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As we passed the obviously disappointed pool boy wishing he could join us, he grabbed his crotch in a last ditch effort and gave one last look as we entered the house and closed the sliding glass doors behind us.

Although we were getting better every day, we gimped our way upstairs and for the first time began playful stripping with little or no regard to our injuries, hell we were getting better, and we were back! I slowly guided Josh to the bed, gently pushed him down, pulling his shorts off revealing a very stiff, trying to escape cotton, stretching, man sized, bursting at the seams, dick, pointing straight at me. I then grabbed the waistband of those boxer briefs and hauled it over that bulge stretching the elastic to an extreme. I tossed his clothes to the floor and removed my shorts and briefs while my own dick flexed down and back up hitting my stomach in the process. Josh’s hands instinctively reached up grabbing my shaft as I began my decent onto his stomach with our dick and his hands squished between us, and my mouth began kissing his neck, and josh began manipulating our dicks the best he could eventually removing them and placing them on my ass cheeks gripping them hard while pulling my body into his. His fingers quickly found my hole as he wiggled his fingers around eventually opening it up, almost like a first time, my hole forced shut around his sunken knuckle. I worked down to his nipples as he moaned with pleasure as I combined washed, bit and played with them, I felt his dick get even harder as it seemingly pressed deeper into my skin sliding alongside my ever hardening dick. There were warm seminal fluids seeping from both as they aided in the slip sliding going on. While I worked his nipples and he worked my ass hole, and our dicks worked each other, we took pleasure and pride in the long moments that followed allowing ourselves to pleasure one another without making either one cum too quickly. Finally I stood pulled Josh to the edge of the bed, I took Josh’s dick in my mouth, I was on my knees, when Josh mentioned that image of the pool boy standing at the edge of our lounges with dick head in hand, I’m sure we were both thinking or wishing that pool boy was actually in the room with us. We both suddenly shot huge loads, almost in celebration, like poppers sending streamers up into the sky. Afterwards we both lay naked on each other in total comfort, Josh said “I guess you moved in huh”? I said “Yeah, I got a good offer, but you never officially asked me, your mom insisted on it”.

Just then the door bell rang and I put a towel around me, somewhat covering sweat and cum, and hurried down to see who it was, as Josh worked his way to the upstairs railing to check out who it might be, assuming it was a delivery or something. I opened the door and it was my mom and dad. Crap, as my surprised and obviously naked body wrapped in a towel mid day, answered the door. They looked up to Josh wearing a slightly open robe, that when I looked up, could see everything underneath. I asked my parents “What are you guys doing here”?, as I adjusted my towel, “Well this weekend is Memorial Day” (about a week sooner than Josh or I anticipated, since it fell early this year) “and Josh’s parents invited us for a big weekend party” my dad said, as I excused myself and hobbled back upstairs Naked ass showing through the towel slit, to Josh’s laughter. My intent was to get dressed or something as Josh blurted out “Come on in, your son still has some hang ups and I’m sure he didn’t mean to leave you standing out there on the porch”, I shrunk back in embarrassment, as I looked back at my dad laughing and mom turning beat red with embarrassment. Josh certainly didn’t have any hang ups about being naked with another guy, even in front of my parents.

We quickly dressed and headed down to greet my parents who already made themselves at home in the living room. My mom and dad first hugged me very tightly and gave me a kiss, then they progressed to Josh doing the same, even my dad gave Josh a big loving kiss as if welcoming him back to life, a certain shock to me. My parents said “Well it was supposed to be a surprise, and I guess it really was”, they took a Uber from Stewart airport which was closer than LaGuardia, Kennedy, or Newark airport, but even that was a half hour trip from Josh’s house. I questioned how long they were staying. They said their return flight was Tuesday afternoon. As we moved back out on the pool deck talking until Josh’s parents arrived home.

When Josh’s parents came home and they said “OH Surprise”, as soon as they saw my parents and us on the deck. We went out to dinner, that night as Josh’s dad explained all the details of the lawsuit to my parents who with us, for the first time actually put 2 and 2 together as to what it all meant. My parents were overly thankful to his parents for all they did to make the best we could out of this tragic accident and thank god we are recovering better than expected. As my dad jokingly said “Yeah from the looks of what we saw when we got here, it appears that everything must be working OK”, and my mom slapped his leg and turned her beat red shade again. Josh’s mom just said “They were used to it, and please accept them for who they are, I’ve never seen Josh so taken by a guy as much as Dave and you know how much we love him too”.

After dinner we went home and with our dads we looked the new cars over, I told dad to sell that piece of shit Honda and put it toward something better for mom to drive. He laughed at me and said “What the hell do you think that piece of shit is worth”? We went inside and Josh’s mom and mine were sitting out on the pool deck cabana with the heater going and they each had a drink in their hand, Josh’s dad got a drink and asked my dad what he wanted and he took a beer, Josh said “Me too” and his dad tossed him one, to my dad’s surprise, but he also threw me one too and just shook his head to my dad saying “ We let them drink a couple while they are home and are not going out, the 6 of us just sat until the early morning hours in the cool nighttime spring air, before all heading up to bed, Josh and I went into Josh’s room ahead of mom and dad who said nothing, as they continued into their guest room and Josh’s parents continuing to their huge bedroom suite, saying goodnight to each couple as they peeled off into their own rooms. I looked at josh saying “Crap can you believe that”? as he replied “I am so happy they can accept you, and more so they accept me, you know that accident probably changed a lot of their priorities for our good, but damn I wouldn’t do it again for a million years, once was enough” I agreed as we lay down and fell asleep, but not before Josh saying “hey you, we, never finished what we started this afternoon” and laughed.

We woke up Saturday to my mom making everyone a full big breakfast short order cook style, as I said “What the hell is going on here” and we all laughed, as mom said we can’t thank Josh’s mom and dad enough for taking you in, and they objected, saying it was them and me that helped them through all this.

The weekend was perfect, we hit the pool everyday topped off by a big picnic and pool party on Monday afternoon, at one point my dad pulled me aside and told me he envied me. And here I was wearing that same tight undersized beige Speedo in front of all our parents, neighbors and Josh’s relatives.

At one point the door bell rang and Josh was in the kitchen, as he yelled for me to please go get that. Assuming it was more family or friends I went inside and opened the door. “Holy Shit! What are you doing here”? It was Tommy. He said “Josh sent him a plane ticket and begged me to come, and here I am, he even sent a fuckin limo to pick me up at the airport”. Me naked except my Speedo, hugged him, he protested “Man, put some clothes on, and I thought they took all your bandages off at the hospital”. I pulled him inside, where he said “You really wearing that ball hammock in front of me, I mean it’s the same color as you, you look fuckin naked. Shit”! He said as he looked around look at Josh’s house, “Dave… there’s a god damn Marble statue fountain on a manicured postage stamp front lawn that’s better than the Springdale golf club, and how many flowers can these guys fit in a tiny space, and look at this room, what the fuck is this room”?  I answered “Um It’s a marble foyer”, “I see that and there’s a god damn piano in here”. LOL, “Tommy, and you want to know the best part, no one here even plays the piano, come on out to the pool, how long you here for”? “A week” he said. “Shit”! Dropping his suitcase in the foyer as we headed for the pool deck, Josh came over and asked if I liked my surprise, as my mom and dad came over and greeted Tommy. I asked Josh how he managed all this, as I had just talked to Tommy the other day, he said “It’s been set up for some time and since you haven’t really seen Tommy since the accident and the hospital and I figured you didn’t have many people here other than your parents that you really knew, that it would be nice for him to visit, were going to show him the town while he’s here, just remember payback is a bitch ha-ha”.

We all talked and Tommy changed into a pair of board shorts saying “Now this is a respectable bathing suit”, and went in the pool and, Josh’s mom set Tommy’s stuff up in (my old) guest room, Tommy gave me more shit about Josh and our matching beige Speedos and how they were practically see through especially when wet. After everyone went home and we were a little tipsy, Josh’s and my parents went to bed and Tommy, me and Josh hung out really being serious about life and how much we almost lost in so many different ways, it made us sober up fast. I was glad he was here and Josh was too, it’s the first real relaxed moment where life seemed to be heading back to normal, each day seemed to get better than the last.

We finally decided to turn in as my mom and dad were headed back home tomorrow, and we all wanted to see them off at the airport and enjoy the last few hours with them. We showed Tommy to (my old) guest room as mom and dad were in the other guest room, and Tommy of course asked “Where you guys sleeping”? Josh blurted out “Together, why you want to join? We can make room for you” “No Thank you, seeing you guys in those nut hammocks were more than enough for me, god I may not be able to sleep now”.

What’s Josh mean Payback is a Bitch, I wonder what’s in store for these guys

Somewhere distant, a bell was ringing.

I yawned, rubbed my eyes…and then remembered what dad had said, “The dishwasher repair guy will be here tomorrow at 9 AM sharp, Caleb. Make sure you’re awake, because we’ll both be at work.”

A blast of panic! I bolted upright and knocked over the bedside clock. Shit, 9:10! What a crappy way to start my first day of winter break. An unexpected blizzard on the highway, a flat, engine overheating, and now this. Shit!

The front doorbell rang again. Ok, show him the fuckin’ dishwasher, eat breakfast, and hit the shower.

With a whoop, I ran downstairs, not bothering to put on a bathrobe. Luckily, I’d slept in my boxers, so I wasn’t entirely indecent.

I threw open the front door, just as he’s halfway to his truck. “Sorry, man,” I yelled, running a hand through my messy hair. “Slept late.”

“Glad somebody’s home,” he boomed, moving past me into the foyer. “I hate missed calls.”

“Yeah. My folks would’ve killed me if I’d forgotten your appointment. Drove home from college last night, and the road trip took three hours. That goddamned blizzard didn’t help, not to mention a blown-out tire. A real bitch, ya know? Christ. I’m still sleepy.”

“Maine weather can bite you on the ass. My kids do love the snow. No school, and they have a jump start on Christmas vacation.”

“Yeah, snow days are groovy so close to winter break.”

“Where’s your machine?”

“Right this way.” I led him into our kitchen. “There you go. Mom said a connection’s loose or something. Whatever, man. You’re the expert.”

“We’ll see what’s ailin’ this bad boy.” He put his tool bag by the sink, and that’s when I was able to check him out. About 40, short, compact, and rugged. Italian, probably. Or Armenian. His forearms were tanned, and his stache met two sideburns peppered with gray.

“I dig your facial hair, man. Wish I could grow me a beard. All I have is peach fuzz.”

“You’d get sick of it soon enough. I gotta shave twice a day. That’s a pain.”

“Still, I’d like the option, ya know? Tried cultivatin’ a beard once. Got nuthin’.”

He set out wrenches and several washers. “How old are you, if you don’t mind my askin’?”

“18 last October. Graduated young.”

“18 and over six feet. Jacked, too. Hell, I’m only 5 feet 9, drippin’ wet. You play hoop?”

“In high school, but not at BU. I’m a lazy prick. Don’t do nuthin’ except party, go to classes occasionally, and lift.”

“Figured on the gym. I’ve been pumpin’ iron for years, ever since freshman football. Otherwise, at my age, I’d be fallin’ apart.”

“Yeah, I relate.”

“Somehow I doubt it, not at 18. Psst! Don’t look now, buddy, but your barn door’s open.”

“Huh? Whoops!” My boner was stickin’ out of my boxers. “Gee, sorry, man. Mornin’ wood. This is hella embarrassin’.” I quickly closed the flap.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. You’d be surprised at what I see on these early calls. At least you ain’t a half-naked housewife slouchin’ around. I’ve seen enough saggy boobs to last me a lifetime.”

“Haha! Ever take advantage of the situation?”

“Nah. But I tell ya, kid, if I had a monster dick like yours, who knows? I might take advantage, yeah.”

“Hope I didn’t shock you. Apologies if I did.”

“Nuthin’ shocks me anymore. My motto is, you got it, flaunt it, and kid, you definitely got it. Much respect.”

“Thanks. Uh, how old are you, if you don’t mind myasking.”

“49, next month. And I weigh the same as I did when I graduated high school. 200 on the dot, with abs.”

“Shit, bro, 49? And with abs? Cripes, I thought you were 40, tops. You’re in mind-blowing shape for a dude kissin’ 50.”

“Thanks. People are always gawkin’ at me at the gym. I’m like Sasquatch. Hairy to the max.”

“Fuckin’ primo. What I wouldn’t give for a hairy chest. My legs and armpits are bare. I shave my pubes, to even everything out.”

“I’m the exact opposite. Tried shavin’ once, about 20 years ago. Was murder growin’ back. Itched like a mofo.”

“Haha, I’ll bet! Dude, I so envy guys like you. A real man’s supposed to have fur.”

“Me, I prefer smooth and hairless. Better to see all the development, like that 6-pack you’re sportin’. Serious beef there, bub.”

“Ya think? Always room for improvement. My goal is to gain 10 more pounds by summer and hit 230. A killer tan, and I’ll be stylin’.”

“And you’re not puny in the salami department, either.”

“Just south of 9, believe it or not. My middle school soccer teammates actually called me Moose. The nickname stuck.”

He guffawed. “Oh, I believe it. Hey. I’m Jerry.”

“Caleb, aka Moose. Glad to meetcha.”

We shook hands, and my dick popped out again. What the hell, it didn’t matter. Jerry wolf-whistled. “Talk about weapons of mass destruction! You hidin’ a matchin’ pair of mooseballs in there, too?”

“Sure am, amigo. Low-hangers. Check it.” I dropped my shorts and tossed them into the sink.

“Nice.” Our eyes met, and something told me Jerry was up for just about anything. “Uh…you the only one home?” he asked, tentatively.

“Just us, my man. Just you and me and the fuckin’ dishwasher.”

“Sweet.”

“You want sweet? Try this on for size.” I bent over and spread my ass. “Cleaned and prepped for take-off. Not braggin’ or nuthin’, but I’m a catcher who rarely misses a pitch.”

Jerry scratched the stubble on his cheek and nodded. “Whoa. You should see mine. Hairy as a bear.”

“Cool. I wouldn’t mind seein’ that.”

“Heh. No kiddin’?”

“Damned straight.”

“This is kinda crazy.”

“Yeah, fun crazy.”

“Okay, kid, but I gotta warn ya, I’m hard as a baseball bat, right now.”

“Welcome to the club, bub. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”

“Let’s start with this.” He unzipped his fly and pulled out an impressive 7-inch slab of pepperoni, rising to salute the troops. “Whadaya say. Big enough tool to get the job done?”

“None too shabby. Now, how about that hairy ass?”

Laughing devilishly, Jerry turned, bent over, spread ‘em and gave me full view. My balls churned. This guy had it all.

“Dude, you are un-fucking-real.”

“Ain’t had no complaints. I should probably strip down, for the total picture.” He kicked off his work boots, and in a second, I was staring at the most gorgeous hunk of man I’d ever seen.

“Fuckin’ love your chest, Jer. Great pecs. Great shoulders, too.”

“Thanks. You know what?”

“What.”

“Too bad I gotta work on this machine,” he said, flexing a bicep. “Otherwise, you and me could, maybe we might even…”

“Fuck?” The word hung above us.

“If I ain’t presumin’.” He traced a finger around the head of my engorged cock. “Don’t wanna get caught or nuthin’, but I’m horny as hell and wouldn’t mind gettin’ it on.”

“Hey, man, the folks are at work until five. That gives us a coupla hours. Enough time to screw our fuckin’ brains out.”

“Hell, yeah. C’mon, Moose, let’s get our groove on,” and then we were goin’ at it like ravenous wolves. I pulled him onto me, feeling that hard body against mine, the brush of his chest hair, legs automatically intertwining…as if we’d done this a hundred times, not just once.

“Man, my bed’s way more comfortable than the kitchen table,” I laughed. “We can use motion lotion, too.”

“Well, what the fuck are we waitin’ for, Moose? Let’s do this right! Where’s your room?”

“Follow me, dude. Last one upstairs eats the other one out.”

“Either way, I win! Ready, set, go!”

We raced to my room. In the hallway, Jerry grabbed me by the hair, and our lips locked. His mouth tasted sweet and minty, like he’d just eaten a Tic-Tac. “Oh, yeah,” I grunted, leaning against the wall. “Keep pushin’ it, stud, and I’ll reward you with a healthy jizz facial, free of charge.”

“I’ll take whatever load you can pump out. Try me.”

“There’s the bed. Make yourself at home, big guy. Won’t be more than a second, so keep that johnson ready for action!”

“No problem there, Moose. Just get your ass in gear.”

I retrieved the Vaseline and galloped back, sliding the last few feet. Jerry was stretched out on my bed, leaning on one muscular arm. “Dive in, the water’s fine.”

“Think you can handle me?”

“Moosie, I’m gonna drain you fuckin’ dry.”

“Sounds like a threat.”

“Bitch, it’s a promise. C’mere and let me tongue-fuck your hole. Time for a home run.”

He knew his stuff, but so did I, and I was gonna fry every fuse that motherfucker had. When we twisted into a wild 69, it practically set off the smoke detectors.

“Lube my ass, kid, and use two fingers, third knuckle,” Jerry ordered.

“How’s this feel?” I fingered him, flicking in and out, a neat move I’d learned from watching porn.

“Ohhhh, yeahhhh. Let me fix you up.” He sucked my hog, then used Vaseline to get me slick. I fingered him deeper…deeper…

Bingo! Jerry gasped, and I knew nuthin’ was gonna stop us. I’ve had phenomenal guys, but this hunk was the ideal combination of muscle and old school masculinity.

He straddled my chest; I massaged his abs, his armor-plated pecs and dark mat of hair. What a fuckin’ turn-on! I’m usually composed in situations where I’m the star attraction, but I gotta admit, Jerry was callin’ these plays.

The bed creaked under our combined weight, the air thick with man musk. He lowered himself onto my pulsating piston, and I helped guide it home, moving upward, inch by agonizing inch. Before long, our two worlds collided.

Time to party!

Jer winked at me. “I’m gonna ride you like a goddamned bronco, so expect it rough,” he whispered, pinching my nipples. “You won’t have a drop of cum left in them mooseballs when I’m done.”

“Challenge accepted.”

We began fucking and found our rhythm. I rammed it home, again and again, a relentless barrage. He met every thrust, move for sweaty move, a true power bottom.

“You almost at the tipping point?” I grunted, goin’ deep.

“Oh, yeah, baby, only do it slower.”

“Fuckin’ awesome. It’s like I’m poppin’ your cherry.”

“How’s this for poppin’?”

He clenched his sphincter, and that was it. Fireworks went off behind my eyelids, spectacular colors of green and red and blue, edged in fire.

“Dude, dude, dude,” I kept mindlessly repeating. “You’re torturin’ me! Holy fuck, Jer, this is so fuckin’ intense! Damn! Get ready, get fuckin’ ready, muthafuckah!”

“Dump that load!” he snarled. “Slap them moose balls against my ass! Breed me like a fuckin’ slut!”

I pushed with everything I had, and Jerry pulled me even further inside. That was it, the winning hand. My nutsack constricted and let loose with a voluminous wave of rushing, pulsing love cream.

“Aaaargh! You’re the best, Jerry. Oh, God…uh, uh, uh…fuckin’ sweeeeet! Yeahhhhh, baby! I’m gonna…I’m gonna cuummm!”

Ka-pow!

The orgasm lasted over a full five excruciating minutes, I’m not shitting you. Usually when I unleash, it’s history in a matter of seconds, but not with Jerry. He was one outstanding piece of ass.

I was literally exhausted, but Jerry wanted more. He slid off my love pole and deep-throated that fucker, keeping me hard. It triggered a spark and fueled the fire…commence round two!

“You didn’t get off,” I said, surprised by the huskiness of my voice. “I gotta return the favor. Fair is fair.”

His smile widened. “Feel like blowin’ a few good tunes?”

Exactly what I’d been thinking. We faced each other on the bed–two opponents squaring off in a death match decided by pure lust. Our dicks were standing at attention, crossed swords, warrior against warrior.

“Fuck, yeah, Jer. I’m gonna make you shoot like a fuckin’ fire extinguisher.”

“Big talk. Stop flappin’ your lips and eat me raw.”

No encouragement necessary. I buried my face in his balls, cock and ass crack. Rimming is my specialty, formed by practice into an art, and Jerry responded like a connoisseur. I had him just where I wanted him; Caleb’s rules, Caleb’s arena.

It’s funny how we’re all basically built alike; we’re born with the same equipment…but guys like Jerry, mature, seasoned, obviously experienced, are exceptional. The overall package is simply breath-taking.

As I worshipped at the altar of his alpha-maleness, our psyches collided, melded and became one. He tousled my hair and bucked his hips, chest heaving.

“Uh, uh, aaahhhhhh, keep suckin’ that meat! Yeah, Moose, yeah, yeah. Don’t stop, baby. Ah…ahhhh. Almost there…! Almost fuckin’ there!”

If I’d had a thermometer and touched it to his junk, the mercury would’ve read “hot and steamy!”

One finger up Jerry’s load-drenched ass was like nuclear fission, and I steadied myself for the inevitable flood. Building…building…

“Oh, fuck, you’re killin’ me! Open wide, Moose, cause here I fuckin’ CUM!!!” and an ocean of man-spunk filled my gullet, washing over my tongue and down my throat. It reminded me of those nights spent camping out in the woods, when I sucked off my two cousins and made them bellow like bulls.

Once every salty drop had been savored, I crawled along Jerry’s magnificently hairy body, stopping at his chest, his biceps and his neck, ending with a passionate soul kiss.

“Ain’t happenin’,” he said, grabbing my chin. “This can’t be a one-time thing. Tell me it ain’t, Moose. You gotta.”

Yes, indeedy, we had ourselves a dilemma, no doubt. I didn’t want it to end, either, but practicality told me he’d have to repair the dishwasher, and we’d go on with our respective lives–him to his wife and kids and me to college and whatever adventures waited there.

“Jer, listen. You’re the hottest fuck I’ve ever had, bar none. But how can we make this work, long term?”

His expressive brown eyes bore into mine. “How about every time you’re home, we get it on? I’m local, and it would be a cinch to rent a motel room. Think of the summers! Beaches and sandpaper fucks and nights drinkin’ beers and suckin’ dick under the stars. That’s my idea of heaven. Ain’t it yours?”

“Awright, you convinced me. We’ll live the dream. Let’s swap spit to seal it.”

When I glanced up at my bedside clock again, it was 12:34. We’d been goin’ at it for over three fuckin’ hours!

“Well, I’d better tend to that machine,” Jerry sighed, sitting up. “Time is money.”

“Forget the repair job. Fix me. My pipe is leakin’.”

“Jesus, you’re a horny prick! I have five afternoon stops, Moose. It’s gonna be a long day.”

“What about the jizz in your chest hair?”

“I fuckin’ love it. It’s stayin’.”

“The wife won’t notice?”

“Nah, she ain’t even home. Gone to visit her mother and took the kids.”

“What? You mean to tell me you’ve got the whole fuckin’ house to yourself?”

It suddenly dawned on Jerry. “What was I thinkin’? They’re gonna be gone for three days!”

“Dude! Shit, I know where I’m bunkin’ tonight.”

“Hell, yeah. Better save up your load!”

So, our pact continued. Jerry and I have been meeting for years, and each new session tops the one before. He’s taught me life’s important lessons: the depth of a man’s soul, his capacity for love and affection, and most importantly, how to navigate a sexual journey that’s beyond description and apparently never-ending.

Moral of my story? When your dishwasher is on the fritz, call in a professional. You won’t regret it!

“Damn, another date down the drain. Thanks to the damned fuckin’ book that Donnelly character wrote.” A very frustrated Liam Sterling slammed his apartment door.

“Whoah, watch the pictures, bro.” Davis Bourne said as he stuck his head out of his bedroom door to see what shook the walls. Not that anything disastrous had to happen, the apartment the two friends shared had walls paper-thin.

When he looked at his best friend, Liam couldn’t stop himself from doubling over with laughter. The sight of Davis’s hair all askew and covered with hair dye was just too much for the five-foot-ten twenty-year-old. His curly shoulder-length blonde hair shook back and forth and surrounded Liam’s head like a lion’s mane.

Davis shook his head and giggled while pointing at his counterpart. “You’re one to talk, Simba.” The six-foot-two man’s body quivered as he heartily laughed. His natural hair color is a drab brown, so he uses blonde tones to lighten it and give it some life. “So, why the slammed door, Li?”

Liam went to the fridge, grabbed a Bud Lite, then flopped on the couch. “What else, that damned book. Everyone who even thinks about dating me swears they’re going out with the serial killer. It sucks.” Liam hung his head and laid his head back on the cushion.

