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It was the summer before my senior year of college. I was staying in the city to take a couple of summer classes, instead of going home to work in my family’s hardware store. If I got these classes out of the way, my last semester would be a lot easier. I had been working at the “Endzone Sports Bar and Grill” for the last year and a half. During the school year I mostly worked weekends, but this summer I was working several weeknights. I was the bartender, there was a cook and his assistant, a server and the manager working on weeknights. The manager was great to work for, she had been working there for more than 5 years, about the same amount of time as the cook. The assistant and server were college students like me and we all started within a month of each other. We got along well, and work was actually fun most nights. On the weekends we would be much busier, and we would have an additional bartender, server and cook, the manager would also help behind the bar. The bar was open until 1 AM, the kitchen would stop serving at 10 PM, we would have to clean and stock everything for the next shift, and I would usually get to leave at 2 AM. If there were no customers after 11, we would be allowed to close early.

It was a Tuesday night in July, we had a good mix of drinkers and those coming in to eat. The last people ordering food had finished eating by 9:30 and the cooks had started their cleaning. Our regulars were seated at the bar and Jen, the server, and I were laughing and joking with them, as we always did. Cindy, the manager, was in the office doing some paperwork. By 11, Bob and Carla, the cook and assistant, joined our regulars at the bar and I got them each a drink. Our last three regulars left about 20 minutes later. There was still a couple sitting at a table in the corner. Jen and I started to call them Travis Kelse and Taylor Swift because they were just staring at each other all googly eyed in love. They were just nursing their beers and just oblivious to anything around them. If they would finish up, we could all go home for the night. Jen had gone to their table every 15 minutes to see if they needed anything else, they barely acknowledged her as they continued to stare into each other’s eyes. I would laugh every time Jen would turn away from them and roll her eyes, open her mouth, and poke her finger down her throat in a gagging gesture. At a little after midnight, we started shutting some of the dozen TVs off that were scattered around the bar. They still weren’t taking the hint. Finally, at 12:45, I announced, “last call”, this seemed to bring them back to reality. They looked around the empty bar and quickly downed their beer and left. I had the entire bar area cleaned and stocked, I just needed to wash their glasses and I would be ready to leave. Cindy came out of her office and laughed, “did Travis and Taylor finally leave?” She locked the front door, and we helped Jen finish cleaning the tables and put the chairs up. We also helped her sweep and vacuum the floor.

The temps had reached the nineties today, so once we had our cleaning done, we went to the bathroom and changed from the sweaty striped ref’s shirt and dress pants that we wore for our uniform, I changed into a pair of kaki cargo shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops. I decided to take my sweaty underwear off too and free ball on the drive home, it would be a lot cooler. We all walked to our cars together, something we started when one of the other servers was scared by an ex-boyfriend waiting for her one night, also because Cindy had the daily receipts with her. I looked at the clock in my car as I pulled out of the parking lot, it was 2:17.

My girlfriend had broken up with me right after we got back from Christmas break last January. We had started dating in our freshman year, and all of the sudden, she needed some alone time, or was trying to find herself, or some other bullshit. By Valentines Day, she was with another guy, so evidently it didn’t take her long to find herself. It didn’t bother me too much, the relationship had run its course and if she hadn’t ended things when she did, I probably would have before too much longer. As a result, the only action I had seen in the last six months was with Rosy Palmer and her five sisters.

The street I drove to get home took me past a strip mall. At this time of night, the only business that was open was an adult novelty shop. I had been in the store a couple of times before, when I was still with my girlfriend. We stopped in to buy a lace teddy for her to wear on a weekend trip we were taking. The store was set up with all the lingerie displayed in the area that could be seen through the front windows. Behind that was all the sex toys, videos, and magazines. It had been so long since I had been laid, and my hand was becoming quite boring, so, I decided to stop and see what they had in the way of a pocket pussy or a fleshlight. I had heard a couple of my buddies talking about them and it certainly sounded better than spending the night with internet porn and a bottle of hand lotion. The parking lot was empty, so I figured it would be a good time to stop and not be embarrassed by making such a purchase with a lot of other people being in the store.

A buzzer signaled my entrance, I saw the lone employee sitting behind the counter. He looked up from the book he was reading and smiled, “hi, how’s it going? Let me know if you need any help finding anything.”

I kept my head down as I walked by and gave him the reply, I am sure he has heard 1000 times, “oh, I’m just looking, thanks.”

He went back to his book, he appeared to be a college student, the book looked like a textbook. I glanced back at him as I walked around the store, I noticed that he was very good-looking. He was about my age, had very short, cropped black hair and his perfect white teeth were in direct contrast to his smooth ebony skin. I made my way through the teddies, underwear, and nighties, I walked around the corner and looked at a couple magazines, them some videos. The store clerk was still studying his book, so I continued looking around. I turned to see a wall filled with dildos, every size and color imaginable. I chuckled to myself, I don’t think I would want to meet the women who could take the huge one in the center of the wall, it had to be almost 20 inches long and 6 inches in diameter. There were lotions and lubes lined in perfect rows on the shelves next to the dildos, some scented, water based, oil based, man, I had no idea there were so many options. Finally, I saw what I was looking for, again, I was overwhelmed with the number of choices. Some were simple and plain, some had vibrators in them, and again, there dozens of sizes and colors. I pulled one off the peg hook to give it a closer look, the package had an opening so that you could feel the texture of the material. I hung it back up and was taking the next one, when I heard, “have you found one you like?” I nearly dropped the package as I turned to see the black adonis that had been sitting behind the counter, smiling at me. He apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

I blushed, “that’s ok, I was just… well, there are so many options.”

He chuckled, “yeah, there are. Maybe I can help you narrow it down. This section is a vinyl material, this section is latex, and here we have my favorite, silicone.” For the next five minutes, he explained the differences, giving me the details on each material. I stood there in awe of his knowledge and professionalism, it was like I was at Best Buy, and he was telling me all about the latest laptops there on display. I really didn’t hear a word he was saying, I was too busy staring at him. He was about 5’8”, 140 pounds, just a couple inches shorter and 20 pounds smaller than I was. He was wearing a purple polo shirt with the store logo on one side and a name tag that said “Troy” on the other. I looked down further, he had on black shorts, a pair of white Nikes, and had smooth, muscular calves. He continued to talk about the products that were displayed in front of us.

