelerated growth of my insurance company. We now had the largest number of policy holders in the great lakes region. We had hired a number of new staff members and would be taking over the last two floors of the building I owned.

“You seem to be a little nervous.” Kaydin said to me as we drove to the Chinese buffet, his left hand resting on my thigh. In my other pocket was a velvet box.

We sat in the corner booth where I first saw him. Where I got up and went over and rescued him. Never knowing he was going to rescue me right back.

I stood looking into those beautiful, confused green eyes, and dropped down to one knee….

THE END

I was trying to sleep but someone was getting fucked and were being loud about it.

His moans were deafening, needy and insistent as he begged whoever to fuck him harder. I was trying to ignore them, but they were SO loud. I wanted to go back to sleep but I couldn’t because each time that cock slammed into his ass he moaned louder, waking me up all over again.

I tried to turn over, but someone grabbed my face, “Where you going hottie?”

My eyes snapped open and there was a guy over me…fucking the living shit out of me!

“Oh yeah…come on scream for me again…”

His cock hit something inside of me and I felt my head fly back as I moaned, “Oh fuck…”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, really slamming into me.

My arms were over my head as I arched my back, I had been pushing back into his thrusts in my daze and as he sped up, I found myself doing it again. I had no idea who this guy was or how he came to be fucking me but every time his cock slammed into my ass, I found myself losing my mind and not caring.

He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wider, “Come on slut…tell me how much you’re loving this!”

“Wait…” I panted, feeling my body reacting before my brain could stop it. Consciously I didn’t want to be fucked but my ass was saying something completely different. It felt amazing, like my soul was being broken piece of piece and I wanted so much more.

“Come on muscle boy, cry for me…beg me…”

Fuck he almost had me doing it too, his cock was slamming into me so loud it sounded like someone clapping. I was biting my bottom lip from crying out but it was a lost cause, I was feeling too much pleasure to keep control…I was unspooling…

“What’s wrong baby?” he sneered, “Cat got your tongue? Here…lemme help….”

He reached down and began to tweak my nipples, causing me to gasp as twin shocks of electricity moved through my body to straight to my cock. I hated the way my body betrayed me and pressed my chest into his hands, pleading for more as I tried to stop it.

“Oh, she likes her titties played with,” he said, feeling my ass grip his cock in response, “Come on baby…sing for me.”

He twisted them, making the sensitive nubs scream which made me cry, “Oh god yes…fuck yeah…ohhhh…” I was loud and needy, squirming under him as he assaulted my tits…pecs…fuck…shit what was he doing?

He leaned down and nibbled on my left, the warmth felt so good as I panted, trying to catch my breath, he paused and looked up at me, “You want more baby? Ask daddy for more.”

I tried; I really did.

“Please daddy…” I moaned and he moved to the other, causing my head to fall back onto the bed as I wept for more. He went back and forth, using my sensitive nipples to melt me into a compliant jock slut…

Once he had tamed me, he reached down to my waist and pulled me up into a sitting position on his cock. He let go and I slid down his length and that was it, I lost it.

“SHIT!” I cried out, my hands going to his shoulders, “Jesus…unnnn….”

“There she is,” he laughed, and I heard others joining in and looked past him…

And found it was actually much worse than I thought.

There were two other guys in here, naked, stroking their cocks watching me get fucked. Grey was off to the side, camera in hand…filming my reaction, watching me come to terms what was going on. He smiled but said nothing.

The guy I was on thrust up and I moaned, my eyes closing from the flash of ecstasy that passed through my ass, “Come on bitch…”

I was mortified, there were strangers in my room watching me get fucked…but I couldn’t argue with the sensations moving through me…I brace myself and slowly pulled myself off his cock, feeling it crush my jock ass, making me shudder as I moan like a fucking slut. I have to close my eyes because I can’t take seeing those guys watch me do this.

“Yeah ride that cock,” the guy says and I comply willingly.

How does this feel so good? It’s like nothing I ever felt with a chick before, is this how they feel? Is this how sluts are made? Cause as I begin to slide up and down on this cock’s dick, I find myself whimpering with each impact…not caring anymore.

“Fuck yeah,” one of the guys watching says, “Look at him…he’s a fucking whore!”

I feel the shame, but I don’t stop pounding that cock into my jock hole, not for a second.

“That what you are stud?” the guy I’m fucking asks, “You a whore?”

I nod silently, eyes still closed as I feel him destroy my ass.

“Say it bitch,” he said slamming his hips up, causing my eyes to fly open.

“I’m a whore!” I scream as he holds on to my waist and starts slamming me into his thrusts, “I’m a fucking whore…” fuck I am losing it.

“Gonna bred this cunt,” he growls as he really starts punching into me, I am grunting as I hold on for dear life. I want to tell him not to cum in me, but I can’t form words as his cock is causing white hot pleasure burn through my mind. Oh my god what is he doing to me?

He roars and I feel his cock blow his load into me, I moan in shame as I feel him impregnate me, the guys hollering and laughing behind him as they cheer him on. I am close but he throws me back on the bed as his load drips out of my shaking hole.

“That’s a good cunt…” he said, getting off the bed.

“My turn,” the next guy says, moving past him and sliding between my legs.

“Wait…” I said weakly as he shoves his cock into me, whatever protest I have vanishes as I feel him bottom out in me.

“Oh, he is tight,” the guy says as he starts fucking me hard. I’ve fucked girls like this, grudge fucks, hard and fast, claiming their cunts as my own, punishing them for taking my cocks. As this guy tears into me I am crying out in joy as whatever he is hitting up in my ass is singing in response. I hold on to his back as he bears down on me, really going to down on me.

My muscular legs wrap around his waist as I pull him into me, I have lost all sense of reason. I need this, I want this, I was close with the other guy and with each inch this asshole gives me I get closer. The sounds coming out of my mouth turns him on even more as I beg him to fuck me, to go faster, to push harder…he is laughing in my ear as I willingly surrender to being his jock whore.

“Yeah, fucking gym bunny thinks he’s so hot…you’re just a hole…a fucking pussy for others to use aren’t you?”

I nod and throw my head back as he hits that pussy spot in me dead on and I see stars, “I’m a hole…a jock pussy…oh fuck right there!”

Grey has gotten closer, he is over me, filming my face as I beg this stranger to destroy my cunt. He just films and then asks, “You liking this Dallas? This what you want?”

I nod as the guy hits it again and my head thrashes back and forth, “I do…oh god I do!”

“You my cunt?” the guy asks in my ear and I nod again, not caring what he needs to hear to get me off.

“Hurry up man,” the other guy says, “I want to get in there too!”

Grey smiles and steps back, “No need to wait…more than enough room.” He says to the guy fucking me, “Hey man, go over and sit by the headboard, make him ride you too.”

The guy nods and pulls out of me, leaving me drenched in sweat and so fucking horny. He moved up to the headboard and sits up and smiles, without a word I scramble over to him and climb up on that cock like the trained whore I had become.

“Oh yeah daddy likes…” he says seeing me fucking myself happily on him, not having any fucks to give anymore. “You like that cock? I wanna hear it…” To make me he reaches up and starts to pull at my sore tits, the pain and pleasure unlocked my mouth and I just began to rant.

“I love it…” I am chanting, “Oh fuck you’re so big…oh shit…”

He twists them harder, “Call me daddy.”

“Oh daddy!” I whine as I feel him tickle that cunt button in me, “Fuck me so good…”

And then I feel the other guy move behind me. The first guy holds my waist still and I look back, “What are…”

I feel his cock press up against my hole and I panic.

“NO! Nononono wait please….”

I feel him force his way into me, both cocks pulverizing my hole as he enters me.

“FUCK!” I roar, feeling him slowly push into me.

“Shit that’s more like it!” the first guy says, holding me still so I have to take them both.

“Oh fuck this slut is hot…” the guy behind me says, kissing the back of my neck, “Yeah you like this sweetheart? Huh?”

At first all I know is pain as I take two fucking dicks up my tiny jock hole at once…it burns as I come to grips with all of the meat in one place. I am trying to get away, frantically crying…this is the worst thing ever…

Until they wedge against that spot and just crush it.

“Oooohhh!!” I mewl like a cat in heat…

“Uh oh,” one of them mocks, “Someone likes it…”

“Oh god…” I call out, eyes wide as my whole body shakes, its like having an orgasm without cumming…what the fuck!

“Oh yeah she’s coming around…”

The tiniest of moves is like fireworks as they both stay still, leaving me to pleasure myself. I edge up less than a quarter inch and feel explosions inside me. I start to rock on their cocks, fucking myself on both of them like the fucking jock cunt I had become.

Grey was filming me as I started to pull myself up farther and father before slamming back down, my head down as I chanted, “Fuck me daddy…oh daddy…”

Once they knew I was defeated they began to thrust into me, causing me to squeal like a fucking pig and cry out in rapture as they ruined my cunt with their cocks. One of them began to gnaw on my neck but I didn’t care, I was their slut, their fucking jock whore and I loved it. They berated me, calling me a faggot, a fucking bitch and I loved it, crying for more and more…

They went at this for what seemed like forever, working my pussy over until I was just a mess, a complete mess. I whimpered the fact I was cumming but they didn’t care, my load shot out, causing my abused ass to clench down on their cocks hard, making them moan in pleasure. As I came they fucked me harder, draining every drop of cum I had without pause.

“Shit this cunt is gonna make me cum!” the one behind me said.

“Me too, you ready?” the other one asked.

My head was grabbed, “Take our load you fucking slut!”

I felt their cocks begin to swell and unload in me and my eyes rolled back into my head, these two strangers had taken my jock pussy and bred me, emptying their load into me and I let them. Worse I wanted them to. I shook around their cocks as they filled my guts with their cum until it was draining out around their cocks.

The guy behind me laughed and pulled out and I felt a warm trickle down my leg as I was thrown back onto the bed. They got up and high fived each other as I laid there, cum leaking onto my bed. They got dressed as Grey filmed the drooling smile on my face and then stopped.

“Now that’s a scene,” he said and winked.

I don’t know how much time passed but when I woke up it looked like late afternoon.

My ass was burning as I went to the bathroom, fuck had I really let those guys do that to me last night? What the fuck was wrong with me? I walked out into the living room, and it was trashed, empty bottles everywhere, and Grey sitting there playing video games.

“You!” I roared and came at him.

He looked over and smiled, “Calm down.”

“Why the fuck should I calm down?” I asked as he stood up.

“Cause you’re rich all over again,” he said holding up his phone. On it was my account, and I could see I got a couple of thousand subs last night alone.

“Wait…what?” I asked, stunned by the number of zeroes.

“You getting fucked last night brought in almost 2,500 subs once it got out and it hasn’t stopped. Dude you’re going to be making close to 100k this month alone.”

I stood there stunned, trying to comprehend that kind of money.

“Those guys did that shit for free, which means you don’t have to split this with anyone but me. Think about that man, you made thousands last night for nothing!”

“Not nothing! You had strangers fuck me!”

He nodded, “Yeah and you loved it…fucking loved it.”

I made a face, and he came at me.

“No, we’re done with this shit,” he slapped my face, and I took a step back shocked, “Fucking knees, now!”

I paused and he slapped me again, I was so stunned I went down to my knees.

“I’m sick of this fucking macho shit,” he said undoing his jeans, “We’re not going to keep going through this,” he pulled out his half hard cock and pulled my face into it, “Suck it, now.”

I began to suck on his cock as it got harder and felt his hands in my hair, “You’re my whore now, my beautiful jock whore and you will fuck anyone I say, anywhere I say. You get that?”

I nodded around his cock as he began to push me down on it.

“You can do whatever the fuck you want on your time but on my time, you get fucked and like it…we have an understanding?”

He pulled my face off his cock, and I looked up at him, out of beath, “Yes sir…”

“Good answer, so if I saw you’re going to get fucked by my friends?”

“Yes sir.”