“Bro, didn’t you go see the lawyer I suggested? What about the police?” Davis asked as he got a beer and joined his friend on the sofa. Trying to get his mind off his troubled love life, the dye-covered man turned on the TV.

“All they said was since there was no connection between myself and Carter Donnelly, there’s nothing that they can do. They also pointed out the clause in every book about the resemblance between the characters and anyone living or dead is accidental.” Liam sighed and closed his eyes.

“What about contacting him or his publisher?” Davis sipped on his beer and gently kneaded his fingers just above his friend’s knee cap. He giggled when Liam squealed and started writhing in an attempt to pull his knee away.

“You know that tickles, D.” Liam protested between his giggling. Both men had always been very ticklish, and they had a love for exploiting that physical trait in each other. It was part of their brotherly bond. “I’ve been trying, but no luck. All I get is the same runaround. All I can hope for is all this killer hype will die down soon.” Liam shook his head and deeply sighed in frustration. Suddenly, a picture caught his eye. “Hey, D, that’s him. That’s Carter Donnelly. Turn this up, will you, bro?”

Davis nodded and picked up the remote, increasing the volume.

“Carter, your book is phenomenal, and the serial killer, phew, what a character. How’d you ever come up with such a realistic deranged individual?”

The brunet chuckled. “It’s all in my imagination Leo, and thank you for the compliment. I never know how a book is going to be received. This one was my very first bestseller.” The author turned and faced the camera, then smiled.

“We received questions from your readers. Are you up to answering some of them?” The reporter reached into a bowl full of index cards and swirled his hand around in them.

“Oh, of course, I love answering questions. Fire away.” Carter giggled as he formed a gun with his index finger and thumb and fired it.

“Okay, first one.” Leo cleared his throat. “This question comes from Jason, in Florida. Carter, you always look so handsome on your dustjackets. What are your height and weight?”

“Thanks for the question, Jason, and the compliment. “I currently am five-foot-eleven and weigh one hundred and eighty pounds.” The bright smile Carter gave under the studio lights made his teeth so bright a person needed sunglasses to look at him.

“You are a tall guy, aren’t you?” Leo reflexively licked his lips. “Umm, sorry for that.” The reporter nervously chuckled and adjusted his shirt collar. “Next question is from Danny, in Colorado. “Carter, your books have an amazing mixture of excitement and sensual fetishes. I’ve been wondering, what size are your feet?”
“Danny, that’s a very tame question. I’m so glad you enjoy my stories.” Carter giggled and flexed his toes inside his shoes. “My feet are eleven and a half.”

Liam shook his head. “D, it’s a shame his character is so much like me, even down to the ticklish spots. He’s a likable guy and very accomodating to interesting questions.” The blonde squeaked and giggled when Davis’s finger lightly tickled his side above his hip. “Dav…” Liam squealed and wriggled beside his best friend. “You should go tickle him.” He said as he pointed at the screen. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He asked, then giggled when he saw the questioning look on Davis’s face. “Apparently, not.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked before jumping up off the sofa. “Oh, fuck, my hair.” Davis cried as he ran for the bathroom in his room with Liam’s laughter ringing in his ears. He flipped his friend the bird just before closing the door.

Liam composed himself and walked into Davis’s bathroom. He put the toilet seat down and planted himself on it as his friend showered. “What if we go to his hotel room and talk with him. If he’s unwilling to listen to my plight, then we can see if Carter Donnelly’s ticklish, and that’s how I can get some compensation.”

Davis’s head popped out around the shower curtain. “Are you insane, Liam? That’s crazy.” He muttered something under his breath.

“Well, do you have another idea? This way, we can all have some fun and laughs.”

“And, what if he’s not ticklish?”

“We can figure something else out.” Liam chuckled and went back into the living room. He got there just in time for the end of the interview.

“I think we have time for one last question. Let’s see if we can make it a fun one.” Leo took an extra few seconds to search in the bowl. Finally, he pulled one out. He chuckled when he looked at it. “This is definitely a fun question.” He paused and cleared his throat. “It’s from Jerry, in Utah. Carter, you’ve got the cutest smile. Are you ticklish?” Leo gazed at his interview subject and smirked.

Carter discreetly shifted in his chair, then softly giggled and blushed.

“Well, are you ticklish? Since it’s out there, I’m rather curious about that myself.” The reporter boyishly giggled.

“Holy fuckin’ shit. I can’t believe someone asked that.” Liam said as he sat on the edge of the sofa.

“Jerry, you are amazing for asking that.” Carter giggled, and his toes flexed inside his shoes. “I am very ticklish, and it’s one of my interests. I love tickling other guys and getting tickled. That’s why it’s an element of my stories.”

Leo smiled, then reached over and kneaded his fingers between Carter’s ribs. The studio filled with the brunet’s hyena-like laughter. The twenty-two-year-old wriggled and twisted in his chair as he tried to block his sensitive area. “Well, I’d say you are very ticklish, Carter.”

“Gee, ya think, Leo?” The author responded after he’d recovered from the sneak tickle attack.

“Jackpot,” Liam said to himself as he licked his plump, pink lips.

“Carter Donnelly fans, don’t forget, your favorite author’s going to be hosting a book signing party at the hotel he’s staying at here in the Big Apple.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing everyone who shows up and giving them a big thank you for the support.”

“Thank you for coming on this evening. Carter, it’s been a pleasure getting to know the author behind the book.”

“Thank you for having me, Leo.” The men smiled and ended the segment with a handshake and a hug.

Liam shut the TV off, walked into the kitchen, threw away his and Davis’s beer bottles, and turned the lights out. Then he went to his bedroom, got undressed, and in his superman boxer/briefs, the twenty-year-old walked into Davis’s room. He set his alarm, pulled off his grey tank top, then sat on the bed, and toed off his slippers, then slipped down his underwear and laid down with the covers pulled over him. Liam closed his eyes and was asleep in minutes.

Davis came out of the bathroom and chuckled as he shook his head. The gentle giant smiled, leaned down, and kissed Liam’s forehead as he softly snored. “Good night ‘Lil bro I love you, Liam.” He closed the door, climbed into bed, pulled the covers over him, and wrapped his arm around his slumbering Liam.

“Holy shit, Carter got tickled on TV?” Davis asked as Liam poured himself and his friend a second cup of coffee. “Dude, that’s hot as fuck.”

Liam giggled. “I know, so, are you with me?” The blonde asked after he’d sat down and taken a sip of coffee. He grinned, then reached under the table grabbed hold of Davis’s leg. Liam pulled the toned appendage into his lap, trapping it between his knees. The mischief-filled young man’s fingers danced and stroked along the soft size twelve bare soles.

Davis’s squeals and boyish giggles spilled from his lips as he tried getting his ticklish foot out of Liam’s grip. “Li, not my foot. Please…” His toes scrunched, and his soles wrinkled as his foot flexed and tried to avoid the fingers.

“You could always say no, but I might have to get some ticklish compensation from you as well as Carter.” The blonde chuckled and pulled his friend’s toes back. His fingernail lightly scratched each of the toe bases.

The toe tickling made Davis crazy. His laughter’s volume rose so did his pitch. The young man’s fists pounded the table. “Okay, I’m in. I’m in. I was always going to help you.” The brunet panted and accepted the hug he received.

“Thanks, D. I love you. It will be fun tickling this guy. I mean, other than making his serial killer look and seem like me, he is pretty cute, and we do love his books.”

With a smirk, Davis pulled Liam onto his lap. He pinned the blonde’s body against his and launched a counter tickle attack. The twenty-year-old shrieked and writhed in his hold as he devastated the ticklish sides and ribs.

“Damn, that was a long and grueling signing.” Carter thought to himself as he exited the elevator and walked down the dimly lit hallway. Despite the fact he loved them and meeting the fans face to face. Book signings always took a lot out of the author. The brown-eyed man stretched and yawned as he got closer to his room door. Carter slid his key in the lock and pushed open the door. Before he could enter the posh hotel room, a hand covered his mouth, and a strong arm wrapped itself around his midsection. Fear and anxiety reigned the young man’s emotions while struggling against his attacker. Carter wasn’t what you’d consider a real strong man, physically speaking, but he wasn’t a slouch either. He did work out regularly and watched his diet.

“Make it easy on yourself and come along quietly.” The gruff voice instructed. Under his mask, Davis was smiling like the Chesire Cat and was having a blast. He very slightly wiggled his fingers that pressed against Carter’s side.

A muffled yelp and boyish giggles came from the author’s hand-gagged mouth. His body jerked and squirmed as he tried escaping both the attacker and the tickling. Carter’s feet repeatedly hit the floor. Another yelp escaped the brunet’s lips as his body got hefted over the masked man’s shoulder. It surprised the author when his assailant had no trouble lifting him. He squirmed and tried to hit and kick the bigger man. However, all that got him was a smack on his ass and the back of his knees tickled. Instantly, Carter blushed as he giggled like a little boy and squirmed.

Davis chuckled and entered the room. He set his captive on the bed and pulled some leather cuffs from behind the bedposts. He was about to reach for Carter’s arm when he got pushed to the floor, and the author made a run for the door. The brunet reached out and hooked the retreating man’s ankle, causing him to fall on the carpet. Davis moved quickly and relieved the struggling young man of his shoes.

“Hey, don’t take my shoes off. What do you want from me?” Carter asked as he continued trying to free his trapped shoeless, sock-clad feet.

“You’ll see soon enough, Carter.” Davis chuckled and tickled the author’s toes through the thin black argyle socks.

“If this is about…” Carter’s sentence stopped, and his words got replaced with his boyish squeals and giggles. “Please, not the toes. I’m very ticklish on my toes.” The author tried pleading as he squirmed and wriggled. The thin material made the toe tickles worse.

Davis smiled and lightly strummed his fingernails up and down the squirmy upturned arches. His captive’s shrill shrieks rang through the lavish room as his fists pounded the floor. The tickler sighed, knowing he’d had enough fun. He picked the writer up off the floor, carried him to the bed, and this time tied him spreadeagled to the bed. “Have a good night with your playmate, Carter.” Davis giggled and gave the author one last tickling on his sock-clad feet. He left the room filled with boisterous laughter.

Not a minute after Davis left, Liam came in. Unlike his friend, the blonde wanted the author to see his face. “I see my associate made sure you remained unharmed, Carter.” He chuckled as he approached the struggling author.

“Who are you, and why have you tied me to the bed?” Carter was too busy struggling to notice the speaker’s facial features.

“If you’d stop struggling and look at me, maybe you’d get a clue,” Liam growled as he narrowed his eyes and tried his best to look menacing.

Carter did stop struggling and took a good look at his visitor. An audible gasp escaped the young man’s lips. “Holy, Fuckin’ Doppelganger.” He gulped. “Whoa, I’ve heard of super and obsessed fans, but isn’t this a bit much?”

Liam couldn’t believe his ears. Everything inside him wanted to lash out at the clueless creative man, but he didn’t want to hurt him. Instead, he sat at Carter’s helpless sock-clad feet. The blonde laid his arm over the victim’s ankles to keep them from moving.

“What are you doing? Get off my feeeetttt.” Shrill, high-pitched screeches erupted from the ticklish writer as his sensitive soles got tickled. “Shit, that’s torture. Please, not the hairbrush…” Carter screamed with wild laughter as his relentless tickler quickly reduced him to ticklish dust.

“I’m a fan of your work, but this is my natural look. Your serial killer is a replica of me, even down to my tickle spots and how ticklish they are. I don’t know how you did that, but you did.” Liam’s eyes gleamed with happiness as he took his frustration out on the bane of his dating existence. “Because of your killer, I can’t even get a date. Guys have looked at me, turned around, and walked away.” Liam calmed down as his tears started falling down his cheeks. “This totally sucks, and I’ve tried getting some legal help or advice going to the police, and all I get is there’s nothing they can do. All because of the disclaimer of any resemblance being accidental.” Liam’s resolve broke. He tried to be angry and take revenge on the author, but his loving nature and the desire to be loved wouldn’t let him.

Carter quickly came to his senses. “Hey, we can talk about this. Please, untie me and see what we can come up with together. I promise I won’t hurt you or turn you in. To be honest, I’ve been having a blast. You and your friend haven’t tried to hurt me at all.” He smiled when he saw his captor nod, and the minute Carter was released, he took the shorter blonde man into his arms and wrapped him in a bear hug. The blonde clung to him and let his tears dampen his shirt. “Shh, it’s okay, baby boy. I’m so sorry my villain caused you this much anguish. What’s your name?”

“L…Liam.” He said between his sobs as he laid his head on Carter’s shoulder. The twenty-year-old was surprised at how comfortable the author felt and how protected he felt in his arms.

Carter’s eyes welled with tears as he held the blonde man in his arms. It broke his heart that his creation caused this beautiful man so much heartache. “Liam, what can I do to make you feel compensated for the pain and suffering my book has caused?”

“Honestly? I have no idea. I really thought trapping and tickling you senseless would make me feel better, but I’m not that type of person. I’m a lover, not a grudge holder. I know you didn’t do anything to upset my life on purpose. I’ll understand if you hate me or want to have me arrested. Only please don’t go after my best friend, prosecute me.” Liam broke down again this time, Carter’s finger, gently lifted his head.

“Liam, I’m not going to have you arrested or hate you. Umm, this may not be the right time or place, but I like you. I told you before this has been fun once I got past the initial shock.” The author paused, then lightly ran his thumb across Liam’s soft lips.

Liam slowly opened his eyes and gazed into Carter’s quivering brown eyes. “Carter, are you…” He couldn’t finish his sentence because his tongue was having a playful battle with Carter’s tongue. The two young men wrapped their arms around one another as the passion between them started rising. Finally, the need for oxygen forced the twenty-something-year-old men apart. “Holy Master Of Kissing, Carter.” Liam’s comment caused both of them to crack up with laughter.

“So, the man can smile. Now, you know my weakness, and I think I need to even the playing field.” Carter licked his lips and straddled Liam’s legs.

The blonde giggled and squirmed. “Now, Carter, let’s not be too hasty in our…” The room quickly filled with Liam’s wild laughter and shrieks. “Carter, no fair…” The young man protested as the brunet pinned his arms above his head. He squealed and rolled side to side as much as he could when the bigger man leaned down and began blowing raspberries on his vulnerable pits and then his stomach.

Carter giggled. “Someone’s just as ticklish as me.” He let Liam’s wrists go and pulled the other man’s body against him. “Liam, this is the last leg of my book signing tour. I’d be honored if we could get together when I get back next week and go for our first date.” The author paused and held his breath for the answer.

“Carter, if you’re asking just because of the book. Please, don’t, I had no right to try taking revenge on you.”

‘Liam, I am a lot of things, disingenuous and heartless I’m not. I’d never ask someone out just because of my actions, no matter how bad they might be. Kyle Lane is my idea of the perfect man, appearance-wise. I am hoping you’ll give a relationship with me a fighting chance.”

Liam chewed his lower lip and mulled what Carter said in his head. After another couple of minutes, he got up, retrieved his phone, and hit speed dial number two.

“Yo! Is everything okay? Is he a babbling mess?” Davis’s voice asked through the connection.

“Not exactly. I couldn’t go through with it, D. Umm, I’m staying with Carter tonight, and when he gets back in town next week, we’re going for our first date.”

“What the fuck? I’m getting details in the morning.”

Liam and Carter were laughing like hyenas at the other man’s comment.

“Hey, Carter, you hurt my boy on purpose, and I’m gonna make sure you spend at least five hours doing nothing but laughing as I tickle the shit out of you.”

“D, if that’s a threat, bring it on. But, don’t worry, I have no plans of hurting this beautiful man. I’m looking forward to learning everything about him.”

“Liam’s most ticklish spot…”

“Gee, the signal must’ve gotten lost. Damn cell phones.” Liam cackled as he got tackled on the bed. Carter removed his shoes and tickled the blonde man’s sock-clad feet till he pulled the socks off.

André just turned 18. He lives in a rural area near the Canada-USA border, not far from Windsor-Detroit. His family has been into cattle farming for over five generations. His father owns land for grazing and for growing feed crops. André has three sisters but no brothers. Tall and slim, brown hair and chestnut eyes, he is always seen wearing tight faded blue jeans that clearly underline a huge package. The neighbour’s son, Germain, 21, is the hired hand. He is muscular-built, has dirty blond hair and deep blue eyes; he wears overalls that firmly hold his massive butt.

On André’s birthday, his father told him that he could now get his driver’s licence, and that he could vote in the next election. “If you don’t know which candidate to support, just ask for my advice”, he added. But no word on the fact that he could have legal sex or on what fucking is all about. Probably because André constantly sees bulls and cows in action, and they’re not much different than humans, according to his dad. Except that the “buller syndrome” did not come up in the conversation.

Bulls frequently display male-male mounts. This behavior is known as the “buller syndrome” when it appears in steers, with several individuals mounting one or a few penmates. In the terminology used to describe the sex and age of cattle, the male is first a calf and if left intact becomes a bull; if castrated, he becomes a steer and about two or three years later grows to an ox. Steer, also called bullock, are young neutered male cattle primarily raised for beef.

Even before becoming a teenager, André had milked cows with a machine. When washing their four teats, he often had the feeling of playing with four flaccid cocks, but knowing that if he squeezed them properly, they would get hard and milk would shoot out like sperm. The calves sucking their mom’s teat gives him an idea: he pulls down his jeans, takes out his 8-inch hard dick and offers it to a young calf eager to suck it until ropes of creamy nectar spurt out. One day, Germain sees how André is getting milked and how he enjoys it.

“Great way to get your rocks off, hey André?”

“Oh, didn’t know you were still around, Germain.”

“I’ve done that many times, but I can teach you a better way.”

“Do you mean that you want to milk me, to suck my cock?”

“Damn right, it’s mighty big and I’m mighty hungry!”

On that note, Germain puts his right hand on André’s hard dick and his left arm around the boy’s lower neck, drawing him tightly for a deep tongue kiss. They then move to a stack of fresh hay, and get rid of their jeans or overalls. They examine each other’s naked beauty for the first time. André is impressed by Germain’s full hairy body and luscious ass. The hired hand revels over the size of the farmer’s son’s jewels. He kneels to lick the mushroom of the cut boner, slurping down the shaft to reach the tight ball sack, chewing it with frenzy. André moans ferociously. He has been sucked by a few guys before, but always a quickie in a back alley.

The best cock-sucking is about to unfold. Germain positions himself for a 69, a new sexual choreography for André, who learns quickly by following the steps of his suck buddy. Like two calves feeding oh their mother’s teats, they quickly come to a climax and explode loads of jizz in each other’s throat. Germain doesn’t swallow André’s entire man juice; he keeps some in his mouth for a snowball kiss. Another first for the teenager!

Now that the hired hand and the farmer’s boy are on the same sexual wavelength, they obviously meet more often, work closely, and sometimes dine together after having milked the cows (and themselves, of course). André’s mother notices how they get along well and agrees that her son can go to Germain’s place for a sleep-over … as long as the cows are milked on time in the morning.

André’s father is taciturn, reserved, not at all inclined to express feelings of tenderness, but also a keen observer. He is not without noticing that his son attaches himself more to the employee than to a girlfriend. André and Germain both act in a very masculine way, so not to give any hint about their “special relationship”. Just as the father begins to think that his son might be a sissy, he has a car accident and is hospitalized, in a coma for almost three months, until his death. Germain and André look after all the chores on the farm. The widow asks Germain if he would like to move in the newly furnished basement, making it easier to help André with his new responsibilities. He gladly accepts. And since André’s bedroom is a bit small, the teenager gradually comes to live downstairs with his lover.

As mentioned earlier, Germain has a massive ass. He’s hairy all over, including in the crack. That arouses André like a bull in heat. He has fucked him so many times, bareback because they have a monogamous relationship. Germain loves to get pounded hard and deep, to feel all eight inches of his lover’s rod in his fuck chute. As for André, he is so pleased that his soul mate is the one who gets to deflower him. The small size of Germain’s tool is of no importance. It’s the hired hand’s doigté that counts and makes him enjoy a wild raw fuck. Germain even gets to piss in André’s trunk, making him discover the joys of a golden shower.

Kissing Germain’s butt is André’s way of saying goodnight. It’s also the opportunity to learn more about eating a man’s arse. The farm boy is so impressed by the hired hand’s sexual expertise. Germain trains his lover to first indulge in foreplay: “Sniff the male aroma of my large rump roast, caress, slap, kiss and bite my massive offering, gradually lick my large deep crack up and down, use your teeth to pull on my hairy springs, slowly tickle my hole with your lips and, then start tongue-twisting your way inside, like you were pricking a ham with cloves of garlic.” (I just invented the garlic prick metaphor; it makes the ass hole tastier, don’t you agree?)

André and Germain ended up in sealing their union with a same-sex marriage (legalized by the federal Liberal government of Paul Martin in 2005). Canada became the fourth country to permit same-sex marriages, after the Netherlands (2000), Belgium (2003) and Spain (2005). Since then, all provinces in Canada have recognized same-sex marriages.

Allan

Bo and I have been best friends since the fifth grade. We’ve had sleepovers at each other’s houses pretty much every weekend for eight years now. We alternate houses each weekend and right now, it’s my turn. Which is good because we have a party to go to. Bo and I are not big party guys – we don’t usually get invited, but tonight is different. We are not jocks by any stretch and we never really fit in most of the other guys in our class, but tonight, it was Mindy who invited us.

Parties aren’t the only events that have been absent from our high school experience; dances, drinking and sex have all been missing too. Not that we want to get drunk tonight, but we’d at least like to have our first beer. It would be nice to check that item of the list before we leave for college in a few months. It’s April of senior year and we are still virgins. We cruised past our eighteenth birthdays months ago with our V-Cards unswiped. Graduation is just weeks away and time is running out if our first lay is to be as high school students.

Bo and I look like exactly kind of guys who would not get lucky while still in high school. We’re still hoping that looks can be deceiving.

Tonight’s party is at Mindy’s house. I have had a crush on her for four years, but I didn’t think she even knew I existed before she personally invited me to tonight’s festivities a few days ago. Her best friend is Lizzie, who happens to be the object of Bo’s desires. And Mindy’s house is only three blocks away from my house. Walking distance. And being eighteen-year-old adults, we have no curfew tonight.

Bo stands next to me as I look in the mirror smearing goop in my hair. “What? I want to look good.”

He sticks an elbow in my ribs and I yelp.

We’re both wearing jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. Neither of us want to look like we’re trying too hard.

Bo says, “So, you’re not worried about tonight at all?”

I say, “I have plenty of condoms to share.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what?”

“This a party full of football asshole jocks. Why exactly are we going?”

I sigh, “I already told you all of this. These guys don’t know us. Mindy’s parents are out of town and she’s having a party. She invited us. She’s in our class and so are her friends. Her brother Rex is junior. The footballers at the party tonight are all juniors and friends. They won’t be paying any attention to us or us to them. It’s perfect.”

“What about…you know…The Virgin Hunt.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Ask Matt and Dan from last year. They’re pretty sure it was real.”

“No one knows we’re virgins.”

“Allan, everyone who attends that school who hasn’t had sex with us knows we’re virgins.”

Now I stick him with an elbow. “The Virgin Hunt is just urban legend.”

The rarely spoken of story is that toward the end of every school year, the seniors on the football team give the names of two virgins from the senior class to the junior football players. It’s up to the juniors to figure out a way un-virgin-ate these two guys. Like, if it were real and we were the targets at tonight’s party, then we would enter the party as virgins and walk out…deflowered.

I say to Bo, “I don’t believe they actually do it.”

“Allan, they do. It’s like with junior boys’ swim team. Every year one night in January when it’s freezing outside, they have to spend an evening walking around in every store on Main Street wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops and a pair of speedos. The senior swimmers make them do it.”

“This isn’t the swim team. I think the juniors are probably pretty nice guys. Look, we’re seniors. To them, we’re the cool guys.”

“Right.”

“No, we are. Graduating and going off to college. They don’t know us.”

“They’re gonna know us before tonight’s over.”

“We’re not going for them. We’re partying with the senior girls, not the junior boys. And besides, even if you’re right. How awesome would that be? It’s their job to help us to lose our virginities. And consider the girls who will be there. What have we got to lose? Literally, we can only lose the one thing that we both want to lose. What could go wrong?”

Bo-

Yeah. What could go wrong? I’m afraid a lot can. Allan is too tunnel visioned on Mindy to realize the potential for disaster. If I was guaranteed private quality alone time with Lizzie, then I’d be all in. I am just afraid that tonight is not going to go exactly as Allan thinks it will.