He said, “now this one is ribbed, we also have one with little nobs inside, they each kind have a different feel.” He smiled, “I have to admit, I kind of prefer the ribbed myself.”

I couldn’t believe that I was standing there with a complete stranger talking about jacking off.

He continued, “now this section has the larger toys, for those that are more well-endowed.”

I felt myself blush, he noticed and paused before he said, “oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you of course, can choose the size you need.”

I swallowed hard and noticed that my dick had indeed began to swell.

Troy turned back to the display, “this one has a vibrator built in, it’s rechargeable so you won’t need batteries. And this one actually strokes up and down the penis and is virtually hands free.”

I laughed, “shit, I would never have to find a girlfriend if I had that.”

He laughed too, “yeah, they make about anything these days.” He paused as he looked me over again, and I felt my face heat up once again. I noticed his eyes stopped at my crotch, I suddenly became aware of the fact that my cock was now fully hard and pushing against my shorts. I looked down and saw the wet spot that had appeared.

Troy smiled at me, “it looks like definitely don’t need the small size, would you like to try this one?”

He pulled a package from the wall and opened it up. He handed me the silicone masturbation device and said, “go ahead, put your finger inside this and see how real it feels.”

Am I really doing this? Am I really discussing something so personal with someone I have just met?

I slowly take the item, and just as Troy instructed me, I stick my finger inside. It was soft and fleshy, and I could feel the ribs on the sides, I was sure Troy was right, this would feel good rubbing on my cock. I swallowed hard as looked back at Troy.

He smiled as he licked his lips and looked around the store, he said, “maybe you would like to see how it feels.”

I croaked out, “what do you mean?”

He grinned as he ran his hand along my hard-on, he said, “you seem to be a little excited and by the size of the wet spot on your shorts, I think you could use some relief.”

I looked down as he unbuttoned my shorts and my cock jumped out. My shorts fell to floor, leaving me fully exposed to Troy and anyone else that would happen into the store. He rubbed his finger across the leaking head of my cock and smeared my precum on my shaft. He took the silicone pocket pussy from my hand, spit into the opening and slid my dick inside. I sighed as Troy slid the silicone down the entire length of my manhood. He smiled at me as he started to pull back and forth, holy shit, Troy was right, the ribs were incredible, and he knew just how to squeeze at the right times.

He smiled at me and asked, “how does that feel?”

I panted, “good.”

He asked, “does it feel like a real mouth?”

I nodded, “yeah, sort of.”

He grinned and said, “maybe we should let you compare the toy to the real thing.”

Before I could comprehend what, he meant, Troy pulled the silicone from my cock and fell to his knees and took my dick into his mouth. I gasped as my knees buckled, I steadied myself by placing my hands on his shoulders. I didn’t stop him, I just looked down as he bobbed up and down then switched back to the toy, then back to his mouth, over and over again. He gave me the best blow job I had ever gotten in my entire life. It damn sure was a better sucking than any girl had ever given me. Troy began to massage my nuts as he continued to suck my cock, he felt them start to tighten and my breathing quicken. He abruptly let my dick fall from his mouth as he stood up and kissed my full on the lips. My head was spinning and without thinking, I kissed him back, for a good five minutes.

He stepped back with a big smile, “that was nice, let’s try another toy.”

Before I could answer, he turned back to the rack and pulled another package from the display. He ripped open the package and gave it a couple tugs, stretching it out. It was about twice as long as the last toy, it was a see-through purple color, and I could see little nobs inside on one end. Troy smiled as he took my cock and guided it into the toy. Again, he was right, the nobs gave my dick a completely different sensation than the ribs of the last toy. Our eyes were locked on each other as he worked the toy back and forth on my cock. I dropped my gaze and noticed that my dick was only filling about half of the toy, I looked back up at Troy, he said, “this one is more fun with a friend.” He stepped back a little and unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He moved directly in front of me as I looked down at his rock-hard ebony cock standing proud of trimmed black bush, his full nuts hanging low against his thighs. He stepped in closer and fed his dick into the other end of the toy he was stroking my cock with. My eyes went wide as I watched his cock inch further into the see-through toy until his dickhead touched mine.

Troy leaned in and we kissed as he worked the toy back and forth on our stiff poles. He broke our kiss and stepped in closer, his cock was now on top of mine and the silicone stretched to accommodate the thickness of both of our dicks. I had never touched another man’s cock, let alone rubbed my own cock against one. Troy once again stopped stroking just before I was ready to cum, he removed our dicks from the toy and turned back the display and grabbed another package. He turned back to me as he opened it and said, “this one feels just like fucking a tight ass.” He took a bottle of lube from the shelf next to the display and squirted the contents on my dick and new toy. He guided my cock inside and smiled at me as he worked my dick in and out of the tight hole. He had moved to my side, and he had his still hard cock pushed against my leg, I put my arm around him as he worked the toy up and down my shaft.

He asked, “does it feel like a real ass?”

I said, “I have never fucked an ass before.”

He chuckled, “ok, we need to change that, right now.”

He pulled the toy from my cock and squirt some lube into his hand and spread it all over his ass crack. He pulled me to the floor and got on his hands and knees in front of me. He looked over his shoulder and winked, “give me that cock, big boy.” He had me under his spell, I slowly moved forward until my cock was pointed at his waiting hole. He gave me one more look over his shoulder as I pushed in past the first ring of muscle. I paused to allow him time to adjust to my dick, then pushed in until I was balls deep in his warm tight ass. The toy felt great, but Troy’s ass was incredible. He moaned as I started to push in and out, he was soon pushing back and we got into a steady rhythm. I felt that familiar tingling and balls tighten, I knew I was getting close.

I panted, “I’m going to cum.”

He pushed back tight against me and said, “fill me with your seed, stud.”