“If I say you’re going to let some old fan fuck you for cash?”

“Yes sir.”

“And if I say you’re my personal fucking jock cunt and I want to fuck you?”

I smiled, “Yes sir.”

“Damn right,” he said before pushing me back onto his cock, “Keep saying that…and you have it made.”

As I sucked on him, I heard Nash walk in, “What’s going on?”

“Teaching him the new world order, want to help?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said, coming around in front of me, morning hard on at the ready.

Grey took his cock out and Nash waved his in front of me, “You want this bud? My big, alpha jock bro want my cock?”

I nodded, dazed and horned up.

“Who’s the big guy now? Huh Dal, who is the stud now?”

I couldn’t blink, captivated by his cock, “You are, you are Nash…”

He smiled and brought it to my lips, “Open up cunt.”

His cock slipped into my mouth, and I began to nurse on it, like the broken jock I had become.

I began to make love to my best friend’s cock and realized, he was right. I did like this, I loved it. He owned me and it felt…right? As I worked his balls, I knew he was going to whore me out to whoever he wanted to, and I had no say anymore.

I was going to do whatever he said…and like it.

Because that was who I was now…their whore.

Lying there on my side with Alex, our bodies pressed together, I decide to take him up on his challenge. “I’m definitely strong enough to stop you,” I tease. I would have gladly taken my own clothes off, but letting Alex do it for me certainly seems like more fun.

He feels my arm through the sleeve of my shirt, gently shaking his head. “With those tiny little muscles? I don’t think so, roomie. I could pin you down so easily.” He smirks, pecking me on the lips before rising up on the bed and forcing me to my back. He climbs on top of me, the globes of his huge hairy ass resting above my face as he holds my legs down with his arms. Alex pulls the shoes off my feet, quickly peeling my socks away too. He twists around, climbing in between my ankles and lowering his big frame down over me. “You’re not even trying!” he says, grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside my head.

“Maybe you are too strong for me,” I whisper, loving that he’s on top of me like this. Seeing his arms bulging and feeling his hands against my skin, I can feel my dick stirring.

He lowers his face down to mine, softly kissing my lips. “Yeah, I already knew that!” He lets my wrists go, lifting his body away to grab at the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up my torso.

I rise up to let him yank it off of me, sinking back into the mattress. “Better?” I ask with a smile. I can see his eight inch dick starting to fill out beneath his untamed bush.

“So much better,” Alex answers, gliding his hands up my stomach to my chest. He pinches my nipples with his fingers and lowers down for another kiss, our lips parting. He hungrily presses his tongue into my mouth, softly moaning as we make out. When he lifts his head away, he shoots me a lustful look and starts to unzip my jeans, moving beside me so he can tear them down my legs. He takes my underwear with them, throwing the garments to the floor.

We’re both completely naked now, both of our cocks hard, Alex positioning himself between my legs again and forcing them up into the air. He starts grinding his dick against my ass, his hands wrapping around my head as his beautiful brown eyes stare into me.

“You know what?” he whispers as he runs his fingers through my hair

“What?”

“I think I want to fuck you.”

I laugh giddily, barely believing what I’m hearing.

“Dude, don’t fucking laugh!” he says sternly like he’s actually offended. “I’m serious!”

“Sorry, it’s just hard to imagine you being the top!”

Alex smiles at me, still pressing his eight inches into my crack. “I may love taking it in the ass, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck too. I think I’m pretty damn good at it.”

“Oh, are you?” I challenge.

He sticks a couple of his fingers into his mouth, staring down at me as he wets them with spit and rubs them against my hole. “You want me to prove it?”

My ass still feels a little sore after the last toy session, but his touch feels incredible. Alex had just admitted that he likes me for the first time ever, and now he wants to fuck me. How could I say no? I want to feel his big dick inside me more than anything in the world. “Get the lube,” I say.

Alex grins, letting my legs down and jumping off the bed. He pulls the bottle out of his dresser drawer, taking a step toward me and pausing. He turns around and walks toward his own bed.

For a second I’m worried he’s changed his mind about fucking me, but then I see him bending down and reaching for his toy box. “I really can’t handle anything bigger than your dick right now,” I warn as I watch Alex rummage through the box. I don’t have a clue what he’s thinking.

My roommate stands up and twists around, a medium size plug in hand. “Who says it’s for you?” Walking back over to my bed, he squirts lube all over the toy, planting one of his feet on my mattress. Alex closes his eyes, gritting his teeth and moaning as he shoves the plug into his hole. “Just for a little extra…stimulation,” he says as his eyes flutter open. He climbs back into my bed, pushing my legs up into the air again as he slides his body back between them.

“Start slow,” I murmur.

Alex pours lube into his fingers, gently rubbing them against my hole. He slowly slips one of his fingertips inside.

I gasp at even that slight penetration, my insides still insanely sensitive after being battered the night before.

“I won’t be disappointed if you can’t take it like I can,” Alex teases, slowly driving his finger deeper.

“I can take it. I can take anything.” He adds a second finger and I instantly start moaning, feeling like I’m already stretched to my limit.

Alex squeezes more lube out on his dick, tossing the bottle aside and starting to stroke it with his free hand. “You sure about that?”

“I’m sure.” For him, I really could take anything. I’d already proven that.

He withdraws his fingers, pressing the head of his dick against my hole. “Here we go.” Alex looks into my eyes and pushes into me, the head of his rock hard cock sinking inside.

I groan at the girth, my hole burning. I know I just need a little time to adjust.

“You want me to take it out?” Alex whispers, seeing the struggle on my face.

There’s no way I’m letting that happen. He’s inside of me for the first time ever and I never want him to leave. “Just hold it there for a minute.”

“God, you already feel so fucking tight,” he hisses. “No wonder guys always want anal.”

“Wait, you’ve never done it before?” Knowing how kinky he is, I’d always just assumed that he’d fucked a girl in the ass at some point.

Alex cracks a smile. “I mean, I probably would have just gotten jealous about it. Why do you think I put the plug in?”

The discomfort has already been fading, but now I feel my ass magically relaxing. I want this to be the best sex my roommate’s ever had in his life. “I’m good now,” I say, nodding my head.

He sinks the rest of his length into me in one slow stroke, my insides easily stretching open for his big cock. “Fuck!” I groan as his pubes come to rest against my skin.

“Oh my god, dude!” Alex says like he’s already mesmerized. “You feel fucking incredible!”

“You feel incredible,” I whisper back. I know I’m totally open, ready for my roommate to unleash.

He wraps his hands under my knees, starting to tenderly buck into me. His whole face is already awash in pleasure, like no hole has ever felt this good before.

I’m beaming seeing that look on his face, my roommate quickly starting to fuck me harder. Every stroke is more blissful than the last, my moaning uncontrollable as his girthy eight inches scrape against my prostate. “Yeah, Alex,” I pant. “Fucking use my hole!”

He smirks up above me, moving his hands down to the bed and lowering his toned body over me, his face just inches away from mine. He starts pummeling my hole viciously, responding to my ecstatic moans by slamming it even harder.

“Just like that, Alex,” I plead, my hole offering no resistance at all as he hammers in and out. “Oh my god, Alex!” I want to touch my dick more than anything, but the pleasure is so intense I know I’ll explode in an instant.

He raises one of his hands up and roughly slaps my cheek, making me gasp. “You’re not going to laugh the next time I say I want to fuck you, are you?” he growls.

“No!” I groan, his eight inches still mercilessly sawing into me. “Fuck me like this every day!”

Alex wraps his hands around my head again and plunges his tongue into my mouth, drops of his sweat hitting my face as he devours me. He’s plunging his cock as deep as it can possibly go inside me, groaning as we ravenously make out.

When he pulls away, I reach my hands to my roommate’s chest, starting to squeeze his nipples as he reams me. I twist Alex’s silver piercings with my fingers, his eyes going wild.

“Oh fuck yeah, Tyler! Do that really fucking hard!” His eyes shut as I work my fingers on his nipples, his mouth gaping open. “Fuck yeah!” he shouts, ruthlessly bucking into me. “That feels so fucking good!”

Seeing Alex’s ecstasy, I can’t resist touching my dick any longer. With one hand still on his chest, I navigate the other between our bodies and grasp my raging shaft. The head of my cock is completely slick with precum as I begin to stroke

“Oh shit, I can feel you jerking off,” Alex pants. “Your hole is clamping down on my dick. That’s going to going to make me fucking cum.”

“Cum with me,” I plead, struggling to keep myself from veering over the edge.

His thrusts are suddenly even more powerful, his balls loudly slapping against my skin as he probes my butt as deeply as he can. His breathing grows more and more labored until his eyes find mine. “I’m going to fucking cum inside you!”

“Cum inside me!” I whimper. “Fill me up with your cum!”

“Fuck! Fuck, Tyler! I’m cumming!” Alex buries his length to the hilt, his pace slowing as he starts to howl at the top of his lungs.

“Me too!” I can feel jets of his seed still squirting into me as my cock erupts against my stomach, moans pouring out of me as orgasmic pleasure swarms through every part of my body. When the bliss finally retreats, all I can hear is my roommate gasping for air above me. Looking into his eyes, I know he’s deliriously satisfied. “Wow,” I whisper.

“Fucking wow,” he murmurs. “That was seriously amazing. I told you I’m a good top!” Alex cracks a smile, but he winces as he starts to pull out of my hole, groaning as his big dick finally slips out. He takes a deep breath and smiles again, climbing out from between my legs and slumping down next to me.

Just knowing that my roommate’s cum is inside me, I could easily shoot another load. I’d been fantasizing about this since I’d first seen him, and now we’d finally made it happen.

“We could have been doing that all semester?” Alex jokes, reaching for my hand locking our fingers together.

“I wish!” Lying next to his warm body in the little bed, his seed buried in my ass and our hands grasped together, I feel like he’s mine.

“Good thing we still have plenty of opportunities,” Alex says.

My roommate seems completely exhausted, like he’s already on the verge of passing out. “You know you still have that plug in your ass, right?” I whisper.

Alex snickers. “You think I can’t feel it up there right now? Who knows, maybe I’ll just sleep with it in tonight.”

***

“Are you going home on Tuesday or Wednesday?” Alex randomly asked while I was working on a homework assignment the next day.

For a moment, I didn’t even know what he was talking about. Then it dawned on me: Thanksgiving was just a few days away. “I’m not even sure,” I answered, looking back at him from my desk. “I haven’t talked to my parents about it yet.” My mom had actually called the night before, but I still hadn’t gotten back to her.

“Oh yeah, they have to come pick you up, don’t they? Dude, even if all my professors do cancel class on Wednesday, I’m probably not driving back until that night.”

“You’re not looking forward to going home?”

Alex laughed from his bed. “Fuck no! Why would I be looking forward to that? My dad always has the whole week off, and that means he’ll have infinite time to grill me.”

I looked at my roommate again, shaking my head. “That really sucks. But who cares what he thinks?”

“I sure fucking don’t,” Alex muttered. “But he’s going to waste his breath telling me anyway. I totally should have gotten that new tattoo.”

I imagined him proudly showing it off just to watch his dad’s blood boil. “Why didn’t you get it yet?”

“Because I bought that massive motherfucking dildo with his money instead!” he said like he was proud. “Oh well, no regrets about that one.”

Trying to focus on my assignment, I didn’t say anything else. I never knew what to say to Alex about his dad. My parents probably wouldn’t approve of my life either if they knew anything about it, but they never tried to pry.

“You know, I’m really going to miss you, roomie,” Alex said pensively. “I’ve seen you every single day since, what, August?”

That’s when my fingers finally froze. Seeing my parents for the first time since the semester had started would be nice, but it also meant spending almost an entire week away from Alex. I’d grown so used to him that it was difficult to imagine myself existing without his constant presence.

“Damn, you’re not even going to miss me?” he asked, breaking into my thoughts.