He’s finally done mucking around with his hair. It’s 8:00. If we leave now, we’ll be ten minutes fashionably late.

Our Friday nights usually consist of video games and pizza. Every Friday for eight years. The only variable is whose house we’re at. Maybe Allan’s right. I guess no matter what happens tonight it’ll be more fun than the typical old routine.

It’s unusually hot and humid for late April in Houston. Allan and I both showered after school before I came over to his house and this sticky three block walk feels a little like another shower. Maybe I should have put on a second layer of deodorant.

I look over at my best friend. I hope this works out. We both deserve it. Just because we’re not popular jocks doesn’t mean any girl wouldn’t be lucky to have us. Barf. I sound like my mom. But in truth, we’re both smart, funny and decent looking guys – regardless of the ridiculous goop in his hair. Allan has brown hair, green eyes and at 5’10”, he’s one inch taller than me. I have dirty blond hair and brown eyes. I think we’re above average, but that could be just me.

We make it to Mindy’s house and it seems like we’re the last to arrive. I am relieved when everything appears to be pretty subdued. There’s no ground shaking music rattling the windows. There are red solo cups around, but no one’s acting crazy. No one’s drunk. People seem to be chill and just hanging out.

It’s Mindy and Lizzie who greet us at the door. Allan looks like he’s about to burst. Lizzie smiles at me and my cheeks flush.

But then I feel two big strong hands clamp down on my shoulders. It’s Kevin (I don’t know his last name), Rex’s best friend. He says, “Bo! Allan! It’s good to see you! Follow me. The guys are downstairs.”

“I think we’re gonna hang out up here with the other seniors,” I say.

Rex materializes in front of us, handing us each a full red cup. He says, “All the seniors are my sister’s friends. Girls. That’s not how these parties work. We’ll mix things up with boys and girls later on. For now, it’s girl talk and gossip upstairs, and guy fun downstairs.”

Allan says, “Oh.” He looks at me and shrugs. “I guess it’s guy fun.”

We each take our first ever sips of beer. His expression looks like mine feels. I didn’t expect to love it, but it’s way acrider than I thought it would be. If we’re gonna be hanging out with these junior guys for a while, I need to at least pretend to like this shit. Maybe as I keep drinking, I’ll get used to it.

I glance at Allan as we make our way down the basement stairs. He whispers, “We just need to be cool and hang out with the guys for a few hours, then – it’s Mindy and Lizzie time.”

The bottom of the stairs reveals a large, finished basement. There are a couple couches and recliners, two big-screen tv’s that are both off, and quiet music playing from a Bluetooth speaker. It’s mostly just a bunch of guys in small clusters talking. There are maybe a dozen of them. Again, they are all juniors and I don’t know any of them.

Rex announces to his friends, “The big men are here!”

Everyone laughs. It’s funny because we might be the oldest and the only seniors, but physically, we’re more like middle-schoolers compared to these beefy football jocks.

Kevin raises his cup and everyone else follows suit, “To the seniors!” Everyone takes a gulp.

Are we all drinking the same thing? I’m on my fifth sip at this point and it is becoming ever so slightly more tolerable. Allan’s seems to be ¾ of the way gone already. I start glugging to catch up.

Allan

Rex almost whispers to me, “So, you like my sister, huh?”

I feel my face turn as red as the cup in my hand. “Uh, yeah.”

Speaking of my cup, it’s empty now and somehow a new, full one materializes in my hand.

Rex says, “No worries. It’s cool. As long as you pass my test, I won’t stand in your way.”

I laugh, but he doesn’t. I figured he was joking. “What kind of test?”

“She went out with Eric for a year. She got hurt. I don’t want her to get hurt again.”

I swallow more astringent beer, “Isn’t he your teammate?”

“He’s also an asshole.”

I laugh again because he is. “I was glad when they broke up a couple weeks ago.”

Rex asks, “You’ve had a crush on Mindy for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Four years.” Why did I say that? That was dumb. It’s like my filter was turned off somehow.

He guides me over to one side of the room, a little away from where Bo, Kevin and a few other guys are talking.

He says, “The test is no big deal. It basically just me getting to know you a little. But you have to be honest with me. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

 I nod.

John and Nadir have joined us. John starts talking about his date last weekend with Kelly and how they made out in the backseat of his car for like an hour after the movie they had gone to. As he tells his story, I can’t help but notice that my crotch is firming up. Why is this happening? The details were not particularly graphic and there were no visual aids.

Rex shoulder bumps me and asks, “How many girls have you dated.”

With zero hesitation I say, “None.” What the fuck is my problem? He said not to lie, but I could have made that sound a lot less pathetic.

Nadir pats my butt, then slides his hand up my back, “He’s too much of a stud to get tied down. He doesn’t need to date anyone. How many chicks have you scored with?”

“I’m still a virgin.” Oh my god! Is there truth serum in the beer? What kind of idiot am I?

John says, “No way, dude.” He puts his arm around me squeezed my shoulder and gropes his way down my bicep. “You’re a good-looking guy. Who wouldn’t want to hook up with this?”

“Please. I’m nothing to look at. I’m no athlete like you guys.”

Nadir, with his hand now rubbing circles into my back says, “Maybe he has hooked up plenty. You only asked about girls.”

My face flushes and for some unknown reason, my crotch stiffens even more. “I’ve never been with a guy either.” At least my missing filter didn’t embarrass me this time.

John says, “Ever? Everybody has some degree of bi-curiosity. Don’t you do sleepovers with Bo every week?”

“Yeah, and not that there’s anything wrong with that, but we’re not gay. Or bi. We’re just best friends.”

Rex asks, “On your sleepovers, do you two share the same bed?”

“Yeah.” Dammit! What’s wrong with me!

John says, “You could be bi and not know it. Maybe we’ll find out during the Gay Test.”

“The Gay Test?” I ask.

Rex shoots John a dirty look, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One step at a time. Back to your looks, believe me, Allan. Not every girl, or guy, gives a shit about muscles or working out or being a jock.”

John still has his hand on my bicep and he give a gentle squeeze. “You must work out some?”

These guys all look like professional bodybuilders and I’m a twig. I say, “Not at all.” It’s like my mouth and my brain have no connection.

Rex says, “Lets see.” He reaches over and lifts my shirt, revealing my thin but muscle-free belly. None of them laugh, but they all smirk. “Well, if you do workout, you definitely don’t spend time on crunches or sit-ups. You’re not exactly rocking the sixpack abs there.”

John says, “You have the tummy of a ten-year-old. But that’s okay. Your little innie belly button is really cute.”

Nadir says, “You said you’re no athlete. You know what? You don’t have to be, but I think it’s time to take your measurements.”

What the hell does that mean. Rex pulls a cloth tape measure out of his back pocket and suddenly the four of us are having our biceps measured. He also has a clipboard that came from who knows where and he records our stats. He announces the results, “So, with no flexing, John is 19 inches, I am 18 inches, Nadir is 17 inches and Allan is 11 inches.”

I have no idea what average is, but these guys are all way over average.

Nadir says, “Rex said not all girls prefer muscles. Let’s find out.” He takes off his shirt and so does John. Wow. There is hair and muscle everywhere. Nadir reaches over and pulls my t-shirt right off. I feel ridiculous standing between these two ripped dudes. Rex reaches into my back pocket and takes my cell phone.

Rex starts recording and instructs the three of us to flex and pose and put on a show. I set my second – now empty – cup down on the table and play along. We’re all laughing and it’s kind of fun. Rex has a guy I haven’t met yet run the phone up to the girls and instructs him to show the video to ten of them. He wants a report back on ten votes for a winner.

Nadir puts his arm around me, both of us still shirtless. “That was fun. You’re a good sport. I think it’s time to continue the measurements.” He moves me around and measures me everywhere from the waist up. When he gets my chest size, I get an inadvertent tickle in the armpits. When he does my waist, I get a poke in the belly like the Pilsbury Dough Boy. Rex continues to record all measurements.

I ask, “Can I put my shirt back on?”

John says, “Of course. A little later.”

I look around and I actually don’t see my shirt anywhere. I tell them, “I’m bigger than Bo.”

Rex says, “We’ll get to comparisons later, but in the meantime, we’ll call you Big Dude.”

These football players are all very handsy. I’ve been nudged and bumped and tapped and patted all over my body. And every touch makes the swelling in my crotch increase. I’m glad I wore jeans tonight. Any lighter fabric and my almost-boner would be obvious to everyone by now. Maybe this touching is just how football players are – at least the juniors. But then I realize that they are not touching each other like this. Just me. Like I’m their play thing.

Bo

I notice Allan kind of dancing and goofing around shirtless with a few guys on the other side of the room. What is going on over there?

I’m sitting on the floor in a circle with Kevin, Dave and Ben. I’ve finished two whole cups of beer and I’m feeling pretty good. I was offered a third, but I said maybe later. I wanted to drink some tonight, but I don’t want to get drunk.

So far, we’ve been talking mostly about video games. It’s the one thing I have in common with these guys. I’ve shared a few tips and we’ve actually been having a decent time. Out of nowhere, Ben asks me, “So, what’s the gayest thing you and Allan have ever done together?”

I feel my face flush and a tightening in my jeans, but I give an honest answer, “Nothing.”

Dave says, “Oh, come on. It’s just between us. We’re just friends hanging out, talking. We won’t tell anyone. We know you have weekly sleepovers together. Something must have happened at some point. Tell us.”

“But it really hasn’t. Never.”

Kevis asks, “But you wouldn’t mind if something did happen.” It’s a statement, not a question. “It could be totally innocent. Do you two ever play wrestle?”

“We really don’t.”

Ben says, “Or a tickle fight?” And suddenly he jumps and tackles Dave. He’s on top of him and squeezing at his sides as Dave howls in laughter.

Dave shouts, “Dude, you are so dead!”

They continue to roll around on the floor and Kevin and I watch and laugh. As Ben and Dave battle, I can’t help but notice that my jeans fill even more. Why?

Kevin asks me, “So, do you?”

“What?”

“Have tickle fights with Allan.”

“We did just once.” Why did I answer that question? Where is my judgement?

Kevin asks, “Why did you stop after just once? Did one or both of you pop mini boners and get embarrassed?”

“It was both of us. How did you know?” Shit! There I go again.

He puts an arm around me, “It’s an easy guess. When you’re a teenaged boy, looking at pictures of head lice can turn you on, not to mention rolling around with someone and getting tickled. Are you still ticklish?”

“I don’t know. No one ever tries to tickle me.”

He slips his hand under my arm and digs a little into my ribs. “You’re missing out.”

I twist away from him and he says, “I guess that answers my question.” He holds his hands palms up, like a surrender, and slides closer to me again. “You like Lizzie, right?” His knee is touching mine and I feel a little jolt of electricity.

I nod. Dave and Ben are now done with their fun.

Dave says, “Lizzie likes sensitive guys. Are you sensitive Bo?”

“Yes.”

Ben smiles, “That’s something we’re gonna have to put to the test.”

“I don’t think I…”

“Little Dude, this is going to be a whole lot of fun,” says Kevin with a wink.

For some reason, that wink makes my crotch tighten even more.

Allan

There seems to be a tickle fight going on over by Bo, but he’s just watching and laughing. The random guy with my phone makes his way back downstairs and has the report for Rex. “You’re never gonna believe this. John got one vote, Nadir got two votes and Allan got seven!” He hands Rex my phone.

I ask, “Can I have my phone back? And where’s my shirt?”

Rex slips my phone in his back pocket, “You won’t need it for a while. I’ll keep it safe for you.”

Nadir has a big stupid grin on his face as he fist-bumps me, “You won! See? Cute beats muscles.”

I blush again and again, my crotch swells.

John says, “Big Dude, how much do you weigh?”

My brain wants to say 150, but my mouth is incapable of telling a lie right now. “135,” I say.

Nadir chuckles, “Big Dude, there are guys here who literally double that.”

Rex says, “While we do lower half measurements, we’re also going to begin the next phase of the test. In keeping with the theme of comparing jocks to…not jocks, we’ll do smells next.”

“Smells?”

Nadir puts his arm around me again, “Don’t worry Big Dude. You already won muscle round. Not in actual size, but the girls voted. You won 7 to 2 to 1. You’ll do fine in this round too.”

Suddenly, I’m being pushed down onto the couch. John holds my ankles and Nadir slides off both of my high tops. He says, “I just gotta check your size for our records.”

“You could have just asked me.”

“No worries, Big Dude. You need your shoes off for measurements and the scales anyway.” He bends back the tongue of my left sneaker and reads the label, “A perfect ten,” he tells the group.

Rex makes a notation, “Big Dude, besides you and Bo, I don’t think anyone else in the room is smaller than a twelve. But that’s okay. Man is not measured strictly by the size of his biceps or his feet. But we do need the tape measure. The way your shoes slipped off so easily, you might actually be wearing bigger than you are.”

John sits on my legs with his broad back to me. I’m trapped and I can’t see past him, but I feel both socks get pulled off. Hands are all over my feet, prodding, squeezing… It kind of feels good until I get a few tickle swipes up the arches that make me flail feebly behind him. I feel the tape measure getting pressed against the contours of my naked foot and Nadir declares me to be nine inches.

Rex makes a tsk tsk sound, “I’ll be generous and call you a 9 ½. I knew you were wearing bigger than your size. You just like slipping in and out of your shoes, don’t you?”

Nadir says, “I think he thinks his feet are cute. When he walks in his shoes, his heels slip halfway out with each step. And these Osiris he’s wearing…the style, the colors…he wants to draw attention to his feet.”

Rex says, “Okay, we’ve got the size, now for the smell.”

John gets off me and he and Nadir each take one of my socks, put it to their noses and inhale deeply. Seeing these beefy guys smelling my socks has me at almost full-on erection. They both laugh and pass the socks to Rex. John says, “I knew it. There’s no smell at all. Nothing. Not even a little bit. If anything, they smell like fresh laundry.”

Rex sniffs both socks at once, smiles and agrees with his friends.

I don’t know why, but I find it embarrassing that I don’t have a manly funk. And the humiliation is turning me on. I try to defend my lack of stink, “Hey, guys, I took a shower right before coming here. I usually do stink. I just happen to be shower fresh right now.”

I’m still lying on the couch, shirtless and barefoot. John picks up my left foot by the ankle and says, “Big Dude, it like 95 degrees outside with 100% humidity. Even if you came over from next door, you wouldn’t still be shower fresh.” He shoves my bare foot right into his face and inhales so deeply, I think he might pass out. His stubble tickles. He tells his friends, “Nope. Nothing.”

Nadir says, “If it really was just from a recent shower, then your shoes would stink. Look at these shoes. They beat up and worn to hell.” He buries his nose inside my high top. “Unbelievable. They look like they’d stink, but they smell like nothing. Here’s another difference between jocks and other guys. The stink.” John breathes in my other sneaker and concurs with Nadir’s assessment.

John and Nadir each take off their shoes and socks. Nadir’s sock is shoved in front of my nose and smells like a locker room. It’s bad and good at the same time. A musky scent to be proud of. Next, I’m forced to take a whiff of John’s sock. It’s even stronger. It’s bad and bad. I cough.

A platter is produced and Rex lays out our three pairs of socks. He tells the same guy who did the shirtless poll earlier whose socks are whose and requests another poll. The guy disappears.

While we await the results, and since my shoes are now off, my official height and weight are measured and recorded. I am 5’ 9.5” and weigh 134. The guy comes back with a platter of socks and says, “Allan – 2, John – 3 and Nadir – 5.”

Rex says, “Oooooh, sorry Big Dude, you lost that round. We leaned that the optimum manly scent falls somewhere in between nothing and the inside of a camel’s asshole.”

Rex and Nadir laugh as John flushes a shade of dark red. “Come on. I don’t smell that bad.”

Rex says, “Dude, your socks could be used as knockout gas before surgery.” I laugh too.

I ask, “Can have my shoes and socks back now? And where’s my shirt?”

“Later,” replies Rex. “After the test. Up next…the final measurements – inseam and penis length.”

I cough again, but this time not because of John’s rancid sock. “What?”

Nadir says, “The literal measure of a man.”

My erection firms even more.

Rex says, “Don’t worry Big Dude. We’ve already helped you out. The two beers you drank were spiked with little blue pills. You know the kind…for help with…woodies.”

John says, “But first, armpit sniffs.”

Bo

“When you say Lizzie likes sensitive guys, you mean emotionally, right?”

Kevin says, “No. She’s into tickling. But her time is valuable. She asked us to run some tickle tests on you and give her a full report. If you don’t pass the test, she won’t waste her time with you.”

“I can’t believe that-”

“You better not be calling me a liar.”

“No. Of course not. Maybe you misunderstood.”

“Oh, so I’m stupid? A big dumb jock?”

“No…I…” I don’t know how to fix this.

Fortunately, he laughs and gives me another shoulder bump, “I’m just messing with ya.”

It was true what I said before; I haven’t been tickled in years. But I suspect I’m ticklish. I’d rather not find out. Especially here in this basement in front of about fifteen other guys.

I say, “You know, I think I might get going.”

Dave puts a firm hand on my knee. “We’re not gonna hurt you, Little Dude. You saw me and Ben a few minutes ago. We were just messing around, having some fun. Neither of us got hurt. You have to trust us.”

Trust them to what? Not tickle me until I pass out? If this is the path to losing my virginity, I think I’d rather wait until college. “Look, guys I-”

And then they swam in. Six rough, strong hands all over my body at once. Dave grabs both of my wrists with just one of his hands and pins them above my head as I am laid on the floor. Ben straddles my legs facing my feet and Kevin peers down at me. With my arms pulled up over my head, my t-shirt has ridden up. I feel the airconditioned coolness of the room on my exposed skin – about a six-inch strip above my waistband, below my shirt. A devious smile forms on Kevin’s lips. “I call the belly.”

I try to twist and squirm, but my 128 pounds are no match for their 600 plus. I resign myself to the fact that fighting it will only make it worse.

I feel Ben untying the laces of my left shoe. Dave begins to poke and prod at my armpits and my ribs with his free hand. Kevin is still smiling at my belly. He takes out his phone and takes a picture. “It looks so vulnerable,” he says. “So perfect. A shallow, circular innie all stretched out and begging for some love.” He moves his eyes up to meet mine for just a moment. “Here comes the love.” He swipes a finger across my lower abdomen, just above my waistband and I gasp.

I try, “Kevin. Please. Not that. Anything but my stomach. It’s too much. That’s the one spot that I can’t take. Do anything else to me, but please…not that.”

Kevin grins again, “Do anything else to you? Little Dude, haven’t you realized yet? We’re about to do everything else to you.”

Allan

Little blue pills? Is that why I’m so hard? Every bump, nudge, grope…even just talk is making me rock hard.

John says, “Big Dude, you gotta lose the jeans for the final measurements.”

Aside from the three guys with me and the three guys with Bo, there are like ten other guys down here. Half of them are watching whatever Bo is doing right now and half of them are watching the show I’ve been putting on for a while now. Cell phones are out and recordings are being made.

I look John right in the eyes. I almost think I see brief flash of sympathy. I ask, “Is there any way this doesn’t happen?”

He shakes his head. “Oh, also? We’re the only ones who know about the pills. Everyone else will just think that you’re hard for us guys and loving being the center of attention. Just so you know.”

Nadir leans in close and adds, “Look, you graduate in a few weeks and you’ll never see anyone in this room again. You’re going off to college to start a new life. A little embarrassment is no big deal. And, I’m totally serious when I say this, you are actually going to enjoy tonight. I know it’s already been kind of fun for you, but trust me. Your fun has only just begun.”

Rex says, “Let’s get going.”

Nadir reaches out and begins to work the button at my fly. His fingertips graze the bare skin of my lower abdomen and I quiver form the sensation. What can I do? There’s nowhere to run and I can’t fight these guys. The button is unfastened and he slides the zipper down. At the moment, his body shields me from the audience behind him. He slides my jeans down past my hips and lifts my legs one at a time, pulling my jeans completely off. I am wearing a pair of plain white boxer-briefs and nothing else. The boxer-briefs are usually pretty formfitting, but currently they are tented because of my raging erection.

Rex hands Nadir the tape measure and my inseam is documented as 30 inches.

Rex says, “We’ll take the last measurement a little later. We need to be sure he’s at full erection first.”

John says, “Boss, I think he’s pretty well-”

Rex cuts him off, “Hey, you know this is my part. You two have had most of the fun so far. It’s my turn.”

Rex puts his clipboard down and sits on the couch. I have no idea what’s about to happen. Just then, Nadir moves from his shielding position and I am revealed to the crowd behind him. A random guy I can’t see shouts out, “Holy shit! He’s got a boner!”

Rex looks up at me says, “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

Bo

Ben has both of my shoes off now. The crowd behind us laughs when he announces that I’m only an 8 ½. He leaves my socks on and strokes up and down the soles of my feet. I throw my head back and scream in laughter. Dave continues to drill at my ribs and armpits. My eyes are watering and my breath is ragged. As bad as all of that is, it’s what Kevin is doing that’s pure torture. His fingers lightly trail from side to side across my lower abdomen and I’m quaking so much from the sensation, I’m afraid I’ll pull a muscle. My stomach is covered in goosebumps.

Kevin tells Dave, “Take it off.”

Dave releases my wrists long enough to pull my shirt off my body, then he retakes my wrists. His drilling attack is much more effective now that bunched fabric is no longer a hinderance.

This attack has been going on for maybe two minutes. It feels like an hour. If it really does last an hour, I seriously might not survive.

I’ve had a developing erection for quite some time now. I’m practically at ramrod stiffness at this point. But my jeans are still on. Hopefully, they’ll stay on.

I feel my right sock slide off and there’s a moment of contemplation before Ben’s strong hands begin a new attack. He does things to my foot that I didn’t know could be done. With pokes and prods and bends and stretches and strokes and swipes – tears are streaming down my face as my laughter turns to screams.

Kevin pushes the waistband of my jeans down below my hip bones, as far as they’ll go, revealing sprouts of pubic hair. He just expanded his area of attack by another two inches. The newly exposed area is even more sensitive than where I’ve already been thoroughly molested. He lowers his head and plunges his tongue into my belly button. My eyes roll back into my head. He starts kissing and sucking all over the expanse of my stomach and suddenly things have turned from tickling to sensual. Dave finds one of my hard nipples and gently tugs at it between his fingers. I moan. I can feel precum pooling in my underwear.

Ben drops my right foot and gets off long enough to work at removing my jeans. Kevin is still busy kissing and sucking my chest and stomach and I honestly don’t want him to stop. My jeans are now off. All I’m wearing is my left sock and my underwear. I feel drunk at this point. Knowing I’m way past having the strength to resist, Dave lets go of my wrists and Ben sits at my feet, but not on my legs. I just lay there like a limp ragdoll.

I hear a voice behind us, “Hey! This one’s got a boner too!”

There’s more laughter and another voice adds, “And a huge wet spot!”

Why did I have to wear blue underwear? This one’s got a boner too! I have a flash of worry about what they might be doing to Allan, but what can I do about it? Even if these three guys stood up and walked away from me right now, I don’t think I could even stand, much less help my friend.

Dave whispers in my ear, “Your beers were spiked with Viagra.”

His breath on my ear causes me to firm up another tick.

Dave begins to lightly trace his fingers around my chest, up and down my inner arms, across my armpits and even around my neck. Everywhere he touches, it’s a light tickle. Even Ben’s relentless ravaging has turned into soothing strokes.

As Kevin’s warm wet mouth makes its way to my nipples, my cock jumps up another degree firmer. The crowd notices and cheers. Kevin attacks my other nipple and happens again. I don’t think it’s possible to get any harder; this is the most raging erection of my life.

Kevin leaves my nipples long enough to stretch up and whisper in my ear, “I’m gonna make you cum.”

Allan

I’m stuck where I am. A bunch of guys are staring at me, but I’m frozen like this, with my tentpole pointing straight at the crowd.

One of the guys says, “Did you notice, this guy is bigger than the other guy, but the other guy has a bigger dick.”

Someone else says, “Yeah. A lot bigger.”

Rex repeats, “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

John and Nadir appear at my sides, take me by the elbows and move me to Rex. I’m numb at this point. They maneuver me onto his lap. Rex lightly scratches my back and tingles travel up and down my spine. I get goosebumps everywhere. He starts to massage my back with his strong football player hands.

Rex says discretely into my ear for only me to hear, “Allan, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Pain is not one of feelings you will experience tonight. Humiliation – yes. Extreme, intense pleasure – yes. But pain – no. Trust me.