I probably wouldn’t have had time to pull out anyway, I exploded with what felt like biggest load I had ever shot in my life. Troy also spilled his seed on the floor below him. We fell forward, with me still embedded in his hole and tried to catch our breath. Once my shrinking cock fell from his cum slickened hole, I fell to the floor beside Troy. He smiled as he came to me for another round of kissing.

He asked, “what was better, my ass, or the toy?”

I chuckled, “definitely your ass.”

He gave me another quick kiss, “yep, the toys are ok to get you by, but there is no substitute for the real thing.”

I’m not sure where they came from, but Troy had a roll of paper towels in one hand and was cleaning the cum he had shot on the floor with the other. He gave me a few towels and I cleaned my dick as we both started to pull our shorts back on.

We chuckled as we gathered up all the “samples”, walked to the front counter and I pulled out my debit card.

He smiled, “you don’t have buy anything you don’t want.”

I smiled back, “I’ll take everything, thanks.”

He handed me the bag of goodies and I walked toward the door, just as another couple walked in.

He cheerfully said, “thank you sir, please come again.” I grinned at him as he turned his attention to the new customers, “hi folks, please let me know if you need help finding anything.”

I set the bag on the passenger seat next to me as I started my car. I laughed to myself as I looked at the bag that had just cost me over $100, “either Troy is the world’s best salesman, or I am the biggest push over to ever walk into that store.”

 

The End.

A continuation of Bill Drake’s iconic Cornell TX.

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“Alright gentlemen, a new contract came down from on high and it’s a doozy so listen up.”

A group of battle-scarred mercenaries sat in their mobile war room, each one more weathered and brawny than the next. At the head of the table was their no-nonsense squadron leader, Hawk, who chewed on a fat cigar while he studied a redacted file on a glowing tablet marked “Top Secret.”

“This shit is gonna be unbelievable, so let me just get it all out before you all jump in and start having opinions. Understood?

There’s been a big fucking hitch in the boss’s plans. Apparently, we got a little backwater town in the middle of bumfuck Texas that’s somehow managed to avoid the bullshit infertility the rest of the world has lived with for decades. Bastards have been fucking each other and popping babies out left and right without any fertile women…and the US government has been aware of it almost since Day 1. The world population is down by over two billion, whole economies have collapsed, supply lines are broken across the country and instead of sharing the news of this ‘miracle’, our government has covered it up.”

“…probably because they know how fucked up and gay this shit is. Haha.” Stitch, the thick-necked comms specialist interrupted.

“Or they want to figure out the best way to exploit this…perversion before the rest of the world does.” Piped Blitzkrieg, disgusted. With a stern look from Hawk, however, the two men quieted.

“According to the dossier, this circus has something to do with the radiation found in minerals around…Lake Attahachee. Our science boys believe it’s more complicated than that.” Hawk paused, squinting at the printout without any comprehension.

“Something about ‘irradiated microbes’, look I can tell you right now I’m not answering questions about microbes that make you queer. The point is, the air can permanently change your biological sex to what these horndogs call a ‘breeder’ or ‘bearer’. Oh and apparently ‘ambisexual’ is a thing in rare cases so congrats to them… More often than not, however, your tight little asses are gonna turn into breeding grounds for fat and fertile dicks if you don’t make sure to wear the PPE issued by Quartermaster within the county line at all times. I know that might sound like a party to a few of you pansies, but if your asshole starts leaking you’re off the squad immediately. We don’t have time for that sissy shit, so be diligent and don’t fuck up. Understood?”

“Yessir!”

“Good. Now that’s enough background information. Our target is a man called ‘Jake Markham’, a married man with…two husbands and a father of…well hold on, that can’t be right.” Again, he squinted at the page and thought better of sharing that tidbit lest his boys defect on the spot.

“You know what, it doesn’t matter, all you need to know is that he was a military brat who came to town as a teenager. Within two years the kid was a stud-legend. A real cock of the walk type, and it’s important you understand just how valuable he is to these people because that fatherfucker has real deep contacts in and out of the army. He’s more than a big dick and square jawline, folks, the man’s got vision, and therein lies the problem.”

Hawk stuck his cigar in his mouth and stood, activating the topography report in the hologram projector on the ceiling. A detailed map sketched itself out of light atop the table, and the soldier studied it intently.

“This ‘vision’ of his starts here at Lake Attahachee, which he had expanded and connected to the nearby area’s water source through irrigation lanes. Concurrently, a hotel and resort complex was built for men from all across the world to visit and be turned into fresh little virgin wombs waiting to restore the population.”

“…this guy wants to turn men and women!?”

“Damnit, Stitch, you braindead shitbird…shut the hell up and let me finish! If you make me tell you again I’m taking it out of your ass! Now then, in the only useful thing he’s done in all twelve years of his reign, President Carr put a stop to that little project after visiting it personally and winding up with a perfect little boy pussy. Legend has it Markham fertilized the Presidential babymaker himself, but the tyrant didn’t want to be trapped in Texas…nor did he want a potential rival having more power than him. So instead, he contracted one of the few corporations turning a profit these days, Omnicare Genetic Solutions, to research the viability and safety of this homosexual freakshow.

The checkpoints were reclosed, and secrecy maintained, but these sissies have grown their population by damn near three hundred percent and they’ve founded their own state of boyfuckers down there. And old Jake Markham hasn’t just accepted defeat, while the President loses his grip on the West and South, Markham continues to amass power in the only region of the country with a self-restoring population. Our illustrious employer believed he could be an asset, but after spurning forays to secure his compliance he has been deemed the prime threat to our agenda.

So hold onto your puckers, boys, we’re headed to Cornell TX… And we’re gonna put Jake Markham in the dirt.”