My homework suddenly didn’t seem that important. I pushed my laptop screen down, standing up and looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “Of course I will.”

Alex smiled from his bed and slid his body toward the wall, turning onto his side and opening his arms. “Come cuddle then, man,” he invited. “You know you’re going to miss me!”

***

We were both too used up from our antics in the preceding days to do anything more than that before I left. Well, aside from jerking off, making out, and a couple shower blowjobs.

My parents wound up picking me up from campus on Tuesday night, Alex hugging me goodbye and pecking me on the lips before I picked up my suitcase and walked down to the parking lot. Driving further and further away from the university, all I could think about was that I was growing more and more distant from him. I tried keeping up with the conversation in the car, my parents eager to catch up on everything after months without me as a constant fixture in their home, but it was a struggle. My heart was still in that tiny little dorm room, all my thoughts fixated on my roommate. I told my mom and dad a lot about Alex, managing not to admit exactly how close we were. I knew I’d have to cross that bridge eventually, but we weren’t officially together yet.

Sitting in that car watching an endless panorama of fields and forests, I wondered about that. How close were we now? He’d complained that he wasn’t interested in his dating apps anymore, ever since we’d started fooling around, and we’d been more physically intimate than ever as the weeks passed. I thought about the last time we’d fought, when I’d forced an ultimatum and he’d refused to let me go. I knew it was way too soon to have a serious conversation about it, but I felt like he was mine. All the formalities were just a stretch of personal growth away.

The whole holiday was a blur. I texted Alex every single day that I was away, desperately hoping to hear from him and constantly checking my phone, but he never wrote much. I tried to call him once but he ignored it. I knew he was probably busy, or just suffering listening to whatever his dad had to say. I wanted to be there for him, but what else could I do? I’d tried to reach out.

Driving back to the university on Sunday, all I could think about was seeing Alex. I watched the signs on the interstate intently, mentally counting down the number of miles left back to campus every time I saw one. When my parents hugged me goodbye in front of the dorm, it definitely wasn’t a tearful parting. I bounded away, walking as quickly as I could back to our room. Was he even back yet? Unlocking the door, I hoped more than anything that I’d see him there waiting for me.

“Hey roomie,” Alex greeted from his bed as I walked in, letting his phone hit the mattress. “Welcome back!”

I shut the door and set my suitcase down, my roommate standing up and walking toward me. He was wearing a shirt and a pair of mesh athletic shorts, but I realized he might have just gotten back too. I hugged him, wrapping my arms tightly around his body. Being next to Alex again, I felt like I was at total peace. He felt so unbelievably good. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for a kiss, but he just smiled at me.

“I missed you too, man,” he said, pulling me into his body. “Can you even believe we only have a few weeks left until winter break?”

That was the last thing I wanted to think about right now. The room had started to feel like home, Alex like my family. “Don’t even remind me.”

He chuckled. “Sorry.” He let go and sauntered back to his bed.

I stripped down as I unpacked my suitcase, making a show of pulling my underwear off, but Alex barely seemed to notice. “What happened to the rules?” I asked, approaching him and playfully tugging at his shirt.

My roommate looked up from his phone, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s gotten a bit colder since we left, don’t you think? There’s literally snow out there right now.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” I could already tell something wasn’t right. The room felt warm as hell to me, and Alex wasn’t one to shy away from showing off. Maybe he just wanted to decompress after spending that much time with his parents? Or maybe he was just dreading the fact that he’d be back so soon for Christmas. That was one of the first things he mentioned after I’d walked through the door.

Climbing into my bed, I felt weird about being naked while Alex was fully clothed. I pulled a sheet up over myself, expecting him to start talking at any moment. But my roommate didn’t say anything, just staring at his phone. Why wasn’t he over here? Why wasn’t I over there ripping his clothes off? Why weren’t we desperately trying to fuck each other right now? We were in two completely different places, and I knew I wasn’t imagining it.

Something must have happened while he was gone for Thanksgiving. Was that why he’d barely bothered to text me back and ignored my call? I was across the room from Alex, but I felt like I might as well still be home with my parents. I looked over at him, but he obviously wasn’t the least bit interested in me right now. How did that make any sense? He’d kissed me goodbye the day I left. I could try to force him to talk, but I knew the last thing he probably wanted right now was to be berated. I resigned myself to waiting for a better time.

After a few days, things still weren’t back to normal. Alex had still been friendly, even if relatively quiet, but he seemed totally distant. We hadn’t jerked off together since before we left for break, and he hadn’t shown me any kind of physical affection aside from that hug when I’d returned to the room. We didn’t talk about anything sexual at all. I chalked it up to him just not being in the mood for a few days after his stint at home, but eventually my patience ran out.

“What’s going on with you?” I asked on my fourth day of seeing him settle into his bed completely clothed. “You haven’t been yourself at all since you came back from Thanksgiving.”

He stared at the wall before he looked at me, slowly nodding his head. “I know, roomie. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault.”

“Well, you can still talk to me about it,” I pressed.

Alex didn’t say anything, just staring straight ahead.

“Why do you always do this? Come on, don’t make me pry it out of you.”

He sighed. “Alright, fine,” Alex muttered. “It’s just my fucking dad. Three whole days of hounding me about absolutely everything. Why aren’t your grades better? Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet? Oh look, my doctor gave me this brochure about laser tattoo removal. I’d be happy to pay for it!”

“Three days?” I’d been gone for five.

“Yeah, I actually drove back on Friday night,” Alex said. “I had to get the fuck out of there. And of course, that pissed him off too. You’re going to make your mom cry if you leave this early. Do you like making your mom cry, Alex? Why are you such a fuck up? Why do you always disappoint everyone? Why can’t you do anything right? I can’t get his damn voice out of my head.”

I shot him a sympathetic glance. “That’s awful. I’m sorry.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’d say I’m used to it, but I’m only used to it getting slowly doled out over time. Not three nonstop days of unleashing on me and criticizing everything about my life. He’s such a fucking old conservative prude.”

I allowed that to hang in the air for a few moments. “You should have told him about the stuff we get up to,” I joked.

A slight smile spread across Alex’s face. “His reaction would be priceless! But yeah, he’s also one of those super religious nutjobs. I’m sure he would also completely and totally disown me if he ever knew about any of that stuff. He fucking loves to rant about how the gays and perverts are completely destroying society.”

I’d known my roommate’s dad was an asshole since our first night in the dorm together, but hearing about how he’d spent his holiday, everything suddenly made more sense to me. “Well, fuck him.”

Alex clicked his tongue. “Unfortunately, I can’t just ignore his phone calls when he’s standing right in front of me. The fucking douche really knows how to get to me. Let’s just say I’m definitely not the least bit excited about Christmas. He’s going to flip his shit all over again and I’ll be fucking trapped there.”

“Trapped?” I asked.

He nodded. “The dorm doesn’t even reopen until what, a week before the semester starts? I can’t just drive away next time. I won’t have anywhere to go.”

We were going to be apart for at least two whole weeks. Even with Alex being glum and distant, the prospect was agonizing. “You can always call me if you want to vent,” I offered. “I’ll be bored as hell being home for that long.”

“I might actually have to take you up on that. I’ll probably be going crazy.”

“Yeah. Plus it would be really nice to hear your voice after that much time apart.”

Alex glanced at me, quickly turning his head away. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

I hated seeing him moody. “What can I do to make you feel better? You want to cuddle?”

“Not tonight,” he dismissed. “I just want to sit here relaxing.”

That’s all he’d done since I’d come back. Why didn’t he want to be close to me anymore? I couldn’t understand. Had a few days with his dad really messed him up that much? I felt like I was the one person who could make him feel better, but he wasn’t letting me. I didn’t know what else I could do.

***

My stomach starts rumbling within seconds after submitting a paper. “You want to go get dinner?” I ask Alex from my desk. I’m already dressed to walk out the door, since being the only naked one in the room had quickly gotten weird.

“No, I’m good,” he answers. “I already have plans with someone for tonight.”

The way he’d phrased it, I know something is up. When he was hanging out with someone he knew, he would always say their name or at least call them a friend. Someone is so incredibly vague. I glance back at him. “You’re meeting up with someone?”

“Yeah,” he mutters.

“Like…someone you know?” I press.

Alex glares at me before his gaze shifts back to his phone. “Do I have to tell you exactly what I’m doing every time I hang out with someone else?”

“I guess not,” I say, staring at my laptop’s screen. My worst fear starts to creep up. “Is it a girl?”

He sighs from across the room. “Why, would that be a problem?”

My roommate’s hostility says everything. “So you’re going on, like, a date with a girl?”

“Dude, why are you fucking interrogating me about it?” Alex asks, sounding pissed off.

Apparently my roommate was back on the dating apps. I’m screaming inside. Is he going to kiss her? Is he going to do more than kiss her? Why? He has me! Why doesn’t he want to kiss me right now? Why hasn’t he wanted to touch me at all since Thanksgiving? “Are you guys going to…” I can’t even get the words out of my mouth.

“Going to what?” he sneers. “I probably won’t even like her. We’re just meeting up.”

I know he wants me to shut up and leave him alone, but I’m not going to cower and pretend that I’m completely fine with him seeing someone else. I look over at him again. “I thought you liked me.”

Alex loudly sighs again, our eyes briefly meeting. “I do like you. But we’re friends, man,” he says, his voice low and disturbingly serious. “We’re not, like…a monogamous couple. I can hang out with other people and you can hang out with other people too.”

I thought we were more than friends, even if it hasn’t seemed that way lately. “Yeah,” I force myself to mumble, turning my head away. “You’re right, we’re not a couple.” Nevermind how much we act like we are a couple sometimes. Or acted, anyway. Nevermind that we’re both really happy when we do it.

My roommate doesn’t say anything else. When I peek at him, he’s just blankly staring at his phone.

I know I can’t leave it there. I have to confront him. I stand up and walk into the space between our beds. “I’ve been trying to give you your space since Thanksgiving, but I don’t understand what changed, Alex. You haven’t seemed the least bit interested in me since you came back, and now you’re going on a date with a girl? How am I supposed to feel about that?”

“I just haven’t been in the mood lately,” he mutters. “I haven’t even been jerking off.”

“And what?” I ask angrily. “You will be for her?”

Alex crosses his arms over his chest and glances at me. “I don’t know, dude. Maybe? Why are you making such a big fucking deal out of it?”

“Because you mean something to me!” I roar. “I just thought…” I look away and shake my head. Do I even want to tell him?

“You thought what?”

My whole body is tingling and I feel light-headed. “Alex,” I start, my voice cracking as I gaze at his face again, “is there any chance you’re ever going to want to be with me or were we always just fooling around?”

His expression turns deadly serious. “To be with you? Are you saying…is that what you want? You want us to be together? Like, dating?”

My roommate asks me the questions like he’s never even considered the idea. I feel my heart sinking. “Is that not an option?” I ask.

“I mean it when I say I’m into girls,” Alex says aggressively. “You know I’m still trying to explore that. How could I ever do it if we were dating, man? Like, you and me, I’ve never thought of that as being exclusive. We’ve never talked about that before.”

“Obviously,” I mutter. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking everything was finally going to magically fall into place.

He takes a deep breath and picks up his phone again. “I like you and I love fooling around with you, man. Seriously, you know I do.” Alex shakes his head. “I just don’t know if I can see it as more than that. I can’t imagine, like…dating another dude.” He loudly clears his throat and he’s quiet for a few moments. “That would make us, you know…you know…”

“Boyfriends,” I say flatly.

“Yeah. That. I just can’t see myself ever doing that, honestly.”