I quietly ask, “Why?”

He sighs, “You know why. You and Bo have been ‘chosen’. It’s a tradition. We have to see this through.”

“So, this is The Virgin Hunt?”

“You know it is.”

“Then Mindy…” I trail off.

Rex is still talking to just me, “I really am sorry. It was all a setup. But, pleasures, the likes of which you could previously only have imagined, lie ahead of you this evening. Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Even play along. That’ll make it even better.”

“The objective is still that I walk out of here tonight no longer a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“So, why am I in your lap? When do the girls come down?”

“The tests aren’t over yet. This next one is a combination test. It mostly about sensitivity, but there’s a splash of the Gay Test in there too. Again…Allan…I will not hurt you.”

“And then the tests are over?”

“Not quite. There’s only one more test after this one. It’s part two of the Gay Test. That test will involve both you and Bo.”

“Bo? What’s happening to him?”

“As we speak, he’s going through his own version of the sensitivity test combined with part one of the Gay Test. His test is a little different than yours, but it yields the same information.”

I have a flash of worry about Bo. I’m the one who pushed us to come here tonight. What are they doing to him? Can he handle it? Can I? Rex has been massaging my shoulders this whole time. I feel tired and weak.

Rex says, “Turn facing to the right and put your right arm behind my neck.”

With minimal help from Nadir, I do as I’m told.

He says, “Allan, I’m going to make you cum now. It’s my job to make that happen. If I succeed, then you fail part one of the Gay Test. I will be relentless. I will win. You can fight it if want, and honestly that will make it even more intense for you when I succeed. And I will succeed. We’ll give this a thirty-minute time limit. If I don’t get you within the timeframe, you pass the Gay Test part one, and I stop trying. Do you understand me?”

I nod.

In his lap sideways with my feet on the couch and my arm around his neck, I feel like an infant.

Rex says, “John, start the timer.”

Bo

I never even dreamed about being with a guy. Now, three huge jocks are staring at my body, touching my body and making me feel things I never knew I could feel.

Kevin says, “It seemed like you needed a break from the sensitivity test. The good news is that the sensitivity test is half over. The bad news is that the sensitivity test is only half over and it will resume after part one of the Gay Test. I have thirty minutes to bring you to orgasm. If you last that long, you pass and I stop. If I succeed, you fail and we proceed with the tests.”

I ask weakly, “The Gay Test?”

“Yes,” he says. “Part one. But don’t worry. I will succeed. I am about to take you on the ultimate vacation to pleasure town.”

My face and neck and shoulders and legs and feet are still being gently caressed by Dave and Ben.

Rex adds, “I’ll tell you the same thing that I know Rex is telling Allan – I won’t hurt you. Please believe me. It’s true. You might find it embarrassing, but really that’s just a matter of perspective. What is undeniable is that you are about to experience the sensation of a lifetime.”

My eyes pop open. “What are they doing to Allan?”

Kevin smiles, “I wish I had a friend like you. Everything you’ve been through and knowing what you still have ahead and you’re worried about your best friend. It’s sweet. And it’ll make part two of the Gay Test a lot easier.”

Ben asks, “Shall I start the timer?”

Kevin nods. He maneuvers himself between my legs and starts sucking on my neck. Why is my neck so sensitive? I had no idea. I pop goosebumps all over my arms and legs. He slides his tongue and mouth down my sternum for a long, slow journey southward. My erection bobs up and down in both anticipation and in rhythm with my heartbeat. Kevin is only halfway down my chest, but he stops to remove my underwear. I am glazed in so much precum that I feel the cold air of the room on my wet, throbbing organ. My dick points straight up at the sky, and there a few gasps from the audience.

Someone says, “It’s an absolute lead pole.”

Kevin winks at me and says, “Impressive. I’m sure Rex will get exact measurements later, but I bet you’ve got a few of the jocks in this room beat.”

He plants his mouth on the exact spot on my chest where he left off earlier. Down he goes. When he passes the ribcage, he slows more and lavishes my belly with more attention. Nothing tickles. It’s actually feels amazing. I know I’m supposed to fight against his goal. I know I’m supposed to want to win this battle. But I can’t help wanting to experience defeat. Defeat is so close. Defeat would feel so good.

Still focusing on my belly button, he takes a hand and grabs my shaft. My eyes pop open and I let out a small yelp. This is the first time in my life that anything besides my own hand has touched me there. Kevin’s hand is rough and strong. He grips and squeezes and rubs and I know in an instant that I am destined for defeat. I wouldn’t pass this test if I wanted to. It’s all only a matter of time. His hand slides up and down my glistening steel rod and mini explosions are happening inside my body. I’m practically whimpering, but they are whimpers of ecstasy.

His gripping hand suddenly releases me and I want to scream out to get it back. But then… I don’t miss the hand anymore. Something new is happening. Something shocking and unexpected. That warm, wet, wild mouth that did so much to my neck, chest and stomach has now taken the whole length of my apparently impressively sized shaft. My mouth gapes open and my fingers grip at the carpet beneath me. I think I’m screaming. That mouth has so much talent. How is it doing the things it’s doing? It slides up and down, on and off, side to side. There is suction. There are no teeth. He swirls his tongue in just the right spot below my mushroom cap and now my detonation fuse has been lit. It was already only a matter of time, but now, the final countdown has begun.

Kevin intuitively knows I’m close to blowing. He tells Ben, “Hand me the thing.”

I later learn that the “thing” is a flesh light. I’d never heard of it before, but it is snug and bumpy in the best possible way. Kevin slides that thing up and down my column in a relentless rhythm. My hands pound the floor. My back arches. My toes curl. I unload a seemingly never-ending lake of cum into that thing.

My face is crimson red. My heart is pounding. I’m panting for air.

He tousles my hair like a toddler and says, “I’ll give you a five-minute break before we finish the sensitivity test.”

Allan

Rex nods at Nadir who moves in and removes my underwear. I’m still in Rex’s lap, but now completely naked. There are giggles throughout the basement. I’m still rock-hard and I assume that that’s what people are laughing at. I flush an even brighter red when I realize that they’re not laughing because I have a boner; they’re laughing at the size of it. How would I know I’m small? I’m a virgin and I shyly conceal myself in locker rooms and public restrooms. I’ve never been seen by others before tonight. I’ve never received feedback before.

It seems totally unfair. It’s not like this from a choice I made. Like, if I did spend hours every day in the gym working out and I did have 18” biceps like Rex, then that’s from something I did. So, I guess my 11” biceps are my fault. But they’re not laughing at my scrawny arms. And even with 18” biceps, I’d still only be 5’ 9 ½” tall and wear a 9 ½ shoe and have a however many inches dick. The humiliation was supposed to be the fact that I’m a virgin and the whole Virgin Hunt event. I didn’t even know I had a small dick. I feel like I have the ragingest hardon of my life. I’ve never been bigger than I am right now. And the laughter and humiliation are actually making me even harder. It’s not fair.

Rex whispers to me, “Don’t listen to those assholes. You’re fine.”

John and Nadir take seats on either side of Rex. Rex tells me to straighten my legs so my feet are in Nadir’s lap. I do. Then he tells me to lie my head back onto John’s lap. I do that too. John begins to rub my temples and Nadir starts a gentle foot massage.

Rex opens a jar of Vaseline and dips in the middle finger of his right hand. He says to me, “Remember, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His lubed finger finds its way to my anus and I start to flinch away.

Rex says, My boys here are being nice right now. If you force them to, they will restrain you. It’s your choice, Allan.”

I liked it better when they were calling me Big Dude. I lost that nickname around the time my jeans came off. I nod at Rex and his finger returns. He plays around for a bit right at my hole and it’s the oddest sensation I’ve ever felt. After a minute or so of teasing, he takes the plunge and I gasp. The crowd cheers and I bite down on my lip. His finger wiggles around inside me and I feel like I’m swimming. Then, he takes his thumb from the same hand and presses it to my perineum. My mouth drops open and I shriek in pleasure. His thumb is applying just the right amount of pressure while his finger continues its devilish invasion and body feels like it’s on fire.

My dick was already wet with precum, but now, the precum is rolling out of me in waves. Litteral rivulets are flowing one after another. And every time Rex adds a little extra push on my taint, My tiny dick pulses skyward. Is it possible that my first real orgasm can come with no contact involving my penis? I wouldn’t have thought so, but I don’t know how I long I can hold out under these circumstances.

Rex takes his left hand and mercifully wraps it around my throbbing member. My head digs into John’s lap and I make a sound that to my ears is inhuman. Three new sensations are attacking me all at once. I have no idea how much time is left in my 30 minutes, but I have zero chance of passing this test.

John giggles and says, “Where’d it go? It completely disappears in your one hand.”

Rex shoots daggers with his eyes at John and says, “Just take the measurement.”

“Sorry.”

John produces the tape measure and Rex releases me. I feel the tape measure press to my base, run up my shaft and curve to the slit at my tip. John announces, “5.0”

Like my biceps earlier, I have no idea what normal is. It sounds decent to me.

Rex says to me, “See Big Guy? You’re perfectly average. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

John says, “I though average was closer to 5.5?”

Nadir says, “Shut up John,” and he gives my foot a consoling pat. “Rex is right. It’s average.”

The tape measure is pulled away and Rex’s calloused, manly hand makes a triumphant return. I gasp again. The finger up my ass makes contact with my prostate and I cry out. His thumb rubs pressured circles into my taint and his other hand strokes my cock up and down.

Rex says to John and Nadir, “Now.”

John squeezes both of my nipples at once and Nadir reaches over and fondles my balls. If you count the nipples individually, I am now under a six-point attack. It’s all too much for my poor virgin body. My head thrashes back and forth, my right hand grabs Rex’s shirt while my left squeezes his knee. My feet kick at Nadir so much that he has to hold my ankles with his free hand.

Rex slows his lefthanded strokes and uses his thumb to make circles on the sensitive underside below the tip. This only makes things worse. Or better. The grand finale of the 4th of July fireworks show is going off in my body.

Like a surgeon at the operating table, Rex asks for the flesh light. Nadir tries releasing my ankles and I don’t kick out. He produces the odd-looking instrument and Rex takes it in his left hand. He slips it over my soon to be exploding shaft and shockwaves roll over my body as he slides it up and down relentlessly.

My brain wants to say, “No. Don’t. Please. Stop.” But my mouth says, “No! Please don’t stop!”

Every physical sensation I never knew in my whole life is happening to me all at once. My balls, my nipples, my prostate, my perineum and my pulsing cock… Oh my god! Here it comes! I set my jaw, clench my teeth, throw back my head, grip Rex’s shirt again and howl out in ecstasy as my first ever orgasm explodes out of me.

John and Nadir let go first. then Rex extricates his finger and pulls of the flesh light. I am a sticky, horrible mess.

Rex says, “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to have to clean your spooge out of my parent’s couch or carpet.

Nadir says, “Hey Big Dude, you finally smell like more than nothing!”

I almost laugh.

Bo

I couldn’t believe that after everything, they’d still complete the second half of the sensitivity test…but they do. After having been given the promised five-minute break, my assailants have returned. I’ve been laying here completely naked except for my left sock, that Ben had not removed. Yet.

Ben sits down at my feet and swipes said sock right off me. He picks up my foot and looks at it. His hand that holds my foot is as big as my foot. He brings my foot right up to his face and blows a big raspberry into my arch. I giggle like a kid and he grins at me.

I don’t know if this is normal or not, but I’ve no post-orgasm refractory period. My tentpole has been pointing skyward this whole time, but it remains untouched and ignored. Over the next 30 minutes, my left foot gets same program from Ben that he already executed on my right foot. Dave focuses on my knees, my inner thighs and my hips. And of course, Kevin goes back to navel. I thrash and cry and mostly, I laugh my ass off.

The 30 minutes come to a merciful end and my body continues to buzz. The guys pull me up to a standing position and almost carry to middle of the room where I come face-to-face with Allan. At first, I’m horrified to be this way in front of him, but then I realize that he’s naked too.

A random guy from back of the room says, “How come the taller guy with bigger hands and feet has the smaller dick? Isn’t that weird?”

I see Allan blush redder than the pink he already was.

Rex says, “I’ll make note of it in the official record.”

In eight years of friendship and sleepovers, Allan and I have never seen each other naked before. I glance down. He is rock-hard, like me. But he’s also smaller than me. That doesn’t bother me though. I actually think that his penis looks quite beautiful. Why am I thinking that?

Allan Asks, “Can we get dressed now?”

Kevin says, “Maybe after Gay Test part two.”

Rex says, “John, a quick final measurement please.”

John produces a cloth tape measure and spends a moment handling my penis. With everything that’s happened tonight, somehow I’m not shocked by what’s happening.

John lets out a low whistle, “6 and ¾ inches! Nice showing Little Dude!”

Rex scrawls something on his clipboard.

Rex and Kevin, tonight’s leaders, have taken center stage. Rex says, “We know you both enjoyed tonight’s journey, but it’s not quite over yet. You are no longer virgins in the technical sense, but you have one more hurdle to cross. That is the hurdle of love.”

Allan and I look at each other, confused.

Kevin says, “You both know now that you were the chosen ones for this year’s Virgin Hunt. What you may not be aware of is that we changed some of the rules. Normally each year, the lured virgins are each locked in separate rooms with three horny girls each and not allowed out until the girls can confirm that deflowering has occurred. But this year, we were informed that the nominees were gay and in love with each other, but they just didn’t know it yet.”

I say, “Who said that?”

Rex says, “Everyone who knows you even a little bit. So, we set to prove two things. First – you’re both gay. That’s been proven. No doubts there.”

Allan says, “I have doubts. I like girls. I always have.”

Kevin says, “I don’t care. Call yourself bi or pan or whatever you want dude. Labels don’t mean shit, but what happened here tonight does. Same-sex love is part of who you are.”

“Is it though? You gave us those blue pills and-”

Rex cuts him off, “No we didn’t. We only told you that we did. All you guys had tonight was two beers – spiked with nothing. Two regular beers, that’s it. The erections you guys are continuing to sport right now? Think about what kinds of things made you hard tonight. No girls ever came down here. Girls were hardly even talked about. Every time you got harder it was from a sight, a word or a thought that was about a boy. Like Dave and Ben tickle fighting, or measuring you up and smelling your shoes. Or you smelling John’s rancid socks.”

John yells out, “Hey!” and the crowd laughs.

Kevin says, “Think about it. There was no chemical aid here. Your raging boners were for the guys in this room and especially for each other.”

I look at Allan and he’s already looking at me. Our arms hang down at our sides, yet still, we’re pointing at each other.

Rex says, “Part two of the Gay Test is to confess your love for each other. You both already passed part one.”

I say, “I thought we both failed.”

Kevin says, “Again, it’s a matter of perspective. If you pretend to be hetero when you’re actually something else, then you failed tonight. But if you pass part two, admit who you are and walk out of here hand-in-hand in love, then how could you be anything but winners?”

Rex says, “Here’s what’s gonna happen. The crowd fun is over. No more humiliation. No more tickling or unsolicited orgasms or being on display. You two are going into the guest bedroom over there, closing the door behind you and your gonna make out. When you realize that everyone else is right and you’re in love with each other, you can come out and go home to finish your weekend of sleeping over together, but the rest of this weekend might involve more than just pizza and video games.”

We are gently guided and pushed into the room. We both sit our naked asses on the made bed. I say, “So, what do you think?”

Allan

What do I think? I think I still have a raging hardon that is apparently all natural with no pharmaceutical assistance. I think that the sight, the touch and even the thought of other guys has been turning me on all night. I think that the cutest boy in this house tonight is sitting on this bed next to me. Actually, he’s the cutest boy I’ve ever met IRL. And his natural boner is pointing right at me. I think I need to tell Bo everything I just thought. So I do.

Bo takes my hands in his and just holds them. We’ve never held hands before. It’s nice. We turn, facing each other and scootch closer together until our legs are wrapped around each other. We hug and smush our bodies into one. Our chests and bellies are pressed together. Our dicks are pressed together. And now I press my lips to his.

Everything that happened to my body tonight was unforgettable, but this still my first ever kiss. It’s so tender, so gentle, so loving and so right. He parts my lips and his tongue finds mine. There are more fireworks going off in my body, but this time it’s even better than before. As our kissing gets more passionate, we start rubbing our bodies into each other. I’m not sure if Bo realizes it our not, but the underside of my erection is rubbing against the underside of his. We keep kissing. We keep grinding. We start moaning. And then…oops. It’s mostly on our chests and bellies, but we seem to have made a new mess. A new mess that is partly on the bed.

Apparently, we made enough noise that Rex decided he needed to check on us. The door flies open and light floods the room. He smiles a genuinely happy beaming smile when he sees us in an embrace, but then he sees the mess, including what’s on the bed.

In unison, Bo and I say, “Sorry.”

Rex says, “Oh, man! My grandma sleeps in here sometimes.”

All three of us laugh.

Bo

While they changed the rules and rewrote the script for this year’s Virgin Hunt, some traditions cannot be broken. In this case, all we got back was our underwear. Our cellphones and our clothing will be kept as souvenirs and evidence along with the notes Rex meticulously took, to represent the official record of this year’s event. They even kept our shoes and socks. We had congratulatory back slaps and butt pats all around as we made our way into the humid night wearing nothing but our precum crusted undies. We were informed that we were actually lucky to even get those back.

We felt like thieves in the night as we snuck around the three blocks back to Allan’s house. We crept from tree to tree and bush to bush. It was 3:00 AM by the time we crashed in his bed.

We slept all through the day on Saturday until dinner time. We were (literally) drained from the night before. We each took showers and got dressed. We spent a couple hours working on a school assignment that was due Monday. We were starving, so Allan called and ordered pizza again.

Allan

Tired of school work, Bo flops backwards on my bed. When he does so, his shirt rides up revealing a strip of vulnerable skin above his sweatpants. I’m getting just a halfmoon peek at what I know is the most perfect and beautiful belly button in the world. My crotch responds.

I distract myself by twisting side to side in my desk chair. Bo props himself on his elbows looks at me with a glint in his eye. He suggests that I go get us some sodas before the delivery guy gets here.

I stand, and he shoots his feet out and hooks them through the arms of my chair. I’m trapped. It’s a pretty awesome place to be trapped: between Bo’s legs. He reaches his arms around to my butt and gabs an ass cheek in each hand. He runs his teeth up and down then length of my now fully erect cock through the fabric of my sweatpants. He reaches up and pulls them down past my hips and I spring free. He takes all of my five inches in his mouth at once and I gasp.

But then the buzzer rings. My parents must be out, because it rings and rings and rings. Bo backs off me and says, “The dude is persistent.”

Then I realize that the buzzing is not the front doorbell at all. It’s not the pizza dude. It’s the alarm on my phone. And I was asleep. I sit up and there rests my phone on my bedside table. It’s not Saturday night, it’s Saturday morning. And I have my phone. And in addition to my crusty, precum stained underwear, I’m wearing my socks and a t-shirt. The way Bo and I always do on our sleepovers. The same socks and t-shirt that I wore to the party last night and didn’t get back. And actually, my underwear isn’t so crusty either. Well, I am an eighteen-year-old boy, so no more crusty than usual.

I pick up my phone and silence the alarm. It’s 9:00 AM. I glance to my left and there’s Bo in his usual weekend sleepover spot, also wearing his t-shirt and socks. I look down at the floor and there are my jeans and my Osiris high tops, right where I must have discarded them last night. Bo stirs on his side of my bed. I can see from here that his jeans and sneakers are on the floor too. What is going on here?

Bo sits up, “Oh, right. You set the alarm because you wanted us to go to that signing at the bookstore this morning. Do you still want to go?”

“Maybe?”

He says, “I think something was wrong with that pizza last night. It gave me really weird dreams.”

I say, “Right. We stayed home. We didn’t go to Mindy’s party.”

Bo sighs, “Why did we chicken out?”

I stick him with my elbow. “You are why! You started in with that whole Virgin Hunt crap. Everyone knows it’s not real. It’s lore. Then you were all like, ‘we don’t know her younger brother Rex and if we get stuck with the guys, it’ll just suck”. You are why we didn’t go.”

He looks up at me with big brown eyes, “Did you have weird dreams too?”

I nod, “The weirdest.”

He says, “In a strange way, I feel like we did go to that party.”

I double check and all of our stuff is still here. I even pretend like I have an itch on my foot so I can pull down my sock and see if the bottom of my foot is dirty. After the three block barefoot walk home, we both had dirty black soles of our feet. Were dead tired and didn’t clean ourselves up at all. Right now, my foot is spotless. Clean and probably as odor free as ever.

I say, “I kind of feel that way too.”

So, was it all a dream? It had to be. Just a case of eating bad pizza. Did Bo have the same weird dream I had? Is that even possible? What if he did? Should I ask him? What if he didn’t and I got stuck telling him about the homoerotic dream I had starring him. I’d have to tell him all of the things those guys did to me. And then the things we said to each other. And did to each other. Can I do that? Do I really feel those things?

Bo smiles at me and I feel a tingle run down my spine. He says, “Well, at least we won’t still be virgins when college starts.”

“We won’t?”

I notice that the way we are sitting cross-legged on my bed, my left knee is touching his right knee. And my right foot is pressed against his left foot. Neither of us makes a move to back away.

Bo opens his hand and places it palm up on my leg. I take his hand in mine and he gives a squeeze, sending another jolt of electricity through me. I risk a glance down and see that we both have stiffies. I think he really might be a couple inches bigger than me.

He replies, “No, we won’t.” He scrunches his toes against mine and I scrunch back.

I say, “I suppose we do have all summer.”

He grins again, “And right now.”

“Huh?”

He leans in and kisses me. It’s the 4th of July again inside my body, except this time, it’s not a dream. That was a dream last night, right? Right. Of course it was. I kiss him back. I learned some technique in that dream last night and I surprise Bo with my tongue.

As we break apart, I smile back at him. I press my hand on his heart, “Bo, I think that just maybe we both had the same dream last night.”

I get up and walk over to my bedroom door, my full-mast erection guiding me and pointing the way. I lock the door and say to Bo, “Fuck the book signing.” I climb back in bed.

He says, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“Do your feet really never stink? Like, never? Not even after like a run or something? What eighteen-year-old boy never has smelly shoes or feet?”

I laugh, “I guess your eighteen-year-old boy doesn’t. I also guess there’s a long, hot summer ahead of us where you can conduct your own private investigation into the matter every single day.”

He giggles, “I plan to.”

“And let me ask you something. Do you really have the world’s most ticklish belly?”

“You also have every day to find out. The best decision we ever made in our lives was the decision to be college roommates,” he says.

“No duh.”

We both laugh. We kiss again.

Bo says, “I think I love you.”

A warmth spreads though me. I say, “Me to. I think I always have. I just didn’t know it.”

He grins, “We knew. We just didn’t know we knew.”

I was hyperventilating, but I mustn’t let Susan see that. Seeing the name on the invitation list had been a shock. I had been avoiding seeing the name, let alone the man himself, for, what, six years now? Mr. and Mrs. Bradley Williams. There it was on the wedding invitation list Susan and I were going over during the Thanksgiving holiday, while I was back in Wilmington, Delaware, from my last-gasp semester at U. of Penn’s Wharton School of Business. The marriage was to be the 24th of December. Sue’s parents had been married on Christmas Eve and it’s what she wanted too. Graduation was the 21st of January and I started as an investment advisor with the Stanley Morgan Investment Management group in Wilmington on January 30th. Susan already was a Realtor with an exclusive firm in Wilmington. We already had a house in Westover Hills, a new townhouse on Walkers Mill Lane that our parents were kicking in on, and she was furnishing it. It was all laid out so neatly. Sue had orchestrated it all. We were on our way.

And there was that name, to toss all of the planning up in the air—maybe. Maybe I could brazen it out, though. The Williamses were family friends and neighbors. Both of my family and Susan’s. We all lived in the exclusive Westover Hills section near the Tower Hill private school, where Susan and I both had gone—along with Bradley Williams’s son, Dex.

Maybe there was some way I could get Bradley Williams off the invite list—some way that didn’t make it obvious I wanted to. Thank god that Dex was out in California and there was no hint of inviting him to the wedding.

“This looks like a whole lot of people to be inviting to a Christmas Eve wedding and expecting them to come, Sue,” I said. “Maybe we could cut back a bit on some of our neighbors.”

“Maybe you’re right, Scott,” she answered. “Maybe what we should do is have a separate, after-Christmas party at my parents’ house—or at the Walkers Mill Lane townhouse if I can finish the decoration by then. We could have that just for the Westover Hills neighbors we know.”