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Glossary

• Ambisexual – A male capable of bearing and breeding children. Very rare.
• Bearer – A fertile male with a viable womb and ovum, capable of bearing offspring. Common.
• Breeder – A virile male with active semen capable of fertilizing bearers. Rare.
• Bug – Omnicare employees are known as such as they are never seen outside without their HAZMAT suits.
• Fill-In/Proxy – A sex worker, typically infertile, often found in schools or offices where a breeder’s amorous tendencies might be disruptive. While Proxy is the official term, ‘fill-in’ is often used in a derogatory or vulgar context.
• Maiesiophiliac/Brood Whore – A bearer can sometimes become addicted to being bred and pregnant.
• Null – Derogatory, a male who’s gone through the Change but remained infertile. Uncommon.
• Nursery – Orphanages/schools sponsored by the state government. Nurseries house and raise the majority of children born in the county until they come of age.
• Sexual Lability/The Change – The process through which an average male’s body adapts into that of a breeder or bearer. For boys born in the county, this happens at puberty, but for sexual adults entering the county, this occurs within days to weeks of their arrival.

Hope everybody is doing well, I’ve been through a few issues personally which hasn’t let me write and I’ve been struggling with some mental health issues again. My focus will be on short stories for the next little bit so hope you all enjoy them and leave plenty of feedback.

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“So what are your plans for New Years Eve Jake?” Mum asks me as we have our weekly Sunday phone chat to keep up with each other even though I’d only just got back from spending Christmas with my family for the first time in two years.

“I’m not really sure, I mean I probably should do something because like we said during Covid we just can’t put it off until next year because we don’t know if there is a next year but again do I really want to deal with the people” I say thinking about thingsand all the hassle that we used to go through when I lived at home and as a kid we’d all go and sit in my the back of my Dad or Uncle’s ute and watch the fireworks over the river at home.

The past few years I’ve been living across on the other side of the country working for the newest and most exciting sports broadcasting network where I’ve been hosting a late-night Sports radio show from Wednesday to Sunday. The new job opportunity came out of nowhere after initially taking on a job in a different city from home but it has been something that I couldn’t have ever dreamed off getting just 18 months ago when I first took on the unexpected opportunity.

“Exactly Jake and I know that if you were back at home you’d probably go out and celebrate with Angus or Nick” Mum says as I know what she is referring to about me trying to find someone to date and look to have a relationship with because I’m 28 these days and still not into dating.

“I know what you’re getting at Mum but seriously, I’m happy with how things are and I will try to do something I promise you” I tell her as she is happy that I will but I know that there isn’t too many expectations that I will.

As I sit there finishing off the conversation with Mum, I think about what I could do tonight because as much as I don’t want to be going out but I know that at the same time I still haven’t really explored Edenhope as much as I probably should have but the late night show doesn’t let me have much of a social life.

Jumping back on my laptop for a bit, I have a scroll through of New Years Eve events which at 2pm in the afternoon is probably pretty late to find somewhere because people camp out for days to find the right spot along Prospect Bay for the fireworks and light show and then any sort of other events are all sold out or not really down my thing of loud dance music although the thought of sweaty people dancing is hot.

As I keep scrolling online trying to find something to do, I notice that the bar that I go to a few blocks down from the apartment is having their “NYE and Chill party” which is a quiet night with a pretty decent live band that they have regularly with drinks and food for $70. I think about it for a bit and wonder whether that I should do it and eventually book my ticket.

Part of me is excited for this sort of thing down at the gay bar but at the same time I know that it’s not really my scene and I don’t know whether I really want to or not. The hours go by and I think about what Mum said about being worried about me being lonely because I don’t have much of a social life and really the closest people that I’m with here are my work colleagues and the fact that I usually hit the gym at the same time as my downstairs neighbour Cody who lives with his girlfriend Laura.

It’s about 9pm and with the time gap, it’s midnight back home so I sit there and watch the live stream of the Riverton fireworks which as always look amazing over the harbour and the main city that lights up with a mix of fireworks, light show and drones to celebrate everything in the city and does make me homesick. They last about 15 minutes before I have a shower and get ready to go out as I look through my clothes and struggle to come up with an idea of what I want to wear which I just decide on my rainbow CK t-shirt and denim shorts plus just a pair of cheap white shoes that I had got from H&M a few weeks ago.

Standing there and looking in the mirror, I actually feel pretty good about myself tonight and even though I know that nobody will take a second look at me but it’s not why I’m going out tonight and actually feel confident as my T-shirt clings to my fit body which whilst is not massively muscled, I’m still pretty fit.

Heading down to the bar, I walk past a few pubs that are full of people and start to have doubts whether I’m really up for this and stop for a minute but then decide that I can’t just keep myself isolated for so long. The words of mum go through my head about being lonely and I do know some of the bar staff at the club a bit so I could always strike up a chat because as everyone tells me, I could start a conversation with a brick wall and have it talk back to me.

I continue down to the club and stand outside as a few people are waiting to get in as there is a different security guy to the normal guys as he checks tickets and now I think that I’m going to have doubts that he’d let me in with what I’m wearing. Standing there, I get my phone out and show him my ticket as he gives me the wristband that everyone gets and I put it on and head into the club.

The atmosphere in the club is pretty perfect for me because there is a band playing and it’s not to loud with people just pretty chilled talking and although there are a few familiar faces I’ve seen before, it’s not anybody that I know so that I come and sit at the bar.

“What can I get you tonight bro? Oh it’s you Jake, the usual?” the usual barman Mateo is here as he always seems to be as his Latin charm is fully on show tonight which is his biggest asset especially on nights like this where he can get plenty of sales although drinks are already paid for by the entry ticket.

“Nah, it’s a special occasion so why not surprise me with one of your specials” he has a cheeky grin on his face and winks at me like the flirt he is. The tight white buttoned up shirt he is wearing seems exceptionally small tonight on his tanned muscled body which I can’t help but stare at every time I come in to the bar. “You sure about that Jake? I can make a mean cocktail that will get you hooked?” he says with another wink as we flirt together.

The flirting with Mateo is always fun because it’s all harmless fun because I’m about the only person that knows Mateo’s real story about the fact that he is 100% straight and has a girlfriend and son back in Guatemala where he comes from originally.

Mateo puts a drink in front of me as I look at it and he smiles “Try it, it’s an Apple Vodka Martini… my special creation” he says as I smile and take a mouthful and it’s surprisingly good considering how different it is to what I normally have. “Damn, please tell me you’ve got this on your specials menu” I ask as he shakes his head.