Watching him embrace being bi, exploring absolutely everything with me, telling me that he liked me, I just assumed that’s what we were destined to be. I figured he was on the same page, even if we hadn’t actually talked about it. But there’s no hope? No possibility? Why did I let myself fall in love with him? I crawl into my bed, turning away from Alex as tears stream down my cheeks. I’m struggling not to make a sound, not wanting him to hear me crying. The last thing I need is for him to walk across the room trying to comfort me after he’d just broken my heart. He’s my roommate, my best friend, the guy I’ve been more intimate with than anyone else in my life, and he’s telling me that I’ll never be enough, that he’ll always need someone else. What’s the point of challenging him? I’m tired of fighting. I love him, but he’ll only ever love me as a friend. That’s all he wants to be. I’m ready to get off the roller coaster. This isn’t worth it anymore.

“I’m sorry, Tyler,” Alex adds after a minute of total silence.

“I’m sorry too,” I whisper, trying to sound as emotionless as I possibly can. This is it. This is the end. I’m too emotionally invested to hear that there’s no future and accept it. I’ll go insane worrying about what he might be doing with other people. Alex and I are done. We’re finally done.

I can’t be here right now. I keep thinking it over and over again. I don’t want to be in this room. I don’t want to watch him getting ready for his date. I crawl out of my bed, stepping toward my dresser.

“Are you mad?” Alex asks, his tone more gentle.

I don’t bother to answer, grabbing my wallet and keys. I hear my roommate’s feet hit the floor, turning to see him walking up to me. He tries to wrap an arm behind me, but I bat it away, not looking at his face. “I’m just going to sit somewhere else and think for awhile,” I mumble.

“Come on, roomie,” Alex protests beside me. “Obviously we need to talk about this. You always want to make me talk, so can’t we talk? Where are you going?”

I look him in the eyes. “I’ll be back later,” I answer, stepping away to put on my shoes.

“Come on, Tyler! You always fucking want to make me talk, so talk to me!”

“We did talk, Alex,” I say calmly to the door as I tie my sneakers. “What else is there left to say?”

“Obviously something, or else you wouldn’t be running away right now.”

I’m running away? Alex is the one who’d just destroyed everything. I feel enraged as I stand up and face my roommate again, our gazes meeting. “I’m sick of you fucking using me!” I shout at him. “I’m sick of you fucking hurting me! And I’m not going to wait around forever hoping you’ll change your mind! I can’t fucking do this with you anymore, Alex!” I turn around and punch the door so hard my hand hurts, sighing as I shake my head. “I can’t! I’m done! I’m fucking done with you. I’m changing rooms when the new semester starts, and then you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

He doesn’t utter another word as I walk out, and I don’t bother to look back. I don’t even care if I hurt his feelings. All he’s ever done is hurt mine. Why did I keep constantly crawling back thinking anything was ever going to change? If Alex felt anything at all listening to me just now, he didn’t care enough to clue me in. What else is new? Hearing the door shut, I feel like a whole chapter of my life has suddenly come to a close.

I have no idea where I’m going. The lounge? That sure seems fitting. I wander there, the place completely deserted as I settle into the same couch I’d sat on when I first chanced upon Alex riding one of his massive toys. My life had definitely played out in a way I’d never expected when I was first nervously sitting here, terrified to face my roommate again. Maybe someday, he’ll actually be comfortable with who he is and what he likes; maybe he won’t need to keep dating girls when he’s already happy; maybe he won’t find the idea of having a boyfriend so horribly unimaginable. But I can’t be the one constantly pushing him around on training wheels. I can’t spend the rest of the year yearning to be closer to him if it’s utterly hopeless. I have to stop fantasizing and finally put myself first.

I’m not a fucking convenience here to satisfy Alex’s lust and need for intimacy until he finds someone he likes better. I know he cares about me, but he doesn’t care enough. I’m just horny, available, and willing to put up with his endless stream of bullshit. And that’s it. He doesn’t want to date me. He’ll never want to date me. We’re done.

All I want right now is to be wanted by someone who’s unapologetically gay and not conflicted about it all. I open Grindr for the first time since I’d last sat in this lounge. We’re not a couple. We’re not exclusive. If he meets the right woman, he’ll have her stuffing his ass. Why should I wait around for something that’s never going to happen? I’ve been denying myself action all year because of Alex but my inbox is overflowing with old messages. I’m not waiting for him. I don’t need him. I need a guy who knows exactly what he wants.

Within a minute I already have a fresh message. Opening my inbox and clicking on the profile, he’s a 20-year-old with a cute face openly displayed. And he’s a mere 200 feet away.

You looking?

He’s not as attractive to me as Alex is, but has anyone else ever been? The more I stare at his picture, the cuter he seems, and his profile says he’s a top. As the minutes pass, the desire to just bend over and get reamed by someone who isn’t Alex overwhelms me.

I need to get fucked, I write back.

You in Graham? he asks. My roommate is at his gf’s place for the night. So fucking horny.

The situation is way too perfect: this guy is in the building, his room available, and he wants to fuck me right now. But I’m still hesitating to reply. I can’t stop thinking about Alex. Why do I feel so guilty? He just admitted that we’re not on the same page at all. We’re not a couple. We’re not monogamous. I can hang out with other people and you can hang out with other people too…you and me, I’ve never thought of that as being exclusive. If he meets the right girl, he’ll throw me away in an instant. Maybe he’s doing it right fucking now! Why am I holding back? I stare at the thread, my fingers hovering over the keyboard on my phone. Fuck it. Fuck Alex.

Yeah I’m in Graham. What room? I can be there in 20 or 30 mins.

Graham 514, he answers. I’ll try not to bust.

Thank god for the credit card slot on the vending machine in the lounge. I buy two bottles of water and head for the bathroom, not even caring that I’m openly holding them in my hands and don’t have a towel. I strip down and turn the water on in one of the shower stalls, drawing on everything Alex had taught me, preparing myself to meet the random guy in 514. The whole process is miraculously a breeze. I use my hands to fling as much water off of my body as I can before I put my clothes back on, depositing the bottles into a trash can. I look at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. Fuck Alex. I deserve better. I deserve to be wanted. I leave the bathroom and head toward the stairwell, climbing up to the fifth floor and finding room 514. I gently knock on the door.

A mattress squeaks, footsteps hitting the ground and pressing toward me, the door unlocking and slowly opening. The 20-year-old Grindr guy is standing on the other side looking me up and down, smiling as he takes me in. “Hey,” he says, swinging the door wide open. “You want to come in?”

I smile back at him. “Yeah,” I answer, walking into his room. The lights are off except for a small lamp on one of the desks, pop music quietly playing in the background. A few paces into the stranger’s dorm room, I stop, realizing that it’s identical to the one I share with Alex, the same window against the wall, the same twin beds beside it, identical furniture mirrored across the space. Knowing that my roommate might still be three floors beneath us right now wondering where I am, I doubt myself for a second.

“Your pictures don’t do you justice,” the guy whispers into my ear. He’s standing behind me, wrapping his arms around my body and enveloping me, his hands feeling up my stomach to my chest as he laps his tongue against my ear. “You’re really fucking cute.”

His touch alleviates my concerns, the guy’s hands grazing underneath my shirt, his fingers caressing my skin as he kisses my neck. He turns me around, his lips lunging toward mine, but I move my face away. “Can we just fuck?” I ask. “I really need to get fucked.”

“You don’t like kissing?” he asks. “Or do you have a boyfriend or something? I’m not going to tell him.”

A boyfriend is something I definitely don’t have. “Just fuck me,” I beg. “I need to get fucked.”

The guy grins, pushing me toward his bed. “Take those clothes off and show me how you want to take it then.”

I pull my shorts and underwear down, leaving my shirt, not wanting to be completely naked and vulnerable around a total stranger even if I was begging him to shove his dick in my ass. I plant myself on my hands and knees in his bed, not even wanting to see his face as he rails me.

“That’s a really nice ass,” the guy growls, the mattress shaking as he climbs up behind me and slaps his dick against my hole. “You need lube?”

“Just spit on it,” I answer. Alex had trained me to be good at this, so I might as well take full advantage. I hear him spitting into his hand, rubbing it all over his dick.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Fuck me,” I plead, feeling the guy’s hard dick plunge into my ass a second later. He’s way too eager, way too aggressive, but I don’t even care. We’re not a couple. We’re not monogamous. We’re both free to meet other people. “Yeah,” I moan, the guy starting to stroke in and out of me. “Fuck my ass!”

He slaps my butt hard with both his hands. “Fucking slut,” he grunts.

The stranger pounds me for five minutes, and after he’s busted his load inside me, his dick withdrawing, I lift up intending to flee the room. But the guy wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck as he presses his torso against my back.

“You want to go again?” he invites. “Just give me a few minutes and I can do it. I’m still so fucking horny.”

His hands are lecherously gliding up and down my chest, and I feel wanted. At that moment it’s the only thing I’m craving, and I can’t say no. I wind up being in Graham 514 for a solid hour, the stranger shooting his load into my ass five times. I feel like I’m cheating on Alex every time he coaxes me to stay, promising me more, but I relent as soon as the random guy touches me again. How could I be cheating on Alex? We’re just friends. Just roommates. We can both hang out with other people.

He’s panting above me after his last cum shot, his hands still gripped around my ankles, the guy grunting as he pulls his cock from my hole. “Now I’m seriously spent,” he says. “But that was hot as fuck.”

“Yeah,” I mumble back, leaping out of his bed. I’m completely drenched in sweat, my shirt soaked, but I quickly throw the rest of my clothes back on.

“Your roommate gone a lot?” the guy asks as I start toward the door.

I wince. “Not really.”

“Fucking roommates,” he mutters. “Well, I’ll hit you up the next time mine is gone?”

The guy in Graham 514 is definitely a good fuck, but he isn’t Alex. “Yeah, sure,” I say as I’m reaching for the door knob. I fling the door open and catapult myself out of the room, feeling tempted to take another shower as I climb the stairs down to our floor. I’m satisfied and disgusted with myself at the time. I don’t want Alex to know what happened if he’s there, but maybe I actually do. Maybe I want him to know exactly what happened. Maybe I want him to smell another man on me. We’re just friends, just fooling around, so why should I feel the least bit guilty walking into our room with five loads of some random guy’s seed buried up my ass?

I open our door, seeing that Alex is lying in his bed. He immediately stands up, naked except for a pair of boxers for the first time since Thanksgiving. I can barely believe my eyes.

“Hey,” he says softly.

My legs suddenly feel like lead. I can’t even look at his face right now. “Hey. Uh, how was your date?” I whisper. I want to burst into tears.

“I didn’t go, dude. You didn’t read my texts? Where were you?”

“You didn’t go?” That’s the only thing I process at first. “Oh, you texted me?” He must have done it after I’d made arrangements with the guy in Graham 514 and stuffed my phone into my pocket. I haven’t even glanced at it since then. He didn’t go. Oh my god, he didn’t even go.

“Are you okay?” Alex asks. “You’re pale as a ghost and you look like you’re about to hurl.”

He starts toward me and I panic. “Just stay away from me right now, Alex,” I call. “Just leave me alone tonight.” I want to run out the door to the shower, but I can’t even move. My roommate looks so worried. Overwhelming guilt washes over me. He didn’t even go! But why should I feel guilty? I didn’t do anything wrong. Alex and I are done. Oh my god, he’s about to hug me. I can’t stop him, Alex wrapping his arms around my body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into my ear. “You were totally right. You were totally right about everything. I’m a fucking asshole.” He sniffs the air and I know the game is up. “You smell kind of rank,” he says as he lets me go. “Were you running or something?”

I look into his eyes and lose it. My whole body is shaking as tears stream down my cheeks. He looks so fucking concerned and I hate him in that moment. Now he cares? Is that what he texted me? That I was right? That he’s an asshole? Is that why he didn’t go? I start sobbing uncontrollably and Alex just seems confused. I sniffle hard and wipe my face. “I had sex with someone,” I admit, my voice quavering.

He opens his mouth but no words come out. I can see the pain in my roommate’s eyes, every feature of his face wrought with devastation. “You didn’t read my texts,” Alex finally says dejectedly.