I watched her as she took a pen to the list. After she was done, I saw that, though the Williamses had been put on the after-Christmas party list, which wouldn’t help me out a bit, she had left them on the wedding ceremony list. This wasn’t at all what I had in mind.

* * * *

The summer after graduating from Tower Hill and before entering the University of Pennsylvania, I did the traditional whirlwind month-long European tour in June. That meant there couldn’t be much of a summer job that year. We lived next to the Ed Oliver Golf Club, so, after I returned from Europe, I got in time as a substitute caddie there. Beyond that, it was picking up yard work here and there. I didn’t really need the money, but my parents didn’t want me to fall back on that. They wanted me to be working and earning something. I didn’t mind. My mind was on my coming of age in one way, having met the older man, Vencenzo, who someone else called Count Abos, outside the train station in Rome, who gave me a tour of the city, took me partying to gay clubs I’d never had the nerve to visit in the States, and who laid me—repeatedly—putting an end to my virginity to men. Until that time, I had been undecided which way I wanted to swing. It turns out that I liked it both ways.

When I returned to Wilmington, I was open to getting it on with Dex Williams, a former classmate from the Tower Hill school, who was going out to Berkley in California to college in the coming year. We’d been on the school lacrosse and swim teams together, had had many chances to see each other naked and in erection for each other, but we hadn’t done anything about it. We both were being studs the last semester of our senior years at Tower Hill, taking advantage of our looks and builds and athletic star reputation to lay as many girls as possible, being careful to ensure they all were at least eighteen, as we had turned. I suppose we both knew we’d like to lay each other, but that wasn’t what was going at the time. Dex was still playing the field by the end of the school year. I had narrowed the field to Susan Grant, another Tower Hill student. She stayed in Wilmington, going to the University of Delaware, when I went off to U. of Penn, but we remained in contact.

The last two months of that summer, though, became the year of the Williamses—and not, as I had envisioned it, the year of just Dex Williams. I came home from Europe no longer a virgin to men and determined to give it a try with my school chum, Dex. It was Dex who brought me in at the golf club that his father belonged to to caddie when the demand was high and who suggested we mow lawns together. I wanted to get close to Dex, so I agreed. I did get close to Dex, but not any closer than I got to his father, Bradley.

Dex and I were moving toward going all the way before the end of the summer, starting with some surreptitious groping and fondling, turning to kissing and mutual hand jobs. We were almost there one day in the octagonal summer house deep in the Williams’s backyard one day after we mowed, when Dex was lying back in a rattan armchair and I was kneeling between his legs, perfecting how to give head. But in the middle of that, Bradley Williams was in the summer house, commanding his son to get lost, and I found myself, chest on the seat cushion of the rattan chair and head buried in at the base of the back of the chair, and Bradley William hovering over and above me, mounted on my ass, grasping my wrists with his fists to hold me in place, and fucking me in the doggy position.

I can’t say I hadn’t been fucked in that position—and several other positions as well—before by an older man. The Italian count had worked me over real well in Rome earlier that summer. I can’t say it was unexpected to be getting it from Dex’s father, either, or that Dex now knew what his father wanted to do with me and had backed off. In fact, after Bradley fucked me the first time, Dex left the picture altogether. I have thought more than once that Dex might have been pimping me for his father.

I also can’t say I resisted Bradley Williams much or that I didn’t enjoy him fucking me. He was a handsome, well-built man, and I’d already discovered in Italy that I liked older, experienced, take-command men. That first time in the summerhouse wasn’t the last time. Bradley found opportunity to fuck me at least twice a week for the rest of the summer. I let him control when and where this would happen, but I never resisted him. He took out money to give me for the fuck the second time we got together, but I didn’t take it, saying I didn’t do it with him for money. That seemed to please him. I had taken money—an extra-big tip for yardwork—during his signaling phase, but that was just setting up an understanding between us.

I had known that he wanted me. He gave me opportunity to build up a willingness to go under him. It started when Dex and I were mowing the Williams’s yard. Dex suggested we do so bare-chested and that I mow close to the house. In retrospect, this is an indication he was pimping for his dad. While I did as Dex suggested, Bradley stood at a full-length window in a robe, drinking coffee and watching me. At some point, he lost the sash to the robe and it was handing open, showing a hung erection as if inadvertently. It was done as if he didn’t realize he was exposing himself. At this point it was just exploratory, something that could be denied as just a misunderstanding.

He had a lustful smile to go with it. He tipped heavily that day, holding onto my hand longer than necessary as he handed over the money, giving me a special smile and rubbing the palm of my hand with his thumb. I had learned in Rome that that was a signal by a top looking for a bottom. Here, Bradley could deny he knew anything about such a signal, Step by step he was moving toward the inevitable as long as I was going along with it. It was just a couple of days after I’d told Dex about my Italian count and Dex and I had jacked each other off with our hands. I had admitted that I’d liked doing it with an older, take-command man. It was pretty obvious that Dex was telling this to his father.

Then, when Dex called me from the golf course to tell me they needed more caddies, I was finding that it was his father, Bradley, who needed a caddie. By the end of the summer, when I caddied for him, he’d have me drive the cart into the rough in a stand of trees and I’d blow him and he’d fuck me in the cart.

The end of the summer was the end of that, though—not just going under Dex’s father, but all sex with men. When I went off to the University of Pennsylvania, it was to change my lifestyle as much as possible. I went back to women strictly, and not much of that either—just when I needed to release tension. I determined that I wanted to make it in the investment world and that I’d have to go straight to do that. I stepped up my contact with Susan Grant, and, six years later, when I was finishing at the Wharton School and had, through family connections, landed an establishment job, I wasn’t at all wild to see Bradley Williams’s name on an invitation list for my Christmas Eve wedding.

* * * *

OK, I thought, when the time came—the Christmas Eve wedding, the reception afterward, and even the neighborhood party later in the week, there would be so many people in attendance that I could stay clear of Bradley Williams.

No such luck.

When I turned at the front of the church to view Susan coming down the aisle on her father’s arm, my eyes immediately picked Bradley Williams out, sitting in an aisle seat about half way back in the sanctuary—and he smiled and winked at me.

The reception was held at the Wilmington Country club. “Ah, Bradley, there you are,” my father said, as he looked past me in the reception line to where Williams had reached Susan, standing on my left. “Who would have known our boys would grow up like this. Where is your wife?”

“Mighty handsome young men we raised, didn’t we?” Williams said, staring at me—looking right through me. Undressing me with his eyes. He was holding Susan’s hand in his. He would soon be taking my hand and I found myself trembling. “The wife’s flitting around somewhere. I couldn’t wait to get into the line.”

“You know Scott, of course,” my father said. And, shit yes, how he knew me, I added in my thoughts. “This is his new bride, Susan.”

“Oh, I know Susan,” Williams said. This certainly got my attention.

“Yes, he does,” Susan simpered. Before I could absorb this, however, Williams was in front of me. I shuddered as he took my hand in his and covered it closely and firmly, just as he had covered me repeatedly six summers earlier. He moved his thumb into the palm of my hand, and stroked it back and forth. I knew as well now as when he’d first done this that it was a signal of a male top seeking a male submissive. And know I knew he was fully aware of the signal it sent too. I wanted to pull my hand away, but I couldn’t. Almost involuntarily, I let my fingers encircle his thumb, providing a sheath for the digit and signaling a surrendering submissive. And then, with a little knowing smile, he released my hand and continued down the line.

I knew then that the encounter I had been dreading and avoiding wasn’t over and that I had not moved beyond Bradley Williams. Nothing is that simple. A little charge went through my body when my fingers encased his thumb. I knew that he intended to fuck me again—and that I wanted him to.

Later, when we were mingling and I had become separated from Susan, I saw her across the room, talking with Bradley and a young, ravishingly beautiful brunette. She and Susan were laughing and touching. Bradley had an arm around the woman. She and Susan were a contrast in beauty. Susan was a strawberry blonde pixie, with a porcelain complexion, small and willowy—so small that each time I covered and entered her, I was afraid I might break her. The other woman was a voluptuous, raven-haired siren. Later, when I linked up with Susan again, I asked who the woman was.

“Felicia? That’s Felicia Williams. She’s a friend of mine. She’s advising on the decoration of our new townhouse.”

“She’s Bradley Williams’s daughter?” I asked. She didn’t look like him, but she did resemble his wife, Cynthia. I didn’t remember there being a daughter, though. Just Dexter—Dex—the son. He was dark and sultry, though, like his mother.

Susan laughed. “No, she’s Bradley’s new wife. The Williamses divorced three years ago—after that scandal of Bradley being caught at that gay bathhouse out near Aberdeen. Apparently that didn’t mean anything, because he was hooked up with Felicia in no time after that.”

I didn’t refute that. There would always be some secrets between me and my wife. We would need to walk carefully in this marriage. I had a past that I didn’t want to acknowledge and had worked hard to put behind me. And there were rumors about Susan and women too. None of that held us back in the bedroom, though. I did feel, because of how small and delicate looking she was, that I had to treat her like porcelain, but once in the throes of sex, she was a resilient tigress, more often than not, on top of me and riding me in a wild, gyrating cowboy position, taking all of me. And I wasn’t, by any means, lacking in equipment, stamina, or drive.

At the neighborhood party, held at Susan’s parents’ house, I did everything I could to avoid Bradley, but it didn’t work. We were stationed at the door to welcome the guests. When the Williamses—Bradley and Felicia—arrived, Susan gushed over Felicia and beamed at Bradley. There was a sparkle in Bradley’s eye when he looked at me, and he said, “We need to talk and become reacquainted later,” and then they moved on.

“You need to be very nice to Mr. Williams,” Susan said as we waited for the next arrivals to make their way to the door, “and you seemed reserved with him.”

“I grew up with his son,” I answered. “For some reason he makes me feel old and a bit sad,” I said. It was true. He pulled me back to a time in my life when I was confused and that I was trying, not completely successfully, to forget. Even I knew the reasoning gave was lame. “I’m not that keen to socialize with him.” I was doing what I could to try to maintain a distance. I didn’t want Susan inviting the Williamses to parties.

“Well, try to be nice to him for my sake,” she said.

“For your sake? Why for your sake?”

“Felecia wants to move. She doesn’t want to live in Cynthia’s house. They are looking for something with more land out near Kennett Square. They’re looking in the six-million-dollar range. Can you imagine the commission on that? I’m working my ass off to land that sale. It would cover most of our renovation costs.”

Oh. Oh, shit. “OK, I’ll be nice to them when—when I see them,” I answered.

“Try your best to be nice to him. I can see you won’t have trouble being nice to Felicia. But her husband is the one who has to shell out money for a new house.”

“OK, yes, sure,” I answered, defeated.

I didn’t intend on seeing either of the Williamses again. But that wasn’t to be. Later in the party, my soon-to-be boss at the Stanley Morgan Investment Management group, Thad Daniels, tracked me down, gave me a big smile, and said, “I hope you’re ready to hit the ground running when you come on board, Scott.”

“I sure am,” I answered.

“When is that?”

“January 30th, I think.”

“Good. You’ll need a couple of months of training, but you should be ready to go by April and you already have a big account to handle.”

“Already?” I asked, bewildered and suddenly feeling not so ready for the job. Networking had pushed me years ahead of other investment advisers. My confidence in actually being able to do the job was wavering. In a pep talk during the hiring phase Daniels had pumped me up by saying the job was 90 percent a combination of social connections, good looks, and charisma, which he said I had in abundance, but I wasn’t so sure about that.

“Yes, he’s here, and in the library. Let’s go meet him. He says you are friends from way back.”

My new client—set up even before I got the job—was, of course, Bradley Williams. Daniels introduced us, gave me a “don’t fuck this up” look, and left us alone.

“I’ve missed you,” Bradley said. “You’re looking great, Scott. You always were a beautiful, irresistible young man. It’s good to have you back in Wilmington again.”

“You’re looking well too, Mr. Williams,” I said. I had to walk carefully here. What did he want? How far could I go with him? I certainly couldn’t go back to letting him fuck me in a golf cart in the rough.

“It’s Brad to you, Scott. We’ve been too intimate. I see you’ve kept yourself fit. You’re even sexier than you were coming out of high school.” He moved closer to me and gripped my elbow with one hand, holding me in place. There was still a magnetism to him. His other hand touched me on the chest and glided down, below the beltline, groping my crotch.

“Is this conversation about business or sex?” I asked.

“Yes,” Williams said, and laughed. “There’s no real divide between business and sex, you know. It’s all basically about sex.” He didn’t take his hand away. He knew when he controlled a situation. He knew, from experience, that I wanted to be controlled. Still, I tried putting up a defense.

“I can’t do this anymore, Mr. Williams,” I said. “I’m married now. I worked hard to change while I was in college. I have to be careful in life. No, please, don’t do that.”

But he did that. He unzipped me, and pulled my cock out, revealing to him that I was going hard. He leaned in for a kiss that took any objection from me away. My deep moan as he kissed me and stroked my cock told him I hadn’t fundamentally changed.

“You want it, don’t you, Scott?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I couldn’t help but answer. “But, I can’t . . .”

He broke away from the kiss and growled in a low voice. “Go down on your knees to me, here and now. Take me in your throat. No, don’t worry, Thad locked the door as he left. Thad knows what is at stake here. After we’re finished here, make apologies to your wife and meet me at the golf course. You know where.”

My knees felt like rubber. I was on the cusp of going down on them as commanded, when we heard voices of women approaching the library. I quickly stuffed my cock back into my trousers, zipped up, and moved away from him. “No, sorry, I can’t go back to that life,” I whispered. “I’m sorry if it means I lose a client before even starting with him.”

“Oh, we’ve already started,” Williams said. “We’ll see about the rest.” Then he turned a smile toward the door into the library where our wives, Felicia and Susan, entered. Thad Daniels obviously hadn’t gotten the door locked.

“There you two are. Becoming well acquainted, I hope,” Felicia said. “Brad told me you were to become his investment counsellor when you finished at Wharton. I’m so glad. We’ll all have to be seeing more of each other.” She turned her face to beam at Susan. “I brought some swathes of drapery material for Susan to look at for your townhouse. I stashed them in here. You two don’t need to stay in attendance if you don’t want to help choose.”

Neither Bradley nor I wanted to help choose anything. We had already declared our choices and they clashed. I waited for him to make a move, and when he went to the door from the foyer that the women had entered through, I opened a French door to the patio and escaped in that direction. It was last week of December cold on the patio, but I remained there for several minutes, composing myself, before returning to the party in the living room. I needed to cool down and strengthen my resolve.

* * * *

Bradley laughed. “What do you think Felicia and your wife are doing now? Do you think your wife cares what you and I are doing—what you and I have done before?”

What I was doing was trying to work my way out from underneath Bradley Williams on the padded bench at the stern of his seventy-two-foot Viking-built, four-berth Annapolis-based cabin cruiser wallowing in Chesapeake Bay on an April 1st Saturday morning. We both had been in Speedos—he looking not so bad for his age—both of which were now entwined, as Bradley and I were entwined, on the deck below the bench. I was stretched out along the bench on my back, one of my ankles on Bradley’s shoulder as he lay on top of me, one hand stroking my cock and the other working on getting me rolled over on my back so that he could get his cock inside me. Bradley preferred the doggy position.

I was struggling with him, but he was a much bigger, heavier, and stronger man than I was. I also knew he liked his young men to struggle a bit until he got his cock inside them and then do, as I did with him, surrender totally and beg for it.

I had cried out in a covered tone, “The women. Our wives will see us.”

I had not cried out, “No, I don’t want you to fuck me. I will not let you put it in me.” I had resisted him until now, and mentally I wanted to continue to do so, but he was the client I’d been told to do anything for to keep him with Stanley Morgan, and he was the man who had initiated me into man-man sex six years earlier and that had been just fine with me then.

I had managed to escape him at the post-Christmas neighborhood party at Susan’s parents’ house, and I had retreated to Pennsylvania and finished up at the Wharton School. I’d even managed to hide from him—or thought I had—that I had returned to Wilmington and entered service—and training—with Stanley Morgan at the end of January. But he must have known I was back. He pressed his interest in clienting with me with Thad Daniels at Stanley Morgan. And there were our wives—Felicia helping Susan decorate our new townhouse and Susan trying to land the home sale for the Williamses in Kennett Square.

Bradley must have learned of my return from graduate school through Felicia, and the first order of business at the end of my training proved to be meeting with Bradley and going over his financial portfolio needs.

“He wants to do this on April 1st, taking us both out on his yacht from Annapolis out onto the bay,” I told Susan when I got home from work one evening. “We of course can’t—”

“It sounds like fun. I’ve gone out and bought a new bathing suit for it,” she said, dangling two skimpy parts of a bikini from one wrist. She showed the other one, dangling an equally skimpy men’s Speedo. “And I got this for you.” She turned to a more serious tone then. “We do what we have to do to get ahead, Scott.”

She’d already known about the yacht outing on April 1st. She and Felicia had already discussed it. I was trapped into going. I knew where Bradley intended this to go. I couldn’t let Susan find out that the man and I had sexual history. But I was getting an inkling that she knew about that too—and wanted me to exploit it. I had to admit that Susan could be a scheming exploiter.

And I wasn’t wrong about where it was going. Here I was, on a yacht that was big but it wasn’t so big that we could keep from our wives that Bradley and I were entwined on the padded bench at the stern of the yacht, both naked, and the stronger, older man preparing to turn me, mount me, and fuck me.

“What do you mean what do I think our wives are doing right now?” I asked, shoving at him, trying to push him off me, but not in the position to get too violent. “Give him what he wants,” the last thing Thad Daniels had said to me before I left for this weekend, kept going through my mind. “We want this client.”

Yeah, well, I don’t think that was all Thad Daniels wanted. As closely as he’d been zeroing in on me my first couple of months at Stanley Morgan, I was getting the strong hint that sexual lust had more to do with my getting the job at the firm than networking did. I think Daniels was fully aware of what Bradley Williams wanted in this client relationship. I think Daniels wanted a similar relationship with me. Well, if he thought that . . . although he was a arousing man, I had to admit.

I could fend off these men only for so long before the life I was trying to construct started to unravel.

I was also getting the idea now that Susan knew more about the demands being made on me than I had thought she did—and that she was more openminded about it—and maybe grasping—than I’d had any idea she’d be. But the problem of Bradley first.

“Go ahead,” I said, in surrender. “Not your cabin, I don’t think. Try my cabin.” Inexplicably then, he let loose of me and sat up on the bench, letting me roll off it. Giving him a scowl, I reached down, retrieved my Speedo, pulled it on, and padded off to the ladder down to where the sleeping cabins were.

They were there—on the double bed in Susan’s and my cabin at the bow of the yacht. I couldn’t see any of Susan but her legs. She was on her back on the bed. Her ankles were on Felicia’s shoulders. Felicia’s shapely, naked torso, her back to me, her luxurious raven-black hair cascading onto his back, was knelt between Susan’s legs. I didn’t need much imagination to discern what was transpiring. No question why the two had been so chummy these last couple of months, I thought.

It all unraveled there. I went directly back to the stern of yacht. “Oh, all right,” I muttered as Bradley gave me a big grin. I pulled off my Speedo, climbed up onto the padded bench beside him, going on all fours. With a laugh, the bid man crouched over my back, grasping my hips between his hands. He mounted and penetrated, and fucked me like a dog—just as he had done for a month of session six years earlier.

I had forgotten how thick and long he was—how good he was at stretching me and getting into my core and killing me there.

“It’s so good. It’s been so long. I’ve wanted you again for so long,” he murmured.

“Oh, yes, Daddy, yes,” I whimpered, surrendering and panting hard, taking him deep, putting my hips in motion to joining the rhythm of the fuck. “Kill me, Daddy. Fuck me good.”

He fucked me good.

Oh, all right then. Here I was trying to protect Susan. It was April 1st on Bradley’s yacht and I was finding that Susan didn’t give a shit. She was having an affair with Felicia. She didn’t mind if I gave it to Williams as long as it helped us financially and in standing in Wilmington society. The joke was on me for trying to walk the straight and narrow. I was an April Fool.

* * * *

“So, you’d really believe I’d have sex with Felicia Williams?” Susan asked in a wounded voice.

“I believe what I saw,” I answered. We’d made it off the yacht and back to Wilmington on Sunday, the 2nd. It had been quite frosty in the car. As far as I knew, Susan hadn’t seen me being fucked by Bradley, but she certainly seemed to know that had happened. She wasn’t surprised when I told her what I’d seen going on between her and Felicia.

When we got home, though, she dropped the bombshell. “Sex didn’t happen between Felicia and me. That was staged.”

“Staged? What do you mean staged? I know what I saw.”

“You saw posing, not sex.”

“Why? Why would you do that?”

“Do you know what the Realtor commission is on a six-million-dollar estate sale?” she asked.

“No, I don’t, and I don’t care. What in the hell . . . wait, you staged a sex scene with Felicia so that I would see it and let Bradley Williams fuck me? So that I’d give into him without reservation and believe that it was OK with you?”

“It’s a hundred and eighty-thousand dollars. We covered the furnishing and decoration of this townhouse and all you had to do was let Bradley Williams fuck you once. It’s not like he didn’t do it before. Who do you think Dex told that you were having an affair with his father six years ago? He told practically everyone in our crowd. He wasn’t shy about telling everyone he covered you too.”

“And you still married me?” I asked.

“So, you’re bi? You’re one sexy stud. And you’re Grade A as a provider. That doesn’t mean I’m bi, though. Felicia and I staged what we did because her husband included spiking you again once as a precondition for the estate sale. He had no trouble telling Felicia his conditions for buying the house, knowing she could get to you through me. They have an arrangement about who he fucks that his first wife, Cynthia, didn’t put up with. Felicia wanted the house in Kennett Square and I wanted the big commission. He said he was trying to make you but you were resisting. We had to come up with something that would make you change your mind. It’s not like Bradley hasn’t fucked you before. So, what do you have to say about that? Can we put that behind us? We’re a hundred-and-eighty-thousand dollars to the good.”

“Well, all right then,” I said through clinched teeth.

But I wasn’t going to be the only April Fool here. If Susan thought one fuck would be all Bradley demanded, she was more of a fool than I was. And, given her attitude, if she thought I was going to stop there with Bradley now, she was an even bigger fool. And there was Thad Daniels. I wouldn’t be playing hard to get there now, either. And the tennis pro at the golf club. And . . .

His studio was at his house. He seemed ok at first. It seemed like he was trying really hard to act normal, but he wasn’t. I’d been looking for a discrete professional to do some glamour shots of me in drag. A few of the men I online chat with said they would love to see me all dressed up pretty. My own attempts at make-up and taking selfies in my room with my phone just didn’t turn out very well. I’ve never actually been with another guy. But I know I’m going to at some stage. I’m just getting there, I think. Anyway, this should be fun! 

This guy was cheap. He said maybe even free if I’d let him display my photos on his webpage. 

I arrived a half-hour late. The lady at Macy’s took a long time making my face and nails look amazing. I’d purchased a nice long blonde wig for the occasion. She did a wonderful job setting it up just right. So I thought it was worth it! I was in a long purple chiffon prom dress with a long, high slit going all the way up to my hip. And I’ve got lots of white lace lingerie on under it, too. I was ready! I guess my excitement and anticipation fogged the reality of the cluttered and unkept home I was stepping into. And walking in the 6-inch pumps kept me distracted as well. 

The studio was in his basement. He had me by the hand, practically dragging me down the dark narrow stairwell. He kept looking back at me, smiling. But not a nice smile. More like the cat that was about to eat the canary. As I stumbled down the stairs, things got very quiet. It’s pretty dark and silent down here. All I could hear was the swishing of the soft chiffon as I carefully tiptoed down each step. I suddenly realized where I was, and what could happen. But it was too late. The stairs were steep. His grip was tight. I was falling down deeper into his lair. 

Hoping for the best, I took a deep breath following him into the ‘studio’. I was relieved to see a large white backdrop, a cute padded chair, and some professional-looking photo lights. There were 3 cameras set up on tall tripods around the stage. He was ready for me. 

“Ok, let’s get the rest of these items on you and we can begin.” 

Strangely, he was holding a pair of silver police handcuffs and a black leather dog collar. 

“What are those for? I was just going to pose for some glamour shots.”

He looked me right in the eyes with a stern, almost angry expression. 

“You saw my webpage. Don’t fuck around with me. You were late to start. I don’t have all day, you stupid bitch!”