“Nah not yet, I’m trying to get it on the specials when I’m on but you know how tough it is” he says as I nod and smile but encourage him. The night is pretty busy so Mateo and I don’t get much of a chance to chat with Mateo which is expected because I didn’t think to see the muscled Guatemalan tonight.

The conversations between me and Mateo sort of came out of the blue one day when I was in here during the day when the club acts as an ordinary bar focusing on the regular everyday clients and ironically acts as the main lunch spot for all the different seniors bus trips during the day in the middle of the week.

Mateo and I chatted about our mutual love of Soccer because he came here to play but that fell through and although he couldn’t do it professionally, he got a semi-professional contract with Sorrento FC and then needed another job to send money to his family so worked here.

The impression that he likes to give everyone is that he is gay because it’s better for sales and it gets him more attention so there are very few people that actually know his true story. I sit there and check Mateo out and I can’t deny that I’ve pictured him naked many times and when I’ve needed inspiration to jerk off to, I’ve thought about his muscled Latin American body pounding me hard with his smooth muscled thighs, using all their power.

I close my eyes for a moment and just think about it when I feel a hand go on my shoulder “Jake? That you?” I say jumping back to reality as I turn around and see Cody standing there as I’m surprised to see him because I thought he’d be spending New Years Eve with Laura.

“Cody man, what are you doing in a place like this?” I ask him as he sits down at the bar next to me as he just smiles at me. “Probably the same thing you’re doing here, celebrating New Years Eve” he says as I nod my head still having no idea why on earth he would be here and not with Laura.

Mateo walks over towards both of us “Another one Cody?” he says as Cody nods and Mateo nods putting another drink in front of him and gives me a look of disapproval that I’m still on the first Apple Vodka Martini. “What’s Jakey drinking?” Cody asks Mateo as he looks at us “You two friends?” he says with a smirk as I just shake my head at him.

“We just live in the same apartment building up the road and go to the gym together” Cody says as I look at Cody’s cute face with his blonde hair tied up tonight as he wears a zebra print tank top and jeans in a way that I’ve never seen him look before.

“One of my Apple Martinis… you finally want to have a go?” Mateo looks at Cody who laughs and nods his head. “If you haven’t knocked out Jake yet then it must be fine” he says with a smile as Mateo looks proud of his drink as we sit there.

Cody looks hot tonight as he sits there and although I’ve seen him in the gym right down to a pair of White CK briefs, something about the way he looks tonight is just amazing. “Got your New Years kiss all worked out yet?” Mateo says coming back taking a quick break to talk to us while it’s quietened down for a few minutes.

I shake my head “Nah, I mean it’s not something that I’ve really gotten into or ever done before” as Cody looks at me with great shock on his face. “Seriously? A guy like you hasn’t got his New Years kiss” I shake my head as the surprise on Cody’s face turns to a grin.

“Well guess we’ve gotta fix that then for you” he says as I look intrigued about it all as he smiles. “I don’t need to be set up with anyone just for the sake of a kiss, I’ve got through all this time without it” I say as Cody shakes his head.

“Nah, I’m fixing that tonight and giving you your first New Years Kiss, it’d be the best way to bring in the New Year” he says as I’m so confused about the situation. “I thought that you would want to do that with Laura?” I ask as Cody starts laughing hard.

My confusion is obvious “Sorry bro… I didn’t mean to laugh that hard but we’re not Tasmanian, I’m not kissing my sister on New Years Eve” he says as I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life.

“Wait… your sister? I thought you two were?” Cody just smiles and shakes his head at me as I can’t help but want to just crawl behind the bar and out the back way never having been so embarrassed in my life.

Cody puts his arm around me “Nah, it’s nothing like that we’re just brother and sister, she came out of a messy relationship about a year ago and we live together while she saves up some more money to get her own place” he says as I nod my head and smile.

“I’m sorry… I thought…” Cody with his muscled arm around me just smiles “It’s cool, I suppose the way I talk about her probably gives that idea off but hypothetically even if she was my sister, she definitely doesn’t have the factors I want” he says winking at me.

As we sit there drinking the drink I look at him “If you aren’t straight then why did you never hit on me at the gym?” I say as he as a smirk on his face. “Do you really think that I’m going to hit on a guy that’s straight? Plus I could ask you the same thing” he says putting it back on me.

“What do you mean?” he says as I look at him. “Well your question could apply to you doing the same thing to me if you’re gay as well” he says as I laugh and smile realising how much of a dumb situation we were in.

I look across “I probably wouldn’t have hit on you even if I knew you were gay as well because I didn’t want to make things so awkward between us.” Cody laughs and pulls me in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Nothing could be that awkward between us, I mean we’ve both been at the gym late at night together and well in the next cubicle I’ve know that tight fit body of yours was wet and naked and we were talking” I laugh and realise that it’s true although I’ve never thought of that being awkward more than just chatting together but then in my head, thinking about it we were both completely naked just chatting normally.

As we sit there and chat for a bit, it gets closer to midnight as Cody looks at me “You never gave me an answer on the midnight kiss” he says as I look at him and think about things for a moment not trying to look to eager. “I mean a New Years kiss is meant to be special and am I that special?” I say trying to play hard to get for a few moments.

Cody takes his hair out for a minute as it falls to his shoulders and the blonde hair down to his shoulders actually makes him look hotter. “You know playing hard to get is just dragging this out because we both know at midnight, we’re gonna be kissing” he says as I wink at him and smile.

The fact that I’m going to kiss Cody actually makes me feel good because I would always try to get out of the shower before he did so I could sneak a peek at his toned smooth ass knowing how much I wanted it but he was always one step ahead of me.

As the clock gets closer to midnight, Cody holds my hand as now the idea to come out tonight is the right idea especially getting to know Cody even better. We keep sitting there as I have another drink and it gets to a few minutes from midnight.

“You sure there isn’t someone else here you want to kiss?” I say to Cody who smiles and shakes his head as we both smile. “Nobody else on the planet right now I want to share how special a midnight kiss could be” he says as I push his hair back on his face behind his ear.

I move in to kiss Cody who puts his finger on my lips for a minute “Wait a minute” he says as the countdown clock on the TV goes under 60 seconds as we count down as it gets to the final ten seconds.