I slowly shake my head, another round of tears pouring down my face.

“It was just a stupid date,” he mumbles, betrayal obvious in his eyes. “Nothing was even going to happen.”

He has no right to act like I did something wrong. Anger surges up over my remorse and I lose it. “We’re friends,” I snap. “We’re not a monogamous couple. I’ve never thought of this as exclusive.” I’m more emotionally raw than I’ve ever been, but parroting Alex’s words back at him assuages my guilt.

He sighs loudly, staring down at the floor. “Yeah, you got me, Tyler,” Alex says. “You totally fucking got me. I really hate that you were with someone else. I wish you would have read the texts.”

I shrug as he slowly looks at me again. “Well, I didn’t. I have no idea what you said.”

His eyes are so depressingly sad. “I thought I would be cool with you being with someone else,” he mutters. “But I’m definitely not. I’m pissed and I’m jealous as hell.”

He’s pissed? It’s all his fault! That just makes me want to dig the knife deeper. “You’re pissed and jealous?” I say incredulously. “Why? We’re friends. We’re not a couple. We’re not–“

“Please just fucking stop,” Alex interrupts, covering his eyes with one of his hands. “God, I already said you were right, man. Just fucking stop that shit.”

I’d never seen him cry once in the time we’ve lived together, but within seconds I could hear him sobbing. How could I not feel bad? “Alex…”

“Don’t leave,” he pleads, sniffling behind his hand. “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry I’m so fucking stupid sometimes. I don’t want you to leave.”

Wrapping my arms around my roommate’s body, I could hear him crying even harder. I start to spill more of my own tears, my mouth quivering.

He lets his hand down, embracing me too, pulling me tightly into his body. “You mean so much to me,” he whispers. “I’ll do anything. Please don’t leave.”

Holding him as he cries, he’s not the perfect man I could barely believe was a freshman when I first sighted him in the room. He’s a terrified little boy, completely broken and holding nothing back. I know I still love him. Maybe I always will.

“Please say something,” Alex begs. “You’re killing me.”

I let him go so I can look into his brown eyes. I’ve never seen him so emotional. “I’m sorry.”

He nods. “You’re not really going to move out, are you?” he asks like he’s terrified of the possibility. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself. I’m lucky you’ve put up with me as much as you have.”

I’m completely exhausted from the weight of everything that’s transpired already, finally feeling like I can move again. “Can we sit down?”

Alex looks sullen as I stride the few steps to my bed, sitting on the edge of it. He settles next to me, as close as he can be without actually touching me. “Why do you put up with me anyway?” he wonders.

“I’ve always thought you were worth it, I guess,” I say softly.

He resolutely shakes his head. “I’m not. I’m clearly fucking not. It’s only a matter of time until you figure it out too.”

I’m appalled. “How can you say that? No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, Alex,” I whisper. I reach my hand out and start gently stroking his thigh.

“Same, honestly. I don’t know why that makes me want to burn shit to the ground.” He sighs, rubbing his hand all over his face. “Or maybe I do. If I keep letting you get closer, you’re going to realize how fucked up I am. You’re not going to want anything to do with me.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, letting my hand rest on his thigh. “You’re not fucked up. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

He inhales deeply and shakes his head. “No, I have issues. Clearly.”

I try to look Alex in the eyes but he’s just staring straight ahead. “Everyone has issues.”

“Not like mine,” he mumbles. “You’re way too good for me, man. I would just drag you down. That’s all I do. I’m a fucking worthless piece of shit.” More tears stream down his face.

I feel like I know exactly where his feelings are coming from. “Is this all about your dad?” I ask. Hearing the way he’s been talking about himself, I realize Alex must have serious self-esteem issues. As confident and charismatic as he is, always willing to say or do anything, it’s something I never would have expected.

He looks at me like I’d just ripped a band-aid off. “Well, when you hear about how horrible you are often enough…yeah, it’s pretty damn easy to believe it,” he mutters.

I wrap my arm around my roommate’s shoulders and pull his body into mine. “He’s emotionally abusive, Alex. You can’t listen to him. I’ve been living with you for months. I know who you really are. You’re a great roommate and the best friend I’ve ever had in my life.”

Alex covers his eyes again, more tears streaming down his cheeks. “I really want to believe that,” he whispers.

“You are! You’re an incredible person!”

He swallows hard beside me, his fingers scraping across his eyes. “But I do drag you down,” he says. “I know I’ve done it.”

“The only thing you’ve ever done to drag me down is push me away. That’s it. All I’ve ever wanted is to be closer to you, but you won’t let me.”

He lets his hand down, grabbing mine and lacing our fingers together. He twists his head and stares into me. “Do you still want to be my boyfriend?” he asks.

My heart flutters. “Of course I do. But you said–“

Alex grips my hand tighter. “That was me trying to burn shit to the ground. Don’t listen to that little dumbfuck emotional arsonist.”

“I really don’t want to,” I mutter. “But he’s pretty loud.”

Alex laughs, slightly smiling. “I know I have to stop keeping everything bottled up and letting it get to me. Like, I should have called you every day I was gone and told you about what was going on instead of pretending I was fine. I know that now. I can’t keep fucking this up for us.”

For us. Us. He says it like we are a couple. “Is there an us?”

My roommate wraps a hand around my head and pulls me into his lips, gently kissing me. “Isn’t that what you want?” he asks.

I’m so confused about everything. “I don’t understand, Alex. You haven’t wanted anything to do with me since the break, and then you say you’re going on a date with a girl. You told me you couldn’t ever see yourself having a boyfriend, and now you’re asking me if I’m still interested. I have no idea what to think right now.”

“I know it sounds really fucking weird,” he mumbles. “I’ve had his stupid voice in my head ever since I came back. All I kept thinking is that I’m going to disappoint you like I disappoint everyone else. I’ve already done it a few times, haven’t I? So yeah, I kept thinking he’s totally right, I’m just going to keep hurting Tyler until he finally ditches me. So maybe it was better to just…let go and push you away.”

I rub my hand across my forehead trying to make sense of it. “You’re saying you were trying to hurt me…because you’re afraid of hurting me?”

He sighs. “I know, it’s really fucking fucked up, isn’t it? I seriously need counseling or something.”

“I still don’t get it, though,” I say. “What changed?”

Alex stares pensively at the ground. “You should really read those texts,” he whispers. “When you called me out and threatened to leave, I realized I never want you to leave. I started imagining my life without you and it seemed so…sad. You make me really happy, Tyler. I need you in my life, and I need to grow the fuck up.”

I want to tell him I love him so badly after hearing that, but I know I can’t do it now. “I feel like I need you too, Alex,” I whisper. “But I realized something tonight too. I can’t keep torturing myself just to be friends with benefits or whatever. My feelings are way too strong and they’re going to drive me crazy.”

“That’s why I already asked you,” he says gently, his brown eyes peering deeply into mine. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Hey guys, I have never wrirtten about any of my sexual experiences before but I love reading about Dave’s sexual adventures (aka Aussie Speedo Guys) and with a little bit of prompting, he has convinced me to put pen to paper.

My name is Chris, I live in Boulder, I am gay but most people wouldn’t know it. I’m 38yo, my boyfriend, Thomas, is 22yo and is a student at CU. We have been ‘dating’ for a year but it is all about the sex and I can’t see us getting married or anything. My friends tease me about having such a young manfriend but I’m not complaining. While we are a couple, I know that Thomas totally screws around and it is just something that isn’t talked about.

I love travelling and having a boyfriend to travel with (even if I pay for everything) is better than travelling alone. Yes, I do get a little jealous hearing about what Thomas gets up to but I am OK with it.

At the end of summer I had a work trip, my first one since COVID, it was out to Vegas and of course I asked Thomas to come along. It is a 10 hour drive door to door (I have done it a few times) and I’ve got a nice work car so I proposed driving. One of my work colleagues, Patrick (Pat) decided to tag along for the drive at the last minute. We left early, around 6am, and I figured we’d get out there by 3pm with the time change and have some time in the pool and a party night. Thomas was a little hungover and slept most of the way, Pat and I talked about work most of the way, which sounds boring but was actually really good.

Pat is my age, married, two kids, pretty cute wife, one of the few people that knows I’m gay and has no problems with it. It has never really come up in conversation. He is a cool dude, and he is really good at his job.

We get to Vegas, I think I was the one who taught Dave (Aussie Speedo Guy) where to park when staying at Paris, and even thought it has been over a year since I was there, it all felt like yesterday. We checked in, Pat was in the hotel room next to Thomas and I. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good after the drive but was definitely keen for a drink. We told Pat to come over and we’d have a drink before heading to the pool.

Pat came over wearing his pool shorts, t-shirt, hat and had a drink in hand. Thomas and I had just poured a drink and Pat slammed his down so I poured him another one.

We had just spent 10 hours in a car together but the conversation still flowed and we had a great view of the pool which was pretty quiet. I had just poured our second drink (Pat’s third) when Thoams went in to the bathroom. He came out wearing the new Turbo brand speedo that I had bought him for the trip.

He was wearing the speedo and nothing else. He also had a semi (semi hard on) and he looked delicious.

At first I was a little bit embarassed. But with Thomas standing there in all his speedo glory Pat said “You could make a married man question himself wearing that Thomas.” This was just the kind of attention Thomas loves and he walked over to where Pat was sitting on the bed. His crotch was at Pat’s eye level and he was inviting Pat to touch him. Pat looked over at me.

I think if I was ten years younger I would have been upset or jealous but I’m kind of used to Thomas being a little slut, so with Pat looking at me I just said “What is done in Vegas….”

Pat reached out and started rubbing Thomas’s crotch.

Thomas was looking at me with a very cheeky grin on his face. He even put both of his hands behind his head as he let my married, straight, work colleague rub his cock.

After a few minutes of this Thomas got Pat off the bed, on his feet and started making out with him. I really couldn’t believe it, I didn’t think Pat had a gay bone in his body but… that is Vegas baby. Thomas took Pat’s shirt off and the big surprise (there were a lot of surprises) was when Thomas took off Pat’s shorts, Pat was wearing a pair of red AussieBum speedos.

Wow!!!

It was pretty hot watching my twenty something year old boyfriend making out with a guy nearly twice his age. Their cocks were both hard and rubbing together.

I was hard too watching this as you can imagine.

Thomas broke off the kissing and looking in to Pat’s eyes he told him that he would give him the best blowjob of his life, but he had to promise to wear those red speedos to the pool.

I think Pat would have sold his children for a blowjob at that minute and he readily agreed. Thomas lead him back to the bed and right next to where I was sitting Pat sat down and my boyfriend got on his knees between Pat’s legs. Thomas released Pat’s cock out the leg of his red AussieBum speedos and he went to work.

Thomas loves cock and he is perhaps the best cock sucker I have experienced. It is half technique, and it is half just a love of cock and he has both of those.

This was too much for me. I got up, dropped my shorts, went to the bathroom and squirted some lube on my cock. Returning to the room my boyfriend was on his knees sucking Pat’s cock. Thomas was wearing the new speedos and instead of taking them off, I just pulled them aside giving me access to his little twenty year old butt hole.

He didn’t miss a beat as I slipped my cock inside him.

Thomas and I had never done any group or threesome stuff together before and seeing the pleasure he was bringing Pat while I fucked him was really hot.

It was Pat whose orgasm started first. OMG he was sooooo loud I’m sure anyone in the hallway would have heard him. For at least a minute before his orgasm he was yelling. That got me pretty worked up as well and I came in Thomas’s arse shortly after Pat came in Thomas’s mouth.

That was pretty intense.

Pat kept thanking Thomas telling him it was the best blowjob he has ever had.

After another drink and a little bit of a debrief on what just happened we headed down to the pool. Thomas made Pat wear his red speedo which he did try to get out of. We were the only three guys wearing speedos at the pool but it was pretty quiet and nobody bothered us or cared.