As he was finishing talking he was turning me around, cuffing my hands behind my back. His webpage was flipping through my mind. I was confused. I didn’t understand what he was talking about. This wasn’t going according to plan at all!

The cuffs were cold and tight. They hurt my wrists. Stupid bitch? What the fuck?

He roughly pushes me back, sitting me in the chair. It didn’t move. It’s bolted to the floor somehow. The cuffs behind me are locked to the back of the chair now. He quickly has the dog collar up in my face. I cringe, expecting him to buckle it tight around my soft, girly neck. But the wide leather strap presses against my lips, forcing my mouth open. He pulls it in, wrapping it around my head. It smells and tastes like old leather. Click. The thick leather gag is secure. And I’m fucked.

Now that I am bound and helpless, he slows down. He carefully points each camera in my direction. It made me even more uncomfortable having them looking right at me. Like I’m part of a show. I didn’t expect I’d be camera shy. But this was something else. A large monitor comes on, brightening the room. Then another. Then a third. They are all in my view. Two of them are connected to the cameras. I see myself framed and staged on the chair. Like I’m looking into two mirrors. I see a tall slender blonde hair girl sitting there, all alone. My purple prom dress is flowing over my legs, nearly down to the floor. I’m pretty!

But of course, the girl is cuffed and gagged. With my arms pulled tightly back behind me, my chest is poking up and out. The tight dress is stretching from my girly curves under it. Under the dress I’d used generous C cup breast forms, stuffed inside my sexy white lace corset. My legs are free so I spread them a bit to get a little more comfortable on the chair. 

“Ooops!” 

My dress slides to the side, falling open between my legs. I can see my long slender legs wrapped in the smooth silky stocking and my white high heels in both monitors. My legs are completely exposed all the way up to the lace tops of my white stockings and garter straps holding them up. I stare at myself. Wondering what is to become of me. My captor is quietly rummaging around setting up the monitors and other tasks. I hope he is at the least going to take some photos too.

The black strap gag has my mouth jammed open but filled with thick leather. It’s pulled tight across my cheeks, keeping my mouth from speaking, or from moving at all. I look and feel very vulnerable. And I should. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to give you everything you signed up for. And maybe even more. Ha Ha!”

“Mummphh!”

He begins to move closer and closer to me. I’ve been distracted watching myself in the monitors until now. He is right in my face. He’s rolled a table with a TV monitor on it in front of me. 

“I know you remember what you saw. But I have more for you to watch while I get ready.”

The monitor flashes on.  His webpage is there. He clicks a few times and up comes a video. I didn’t see this! He moves back into the darkness behind the cameras. 

A girl, or a sissy like me, I couldn’t tell at first, was in the same chair, sucking him off. He was naked except for some leather straps wrapped around him like a harness and a black jockstrap with a hole in it where his cock came out. His uncut cock was long, fat, and ugly. It was shiny from her saliva dripping from her mouth. She was cuffed to the chair just like me. There was a gag with a ring in it so his cock would fit through the hole. So she was still gagged and helpless. Her pretty pink clothes and underwear were mostly ripped off, hanging on her. The backdrop was lit up with the image of an old rock grotto or dungeon. He was pulling her head close, pushing his cock in deep, as she choked and gasped for air. His hand was on one of her tits, squeezing really hard. I could tell it was painful as she was wiggling, trying to get his hand away. He was being pretty rough with her. A few times he would let her catch her breath, pulling her head back by her hair and slapping her face hard. He was yelling at her, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. She was crying and begging him to stop. But he just kept going. 

I started squirming. I didn’t sign up for any of this!

“Mummphhh!”

He emerged like a ghost. I jumped and tried to scream. He scared the shit out of me. He was wearing a black T-shirt and tight black briefs. The shirt had the image of a red devil’s face on it. It wasn’t cute. 

He is rubbing his crotch and pulling at my dress. I am squirming and trying to speak. There has been a big mistake! I need to tell him! I can see my desperate eyes on the monitor. Then I see his long, fat cock in my face! All the cameras are on. The lights are shining in my poor, stupid face. Here it is. It’s going to happen! Fuck!

“I like your tits’. I’m going to start there.”

He pushes my knees together, steps over them, straddling me. His cock is hard as a rock. He is right in front of me. He moves even closer. His hands are on my breasts, squeezing. He is climbing on me! The front of my dress is roughly pulled down, exposing the pretty lace corset and my fat C cup tits.  He moves up sliding his cock between the breasts. His hands are pushing from either side. He starts rocking. He is looking deep into my eyes. 

“Look at me, bitch!” He slaps my face hard. I’m starting to cry.

“I’m going to fuck you just like you begged me to. And no one will hear your muffled screams, my dear. I’m going to fuck you like a whore!” 

He is moving up and down faster. He looks at me, closes his mouth, then spits in my face. What the fuck? I can see on the monitor my eyes are as wide open in surprise as they have ever been. Fuck!

By the time he finally comes, my corset and fake tits are down around my tummy. He finished off squirting all over my neck and face. He had been squeezing my bare tender nipples and chest. And by then, they were really tender!

He gives me one more little slap on my face and disappears back into the dark reaches of the room. I hear water running then a beer open. After a few minutes, he returns.

In his hand are some leather straps with a complicated metal gadget hanging from them. If you’ve never seen a dental, or medical gag, you should Google it. It is nasty!

The clamps spread my mouth open until it couldn’t open anymore. The leather straps pinch tightly around my face and head, holding it in place. All I could do is say “Ahhhhhhh!”  Once the gag was in place, he added a nose clip, pulling the cords up over my head. The short metal hooks with big round balls at the ends of them were deep in my nostrils. The cords pull my nose up and back so I look and felt like a pig. They are really, really uncomfortable, and look humiliating. And that is the point, I am sure.

I’m here for the duration. No matter what I think. And he knows it too. 

“You’re going to be a good little bitch, aren’t you?”

I shyly nod.

“Good girl.”

He kneels next to me. His breath on my face. His hand lips slowly down, over the front of me. Over my red, sore tits. Down below my naval. Into the dress, over my panties, into my crotch. His warm wet lips kiss my cheek. I look over at him. He is smiling. 

“After this, I’m going to throat fuck you like a worthless slut.”

I nod again.

He kisses my neck and licks my face while he is jerking me off. He says he loves me in the girly clothes and he loves my cute little boy butt. He says he is going to fuck me there too. With the metal gag in my mouth and his hand squeezing my cock, all I can do is mumble that I like it. 

When I come he laughs and tells me I’m his forever. 

He power fucks my mouth three times over the next couple of hours. When I am completely exhausted and dripping with his nasty, sticky cum, he pulls me from the chair and bends me over it. I’ve never been fucked before. He said I was good and tight, just how he likes his bitches. 

A few weeks later I get a notification I’ve received some cash. My account has $2000 dollars in it! I get a text from him telling me that id just the beginning. he says we have some requests for more stuff to do. He wants me to come over again very soon. I wasn’t so sure about that.

What would you do?

Billy

I lucked out getting this job. I was an intern here in college and was asked to stay after graduation. I had worked closely with one of the big bosses team and got noticed but that was several years ago. I’d gone from a cubicle to my own office to an even better office with an assistant sitting outside my door. Like I said, I lucked out, that and a whole lot of hard work. 

The only thing I didn’t like was one of the junior executives, Greg. He’s what an old friend from college called “just a little too” meaning he’s a little too good looking, too blonde, eyes are too blue, teeth are too perfect, he’s too tan, too built, just too much, you get the picture. The man looked like he should be modeling in Milan or a fitness trainer, not working in an office for a Fortune 500 company. What a jackass. Loud, obnoxious, overbearing and vain. He’s incredibly good looking and he knows it, always looked like he’d just stepped out of a photo shoot for GQ, his clothes were perfect, as was his hair and he was built. I’d seen him in tight shorts and a snug fitted shirt at an event at the CEO’s home the summer before and I had to admit, he was gorgeous but as soon as he started talking, I was over it. He name dropped, bragged and boasted until I wanted to puke. He had reason to be, he had the Midas touch, everything he touched brought in more and more money. I, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more different. I overheard a coworker telling someone I was quietly elegant. Where Greg is really tall at about six foot five and a body like Adonis, I’m five ten and willowy. I’m very slim, not skinny just tightly built. I ran track in school and still ran for the exercise and stress relief while Greg was in the company gym before work every morning. Mind you, I’m no slacker, I just have a more leaner, exercise body. When I run I have on ankle weights and hold hand weights, I take the stairs instead of the elevator for the most part and I’m in great condition. I’m just not into the gym scene and working out all the time unlike Greg.                                                                                                                                                I’m much more reserved in my approach and do very well in my position, I’m also one of the companies top producers so I’m taken seriously and I keep my personal life to myself and rarely talk about anything outside the parameters of work. I’m pretty sure everyone knows I’m gay and if someone should ask I’d tell them but what I do in private has nothing to do with my work whereas Greg was known to talk about drinking with his buds and getting laid and some hot piece of ass blah blah blah. I mostly tuned him out and was just glad my exposure to him was minimal. So you can imagine my displeasure at finding out he and I would be working on a project together. Our CEO, Michael Chandler, came to my office one morning and personally asked me to do it….
“Chris, I have a big favor to ask you. I need you to work on the TriMark deal and I want you to work with Greg”
I kept a pleasant look on my face but my gut felt like I was sucker punched.
“Well, you know I’d be honored to work on it for you”
He got up and closed the door and turned walked over and sat back down…
“Look, I know Greg isn’t who you’d ever pick to work with and I’m aware how you feel about him”
“Michael, you’re mistaken…”
“Cut the crap, Chris. I’m not blind, I know damn good and well he drives you crazy but he’s got what it takes to make this happen. So do you but you have something he doesn’t, you have finesse and style. I’m asking you first because I want you to head this up. I want you to use him for his knowledge, pick his brain but I want you to take the lead”
“I have never said or done anything to make you think I don’t care for Greg. We hardly know each other”
“You have to be the most even tempered man I’ve ever met but Greg opens his mouth and your face hardens like a chunk of marble. You can’t stand him and I get it. He can be a lot to take and everyone knows it but damned if he isn’t smart as a whip. He knows his shit and between the two of you we can land this. If you agree, I’ll going to talk to him now”
“You know you can count on me. Of course I’ll do it”
“I knew you would but I wanted to talk to you about it first”
“Just out of curiosity, what were you gonna do if I said no?”
“First of all, I knew you’d do it but I had a back up plan just in case. I was going to ask Jeffers to work with him”
“He’d have done a fantastic job”
“He doesn’t have your style. I knew you had it years ago when you were just an intern. I wasn’t wrong then and I’m not wrong now”
“I appreciate your confidence in me. I won’t let you down”
So that’s how it all started. I have no idea what Michael said to Greg but he seemed to rain it in when we were working together. Of course he didn’t have an audience to show out for and I was all business all the time so he just worked. About two weeks in and finishing it all up, Greg and I were having a meeting over lunch. We had concluded what we were working on and started eating when he said…
“You don’t like me much, do you?”
I’m sure my face hardened as I sat holding a fork of salad. I set my fork down and took a sip of water…
“I hardly know you. This is the first thing we’ve ever worked on together. I think you’re quite capable and very intelligent”
“But you don’t like me”
“This seems to be an issue with you. What’s this about?”
“We’ve been working on this for weeks and this is the first conversation we’ve had that’s not work related. You don’t open up and you change the subject if I do. I’ve never met someone so shut off and I’m pretty sure it’s because of me. I’ve seen you around the office with others and everyone likes you. I’m told you have a great sense of humor but not with me. You hate having to work with me, you can admit it. I’m a big boy, I can take it”
“I see…. Well, it’s not that ….uhh I don’t….. “
“You can’t even say it. What did I do to piss you off?”
“I’m not pissed off. We barely spoke to each other before this all started. I just don’t know how to take you…..”
“Take me?” He laughed out loud “it’s not like I’m fucking you. We’re just working together”
I flushed and reached for my water glass and knocked it over splashing some on me. He jumped up and I ran for the men’s room, mortified. I stood at the sink and splashed water in my face. The door opens and he walked in.
“You okay?”
“Fine, everything’s fine. Just drying off”
He stood contemplating me a minute
“I figured it out. You’re into me! Mr. Cool calm and collected is into me”
I was shocked, I couldn’t believe he was saying that.
“Fuck off”
I barked, pushed passed him and headed back to the table. I grabbed my briefcase, dropped a fifty dollar bill on the table and left. I called my assistant and said something came up and I’d be out of the office the rest of the day and headed home. When I got my last promotion, I bought an apartment in a high rise fifteen blocks from the office so I was home pretty quickly. My cell was ringing before I was a block from the restaurant, it was him. I sent it to voicemail only to have him keep calling. By the time I was in my place and settled, he’d called a dozen times. Finally I answered it.
“What!” I spat out, I was pissed.
“I’m in the lobby. We need to talk so let me come up”
I know we have to get past this but I didn’t know how. I’d already changed into lounge pants and a t shirt when he knocked on the door. I let him in and went and stood in the kitchen with my arms folded over my chest, glaring at him. He’s across from me with a shit eating grin on his handsome face. Even with his jacket off an his tie loosened he still looked perfect. He was right, I’d had hard on for this man since he first started working at the company. That’s the main reason I kept my distance, I was attracted to him physically but I couldn’t stand to be around him. It was embarrassing.
“Look, I didn’t mean to piss you off. It just kinda surprised me when I figured it out. It’s cool, it happens all the time”
“God you’re such a fucking conceited bastard. Everyone isn’t into you. Get over yourself”
“Man, chill out. It’s all cool”
“That’s all I need is some fucking overgrown frat boy thinking the company fag is lusting for him. You walk around bragging about all the bimbos your banging and now you’re going to fuck with my life? You’re right, I hate your pompous straight boy attitude, strutting around like the fucking cock of the walk. Guys like you make me sick”
“You finished?”
“No! I can’t wait to finish this fucking project and be done with you. You can take your obnoxious pussy chasing ass back over to your side of the office and leave me the fuck alone”
“Okay, I see what you think of me. I guess I deserve some of that but you got me all wrong. You have never once heard me talk about chasing pussy. I’ve talked about getting some tail a few times but I dropped that out of respect to the women in the office. I know I’m loud and I guess I’m obnoxious sometimes but I’m the youngest of five loud boys and if you weren’t loud you didn’t get noticed. Oh and just so you know, you aren’t the only company fag. I’m gay and we aren’t the only ones ether. If you weren’t such a stand-offish snob you’d know that. One right under your own nose even”
I was gobsmacked. Greg’s gay? I never would have guessed, he’s such a bro.
“I had no idea. Greg, I’m so sorry. You just always seemed like such a frat boy”
“Well I was a frat boy, a gay one. And yes I fucked a lot of pussy, boy pussy”
I started laughing and he grinned.
“So you do laugh. I was beginning to think you didn’t know how. Tell me something, is your ass as tight as it is uptight?”
“Oh my God! Do you ever stop?”
“No, seriously. I pegged you as a bottom first time I saw you. Why can’t we be friends with benefits?”
“So now we’re friends?”
“Okay, I guess I could hate fuck you. But I’d rather be friends”
I was at a loss for words. I never for a second thought he’d ever say that to me.
“Stop jerking my chain”
“Not at all. I like straight lace uptight guys. Usually some of the best ass around. Guys like you are normally wild in the sack because you’re so controlled in public”
“What makes you think I’m a bottom? Furthermore, why would I ever let you anywhere near me, you’re such a pompous ass”
“Oh you’re a bottom, that I’m sure of and that little ass is gonna look great with my cock stuck up in it”
I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open. He walks over to me and I back away but got stopped in the corner. He stood before me and my eyes moved down to his chest. He’s got his hands on his hips and has thrust his chest towards me making the fabric taut across it.
“Touch it”
I hesitated but lifted a tentative hand running my fingers across his big pecs.
“Open my shirt”
My fingers struggled to open the buttons and remove the tie. His smooth fine skin is tight and hot. The nipples are hard and sticking up like pencil erasers. He’s got hard rippled abs that taper down to a sharp V and a small waist. My breath is ragged as my hands explore this incredible body.
“Take off your clothes”
I look up at him and shiver but I do as he tells me. Standing before him naked and shaking like a leaf in the wind as he looks me over. My hands are covering my stuff and he flicks them away and makes me turn around. I suck in a big gasp of air when he grabbed my ass and again when his finger flicked over my tight pucker. His hot breath is at my ear….
“This is how is gonna be from now on. You out rank me at work, you’re the boss and that’s fine but when we’re alone, I’m the boss and you do what I tell you. Got it?”
I nodded my agreement and he jammed his dry finger in me to the first knuckle, making me yelp.
“I think the customary response is Yes Sir”
“Yes Sir”
I whispered. He pulled it out of my ass and made me suck on it then eased it back up my ass, slowly fucking me. I found myself arching my back, pushing back on his invading digit. All of a sudden he flicked my love nut and I exploded cum all over the counter and cabinets in front of me.
“Oh yeah, you’re a bottom. A hungry one” he whispered in my ear
My legs buckled under me and I started to fall. He caught me and lifted me in his arms like a groom carrying his bride. I know I’m slim but I didn’t think I was that light weight. I’m nearly one fifty but I feel light as air in his arms looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. He smiles down at me as he takes me into the living room and sits on the couch with me half on his lap. He’s got me on edge, I don’t know what to expect next, I’m even a little scared. He looked down at me and grinned.
“Well my assumption was pretty dead on, tight as hell. Damn Chris, when’s the last time you got fucked? You nearly pinched my finger off with that tight little thing”
“I uh… uhh I….”
“Relax, I was just messin with you. I’ve always wanted to try the master dom thing but I think you got off on it”
I didn’t know what to say. This whole thing had blown my mind. No one had ever done anything like that to me in my life. This was insane, he’s sitting here, fully dressed with his shirt half off and I’m stripped naked. I start to shiver from the air conditioning and now my nipples are hard. He runs his fingers over them and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“You scare me”
“No need to be. I’m a pussy cat. You really don’t get around much, do you? I mean you shot like a cannon with just a little finger fuck”
“I don’t date much and it’s been years since anything was near my ass. I’m not a bottom”
“That’s a shame. Hot looking guy like you. You should have guys lined up to get some of this”
He pulled me closer and wrapped an arm around me. His scent was intoxicating and the warmth calmed me.
“I work a lot, I don’t really take a lot of time for myself”
“I figured as much. You’re always in the office long before everyone else and I’m told you work late a lot. Don’t you ever have any fun? What do you do to relax?”
“My parents have a place out at the lake and I spend most weekends out there. I read a lot, I’m involved in a few groups. I just never seem to meet anyone”
“Well you got me now. Still want me to hate fuck you or do ya wanna be friends?”
“You really like to mess with my head, don’t you?”
“I’m not doing any such a thing. I’m telling you, I wanna fuck you. Wanted to a long time now. You remember that party we had a Mike’s last summer? I was gonna try to get in you pants that time but you up and disappeared”
“But I’m not a bottom. You got me all wrong”
“You were born to take it up the ass. I’ve watched those tiny little buns around the office just screaming to get fucked”
“I think you’re crazy. I tried and I didn’t like it. I’d rather be the one on top, the one in control”
“All I know is I only had half a finger in you and you shot off like Old Faithful. You’re a bottom”
“But why me? You can get anyone you wanted anytime you chose”
“Yep, I can get any guy I want. Do it all the time. I want you. You gonna make me work for it or what. I know you want it”
“Jesus, you’re so sure of yourself”
“Come on, you’re practically sitting in my lap, you can’t take your eyes off me and you’ve yet to even try to cover that hot little body”
He was right, since we sat down I couldn’t take my eyes nor my hands off that chest. I’d even forgotten I was still naked but when he said something, I blushed in embarrassment. And once again I was tongue tied and didn’t know what to say. What was the power he had over me? He slid out from underneath me and walked back into the kitchen, opening cabinets searching for something, then I watched him fix a drink and come back over and stand before me. His finely tailored slacks are bulging at the crotch. He takes a sip of his drink. My very expensive bourbon and said…
“Take it out”
I hesitated, my eyes flicked from the growing mound before me, up to his eyes.
“I’m waiting”
He sounds annoyed. I reached out and tried to undo his slacks but my hands are shaking again and I couldn’t unfasten the belt or zipper. He swats my hands away.
“Never mind, I’ll do it myself. For someone that’s supposed to be so in control, you’re useless at this. You gonna be like this every time I fuck you?”
He removed his clothes and stood before me sipping his drink. Jesus, the mans a fucking god! His body is amazing, sculpted to perfection and a huge cock? Oh my god, he’s perfect! Here I’m thinking he spent all his free time chasing pussy and he’s obviously spent most of it in the gym!
“Suck my cock”
I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. I’d never seen a cock so big and I’d damn sure never had one that massive in my mouth. He’s got a hand on top of my head pulling me down on his cock as he sips his drink. I’m gagging and sputtering trying to take it when he pulls out.
“Worst blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. You’ll get better…. I hope”
“I’m sorry, it’s just so big”
I couldn’t stop looking at his incredible body. The man is amazing, a feast for the eyes. His smooth hard muscles seem to ripple under his supple skin. Except for the hair on his head, was completely hairless. Even his pubs and balls were slick and smooth.
“You just going to sit there staring or are you going to give me that ass?”
“My god, you’re perfect….”
“Yeah, I know. That’s how I get pretty boys like you to spread their legs so easily. Let’s take this to the bedroom, unless you have lube out here. That’s a fucking tight little cunt, it’s gonna need some grease”
He pulled me off the couch and kissed me. Damn, he’s even a fantastic kisser… I lead him to my room and he pushed me down on the bed on my hands and knees. I’d hardly hit the mattress when his tongue is working it’s way up my ass and he’s going to town. It was fantastic, I’d had a few guys do it before but it was never like this, it’s like he’s making love to my ass with his tongue and it’s working to get me to relax. Way too soon, he stops and gets off the bed. I looked over my shoulder and he’s digging in my nightstand for lube. He picked up a condom, laughed to himself and flicked it in the little trash can near the bed. He lubed up his fingers and smeared some on my ass and started working the first one up my ass, I gasped as it slid in deeper.
“You’re too big, it’s going to destroy me”
“Nahh, you’re gonna love it”
Soon he’s got three in me and I’m breathing harder.
“Flip over”
I’m on my back with his digits still in me then he slipped a forth in and he’s moving them around before he pulls them out. He puts my legs over his shoulders and butts his raw cock up to my hole and starts pushing in. I yelled out when the head breached my ring and a heavy sweat broke out all over me. He leaned in and surprised me with another kiss, as soon as I was good and distracted, he pushed all the way in to the hilt. My head involuntarily slams back against the bed and my whole body arched up like a bow making me clamp down hard.
“Fuck man, let go! You nearly pinched my cock of. God damn you’re tight”
“Oh my god you’re killing me. Stop, pull it out. I can’t take it”
He started pulling back and I screamed out again so he stopped. I’m panting like mad as he looks down on me.
“You have been fucked before, haven’t you?”
“Yes, a few times years ago, but it’s just too big. You’re ripping me apart and you don’t have on a condom. You gotta stop”
“Those little boy sized things won’t even cover the head. It wasn’t made for a mans cock. That little thing would never fit me, it would have broke inside you and I’d a been fucking you bareback anyway. Don’t worry about it. Relax and let me do my thing”
He never stopped fucking me as he spoke. After what seemed hours, my poor over stretched hole was feeling a little looser, soon he’s pumping harder making me moan like a slut.
“Look at me, you like my big cock in you, don’t ya?”
I nodded and he slammed it in me hard, making me yelp…
“Oh god yes sir, I love it”
He’s long dicking me, pulling all the way out and pushing back in. I was in ecstasy, it felt amazing. My cock even got hard again. My eyes kept rolling back in my head and he’d lightly slapped me saying…
“If I’m gonna be breeding this pussy all the time now, you need to be looking me in the eyes so I know how much you appreciate what I’m doing for you”
“Yes sir”
“Nice. Ever had someone breed your pussy before?”
He was really fucking with my head. No one had ever spoken to me the way this arrogant bastard was and I’d never ever let someone fuck me without a condom. Yet here I was, laying back with my legs over his shoulders letting him have my ass like a total whore.
“No sir”
“You still think you’re a top?”
“No sir”
“Tell me what you are”
“A bottom sir”
“Yes you are, a pussy bottom and you love my cock up your hungry hole. I knew you would”
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I hadn’t bottomed since college, I considered myself a top ever since. Not only was I getting fucked but by this fucking huge cock! You see, Greg’s a big guy, think Chris Hemsworth as Thor big only taller and I’m built more like Tom Holland, the guy who plays Spider Man. So where I have a normal sized cock for a man my size, Greg has more than twice what I have and thicker than my wrist. The last guy that fucked me in college had about six inches, maybe a little more and I was in pain for over a week. I swore then, I would never let anyone near my ass again and now I had what felt like a baseball bat shoved up my ass and I was loving it. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like hell and it didn’t help that I’d already gotten off just a little bit before I took him so I was really struggling at first. I’m panting and sweating and he’s making me keep focus on his face. Even as he humiliated me, making me admit things I’d never even considered before, I was starting to enjoy the feeling. For the most part he was pretty easy on me, only pounded me hard a few times to get my attention but I was starting to want more, just couldn’t say it out loud and admit it to him or myself. Greg has me practically folded in half, his face is so close to mine that a drop of sweat is hanging from the tip of his nose is almost touching mine. He switches from saying nasty things to kissing me. His massive cock has opened me up so much, I can take him better. He’d pull all the way out only to push back in and then I break and say it…
“Oh GOD, Greg. Just fuck me! Use my ass”
“That’s it, beg”
He’s slamming it up me harder and harder, reaching something deep inside I never knew existed. All my life, I’ve kept tight control on everything. I had let a few bad teenage experiences keep me from this incredible feeling. I loved getting fucked, I never thought I’d think such a thing.
“Harder, fuck me harder”
“And you think you’re a top. No baby, a hungry bottom if ever I fucked one”
He’s power fucking me now and all I can think is I want more.
“It turns you on taking me bareback, admit it”
“Oh God, just keep fuck me”
He jerked his cock out of me and sat back on his haunches. I gasped and my hands shot out to grab him to pull him back.
“Look bitch, your cunt belongs to me now. You don’t have to like me but you’ve already proven you love this cock up it. I don’t fuck god damn condoms, I fuck cunts like yours. If you want this meat to keep that pussy happy you need to get it through your fucking head that you’ll get all you want but it’s gonna be bareback and I will be breeding you. So tell me right now what you want or I’m out of here. I don’t beg for pussy, got it? I have plenty of guys like you who want this cock and they’re thrilled when I breed them. It’s up to you but you got ten seconds to make up your mind”
“I do want it, I want your huge cock up my ass and I want you to breed me. Please”
“That’s what I thought”
And with that, he raised up, pushing my legs open and slammed his raw cock in me. I gasped form the sheer power of the assault. I moaned as I arched my ass up to meet his thrust. He’s fucking the breath out of me, pulling all the way out and ramming it back in harder each time. It hurt like hell but it awakened something deep inside me, a yearning for more. How could it hurt so bad and feel so good. At one point he slammed in as deep as he could and held it in me kind of bucking. He caught his breath and soon he was fucking me again, just as hard. It seemed to go on forever and he looming over me as he glared down into my eyes. His sweat is dripping on me and I’m approaching my blasting point.
“You need to hold on bitch. I feel your cunt cinching up tighter. Don’t you fucking cum!” He growls in my face like a wild animal
I start hearing this wet sounding noise and it dawned on me, it was coming from my ass. I reached for it and felt the slime around his cock and my hole.
“That’s right, already bread that tight little cunt. It’s mine now”
Chill bumps popped up all over my body and my cock got harder and now he’s slamming his cock in me. I was have trouble maintaining eye contact because of the abuse he’s giving my hole, but god I’m trying hard. He’s got this sinister look on his face as he says….
“Go for it, cum for me”
Within seconds, I was blasting the biggest load I’d ever shot in my life. The first shot landed in my face as did most of it. I had cum in my ears, my hair and forehead, I even got some in my mouth and all over my neck. He groaned out loud as my ass clamped down hard on his cock, which made him blast his load deep inside me. I’d been holding back for so long, I was almost in pain. He let my legs slip off his shoulders and I kinda just lay there with him on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breath. He kissed me then he licked the cum off my face and fed it to me as he kissed me again and again. As he licked the cum from my ear he said….                                          “Is that cunt ever gonna let go of my cock? You’re killing me with that thing. God damn you’re tight”.                                                                                                                                                               I tried to relax and let go. He laughed as he pulled out.                                                                 “Jesus, you’re tight. I’ve fucked virgins that were loser than you. I guess that answered my question”                                                                                                                                              “What question?“                                                                                                                                         “I asked you if your ass was a tight as you are uptight. The answer, my little friend is it tighter. We are definitely gonna be friends, babe. I could never hate fuck you, I loved it too much”.               “Oh my god, you’re just too much”.                                                                                                   “That’s true, but you can take it and you like me this way. Admit it. You’re my little tight ass pussy boy”.                                                                                                                                                                I tried to pull out from under him and turn away but he took my face in his hand and kissed me again making me melt. He did keep hold on me as he rolled over next to me on the bed. He’s looking down at me as he wipes more of the cum from my face and smears it across my chest and stomach. The he slipped his fingers between my legs and found my tortured hole. He’s rubbing the swollen rosebud making me gasp. He stuck that finger in me and I jumped a little. He’s slowly working it in and out and then in went another one, soon he had three in me and my eyes are rolling back in my head. He kinda snorted and said under his breath.                                                  “A top my ass” he snorted.                                                                                                                        He pulled them from my sloppy hole and wiped his cum and my ass juice on my stomach, chest and then smeared it all over my cock and balls. He just kept pulling more out of me and covering me in it. Finally he stopped and just held me tenderly as I relaxed into him. He looked over at the clock on the bedside and said….                                                                                                            “I’m fucking hungry, someone kinda threw a crowbar in to my lunch plans” he gave me an evil grin and a peck on the cheek, “I’m meeting a friend for dinner in about two hours. You’re going with me, Jordan will love you, come on. Let’s get moving”.                                                                          He got his phone from the living room and called someone….                                                         “Hey cutie, you available? I’m gonna need a ride” ………. “I’ll send you my location, text when you get here”                                                                                                                                                While he was on the phone he was looking in my closet. He pulls out a black pull over and then he digs around until he finds an old pair of jeans. I’m sure I hadn’t worn them since college, I didn’t even think they fit anymore. He hands them to me and told me to get dressed.                            “Let me jump through the shower, it won’t take a minute”                                                                “We don’t have time, just put this on”                                                                                                  “But I’m covered in cum, I reek of sex”                                                                                              “Yeah, I like you that way”                                                                                                                            I stood in shock as he walked in my bathroom and came back with a dry hand towel. He wiped what little cum that was left off my face and neck, then he dabbed some off my chest. He looked me over and then raked his fingers through my short hair, using some like hair gel.                    “You look great, now get dressed. He’ll be here soon”                                                              Stunned, I went for some underwear and he stopped me.                                                                “Just the jeans and shirt and shoes of course. Now hurry up”                                                             He put his shirt and slacks back on, slipped his bare feet into his expense dress shoes. He tucked his underwear and socks in the suit coat, grabbed his tie and started for the door. Just then the text came in.                                                                                                                                           “He’s here, come on. We don’t have time to waist”