“10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” Everybody counts down to zero and as the shouts of Happy New Year, I feel Cody’s soft lips hit me and even though I’ve thought about this before, the kiss feels better than anything I could have imagined.

I kiss Cody back and when I think that he is going to pull away, the kiss goes deeper as our lips lock and tongues start wrestling in my mouth as we both moan quite loudly before Mateo reaches over and taps us on the shoulder. “You two probably need to get a room pretty quickly” he says laughing as we look embarrassed right now.

“Guess we really got into that kiss” he says right now as I laugh and feel embarrassed that what I thought was just going to be a quick peck quickly became a full on embrace and make-out. “Sorry…” I go to say as Cody just laughs as he was about to say the same thing.

“I thought I was the one who had to apologise but just when we kissed…” I nod my head not knowing how to express the feelings because whilst I’m far from being a virgin, I’ve never really had that sort of level of passion before especially in a kiss.

We sit at the bar as Mateo has a smile on his face “Another happy couple set up by Mateo.” Cody and I sit there both looking at Mateo with a curious look on his face. “Don’t you dare claim credit for anything, it was just a kiss” he says as we both laugh saying that’s all it as he shakes his head.

“You two go to the gym together and live in the same building? Oh you two are having sex” he says as we shake our heads though I can’t deny the thought really crossed my mind after that kiss with the night.

Mateo gets called away to start cleaning up some of the areas now that it’s after midnight as Cody sits there “Any more plans for the night?” he says with a smirk on his face. “Not really, I might just head home, it’s lucky New Years is a Sunday so I don’t go back to work until Wednesday night” I say as he smiles.

“Well then can a boy walk another boy home tonight?” he says as I stand up and look across at him and smile. “I mean it’s not like it’s taking you out of your way because you need to go to the same building… and does home just mean the building or to my bedroom door?” I laugh as I can see how impressed Cody is with me.

I see the look on his face “You look all nice and innocent but you’re really just a naughty little man aren’t you Jake” he says as I shrug and even though it’s probably a fair bit of the three Vodka martini’s talking but the feelings around Cody are nothing like I’ve felt before.

We kiss each other again as he looks at me “As long as we don’t tell Mateo that he’s right” I nod and agree as we head off back to the apartment waving to Mateo.

“Damn, that was a good night… I was really just going to stay at home tonight but Mum pushed me into going on when we chatted on the phone today, she is always at me to be more social especially since I’ve been here for 18 month and pretty much just know work people… and you” he says as I laugh.

Cody smiles and takes my hand “Well then I’m glad that I helped and the night is still pretty damn early you know” he says as we walk back to the apartment and catch the lift up to my apartment.

As we get there I unlock the door and Cody follows me in as he looks around “Can I get you anything?” I say as he looks at me. “Well you already owe me more of that kiss” he says as I smile and stand there across from him and put my arms over his shoulders and start to kiss him deeply.

As we kiss, we are picking up from where we left off in the club before Mateo had to stop us from tearing each others clothes off there and exploring the bodies. Cody kisses me and although nervous I push my hand up he chest feeling his firm muscled body and I lift up his shirt as I do with my hand exploring his smooth six pack before he pulls his shirt off and even without the lights on, I can feel everything of his body and see the smooth outlines of his abs and pecs plus tonight he has his nipple rings in that make it even better.

We moan loudly as we continue to make out as I can feel my huge bulge growing even more as Cody starts to take my shirt off and explore my not as ripped or smooth body that had I known that I was going to have sex tonight, I would’ve shaved down.

I lead Cody to my bedroom and throw him down and climb over the top of him, as my hands explore his body and I kiss down his neck as he moans “Fuck you are so hot Jake” he says as I smile and let my mouth do the work flicking his pierced nipples as it’s all so tender before moving down his abs and unbuckling his belt and lowering his tight jeans.

Cody’s thighs have always been where I had so much jealously because they are so firm and muscled and I’ve just wanted to rub my hands on them and lick them even. As we lay there I move down and see that he is wearing a jock strap underneath “Damn you are so fucking hot” I say as Cody moans and rubs his hand through my hand before his 8 inch thick cut cock springs out and I run my hand over it as he moans.

I spread Cody’s legs apart and the urge comes over the top of me as I start to lick up his thighs which I worry that he is going to hate but straight away the moan “Oh fuck that is amazing… how did you know…” he says as I keep licking up now straight to his balls and start licking his full ball sac.

“Mmmm fuck yeah baby, just like that” he says as I’m running my tongue over his balls and my hands run up his extremely smooth thighs and he holds my head. As I go further up his balls, I start to lick his shaft and swirl my tongue around it.

The two of us are moaning as Cody pulls me up so that we can kiss again and he wants to pull my shorts off because he wants to get me naked and explore my body. My hairy legs are in contrast to his smooth legs but the air hits them and his soft finger tips make me shudder but feel so amazed and in a sense of ecstasy right now.

Cody rolls me over so that now he is on top as we stay making out for a bit as laying on top of each other with how similar heights meaning that our cocks are grinding together and I can feel him pulsating underneath me.

“I need to suck you so badly” he says as I smile and whisper to him “As long as I’m sucking you too” I say as I feel him get over me so that we can 69 with each other. Cody lays on top of me as I’m waiting for him to feed me all 8 inches of his cock.

Cody puts his leaking cock into my mouth and words can’t describe how good it feels right now to have this hot long hair blonde studs cock in my mouth. The two of us start sucking each other and I realise that this is the first time I’ve ever actually 69’ed anyone.

The feeling of his leaking cock in my throat is one of the best feelings that I’ve ever had in my life and I keep sucking it deeply as all I can hear is a mix of slurping and moaning between the two of us as we continue to suck each other.

I can feel my cock almost climaxing right now as I feel Cody pull out of my mouth as he looks at me “Fuck me” I blurt out as Cody looks at me with a big smile on his face as I don’t know what I was thinking because now he is going to think that I’m a slut.

Cody looks at me and kisses me “Then you can fuck me back” he says as I smile as he kisses me and then gets up and pulls me towards the edge of the bed and then throws my legs up in the air. The cool air hits my hole which is twitching right now and I feel Cody start to run his tongue on my pink hole which hasn’t been fucked in years.