We kept drinking and after about an hour Thomas (who had been on his phone a little bit) announced that there were more ‘speedo guys’ joining us.

This confused Pat and I so Thomas explained. He had been on Grindr and there were two guys staying at the hotel and they had seen the three of us in the pool wearing speedos. Thomas said they were coming down to join us and would be speedo’ing it up as well.

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Danny didn’t think he was gay. He liked fucking women. He liked fucking men. But wasn’t partial to either one. He’d fuck a guy or just as soon fuck a woman if he could find a woman that was interested in him. Maybe he was bi? He didn’t know or really care. What did it really matter? They were just labels. And he wasn’t into labels. He’d met a young girl recently at a casino that he thought he’d be able to fuck. She was slutty looking and Danny thought maybe even open to having some fun. He chatted her up for a while and she finally told him she was a cis-gendered, queer, polyamorous, Jewish kabbalah, Wiccan, something-or-other. But all Danny really wanted to know was did she like cock. Did she like cock enough to do anal, and/or was she good for the count. What this meant to Danny was… would she be able to fuck… and fuck… and then fuck some more until he could cum.

See Danny had no problem getting it up. He had no problem keeping it up. His issue was cumming. It had to be just the right hole or just the right movement, or just the right angle or just the right rhythm to make it happen. What he did know was men seem to understand this more than women. And men were more down with trying different positions, trying different techniques, trying different tastes than women. Plus men didn’t mind if he hadn’t showered in a while, hence his name. See Danny smelled a bit, sometimes quite a bit. He didn’t trust deodorant. Having read it clogs your armpit pores and could lead to lymph node cancer. So he only showered once a week. Sometimes he went even longer than that if he forgot. He tried bathing more but felt kind of itchy and dry, so… why bother. He was good with it. A matter of fact he kind of liked his smell.

Danny was proficient in topping both sexes but because the odds were stacked that men understood his issue a bit better, he fucked more men than women. Also, women tend to be harder to get into the sack. Could be his smell, could be that’s just how it was with women. But about the smell, it wasn’t as if you could smell Dirty Danny when you first met him. It was just an odor that you sort of noticed the more he was in your company. Some men even dug on it. But women, no. Danny thought they wanted a man to be odor-free. Or at least not to smell like he just got done working out at a gym. It didn’t matter that Danny was hung like a horse or that he had a pretty fit body. He just didn’t like bathing much.

And then there was his cumming issue. He found that he took a lot more time than what most people would think was normal.  So when Dirty Danny first met Ian, he thought he was golden. He bought Ian a couple of drinks to get the boy slightly lubed to make his moves on him.  Danny was thinking Ian looked like he may be able to be… “Good for the Count”. Also, Danny thought Ian was fuckably hot, especially with his dark red hair sticking out of the Chicago Black Sox hat. He wore it flipped backward like a catcher. Very appropriate Danny thought, and for some unknown reason it really turned Danny on. Ian was wearing a purple wife-beater and Danny could tell he had a nice body and with his baby face, Danny was already thinking to himself that he’d like the hat to remain on while he stuck his fat 9-inch porker into Ian’s gob. What he didn’t know was Ian had an unusual gift that would make their night quite interesting.

It was an easy issue and a purchase of only 4 drinks and a bit of typical chatter to get the cherubic red-haired boy to agree to come home with Dirty Danny.

Once they were in Danny’s bed, Danny could tell exactly how or if things would go down. Ian was shorter and a bit younger but still kind of a muscular man-boy and completely lacking in body hair. Well, just a little fluff of red pubes over his cock, not a bit of hair on his ass, not even anything around his anus. Dirty Danny being slightly over 6 and a half foot, was a typical hairy white male and overjoyed at the prospect of fucking such a smooth clean looking ginger. A flavor Danny had never had before, girl or guy.

After they took off their clothes and sat on Danny’s bed, Danny urged Ian to put his hat back on, and true to Danny’s desires Ian turned it around again while sucking Danny’s cock so well that Danny thought he may just cum right then and there. This of course did not happen. Why? Because Danny started thinking, he hadn’t cum in anyone’s mouth since his school days when his teacher wanted to blow him in his car when he was only 15.

But Ian was really going at it nicely. Danny could tell he was no inexperienced cock sucker. It was like he was going to suck the cum right out of Danny’s horse cock. Well, whatever he could actually fit in his mouth anyway. Let’s just say if it had been anyone else, Ian would have had a mouth full of man milk in about two minutes. And Ian didn’t even flinch when he got down to about half of Danny’s dick in his mouth. With his nose that close to Danny’s pubes, he knew the boy could smell his pungent odor. But Ian took his big cock at least halfway down his throat without an issue. Danny thought to himself, “Nice!”

Danny had had a couple of guys and one girl complain about his particular smell when giving him head because Danny didn’t wash up at all. Even after having jerked off. Even if he knew that some of his cum had gotten on his crotch and body hair. Just a quick wipe and he was ready to go. Not even with a wet bath towel. And Danny would jerk off at least once a day. Sometimes twice, so most of the time he knew he was quite smelly. But Danny was OK with his smell and didn’t really care if anyone else wasn’t, unless, of course, if it stopped anyone from having sex with him.

“Hey Ian, Man you suck a nice cock” Sorry I haven’t washed up today, so I might be a bit stinky,” Danny said while Ian was blowing his knob.

Ian came up for some air and said, “Oh, It’s OK. I can’t smell a bloody thing, Been like that since I was real young, so…” and just shrugged, “But this is some nice size cock here” then went back to blowing Danny.

Yeah, Ian was doing everything right. Stopping to lick Danny’s balls every once and awhile. Fingering Danny’s taint and then squeezing his balls slightly before going back to stroking the base of Danny’s cock up and down while sucking on the fat mushroom head. But in the end, Danny knew there was only one way he was going to be good for the count, and that was getting his dick up into Ian’s ass.

This you’d think would be the natural progression of things. But Danny had encountered quite a few guys that didn’t like getting fucked in the ass. Maybe it was because after seeing Danny’s quite large thick swollen horse cock or maybe it was his smell. Either way, it was a difficult thing when hooking up with guys to go over what they would or wouldn’t do in the bedroom. It wasn’t until Danny read an article on anal intercourse and found out that only 35% of gay men actually offered up their hindquarters for their lovers. (Yeah, just 35%, look it up). Women of course were way lower at somewhere around 3 to 4%. There was even one bloke Danny brought home that just wanted to kiss and then wank Danny while Danny did the same to him. This was OK for a couple of minutes but got kind of boring after a bit. This guy eventually left feeling like Danny had offended him and in the end told Danny, “he stunk and wouldn’t suck him off, even if he was into that kind of thing.”

This was again why Danny preferred men. They let you know what’s what. Albeit sometimes you had to take ’em home and get ‘em naked to find out how far they would go.

And sticking his oversized man-meat into a tight pink anus was one of the things Danny knew would get him off. It might take a while, but he knew it would work. In his mind, this was still way past vanilla sex, especially if he verbally dominated the bottom. Whether it was a girl or boy. And if Danny were fucking a girl he could only get off in her ass. Regular penis in vagina would never do it. That’s why fucking a guy had better odds. In Danny’s mind, this was still a very lurid sexual act and would trigger Danny to cum after a while of pounding into a bottom. It still could take a while depending upon the reactions of the guy getting fucked.

Since Danny was bigger than Ian he had no problem pushing him onto the bed and grabbed some lube on the nightstand to help with the buggering he would be dishing out. Ian being the bottom knew what was expected of him so he flipped around and offered up his beautiful tush to Danny.

“No Mate, I want to start with you on top. It’s the best way for you to open up and get comfortable with my cock in you.” Ian waited for Danny to lie down and then crossed his right leg over Danny and straddled him, grabbing his fat cock and aiming it at his puckered anus. Ian sat back and tried to force the bulbous cock head into his tight hole. After a bit of rocking side to side Ian felt the tip enter him and fill him up. Ian knelt down and kissed on Danny but kept thinking of how truly big the cock was he was trying to put up his backside. See, not only was Danny 9 inches long his cock was pretty thick too with quite a bit of girth.

“Uugh.. that feels good”, Ian gasped as Danny’s cock head pushed into him. Danny knew it was best to take it slow or the whole thing might end quickly with Ian saying, “he was just too God damn thick or big to take,” and run for an exit. So he resisted his urge to push upwards into him. Ian pushed back a little more to try to get the meaty cock into him, but the fat cock head which was barely in him wasn’t going to open up to allow for more of Danny’s cock. After a bit more pushing it into his ass, Ian said, “Shit, I don’t know if this is going to work”.

Danny knew he had to do something, and he had an idea.

“Hold on one minute mate.”

“Oh, you have some poppers”? Ian asked

“No, I wish, but let’s try this.” Danny got out from under Ian went out to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of scotch and two shot glasses with his dick still hard as ever.

“Here try this, Irish poppers”, Danny says to Ian. “So first put my dick up inside your ass then slam the shot. When it hits your stomach, push back and I’ll be able to pop into you a bit more. Then Bob’s your uncle.”

Ian nodded and did as Danny said, even putting more lube up inside his ass with his two fingers before getting the bulbous head right into his back door.

Sure enough, as Ian slammed the shot, Danny pushed into him and Ian sat back and Danny’s cock slipped in past his inner ring and up into him about two inches.

“Awww, God!” Ian yelped as he dropped the empty shot glass on the bed.”Oh, my God, Oh my God!” Ian breathed.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby!” Danny said holding Ian around his hips as he pushed his cock into Ian a little more. “Now we got to work the whole thing up into ya”.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ huge! Wait, Hold on a minute” Ian said and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Ian stopped moving, trying to get used to the huge amount of meat going up into his ass. Danny was impressed with the sight of how hot Ian looked. He had his head tilted back with his eyes closed, the black baseball hat was still on his head and there were wisps of his red hair coming out the front. Danny let go of his hips and grabbed his nipples and tweaked them between his thumbs and forefingers, then started to push up into him again, just a tiny bit more. Ian started to make guttural noises but Danny wasn’t worried. He‘d seen this before and knew he just had to keep pushing his donkey dick up into Ian. Eventually, the boy would get used to it, open up and he’d start loving it. Man, it was taking a bit of time though. And fuck me, Danny thought, this Ian boy is tight!

“Yeah, Damn, that’s nice, take my cock. You know you want it. You’re a fucking slut for it, aren’t ya Ian?”

“Oh, my god! You’re so fucking… aaagh… big. Just… just hold still. Yeah, hold still, and let me get used to you.”

This of course was what made Danny get off. This could really make his buzzer go. If he just started to go to town on this little red-headed ass he would cum in about two minutes. But he would just tear the bottom up and that wasn’t fun. (Well not for the bottom). Plus, sometimes he wanted to fuck these bottom boys more than once. And that wouldn’t work ‘cause they’d be way too sore to even attempt it. But he could call them back in a week and Ian may be into it, if he wasn’t super fucking sore. So Danny took it slow and let Ian get used to his dick size and girth. What he didn’t know was Ian was a power bottom.

After a bit, Ian shook his head and things changed dramatically. “Oh, man, your fucking cock is so god damn big. Push it into me… Mmmm, yeah push it all into me. Fuck yeah. Fuck my hole…awww, yeah.”

Danny couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This beautiful man-boy started to grunt and push back at his slight movement like he couldn’t get enough cock. Ok, so I’ll give him what he wants, Danny thought.

“Fuck yeah! Push that fat dick way up into my ass! Come on, GIVE IT TO ME!” he shouted. The bed was starting to rock back and forth and squeak, Danny was enjoying every minute of it. “Yeah! Give me all of your fat prick, Fuck my hole.”

“Oh, you want it, Do you, ya red-headed slut?” Danny said in return to the aggressive banter Ian was giving him. “Fuck yeah Big Danny! Plow my ass. Come on give it to me. Push it in me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARDER!”