I locked up and got on the elevator with him down to the lobby. Out front was a silver SUV and a hunky college guy standing by and open back door. We walked out and Greg took the kid in a big bear hug and planted a big kiss on him.                                                                                            “Brody, this is Chris. We work together”                                                                                                    I shook his hand and he’s giving me the once over.                                                                           “Nice to meet you”                                                                                                                              “Same here. Where to?”                                                                                                                          “My place, meeting Jordan for dinner and I gotta get ready. Can you hang out and run us over to Boy’s Town when I get changed? I won’t take up much of your time”                                          “Sure, I clocked out when I got your call. I’m all yours as long as you need me”                        “You’re a sweetheart. I’ll make it worth the time babe”                                                                        We hopped in the back seat and in a short time we pulled up in front of a high rise. He leaned over and kissed me and told me to wait in the car, he’d be right back and he was gone. Brody looked at me in the rear view mirror.                                                                                                                     “Get comfortable, it takes him about twenty minutes. So you work with Greg. I’ve never seen you before”                                                                                                                                                 “We’ve been working on a project the last few weeks. I really only knew him professionally before that. We’ve never socialize before”                                                                                                       “He just fucked you, I can smell his cum on you. Fucking hot, makes me horny”                                 I just sat there shocked yet again.                                                                                                            “It was the same for me the first time. It’s his way of marking his territory kinda. Don’t worry about it, I love the smell”                                                                                                                               “He,…. Ah,……. “                                                                                                                                   “Yeah, he fucks me too. At least once week, more or less. Been doing it for about two and a half years now, I wish I had more time”                                                                                                         “I’d have never suspected you were gay”                                                                                                  “I didn’t ether until I met Greg. I’d never even considered sex with a dude. I had only been with chic                                                                                                                                                         “Wow, no kidding”                                                                                                                                   “Oh yeah, if you’d a told me that morning I’d be begging some dude to “breed my pussy” by the end of the day. I’d a kicked your ass. I haven’t touched a real pussy since”.                                      He told me about how it all happened that first time, then told me how it had been ever since. I was blown away, I just couldn’t believe it. This kid was a typical pussy chasing frat boy one minute and a few hours with Greg and all he could think about was getting fucked up the ass again. I guess I lost track of time because all of a sudden Greg is getting in the car with us.              “What’s up boys? You two talking about me, I hope”                                                                            He laughed. He was freshly showered and hair done, in some cream colored chinos and a shocking pink shirt. As per usual, he looked fantastic. He looked down at me saying….                   “I think you’ll like this place, I’m friends with the owner. Brody babe, you know the place”        Soon we’re pulling up in front of this place. I’d read about it but had never been there. He handed Brody a few hundred dollar bills and said he’d see him soon. We were shown to our table where another beautiful man was waiting. He stood as we approached and hugged Greg and the he looked at me with an appraising look. He was taller than me, shoulder length curly dark hair cut all one length and dark flashing eyes. He’s slim and well built and dressed all in black.                  “Who do we have here, I thought it was just gonna be the two of us”                                       “Jorden, this is Chris…..”                                                                                                                       “You don’t mean “THE” Chris from work? Your boss?”                                                                    “Well yes and no. It’s nice to meet you. I’m not his immediate boss, he doesn’t normally answer to me. We’re just working on a project together and….”                                                                       “He’s the boss. He’s pretty much the CEO’s right hand man”Needless to say, I was a bit embarrassed. I was glad we were in this high backed round booth so no one could hear all this or see me squirm. I’m just sure I was red faced. I was just happy when the waiter came up to take our orders. As soon as he realized who was at his table his face lit up.                                        “Greg and Jordan! It’s so good to see you again. What’s it been, almost a month?”                       “Oh please, it was just a couple of weeks ago, before Greg started putting in all those extra hours with the slave driver. Simon, this is Chris, Greg’s slave driver, oh I mean boss. Chris, this is Simon, he’s a mess but we love him. I want my usual and can I get another dirty martini?”“Chris, it’s nice to meet you. I know what Greg wants but what can I get you”                                                       “Bring him the same thing as me and get him a glass of that good white wine I had last time and I’ll take my usual bourbon to start. You know what to do. Guys, talk among yourself’s. I’ll be right back”                                                                                                                                                           He leaned in and kissed me, literally licking my tonsils, another peck on the lips then hopped up and walked away. Jordan scooted around closer to me and smiled.                                                 “It’s so great to finally meet you. He’s been talking about you almost since he started working there. It took him way longer to finally landed you. I’ve been giving him so much shit about it. I told him he was losing his touch, he said you hated him. What changed?”                                             “He hasn’t landed anything, especially not me. We just work together, Mike, the CEO, asked us to take on a major project and put us together, that’s all”                                                                       “With a kiss like that? You can tell yourself what ever you like but I know for a fact he’s recently had that huge cock of his up your ass. You smell like his cum. You got his brand all over you. I bet he scooped his cum out of your ass and rubbed it all over your body, didn’t he. It’s his way of making you his”                                                                                                                                    “Then you and Greg?”                                                                                                                          “Me? Oh God no. We’ve never fucked. Two tops don’t make a bottom but we have shared a few. He’s got this hot frat boy we bang. He thought he was straight until Greg popped that cherry”“You mean Brody? The Lyft driver?”                                                                                                “That’s him. That boy was banging every girl that gave him a second look now I’ll bet half the guys in his fraternity and some of their dads have fucked him. He’s the official house pussy, they got him a really nice sling in the basement and on special occasions he lays back in it playing with his nipples and cock and let’s anyone and everyone breed his pussy. The kids a total cum dump and he just worships Greg”.                                                                                                                             “Oh my god! Isn’t he afraid he’s gonna catch something?”                                                            “Greg got him set up on PrEP and he’s checked all the time”                                                                A food runner brought our drinks and I took a hardy sip, I needed it. This was all just too much but somehow it seemed to all fit with his larger than life personality. I wondered what was taking him so long as I looked around. Jordan continued on….                                                                                 “I kidded him about you but he was so smitten, I couldn’t resist. He tried like hell to get your attention but evidently you’re a tough nut to crack”.                                                                               “I had no idea he was interested in me”.                                                                                               “He said you froze him out. I threatened to come over to the office and let you in on the secret and he nearly had a stroke. He tried to impress you but nothing worked. See why I thought he was losing his touch? Guys throw themselves at him all the time and the one guy he wants, wants nothing to do with him. I was killing myself laughing. Now here you sit, freshly fucked and reeking of his cum. Gotta give the devil his due, he wanted you and he got you. Took him a long time but here you are”                                                                                                                                            “So this was just a game and I was some kind of fucked up prize? I think I need to get out of here before he gets back”                                                                                                                                     I start to slide out of the booth just as he appears and slides in next to me. He takes my head in his hands and kisses me again like he did when he left but somethings different. He tastes like cum, his cum and something else. He pulled me back and said…                                                    “Did you miss me pretty boy? What did you two talk about while I was gone?”                             “We chatted about your boy toy, Brody. Among other topics of interest. You were right, he’s very handsome but I might have upset him a little. He was just trying to leave when you walked up”He slipped his arm around my shoulders and his intoxicating scent overwhelmed me again.        “What’s wrong babe? Don’t you like this place?”                                                                                    “I think I should go. I don’t belong here, I feel like a fool”                                                                     He pulled me in tighter and kissed me again                                                                                                      “No baby. You’re mine and I want you to stay”.                                                                                     “Did you just have sex with that waiter”                                                                                               “Oh yeah. Every time I come in I plow Simon. He’s a great guy”.                                                             “I see……. I need to run to the restroom right quick. Let me slip out right quick”.                              He let me out and I walked off. As soon as I was out of sight, I headed for the door. I flagged down a cab and went home. I put my phone on silent and got cleaned up. I worked on the project putting the finale touches in place. By the time I went to bed I had it finished. I sent an email to Michael and Greg letting them know it was ready to be presented to TriMark ASAP and went to bed. I was up early and in my office by six the next morning. I put a sign on my office door asking not to be disturbed and locked myself in. Greg had been blowing up my phone until I blocked his number. When Michael came in he called me. I informed him I would do the presentation with Greg as soon as it was set up but I wouldn’t be dealing with him after that. I also said as soon as the deal was done I would be using unused vacation time and would be gone for a while. Michael was pretty surprised, he’d been trying to get me to take a vacation for several years. Greg tried like hell to talk to me but I kept my distance. I ether stayed in my office or worked from home until the meeting with TriMark. The day of the meeting, I was all poised and prepared. I’d briefly met with Greg and Michael before to set our plan and then went in and closed it. Michael was thrilled and invited us out for a drink. I tried to get out of it but he wasn’t having it. I agreed to meet them at the bar in the building next door after work. Michael was already there when I arrived so I ordered my drink and ran to the restroom right quick. I was just washing my hands when Greg walks in. I instantly felt my face harden as I glared back at him in the mirror.                                 “I’m here because Michael asked me to. As soon as I finish my drink, I’m out. You stay the fuck away from me”                                                                                                                                                “I just wanted to talk to you. Please let me take you to dinner or something”                             “Why? You feel the need to fuck another waiter while I wait? I don’t think so. Go play your games with some other fool, this ones done”                                                                                                        I pushed past him and headed back to the table. He came out a short time later. He was polite as was I but true to my word I was gone within minutes of finishing my drink. I said good bye and was gone before the table was cleared. Two hours later I was at the airport waiting for my flight out of the city hours after that I was settling into my hotel bed overlooking Boston. I did the tourist thing, I saw the sites, ate wonderful meals and put everything behind me. After two weeks, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I’d planed to pretty much see most of New England and be gone a couple of months but being practically a workaholic, I missed my office and headed home. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming, I was just at my desk Monday morning when everyone came in. This time I didn’t keep the door closed and a steady stream of people were dropping by to welcome me back. Not that I was looking but I didn’t see Greg all day. About six I started to get hungry and got ready to go. I walked out of my office and headed to the elevator and that’s when I see him. He looked like hell, his suit was rumpled, shoes not shined, his perfect hair was just kinda limp looking and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. His eyes met mine and they were watery and blood shot, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He took one look at me and backed away, ducking into the stairwell. I just got on the elevator and headed down. I stopped for a little dinner and headed home. As I walked in the lobby a familiar face turned to greet me. Greg’s friend Jordan was leaning on the counter chatting with the guard.                                                           “What are you doing here? I can’t think of one good reason so you can tell him to piss off and stay away”                                                                                                                                                        “He’s got no idea I’m here. He’d probably never speak to me again if he knew. I just want to talk”   I thought about it and allowed him up. He didn’t say anything until we got in my place.                 “I’d offer you a seat but I really don’t think you’re going to be here that long so get to it”              He followed me into the kitchen and I made myself a drink and he started talking.                             “I just thought you should know he’s not the man you walked out on anymore”                         “Don’t care”                                                                                                                                             “I’m sure of that. You broke him”                                                                                                                  I slammed my fist on the counter and yelled.                                                                                        “Are you fucking kidding me? He practically raped me, humiliated me in public. He treated me like I was a cheap prize at a tacky roadside carnival and you think I broke him? Get out of my house!”“Look, you have every reason to be mad, he fucked up bad and he knows it. He’s been strutting around getting his way all his life. He was a total man whore all through college and you know some of his track record lately but that’s all over now. You should see him, he looks like shit”        “I did, just a couple hours ago but that’s got nothing to do with me”                                               “It’s got everything to do with you. The stupid fuck is in love with you. He’s talked about you since he first met you. I just thought he wanted you because you didn’t want him and I think that was true in the beginning. But something was different, he didn’t talk about you as a potential conquest, he admired you. He said you started as a college intern, that true?”                           “Yes, for the last two years I was in school. Then they offered me a permanent position”

“The way he tells it, Mike hand picked you and groomed you to be his right hand. He said you have this quiet charm that is like the golden touch. Says you make it look so easy while he’s busting his ass to impress, you just glide in and have them in the palm of your hand”

“I don’t know about all that, Michael and I have a good working relationship. He’s like my work dad”

“From what Greg says, you’ll be CEO someday if the old man gets his way”

“That’s all well and good but what’s it have to do with Greg?”

“He was over the moon when the old man asked him to work with you on that project. He’s never been able to get near you, says you avoided him. He even tried to tone it down to impress you and still you wouldn’t let him in. You were making him crazy. That lunch where he cracked your icy shell and followed you back here. He got what he wanted, he got you and he was walking on air. Then he fucked it up. He should have never called that boy to drive you and he damn sure shouldn’t have brought you to dinner with me. The stupid fuck thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He gets you, you’re responding and then he goes back to his regular routine. Rubbing his boy toy, Brody in your face was his first mistake and then capping it off by fucking Simon, sealing his fate. He thought you’d just take whatever he dished out because you were into him. He never once thought a sophisticated man like you wouldn’t stand for that kind of bull shit. He’s been punishing himself ever since. He’s not taking care of himself, he drinks too much and has pretty much turned into a recluse. He just works all the time”

“What do you expect me to do about it? I’m guessing he called you or how else did you know I was back. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home early”

“Your assistant told me” 

“How the hell do you know Connor?”

“He and Greg met on Grindr before he started working for you. They dated for a while before he got a boyfriend. That’s how I met him. We’re just friends”

“Connors’s gay?”

“Yeah, Greg said you didn’t have a clue. Right under your nose and you didn’t see it”

“Well I sure didn’t. Never had a clue. For some reason I thought he had a girlfriend. I still don’t know what you want me to do about any of this. He brought it all on himself. He treated me like common trash, why would I put myself in that position again”

“I don’t know, I just thought you should know. I’m sorry for my part in all this. I really had no idea he was serious about you. Let’s face it, he wasn’t acting like it”

“Not sure what to do with the information but thanks for telling me”

“I’ll get out of your hair and let you have your evening. For what it’s worth, I like you. You’re a nice guy and you didn’t deserve all that”

He left and I was left to my thoughts. I’d had such a crush on this man and he destroyed me in one afternoon. I didn’t think I could ever trust him, now what. I tried to watch tv but couldn’t get into it. Tried reading but couldn’t concentrate so I just went to bed. I tossed and turned all night. Next morning I went for a long run well before the sun came up and was back at my desk by six. I get more done in those two hours before everyone comes in and it’s quiet so when I hear someone cough I perk up. No one ever comes in this early so I went out to investigate. I walk around to the other side off the office, seeing no one on my side. As I rounded the corner, Greg walks out of the break room with a cup of coffee. He sees me and stops dead in his tracks. He started to turn back to the door he came out of and I stopped him.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m not going to make trouble for you. We have to work in the same office so let’s just move on”

“Chris, I’m so sorry. I swear I won’t bother you in any way” he said softly 

He looked better than he did the day before but not much. His suit was fresh and his hair was combed, he shaved and his eyes weren’t red this time but he was still very different. His body language was off, he kinda stooped and kept his head down and I never ever remember him speaking softly before. His normal bravado was gone. It didn’t suit him.

“Look, it just got out of hand. Let’s just try to move past it”

“What ever you say. I’m glad your back, things run smoothly when you’re here. Mikes been a little on edge without you close by. I hear he was afraid you wouldn’t come back, so was I”

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon”

I walked back to my office and sat down. That kinda shook me. He’s so different, he’s like a kid that’s beat all the time. It was strange.Time went on and things got back to normal. Greg pulled himself together and looked as good as he always had but he was a lot less out there. I noticed his tan wasn’t as dark and the blonde highlights faded away. I would hear him laughing once in a while but not like the big boisterous laughing that used to ring out all the time. He was still fairly loud but I figured that part wasn’t likely to change from what he’d told me about his family. I even let my guard down a bit. I’d speak when I saw him and I no longer avoided him. But he never came on my side of the office unless he had to. On personal assistants day, I asked Connor out to lunch. Just as we were seated, Jordan and Greg show up and Jordan bee lines over to say hello. Greg look like he wanted leave but they ended up joining us at our table. Jordan was just as charming and funny as usual and he and Connor chatted. I joined in as well but Greg hardly said a thing but although he tried not to look up much I noticed he couldn’t keep his sad eyes off me. Those beautiful blue eyes, my mind flashed back to that fateful day as he held my attention as his big cock pumped in and out of me. It was almost to much to think about, I was still so drawn to him no matter how much I distrusted him. It kept crossing my mind what it felt like to have him deep inside me. I hadn’t touched another man since that day and I wanted him again. I found myself staring at him. He got restless in his seat before announcing he needed to step away and make a call. From my seat I could just see him standing at the far end of the bar. He never touched his phone but he did down a big glass of water. He just stood there with his hands braced on the bar looking down at nothing. A few minutes later he seemed to gather himself and made his way back to the table. He tried not to stare at me and for the most part he succeeds. We got through the lunch and we went back to work. A week later, I’m digging for something in the supply room and I hear two associates talking in hushed tones around the corner. The usual office gossip and I’m really not paying attention until I hear them talk about Greg. One was saying that he was thinking of turning in his resignation, said ever since that big TriMark deal, he was so miserable. It’s like he’d had a death in the family and couldn’t get over it. He said his assistant said it was like working in a funeral home. Just so sad feeling. They went on about a few other things and then moved on. I felt somehow responsible, I remembered what Jordan had said to me and the way he acted at that lunch. It really was about me. I needed to talk to him and try to fix this. I knew where he lived just not the unit number. I found that information and Saturday morning I went over. I walked in with a bunch of people and security didn’t even notice me. I made my way to his door and paced the hall for a few minutes trying to work up the nerve to knock. Just as I make up my mind to do so, he opens the door with a bag of trash. He sees me standing there and kinda goes white.
“Hi. Can we talk?”