I close my eyes as Cody is an expert rimmer because straight away he hits all the spots and instead of rushing around, he actually takes it very slowly as my body tenses up and just feels so good right now as his tongue goes into my hole. I moan loudly as Cody pulls off for a moment “You like my tongue fucking your hole? You want my cock don’t you” he says getting all cocky and dominating which I love right now.

I just nod my head “Yeah baby… lube is in my bottom drawer of the basket shelves” I tell Cody who opens up and has a look as I forget that it’s not just my lube that’s in there but some other stuff I bought but haven’t used yet.

“Ooh, you’re a real dirty boy aren’t you Jake” he says as I hear him opening the lube and then feel him rubbing it on my hole before he lubes up his cock.

My hole is tight so he starts off with just a finger which feels so good before quickly expanding to two fingers so that I’m stretching out tonight in preparation for his thick cock. As I lay there, Cody slaps his cock on my crack teasing me about putting his thick cock in as I’m now moaning and begging to be fucked hard.

Cody finally pushes the head of his cock into my hole as even though I’ve been expecting it, it feels so different to what I was expecting “OH FUCK” I moan as he holds his head in my hole for a moment because it’s so tight that he wants to make sure that he can get it in.

I lay there feeling his cock stretching my hole right now as his thick cock is starting to go in and right now I don’t know whether it feels good or painful right now but it feels both good and painful in a weird mix. Cody starts to push in “FUCK YOU ARE SO TIGHT”  he says as I moan “OH FUCK YEAH” I say as in my head I’m worried that he is thinking that it’s a bad thing but I don’t want to say anything.

As I’m bent over the edge of my bed, there’s a huge wet spot laying underneath right now as my cock is like a river leaking right now onto my quilt as Cody is starting to pick up the speed. I can’t believe how good it feels as I feel his muscled body putting all it’s strength through my body right now as he fucks me hard as I hear his cock going in and out as he hits my prostate.

The slamming continues as my bed is banging against the wall which lucky for me the only neighbour on that side of the wall is away on holiday so they aren’t copping everything coming through the wall or how loud that my moaning is right now.

“FUCK ME HARDER” I say as Cody has my arms pinned back and is slamming into me hard as I moan loudly and he just does that because it feels so good right now as I can feel the warmth of his pre-cum lining my tight hole right now as I keep my eyes closed.

Cody picks up the speed again and fucks me harder as I moan before he pulls out of my ass and then pulls me up to kiss me as I get worried but then he lays on the bed and throws his legs up “Your turn baby”.

I grab the lube and lube up my cock which is already leaking it’s own pre cum and then lube his hole up and I push my cock into his tight hole. “FUCK THAT’S THICK” he says as my cock spreads pushes open his hole as I can see on his face that even for him this hurts.

I smirk as his moans loudly “Damn that hurts” he says as I start to pull out for a moment “Don’t fucking stop Jake” he says as I pick up the speed and start pounding against his prostate again. I keep fucking him hard as he moans loudly as he lays there and all the work that I’ve done in the gym is really coming out.

All the power in my body is coming out as even though there are still some major fireworks outside, there is plenty of fireworks right now in my bedroom as I keep fucking Cody hard right now. “I don’t know how long I can hold off cumming bro” I say loudly as he nods. “I wanna swallow that load” he says as I nod and pull out of his hole and climb over the top of him and he sucks on my cock pushing it to the limits as I finally blow a massive load down his throat and my balls drain completely.

I can’t believe how much cum is flying out of my cock as Cody takes it all down his throat without gagging as I finish blowing my huge load over his face and he now pushes me down onto the bed and feeds me his cock. As he feeds me his cock, I can feel all the pressure in it as I know there is going to be a heap of cum down my throat in seconds.

Trying to get myself prepared for all the cum doesn’t work where out of nowhere Cody starts busting his load and I can feel the warm and surprisingly sweet tasting cum hitting me at the back of my throat just repeatedly as one hand is on his balls that I can feel draining.

Unlike Cody, I can’t keep myself from gagging on all the cum as he finally finishes blowing his load as I’m panting hard not able to believe what just happened as Cody comes down and kisses me. This kiss feels longer than any of our others tonight.

He gets up and pulls me up “Finally get to shower with you tonight” he says as we go into my small shower as our cocks are both really hard still as they rub against each other as the water runs down our bodies.

We get out of the showers as Cody looks at me “Do you mind if I spend the night? I don’t wanna disturb Laura” I smile and nod and just tell him that I expected that.

The next morning, it’s like 10am before Cody and I wake up and lay there as I check my phone and see a text from Mum.

“Hope you had a good night last night and did something” she says as I text back.

“I definitely did some… one”

 

Jake is the best goalie on his water polo team. He has been playing water polo all through high-school and got a scholarship to his college as a result. It is his final year of college and it is his goal for his team to make regionals and win this year before he graduates. His best friend Jeff is also on the team and is just as good of a player as he usually scores all the winning goals. They have been best friends since middle school and always did everything together. 

Jake is 6 foot 2 inches and his height is an extreme advantage as a goalie. He has blonde hair and blue eyes and is well built body wise for a swimmer. His near 8 pac abs glisten every time he exits the pool causing all the girls to glance and stare (and cause secret glances by men). His large defined pecs make it known how buff he is and his veiny arms also show his strength. He is a ladies man and always brags about the women he’s dated. Currently, he is dating Michelle, a track and field star who is one of the prettiest girls on campus. Jeff too has a great body with 6 pac abs and large pecs. At 5 feet 11 inches, Jeff is still taller than most of his teammates. He has brown hair which is buzzed and brown eyes. He too is a ladies man dating many women throughout high-school and college. He has a hard time with long term relationships as many women he’s dated have always ended it months into the relationships. Jake likes to give Jeff a hard time for that causing some him some jealousy and frustration.