Danny had never had a bottom react so slutty to his thrusting before. This was something new. So, he tried to force more of his meaty cock up into Ian’s ass, and quicken his thrusting.

Right then Danny pushed Ian off of him and flopped Ian back down on the bed. He grabbed one of Ian’s legs and threw it over his shoulder with Ian facing his left side. Then proceeded to stick his oversize cock up Ian’s ass again and nail him even deeper with Ian’s legs spread extra wide. Danny started slamming his cock into Ian’s hole balls deep.

Ian’s eyes were wide with lust and he started yelping “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” every time Danny plowed into him. It wasn’t long before Danny felt the tingle of his cum getting ready to flow up from his balls and through his cock. It caught Danny by surprise but he kept jabbing into Ian’s ass. In and out, in and out, then leaned over a bit and grabbed the boy by his throat so he could plow into him harder.

“Fuck me! Fuck my hole! Mnnnmgh! Yeeees!” Ian screamed as he began pulling on his own cock.

Danny kept it up, pushing into Ian with his hands around his neck. Not really choking him, but giving himself some leverage so that he could hold on to Ian while jamming his cock in and out of Ian’s ass.

With his teeth clenched, Ian sneered, “Oh God, fuck me! Give it to me. Fuck my ass. Harder! HARDER!!!”

“Oh Oh!”  Danny exclaimed, “God damn, son of a bitch, I’m cumming, you sluuut, Oh Fu-u-u-c-ck!” And then it happened. Probably the quickest Danny had cum in a long time. Danny held Ian tight while unloading into him. Ian could feel squirt after squirt of cum pushing up into his ass.  At the same time, Ian started cumming too and he let go of a stream of cum onto Danny’s bed. Then Danny began thrusting back into Ian again.  Every time Danny would push into Ian another rope of cum would fly out of Ian’s cock.

Finally, with Danny spent, he popped out of Ian’s ass and lay down next to him on the bed.

They hadn’t even fucked for ten minutes and Danny knew that was a record.

“Oh my god that was great,” Danny said.

With cum leaking out of his ass and cum all over his belly and hand all Ian could say was, “Right?”

Danny smiled and thought, he may have met his match with Ian.

Chemistry class was always boring for Max. It didn’t help that it was last block, and neither did Fridays.

“Mr. Smith, can I go to the bathroom?” Max asked.

“Sure, but be quick, this is important material.” Mr. Smith replied. He got out of the tiny desk provided to him, and began roaming the halls.

Oh thank god, I never thought I was getting out of there.

After a couple of minutes wondering where he could be by himself for awhile, Max decided on the gym changing room. People were busy throwing dodgeballs at each other’s faces, so the changing room should be empty – or so Max thought.

He wondered into the room full of lockers, and found a stall for those who didn’t like to participate in high school banter or getting whipped with towels.

Click. The door audibly locked.

Finally, some peace and quiet, Max thought to himself. Maybe I could jerk off for a bit before heading back to class.

He pulled his pants and underwear off, throwing them onto the customary bench, and lifted his shirt off himself exposing a figure that looked like Michelangelo himself had made.

Max had a magnificent body for a barely 18 year old. Evenly tanned across his entire body, which was muscular, but fit. Round pecs protruded from a hairless chest were above an amazing six pac. He worked out daily, and his progress was showing. A neatly trimmed happy trail pointed towards a big, beautiful brown bush. Max loved his huge hairy dick and balls – he loved any hairy cock and balls, but couldn’t admit it.

Anytime he watched porn – which, besides working out and occasionally doing homework, was all he did – he was fixated on the bulging cocks. In and out. In and out. In and out, stretching out assholes (anal was the only straight porn he watched).

Max’s muscle memory began taking over as his arm pulled itself towards his uncut cock. Even when soft, he was a solid 5” and he knew sooner than later he would reach his full 9”.

Spitting on his dick for some lube, Max began tugging furiously. Slosh. Slosh. Slosh.

“Fuck, this feels so good.” the 6’1” stud moaned.

Knock knock. Max froze.

“Care if I join? I already have you moaning on video, so you kinda have to say yes.” came a strange voice.

“Uhh, I-I-I guess.” Max told the strange voice as he unlocked his spacious stall. “What do you want?”

“Take a guess dip shit. Get me hard. I don’t care how, but if you don’t I’ll have to punish you.” said the boy who Max finally recognized.

“Jack?” Max was confused. His best friend hung out in the changing room to make people jerk him off?

“In the flesh. Now get to work, you only have 30 minutes before school ends and everyone else joins us.” Jack demanded.

“Ok, ok, just don’t make me suck you off.” Max pleaded – although he hoped he would get to suck his best friend’s dick – as he moved his moist hand towards the first dick besides his own he had ever touched.

Jack had an equally amazing body. His happy trail directed people’s attention to his nice 7” uncut cock. Max was equally as excited and nervous as his trembling hand reached Jack’s dick.

“Good idea, faggot. Be a good fag and you won’t even hurt when I fuck you. Lick my nice hairy balls and look at me while you jerk me off. You will only call me daddy now by the way.” advised Jack.

“Yes daddy.” now excitedly said Max as he feigned fright as he moved his tongue and lips towards some very full looking balls. I hope he blows this huge load in me, Max thought. Jesus, I really am a fag. Oh well.

With his tongue stuck out, Max took a huge lick of his companion’s balls. From the taint to the base of his cock, Max missed nothing. Every hair – and there were a lot if them – on Jack’s balls were touched. Max did this while affectionately looking into the eyes of his captor.

“Who’s a good boy? Max is! Keep it up fag, and I’ll cum in no time.” Jack complimented the natural man pleaser.

Max took this in stride, lightly sucking Jack’s balls. Fuuuuucccckkkk… this is awesome. Maybe he’ll make me suck him off soon. I’ll keep being a good boy toy for him.

He started to swirl his tongue around the amazing tasting balls of Jack. Just the right amount of masculine musk and cleanliness. Mmm… he tastes so good.

Without realizing it, Max was still jerking Jack off the same as he would himself, complete muscle memory. He knew at the moment he would never be able to satisfy himself with enough cock for the rest of his life. His grip was firm, but it didn’t cut the very active blood circulation to Jack’s fully erect cock.

Screw it, I can’t wait longer. “Does daddy want his dick sucked now?” Max asked with a mouthful of balls.

“Yes, you can. You make a pretty good faggot already, don’t let me down.” Jack told Max.

With that, Max grabbed Jack’s cock, and pointed it directly at his mouth. He stuck his tongue out, just the same as he had done for Jack’s balls, and made contact with some lovely foreskin. He kissed the foreskin better than any girl he had ever tried to make out with. Slowly, he retracted the tight foreskin.

A pink, moist glistening head appeared. Max licked the very present piss slit for awhile, before licking the rest of the head. Oh my god, his dick tastes even better than his balls. Next I’ll go down to my hand.

The head of Jack’s cock was quickly engulfed, but Max underestimated the sheer size of the cock he was dealing with. He could fit the cock in his mouth, but he worried about what would happen if his throat was too small – and for good reason.

“Aww, the faggot is scared of a little pain? You’re doing good, but take your hand off. If you can make me cum with just your mouth, you’ll never have to do this again. Well, maybe you will, but we’ll see.” intimated Jack.

Cautiously, Max removed his hand.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. He felt inclined to start bobbing his head, getting a little deeper each time. Maybe I’ll try sucking in my cheeks and tightening my tongue. That was a huge mistake. Seconds after he started doing it, Jack responded by thrusting his hips. It felt amazing for Jack. Really tight lips going from the tip of his dick to halfway down. He needed more.

Max felt Jack place strong feeling hands on the back of his head. He knew what was going to happen next, and although he loved what was happening so far, he still worried about his throat.

Wham. Bang. Wham. Jack drew his hips back, pulling his cock almost out of Max’s mouth, and slammed it back in. In and out. In and out. In and out. Again and again.

Aargh. Max repeatedly gagged. I hope this is over soon, my face being fucked isn’t nearly as fun as before. Just relax, and it will get easier, he reassured himself. And it did get easier. A few minutes after trying to relax, Max could breathe somewhat normally between face slammings, so much so that he noticed something. Jack’s bush smelled so good. He was perfect. Is Jack gay too? I could do this every day.

“Wow, I take back what I said. You’re definitely doing this every day,” noted Jack. “Oh, and by the way, I’m gonna cum soon. You’re the only guy that’s gotten me this close, so you’re also gonna be the first guy to swallow my load. I’ll take my cock out and shoot it over your face. Miss a drop and you’ll be eating mr out after I shit.”

“I… won’t… miss…. a… drop… daddy.” Max replied when he could catch his breathe.

“Good. Here it comes.” Jack held Max and place and slammed his entire dick down Max’s throat before pulling out.

A glorious show began. Thick white cum shot from Jack, directly onto Max’s face, and inside of his eager mouth. 4 streams in total. Max savoured the sweet and salty cum of his friend before swallowing. I hope Mr. Smith won’t mind. Max smiled at the joke he made to himself.

“Now clean up. I don’t need my cum displayed to the whole school. Clean my dick off too.” Demanded Jack.

Max was more than happy to oblige. Slurp. Max made sure that Jack’s dick was clean, or at least that’s what he told himself.

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As I am writing this I am stroking my erect cock and thinking about what I have become. About two months ago I had a long and passionate night with an older man that I know and since then there has not been a day gone by where I haven’t thought about cock I feel need to share. Before this experience I have only ever been with girls.

My interest in cock began when I was skinny, hairless 19 year old a few months before the following events occurred. I had joined the men’s soccer team and this meant that after matches and training the whole team would go to the changing rooms to shower naked. I had never had exposure to so much male nudity in my life as the showers in those changing rooms were communal where as the showers with my underage teams were all private. At the beginning I was extremely body conscious but that began to fade as I became more comfortable. As we are taking these showers it was hard not to look at all the different penises around me. All were different, some were very hairy, others not so much and they all varied in length and girth. This quickly became an obsession for me and I also loved to stare at the testicles. At this stage I did not desire cock but was merely interested. My interest began grow as I would go home and look up pictures of penises online and this resulted in exposure to gay porn. Gay porn quickly became an addiction for me as I much preferred it to straight porn. and only few days into when I started watching gay porn it seemed like it happened overnight but I knew that I wanted to try cock and to have a sexual interaction with a man. This made the changing room situation so much better but also more difficult to spy because even the sight of some of the flaccid penises would sexually arouse me and result in getting a boner, to tackle this I thought of puppies dying in an attempt to remain soft.. I began to visualize all the different penises and rate each of my teammates cocks. I would rate them out of 10, write what I liked and disliked, unfortunately I never saw any erect penises in the changing room so I just presumed everyone there was strictly straight.

My favorite cock belonged to one of the oldest teammates David (38). He had was about 6’3 with a great beard, beautiful toned body and perfectly trimmed pubic hair. David’s penis was a beautiful nice dark color with a thick girth and good length. He also had large, low hanging balls which to me looked delicious and I had often dreamt of slurping them and sucking his smooth scrotum. David’s penis looked pretty large while soft so at the time I estimated it would grow to maybe 7 inches or so while erect. I quickly developed an extreme longing for David’s cock and would fixate on it whilst showering. many times David has met my eyes and I would begin to blush and have to face the wall in fear he may call me out. David was extremely aggressive and has often been involved in physical altercations with other teammates over menial things. Every night after I would lie in my bed and furiously masturbate to the thought of David pinning me down and ramming his huge, raw cock inside my tight, hungry asshole. I would imagine his large testicles slapping my ass cheeks and then him exploding inside of me and coating my walls with his seed. One night after masturbating to some muscle on twink porn (imaging it was me and David of course) I decided that I was gonna tell David how I feel. The next day when training finished David began to run his cool down laps while the rest of the team hit the changing rooms. I said I would join him. As we ran we talked about our match that weekend and the opposition and what to expect. My voice was shaky as I was extremely nervous and he asked me several time was I okay. After asking me the third time I said no and he asked what’s up. I ended up just blurting out that I am sexually attracted to him and that I want his cock so bad. I was expecting him to knock me out be he just sternly said that ‘What the fuck and jogged off’. I was utterly disappointed and left terrified at the thought that David would tell the rest of the team and I would be alienated. A week passed by and I had skipped a few trainings and our match thinking that all my teammates knew about my lust for David’s cock but I had not received any messages about it so was unsure. About 10 days after my confession to David I was sitting on my bed at home reading a gay story on literotica when I received a WhatsApp message from a number that I had not saved saying ‘Still want my cock?’