“Let me get rid of this. Go on in and have a seat”

I walk in and see what would normally be a bright and sunny space is completely dark. Black out shades are closed and only one lamp is on giving light to the area. I stand in the entrance and wait and soon he’s back.
“Would you like something to drink, water or something? I have some orange juice”

“Water would be nice”He walked into the kitchen and I followed. He pulled a bottle from the fridge and handed it to me.

“Have a seat”

I sit down at the breakfast bar and he remained across the room leaning on the counter.
“Come sit with me”

“I don’t think I should”

“Just sit down”

Me moves to a stool but pulls it around to the other side of the bar.

“You didn’t need to do that”

“It’s better this way. What can I do for you?”

“I hear you’re thinking of leaving and I think it might be my fault. Wanna talk about it?”

“How the hell…”

“Office gossip, not much gets past me”

“It’s true. I’m thinking it’s time”

“Is this because of me?”

He dropped his eyes and looked away

“So that’s a yes. I don’t want you to leave. You’re so good at everything you do. You’re such an asset to the company”

“I can’t be around you anymore. All I can think about is what I did and how bad I fucked up. In one afternoon, It went from you hating me to likening me to giving yourself to me to fucking everything up and you back to hating me all over again. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I was so into you but I was so fucking cocky. I don’t blame you for hating me in the least bit but I can’t work around you when all I want to do is take you in my arms and hold you. I can’t do it. I thought I could, God knows I tried but I’m not that strong”

“Greg, you need to be honest with yourself. You only wanted my skinny ass because I wouldn’t have anything to do with you”

“Yeah, that’s true, but only for about a month. Then I found out more about you, you impressed me, they way you handled yourself the way Mike leans on you. You’re the big company asset, not me. I’m the class clown”

“Michael doesn’t think that and I don’t ether. He put us together on purpose. He came to me and asked me to work with you. He said you were smart and really knew what you were doing”

“No kidding, he didn’t ask me, he told me. He also told me to calm my ass down because I could learn a lot from you. He told me to pay attention and to pull it back and we’d make it happen”

“Well it worked, we nailed it”

“You nailed it, I nearly ruined it. My frat boy dick, anyway. What an idiot. God I wanted you but I sure went about it all wrong. I really am sorry”

“Stop apologizing already, enough. I wanted you too. I had such a crush on you, I’ve never been with anyone like you in my life”

“I used that to get my way. It shouldn’t have happened”

“I’m glad it did. I couldn’t have admitted it before but that was the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me. It just didn’t end well”

“No it didn’t. But it was well worth the wait. That I’m not sorry about”

“I don’t get what you wanted with me. I’ve seen some of the guys you’ve been with and I’m nothing like them. Even Connor has me beat, hands down”

“How’d you know about him? That was before he ever came to work for you”

“Jordan told me. He told me lots of things. He’s worried about you”

“He’s gotta big mouth but he’s been a good friend. I’ll miss him”

“Where are you going?”

“I think I should start over someplace like New York or Dallas, maybe LA”

“You don’t need to go anywhere. Michael likes you, you have a good thing going here”

“I’ve made a mess of things around here. It’s time for a fresh start”

“You fucked up with me, that’s it. You can move past it”

“Honestly, you sitting here right now is more than I could hope for. I still want to be with you”

“You want honesty? I want you too. I just don’t trust you. I’m not a toy in a big box of other toys to be played with on a whim. I don’t operate that way. I’m not anyone’s second fiddle or an afterthought. I want someone who puts me first. I don’t want to be dominated or coerced into anything. I wanna be loved for just being me”

“I’d like to be that for you”

“You don’t even know me. How can you make a statement like that?”

“I know enough. I’ve studied you for a long time. I know more than you think”

“So you’re a stalker then”

“I’d like to call it an infatuation”

“Stalker”

I grinned and gave him a wink.

“You’re a tough nut to crack”

I just shrugged my shoulders

 “Have dinner with me. You pick the place”

“But I don’t trust you”

“I know that. I want to earn your trust. It’s just dinner, I owe you one. I gotta start somewhere”

“I’ll think about it”“I won’t try anything, no sex or sex talk. I’ll be a prefect gentleman or as close as I can get. I don’t have your polish as Mike says”

I laughed 

“I like it when you laugh. Please give me a chance”

I agreed and told him to pick me up at seven and bring a car. I had no intention of riding with Brody again and made sure he knew it. That evening he picked me up and we drove to a little place out on the lake. I wanted some place he wasn’t likely to know anyone. Good to his word, he was a gentleman and we had a good time. I’d go out with him once or twice a week and we slowly got to know each other. I wanted him so bad but I just couldn’t get past my trust issues. One night at my place we were kissing on the couch and I confessed that to him. He just held me and said he understood. He told me he hadn’t been with another man since me but I had to remind him about Simon. He looked like I’d sucker punched him but he didn’t say a word. A few days later he came to my place. He handed me a small red box like a ring comes in. I looked at him in surprise “It’s not what you think”I opened it and a small key was tucked in the place a ring should be. Now I was really confused. What the hell was this?“I know you need to be in control so I’m giving it to you. I got a chastity device, a cock cage, I can’t have any sort of intercourse without its removal. I can’t even touch myself or play with myself without your approval. I told you I haven’t done anything and I won’t until you say so. I don’t want anyone but you and I’ll prove it”

 “You don’t need to do that. I’ll get there. I don’t want to deny you anything”

“Really, it’s okay. I pretty much been living like a monk since that day. I can do this to prove myself to you”

Gotta tell you, that made me horny as hell. I loved having this power over him. I gave him an evil grin

.“What are you grinning about?”

“This could be very interesting. So when do you start wearing it?”

“It’s already on”

“Show me?”He starts to unzip his jeans and I stopped him.

 “I want a show pretty boy. Show me what you got”

“Your not serious”“Very. You had a very good time making me feel cheap, I think turn about is fair play”I grabbed my phone and did a quick search for stripper music and cranked it up.

“Jordan said you were quite the man whore so slut it up big boy”

He was pretty surprised and I was loving it. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a couple of ones and waved them around.

 “I think I’m worth more than that”

“We’ll see. Move it, shake that money maker”

He just shook his head in disbelief and started grinding his hips. He starts removing his shirt and flexing his body, soon the jeans were coming down and he’s bouncing his perfect ass in my face. I reached out and popped him as hard as I could on that perky ass and you should have seen him jump. I’m talking trash and telling him what a slutty bitch he is as he slipped out of his sexy little briefs and then he turns around and he’s holding them in front of his cock. I’m yelling and waving those bills in his face and he drops the briefs and I see it. I’d seen some on Tumbler before but they were more to make the cock disappear. This looked like a real cage with rings of stainless steel. You gotta remember, Greg is really hung big so this was no tiny little thing but it was damn sure to small for all the cock it was holding. It arched down and had a big cock ring attached. It looked like it hurt to have it on. I switched off the music and looked up at him…

.“Are you crazy? That’s a torture device. You can’t walk around with that thing on”

“I can do this for you. What I did was shitty, this is just uncomfortable”

“What happens if you get turned on?”

“It has little spikes that will stop me from getting hard”

“How are you going to piss?”

“Sitting down like a woman”

“What about hygiene? You can’t even wash yourself”

“That’s what the key is for. Once a week or when you see fit, you can unlock me and I can wash everything and shave. I was already clean shaven so it’s no big deal. I just gotta keep up with it so it doesn’t get caught in the mechanism. I’m in your hands, you’re the master and I’m at your mercy. I have to submit to your desires”

I had to admit, he looked sexy as hell and the more I looked at him the more I wanted him.

“You know, I could be evil to you and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. I could play with myself and make you watch or or or better yet with some other man” his face froze when I said that. He didn’t like the sound of that one bit, “I could fuck some other man…… Someone like Jordan” I could see him visibly relax

“He’s not a bottom”

“Yes, I know. He told me”

Now he looked both hurt and mad. I pushed it even farther….

“He’s a hot looking man. I could do worse” I said thoughtfully “you could sit in a chair beside the bed and watch. Wouldn’t you just love that? He said you’ve shared guys before. He told me all about you guys and Brody, that frat boy cum dump”

I think I went to far, he sat down on the couch and dropped his head.

“I deserve it. You’re never going to forgive me, are you”

I moved over next to him, handed him the key and said…

“Take that thing off. I have no intention of doing anything with anyone. I also have no desire to make you my slave. I care to much about you. But I sure liked the little show you put on for me. I love looking at you, always have. I just wasn’t ready”

He took that contraption off his beautiful cock and stood to gather his clothes.

 “I didn’t say I wanted you to get dressed. I just told you I like looking at you and I wanna see everything I’ve been missing all this time”

“You’re making me crazy”

I crawled into his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“I like you naked. You’re too pretty to ever put clothes on”

He pulled me down on the couch and started making out with me. He slid his hand up under my shirt and brushed his fingers over a nipple making me shutter. His warm strong hand moved over my chest driving me crazy. His other hand was behind my neck pulling me in tighter. The front of the shirt road up and soon was up to my neck then he just pulled over my head. He worked my body like mad and I’m practically going crazy. I didn’t even notice he had my shorts and underwear pulled down. His tongue was all over me. He seems to be everywhere at the same time. Hands, tongue, everything. I’m breathing hard and getting a little light headed and he stopped. He pushes up and is looking down at me with a wild look on his face.

.“Oh God, I’m doing it again” he pulls back even further “I’m taking over again. I can’t stop forcing myself on you”

“Oh my god! You’re killing me. I had you stay naked for a reason. I can’t hold out anymore. Fuck me damn it! I need you!”

“I don’t want to mess this up. I gotta prove myself trustworthy”

“I think I got my answer so for gods sake, fuck me. But if you fuck around on me without my permission, I’m locking your dick in that thing for good”

“Shit, I think I like the passive you. This one’s a little scary”

I reached up and pinched pinched his nipple. I meant it in fun but he moaned and dove in and kissed me. We’re making out like horny teenagers before I knew what’s happening. Soon he’s got my clothes off and’s all over me. Next thing I know, he’s scooped me up in his arms like a new bride and takes me to his bed. It wasn’t like the last time, this was different. He wasn’t dominating or forceful, he was gentle and tender. We spent the rest of that day in bed. Within a few months we were pretty much inseparable. Thing’s got back to normal at the office and he was pretty much back to his old self only now he wasn’t obnoxious and overbearing. Everyone still flocked around him but it was different now. A year later we were married and shocked the hell out of the office staff. Everyone still thought he was straight, In my office, on the wall hung a shadow box with a little chain and hammer attached to the side. Mounted in the middle hung a little key and a brass plate that read ‘Break Glass In Case Of Emergency”. People asked me about that all the time and I just smile and tell them it’s an insurance policy.His whoring around days are over, now he only gets wild with me. Oh and in case you’re wondering, I may be the bottom in our relationship but I’m also the boss as well.

By the time I was fifteen, I had been working in theatre, local TV, commercials and in catalogs in a big American city for five years. That summer I was invited to Summer Stock in another state to appear in a comedy and a musical. I arrived there and met my cabin mates, three good looking guys a few years older than me. Jenson (Ginger), Rick (Black being a man of color) and Blonde Ross (Not their real names) 

While unpacking we got to know each other. One was from my city and belonged to the same Young Talent agency. Of course they talked about graduating and moving to LA and becoming a star. (One guy did become a TV actor but did not become a “star”) After coming back from the dinner lodge, passing a window of my cabin I heard voices.

Rick was talking to Jenson. “Did you see his ass in underwear?”

“I did. Got hard. You know I love cute bottoms.”

Rick smiled. “I would love to fuck that butt.”

“I’d love to watch you fuck his butt, if I get a turn.”

Ya know, how you know when someone is talking about you? A warn finger went up my back. What I noticed more importantly was a stirring, a sensation in my cock. In the theatre/acting world you grow up fast. You have to. I’ve been around flamboyant and macho gay men, drag queens, Producer pedophiles, drugs, bitchy actresses, booze, a friend whose parents stole all his money You’re exposed to the real world very early. BTW I swear … every drag queen is a theatrical costumer. I came to believe they were the guardians of kid actors. But that is another story.

So, for the first time in my life I had an epiphany. Something about their conversation and the images that came from their words, I realized I was gay too. I had long wondered if I was. I have looked at men, Rick said he wanted me which made me feel ten feet tall.

After the campfire we came back to the cabin. Walking in, Rick, who hadn’t gone to the campfire, whistled at me. The two others entered. Rick was in blue jockey shorts with white piping. Jenson went to his bed and stripped to white briefs. Fruit of the Loom I noticed. I dropped my pants threw ’em on my bunk. I was wearing no name briefs with a red stripe around the waistband.
Ross waved a joint around. “Whose up for it. Hey new boy, Ronnie. Ya ever smoked pot?”

“Come on man. It’s 1975 everybody smokes pot,” I countered. I had my first ‘high’ a year earlier. I love the stuff. He passed me the joint. I took a good drag and held the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could. Gave it back to him.

Ross turned on his stereo. The Eagel’s One of these Nights suddenly came on. As the marijuana took affect we all began to dance. Jenson pined me against the closet/dresser between the bunk beds. He pulled my shirt off. We danced. The pot was good. Rick came over to me. He nuzzled my neck. Blew in my ear ” You’re a handsome little boy.”

“I’m not a little boy.” I spit out.

“Course, you’re not.”

Jenson asked if I was straight or gay.

This was my first time saying it. “I’m Gay!”

Ross asked how old I was. “We’re all 18 and gayier than gay!”

Laughing I said, “I turn sixteen on August 4.”

“I turn 18 on August 5.” Jenson shared.

I launched my arm in the air shouting, “Leos Unite!”

Rick’s hands began rubbing my shoulders. Jenson started groping my ass . Ross kissed me putting his tongue in my mouth. Jenson stuck his hand in my underwear grabbing my cock. “Nice meat” I started getting hard.” The three surrounded me and took turns, kissing me, groping my ass and jacking my ever growing hard-on. I felt like I died and gone to gay heaven

“What have you done sexually?’

“I dated two girls. But one was more like a friend but the other date. We were sitting in a car at the drive-in. The girl, Anita Mann, took my hand and put it on her breast. It freaked me out! Squishy thingy boobs.”

“Have you touched a dude’s dick, done anal? Blowjob?”

“Not yet. I’ve had offers from older men. But if I’m gonna try it I want to do it with someone close to my age, you know.”

Rick smiled. Oh that sexy smile. “Would you like me to fuck you?”

“Not fair I called dibs on him this morning.” Ross pointed out.

We all laughed.

Speaking to Rick, “If we do it here, those two are gonna watch.”

Ross and Jenson yelled, “Oh hell, No!! I won’t be watching, I’ll be sucking your cock.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay, lI’ll do it.”

They walked me to big round rug inches away. We all dropped our underwear on the floor. Every man/boy had nice bodies and Rick had a big dick. But then I turned and saw Jenson’s enormous shlong.”Wow!!”

Ross made it clear that …”We will fuck the boy smallest dick first and I’ll be the last.” Jenson announced

Rick continued kissing me. Then suddenly. “Take my cock.” He whispered.”. My hand took hold of him. It felt so natural. So manly. I could feel the weight of his cock in my hand. His balls were low hangers. I started jacking him and then I bent down and licked the head of his meat, he leaked spooge. I licked it. I instantly loved the flavor. Ross began licking and tonguing my hole while Jenson swallowed my cock whole and sucking me. I was in sensory overload. Jenson was the first dude to suck my best friend, my Penis. 

Blowjobs are mind blowing. Greatest pleasure I’ve ever had up till then. 

Ross stopped licking my puckered hole and started lubing me up. Rick put me down on the rug in a Doggy-style position. Jenson stuck his big ole dong in my mouth, fucking it. Rick got under me feasting on my cock while Ross was fingering my slippery hole. He began easing his six-inch dick into virgin love tunnel. 

“Oh God! Okay!” I started breathing hard. More dick went in and I let out a howl. More dick, more louder moans.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh my gawd. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, oh my God!!!!”

“Man you are so tight.” Ross said breathlessly.

“Man I’m so a Virgin!!!!!”

Rick got up and made sure the windows were closed and he locked the door too. “You can’t get too loud baby boy. Other cabins close by. Jen put your underwear back on and shove your bulge on or in the Boy’s mouth when he moans ’cause Ross is start gonna doing his impresion of a jackhammer any minute. The kid’s gotta be tighter than tight.”

I saw a white bulge coming at me. I inhaled him. Male human dick cologne. His funk intoxicated me. The ass fucking increased tempo and I groaned loudly. Jenson grabbed the back of my head pushing me into his crotch. The smells …. Ah

The jackhammering commenced. But it didn’t last long. Ross screamed when he came. I felt it. I felt it in my ass. I love the feeling of a squirting cock up my butt. As Ross’s cum ran down my leg, Rick wasted no time inching his seven-incher into my boy pussy, inch by inch with me breath heavy and heavier trying to suppress a loud MOAN! His pounding increased. “Fuck! Damn. Owww! Oh God fuck!”

“This is the tightest butthole I have ever had the pleasure of plowing! Damn!! I love virgins. I’m cumming!” And I got another blast of goop up my poop chute. Rick was shaking while he came.

Jenson took no time in placing the head of his massive cock.on my pucker hole. He lubed me with three of his fingers up my hole. I liked that. His first inch made me speak a stream of swear words. The third inch I was moaning and getting louder. The fifth inch moved quickly to seven inches and I screamed out like a virgin pussy. 

When the eight-inch prick pierced my virginal man hole I got harder than I ever have before. I yelped and cussed as he pounded his cock into my hole. Rick grabbed a pair of underwear from the floor and began shoving it in my mouth. They were his. His blue Jockey shorts with the white piping. I tasted them. I smelled him. I licked the crotch. From the corner of my eye I saw Jenson’s fruit of the loom briefs and brought them to my nose. I smelled the crotch which had heavy piss stains. I licked them. I pulled Rick’s underwear out my mouth. All this happening while I was being fucked very hard … but the pain, the pain went away when I inhaled the underwear. 

I stuffed Rick’s underwear in my mouth,   Yes, the butt pounding continued but it hurt no longer. The smells of men. Ahhhhh!!!

It was a great summer, a summer of growing. Went back to the big city, a new man. I decided to tell my mom and dad about being Gay. Never thinking of the possible consequences.
I sat them down in the living room. Said that this summer I had grown and am moving towards my furture. I had discovered something about myself that I wanted to share. “I’m gay Mom and Dad.” They said nothing. She stared at me and then suddenly she stood up and said, “Of course you are, we’re Greek, we invented it.”

My Dad just lost it, screaming in laughter. The former Hippies didn’t care about my sexuality. 

The next day I went to Oakbrook Marshall Fields and bought a pair of Y-front blue jockey shorts with white piping. I still have them and wear them.

Ryan and Kai have been dating since a few months now. They have been really close friends until now. Its been almost 10 yrs since they got to know each other for the first time.

After finishing college, they thought to live together as well.

And since they started their jobs, they have been pretty busy and didn’t get to spend some time alone together and do some couple stuffsoften.

They only got weekends off and they end up resting and relaxing or doin pending works and household tasks.

But this weekend Ryan was feeling hornier than usual that he thought this time he just can’t be satisfied with just the regular kissing and makeout sessions.

He needed more.

Kai was on his way to the washroom to wash his face with his fav rose scented facewash, it was his usual routine in the afternoons.

He didn’t bother close the door of the washroom and began to scrub his face taking his sweet time. After he was done he washed his face with the water from the sink, then turned off the tap and when he looked up in the mirror he saw Ryan standing right behind him.

He turned around in surprise just as Ryan pounced on him and wrapped his arm around Kai’ waist, pulling him closer and smashing his lips with Kai’s wet and soft ones.

Kai was surprised to say the least and so he gasped which only let Ryan invade the sweet warm cavern of his mouth a lil deeper with his tongue. Ryan quickly wrapped both his arms around Kai’s waist and hoisted him up to let Kai sit on the counter and then stood between Kai’s wide open legs pulling Kai as close as possible and roaming his hands on Kai’s body wherever he pleased.

“W-wait..” Kai finally voiced out breathlessly when Ryan left his lips to attack his neck in a more obsessive manner.

Even thou Kai’s words were hesitant, his body said otherwise. He had his legs tightly wrapped around Ryan’s waist and his hands around Ryan’s neck as if welcoming his intrusion through his actions. Ofcourse Kai wanted Ryan as much as Ryan wanted Kai and it was because they love each other.

Ryan knew this and so he ignored Kai’s words and just kept goin on with his lust infused brain. He held Kai’s hair from behind and pulled on them so Kai’s pale neck was beautifully arched for him to devour as he wishes. He licked a spot there right where his neck and collarbone meets, then bit and sucked on it hard, making Kai moan in pain and pleasure at the same time.

“Uhn..R-ryan….”

Hearing Kai’s moans and seeing him calling his name while make such lewd expressions was just adding fuel to Ryan’s fiery lust. Ryan brought his right hand down in between them and pressed on Kai’s already hard cock, from over his pyjamas.

Ryan smiled knowing Kai wanted him just as bad as he did since Ryan was hard as a rock himself.

As Kai was moaning and squirming against him, ushering him to hurry up and free his dick out of his pyjamas already but Ryan took his sweet time kissing Kai hard and pressing on his dick harder.

It was a sweet torture for both of them.

Ryan wanted to see Kai beg him with that lewd pretty face of his, even though Ryan himself was on the verge of exploding.

“PLEASE…” Kai whined and he tighten his legs around Ryan’s waist, hoping to get some friction down there.

Ryan still didn’t give in though.

“What please? Tell me what you want clearly.” Ryan whispered in Kai’s ears and sucked on his earlobe making Kai moan and whine louder.

Kai knew how Ryan was and what he wanted to hear. So he gave it to him for the sake of his dick wanting to explode already.

“Please…fuck me.” Kai finally said while making eye contact with Ryan with his half lidded eyes and swollen wet lips.

Just what Ryan needed. He smirked knowing why Kai gave in so easily. But he got what he wanted and so he didn’t waste anymore time and gave in as well.

Ryan flipped Kai and had him stand against the sink. Both facing the mirror now able to see each other’s faces fueled with lust and fiery desires.

Ryan pulled down Kai’s pyjamas quickly and his own as well, and spread Kai’s plum asscheeks wider and spit on his fingers entering Kai’s asshole easily since how wet Kai already was from all the foreplay.

“Guess no need to prepare you since you look already well prepared for me, arent you?” Ryan said against Kai’s neck but still entered one and then two fingers into Kai’s wet lil butthole making Kai push back onto Ryan’s fingers.

To Ryan, Kai looked so hot while fucking himself on Ryan’s fingers like that and he couldn’t wait anymore. He quickly removed his fingers making Kai whine but wait for more in anticipation. He quickly took a condom out of the his pant’s pocket and slipped it on.

Then tapped his dick on Kai’s buttcheeks and on the crack in between making Kai buck his hips backwards again which in return had Ryan slap his asscheeks hard and grip them tightly to keep him still. He then slowly entered and Kai groaned. Kai was left breathless until Ryan was all inside him.

Ryan kissed Kai’s back and neck and brought his one hand to wrap around Kai’s throat and brought his back against his chest and slowly started moving while breathing on Kai’s neck, groaning at time feeling the tightness of Kai’s ass wrapped around his dick.

Kai was feeling so full and having Ryan’s warm breath against his skin was just making his feeling hotter and his body shudder with delight.

Both were so overwhelmed with the state of ecstacy and forget about everything else.

Ryan started thrusting faster and rammed in deep into Kai’s boy pussy which had Kai become a moaning mess and his dick didn’t stop leaking precum as it bounced back and forth.

“I have been wanting to fuck you so bad, baby” Ryan groaned as he railed Kai harder and faster.

“Mmmn ahhh..yesss!” Kai responded as he enjoyed every thrust.

Ryan then held both of Kai’s hands behind his back and fucked him faster and faster until Kai couldn’t take anymore and moaned loudly

“I-I am cumming!!”

“Yes baby cum with me”

Ryan was close as well and held Kai close to him again and thrusted harder as he stroked Kai’s dick at the same time making Kai arch his back and rest his head against Ryan’s shoulder and close his eyes and he neared his climax.

And then came the final thrust which had them both quivering and shaking as bolts of electricity ran through their entire body as they climaxed. Kai came on the sink and a little on the mirror as well and Ryan came inside Kai, in the condom.

They both breathed heavily as they rode their high. Ryan still inside Kai held him close, kissed his cheek and took his dick out of Kai’s hole which twitched in sudden emptiness.

Kai’s legs almost gave up but Ryan held him up by his waist after throwing off the condom.

They both cleaned up and went to bed to take a good afternoon nap together in each other’s arms.