It was David as I recognized him in his profile picture. He had gotten my number from the team group chat. I replied yes and he told me he will collect me at the pitch in one hour. I sprang up from bed and rushed from the bathroom to begin to douche. I got more nervous as it approached 11pm and at around quarter to I told my mom I was going for a drive with some friends. As I walked to the pitch my whole body was trembling and several times I was thinking of calling off the whole thing but I convinced myself that this was the number 1 thing in the world I have wanted the last few weeks. When I got to the pitch David flashed his lights at me and I knew it was him because it was a black Audi. I approached his car and slowly got into the passenger seat and could not speak at how nervous I was. David knew this and placed a reassuring hand on my thigh and to my surprise leaned over and kissed me using his tongue. I had never really thought about kissing guys as all I was ever only interested in was cock but I have to say it was one of the best kisses of my life, it made me feel so small and feminine (I am 5’9, about 150lbs and David is 6’3, about 230lbs of muscle). He then told me that he is taking me to a hotel in a further over town where ‘we will have passionate but also rough raw sex’ his exact words, he assured me was clean and using PrEP and I took his word. My penis leaked of precum at the thought of what was in store for me. I texted my mom and told her that I was staying at my friends house as David also informed me that I would be staying the whole night. David was very firm speaking to me and said that I could only call him Sir or Daddy for the night and I definitely wasn’t comfortable with Daddy so I opted for Sir. When we arrived at the hotel David held my hand walking in which was another surprise and also quite embarrassing for me as I was in no way public to anyone but anyone about my interest in men but it was a town where I knew nobody so I relaxed. David purchased a room for two and referred to me as his partner to the receptionist.

I had began to relax in the car as we drove for about 40 minutes in silence listening to the radio but when we entered the hotel room my heart begin to throb again and the voice inside my head screamed ‘Is this actually happening?’ David commanded me to strip and this is when I got really nervous, I was visibly nervous. I slowly took off my clothes revealing my hairless body, my plump ass and my painfully erect cock. The sight of me cowering naked on front of David made him smirk and his moustache twitched. He told me to go take a shower and leave the bathroom light off. I sponged myself down in the wet room style shower still shaking but increasingly less so convincing myself that what I was doing was okay. Then David joined me and embraced me from behind and began to whisper sweet nothings in my ear as he cupped my ass cheeks with his large hands. I could feel his penis sticking into my back. He told me turn around so he could kiss me, I spun around and finally I did not have to imagine anymore as I was presented with David’s erect penis. It was more magnificent then I could have ever imagined, he had all his pubic hair removed, his testicles were hanging low and there was a beautiful, bulging vein running up the underside. I know I estimated earlier maybe about 7 inches erect but it had to be at least 8.5″ with the girth of a deodorant can, comparing to my own penis which is barely 6″ inches. David wanted to kiss but I immediately squatted down where I was eye level with this gorgeous manhood and began to run my tongue along his dark shaft. David appreciated my eagerness and told me to put it in my mouth. I had purchased a 6 inch dildo online which I was able to deepthroat at home so was pretty confident but I quickly learned that the sheer girth of David’s throbbing cock was much larger and I even struggled to get my lips around the monster. As the shower soaked my face and Davis’s cock I began to get used to his cock and started to swallow more but after 20 minutes or so of David face fucking me and saying what a gay little bitch I was, I was still only able to slide my mouth down half his enormous cock.

After a solid 40 minutes of sucking cock in the shower and David spitting in my mouth and verbally abusing me I was picked up and thrown onto the king sized bed. A pair of handcuffs was fitted to my wrists where I was locked facedown to the bed post and I was told that is where I will remain until the morning, this made me nervous. David spread my legs so my tight, shaven asshole was presented to him. He immediately began to tongue fuck my booty which felt AMAZING, sometimes I felt his tongue enter my hole and lick my walls. Earlier I said how I had preferred to call him Sir but now I was moaning like the little white bitch that I am calling him Daddy and begging him for more and his penis had not even entered me yet. After David decided that my hole had gotten enough tongue he began to lather me with lube and assured me how his cock was going to penetrate me raw and fill me with multiple loads of his cum. The thought of another mans sexual fluid entering my body and coating my internal walls was heaven.

The initial entry of David’s penis into my body was torture my hole burned with pain but I bit the pillow and powered through cause I knew this pain would soon turn to pleasure and it quickly did. The first half an hour of this raw, homosexual fuck session was slow as my hole needed to get used to his massive joystick. Every few minutes I gradually began to accept more and more inches inside me until eventually I felt David’s pubic area touch me and once this happened the thrusts became so much quicker. The weight of David’s body matched with the length of his cock was like a freight train entering me at high speed over and over. Some of the thrusts were shorter and faster whereas others were long and deep, so deep that at times I could swear that the tip of his fat dick was in my stomach. It wasn’t until about after an hour that David’s first cum load washed into my body and at this stage I had been called every name under the sun by him, screamed ‘Daddy’ about 200 times and we were both slippery in our own and each others sweat. David took a 15 minute break, straw fed me some water and told me that if I needed to pee just do it on the bed where I am but I didn’t because all that came out out of my cock was seminal fluid, whenever David needed to urinate he just did on my back (which I loved). After his break David was rejuvenated and started to work on my asshole again, this time stroking my tiny cock and fondling my testicles. I closed my eyes and listened to the slapping of his large meatclackers against my cheeks. During this fuck David would stop every now and then to tongue my asshole and then spit in my mouth or shove his cock in my throat to taste my own ass juice. The first time he did this he managed to suck out some of his own cum and I was more than happy to have it deposited into my mouth. As our fuck session progressed we both got sweatier, exchanged fluids and a few times David even released me to make love after fucking but always cuffed me each time. After about round 5 of fucking it was 7.30am and David opened my handcuffs and congratulated me and told me having a shower. The smell in the room was thick with sweat, urine and sheer man fuck to most it might have smelled putrid but I inhaled deeply and found it intoxicating When I got off the bed I was like Bambi on ice as my legs were completely numb. David carried me to the shower where we washed together and made further love whilst fondling with each others cock and balls. David drove me back and dropped me near my house and told me he had a great night tormenting my holes and would add me to ‘the group chat’ in a few days. I asked him not to tell anyone on the team as we live in a small village where everyone knows each other and my parents are complete homophobes. He just smiled at me and said bye.

A few days later when I was going to training I walked into the changing where about 15 of the lads (including David) were in a corner watching something on David’s phone. When I entered they all stood up and started clapping and cheering and I was so confused and immediately began to blush and wondering what this was about. David showed me his phone and it was a video of me face down on the hotel covered in sweat and piss moaning Daddy bed cuffed to the bedpost being raw-dogged by David’s thick cock. I could have denied it was me only for the fact that I have a small love heart tattoo on my left ass cheek that I got on a drunken night out. I was mortified but also wondering as to why David showed them this and one of the lads must have read my mind because he assured me that David loves fucking gay, tight virgins and this made all the lads laugh. I said I wasn’t gay but they told me say that to David’s cum up my asshole. Long story short it turns out that David is openly bisexual as are a few others in the team and that most of the team already knew this. The lads assured me they would tell nobody outside the team and this eased my nerves but I have since been given the nickname ‘David’s bitch’ which I secretly like. Since then I have had many more sexual experiences with David and others and he has added me to a group chat with about 9 other hungry tops and submissive bottoms like me where I have had a few fun nights. I have also been made suck David and a few other of the Bisexual guys on the team cocks in the shower on front of the straight guys which I think is so hot. I do not feel an emotional attraction to guys as much as girls to this day but I definitely only want cock from now on so unsure what to do. I still think of myself as straight but I know that is definitely not the case.

I am sorry this story was so long for those of you who have gotten this far but I feel I just needed to get me know me and my story so far and I am happy to share more of my sexual experiences that will be straight to the point and filled with graphic details. Please feel free to DM me!!!!!

What lm about to relate is all true as l remember it as it happened…..

After Highh school l had worked with a bunch of guys that as kids growing up we knew all our friends we played sports everyone knew everyone.

While at work on a Monday whispering started to go around about our buddy Dwayne getting caught giving another of our passed out buddy’s a blow job when he woke up in the middle of it. Mike freaked out and before realizing what he had done told everyone still there that he had woke up and Dwayne was blowing him .

 To which comments of so are you 2 going steady now and laughter followed. Pissed off Mike stormed out and headed home. Now not normally would l have had any interest in the story but l knew Dwayne and there was something about him l couldn’t put my finger on it but he was cool and we got along better then just friends. We both liked the same bands music etc and always got along.

  I wasn’t sure whether to believe it or not but another of my buddy’s told us he thought Dwayne tried it on him once too. Now l was surprised but it was at the time when l thought oh well it wasn’t me he tried it on .

  Fast forward to about 3 weeks after this incident had occurred to a Friday after work about four of us headed to our friend John’s place have a few drinks and crash after work there was John Brad Dwayne and myself all passing around a few joints and having some beers shooting pool and throwing some darts .About 3 hours later our buddy Steve showed up completly trashed and crashed on the couchwhile  we all ended up chilling out and passing a few more joints as the beers got drank and everyone started crashing out. Brad left John went up to bed myself and Dwayne and Steve crashed downstairs in a half lit rec room for the night .

  I was trying my damdest to stay awake talking about bands concerts etc at which point l told Dwayne fuck it man lm going to sleep  pulled my sunglasses over my eyes pulled my hat found and slumped back in a recliner to which he said me too man catch you in the morning!

 I tried to make sounds like l was asleep watching the entire time  to see if Dwayne tried his tricks  when l seen him glance at me then Steve he got up walked past Steve bumping into his legs then a bit harder then harder then actually shaking his leg to see his response nothing but a mumbled groan came out of Steve’s lips.l

  I was excited heart racing as to what was going to happen Dwayne got down between Steve’s legs reaching up undoing his jeans unzipping them and tugging them down a bit as he pulled Steve’s half erect cock out and gave it a few strokes before putting it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the head. Steve moved a bit but didn’t say anything or wake up .

  I had a perfect view 8 feet from them as Dwayne slid his mouth up and down the length of Steve’s cock as l seen he was now fully erect Dwayne taking all of him in and not making a sound then back out to the head licking it then sliding him all the way back in l was so hard and excited l don’t know why but l was excited by what l was seeing and couldn’t take my eyes off them especially Dwaynes mouth.

 Low means escaping Steve you could tell he was enjoying it and Dwayne was skilled !! About 15 minutes of this was all it took Steve’s breathing was deeper louder and you could tell he was close Dwayne bobbing like crazy taking Steve all the way in and not stopping when l heard Steve grunt and Dwayne stop bobbing you could tell he was getting a load shot into his mouth Dwayne swallowing and swallowing he loved every drop!!

 I so badly wanted to say me next me next but l just sat there hard and close to cumming myself as Dwayne sucked him clean getting every drop he squeezed out the last few drops tucked Steve back in and zipped him up and went back to his chair slumped back and crashed .

  The next morning was a blur all l wanted to do was get home so l could jerk off thinking about what a had seen I have to admit l was turned on by what l had seen Dwayne do l thought l might put myself in the position of faked inebriation  to see if Dwayne would try  doing it to me!!!