Josh has been a Lifeguard his whole life. He has always enjoyed being the one who can save lives and helping people. He wants to go into the medical field and help people throughout his career. At 6 feet even, Josh has balck hair and green eyes and is tall and skinny yet has a defined body. Most of all, he is an excellent swimmer and enjoys being in the water as much as possible. Josh recently came out as gay to his close friends and family last year, yet many of his classmates were still unaware as he still acts like your traditional straight boy. He enjoys being a Lifeguard because every day he can see hot guys in speedos and their bulges and nice bodies. He has always admired Jake and considers him not just the hottest guy on the water polo team but in the top 10 on campus. He always stares at him when he exits the water in that bright red speedo with his big bulge well defined even in the cold water. He makes estimates in his head how big that cock of his is and always imagines what it looks like and how he looks naked. He has never been able to go into the locker room when Jake is there because of his shifts always going late. He is bummed that all he has been able to do up until now is fantasize about Jake……..

The regional finals are coming up at the end of Spring and it is all Jake can think about. He is worried that he will go through college never winning a championship. He knows that practice is all he must do between now and then. Even though he is a goalie he is asked to switch positions with other teammates at least once every game so he knows he needs to be the fastest swimmer on the team. He has heard from their coach that they are allowed to practice after school as long as there is a coach or Lifeguard around. Jake quickly goes to his coach and asks to be signed up for after school practice for the remainder of the month. “I am not sure you need to practice that much, you are the best player on the team,” his coach says. “I know but I can’t be too cocky I have to practice as much as possible. These swim times I’ve recorded recently are not sufficient and I must do better,” Jake says. “Alright, let me work with the athletic department and see if we can get a Lifeguard on duty for the rest of the month after school. Don’t be surprised if no one wants to work those shifts,” his coach says. “Thank you coach, let me know as soon as you hear back!”…….

Jeff has always been unsure about his sexuality since he was in high-school. He always found certain men attractive but never acted on these desires. He also makes sure to make hidden glances at his naked teammates while showering and always knew he may be bi as a result. He especially admires his best friend Jake and how amazing his naked body looks while showering. Yet he never made a move or anything knowing how straight Jake is and how he was worried it would ruin their friendship. His last girlfriend caught him watching gay porn and ended the relationship but he made her promise not to tell anyone. It is something he has kept hidden from everyone as his whole friend circle would shun him for sure if they knew. Yet he has yet to reach sexual gratification with women, further leading to more frustration. He always fantasized about Jake and wondered if he would ever have the opportunity to have his way with him. Was he in love with him? He couldn’t shake these feelings but he had to keep his thoughts and desires to himself to stop him from ever ruining his friendship…..

It has been a long week of practicing for Jake. The main Lifeguard, Rocky, has been able to stay late after school all week to watch Jake practice. On Friday, however, Rocky calls out sick and cannot be there. Josh receives a call that morning asking if he could come in and stay after school to watch Jake practice. “It’ll only be for a few hours max,” the athletic director says. “Sure thing, I would be happy to,” Josh responds. After hanging up he realized this was his opportunity. He could finally have the chance to have his way with this gorgeous stud and no one will be there to stop him. He had been fascinated with bondage and experimented a few times with some of his most recent exes. He has some of the gear but knew the college would have the rest of what he needed. Being a chemistry major, he had access to the chemistry labs on campus and he knew he would need some sort of chloroform in order to subdue his hot captive…….

Josh packs a duffle bag full of gear he may need. He knows the Lifeguard tower by the pool has some repair supplies that would be perfect for his devious plan. He knows there is red duct tape in one of the boxes in the tower which is used to repair the red flotation devices. There is also some bungie cords and rope he may want to use. He brings his handcuffs and a red ball gag from home just in case as well as leg cuffs. He drops his car off on the back parking lot and takes the athletic department van and drives it close to the lot next to the gymnasium where the pool is. He unlocks the gym door and turns on the lights and sees he is all alone. “Hello! Anyone here,” he calls out but no one answers. That confirms he is going to be alone and the plan is in motion. He sets himself up in the Lifeguard tower ready for the gorgeous swimmer to arrive……

Jake texts Jeff to come by and practice with him. He normally has a buddy there to practice some goalie shots with but today no one seems to be responding. He figures he will use this time today to improve on his swimming in case he is asked to switch positions. He walks into the gymnasium and sees Josh sitting up there on the tower. He is kind of surprised as Rocky would normally arrive after him but he thinks nothing of it and proceeds to the locker room to change. He has had a long day of classes and is ready for his swim time as swimming is another way to burn off stress and relax. He enters the locker room and turns on the lights. A few minutes later, Josh enters and says “Hi, my name is Josh I am your Lifeguard for today.” “Where’s Rocky?” Jake asks. “He is sick so I am his replacement today,” Josh says. “Okay, whatever, I just want to get some laps in I am sure I won’t be too long,” Jake replies. “No problem at all take your time I have the night shift today,” Josh says. “Okay do you mind if I have some privacy as I change?” Jake says. “Oh right, no problem at all sorry I will be out in the Lifeguard tower whenever you are ready,” Josh says. After 15 minutes, Jake comes out of the locker room in a robe and his black swim cap on. His goggles are in hand as his flip flops splash against the wet tile as he gets closer and closer to the poolside entrance. Josh is in awe of Jake’s feet as that are big and perfectly shaped with perfectly cut toenails. Jake then sets his goggles down on the chair next to the pool and takes off his flip flops. Then he takes off the robe revealing his body in that tight red speedo. “Wow!” Josh thinks to himself, “that bulge is incredible even better up close!” He smirks, knowing everything is going as planned as Jake grabs his goggles and dives into the pool begging his laps, unaware of what is in store for him……..

After a half hour of doing laps, Jake feels he has had enough practice. He gets out of the pool and his wet body is dripping all over the place, dripping down his bulge in his speedo, hitting the ground at the opposite angle every time. This gets Josh very hard through his swim trunks. He has to be careful and not tip off the naive swimmer. Jake takes his phone out trying to text Jeff but no answer. “Ugh asshole! Forget it I am going home!” Jake blurts out, then puts on his robe and flip flops and walks back to the locker room. Josh waits a couple of minutes and then walks towards the locker room. He then enters the locker room and hears the shower going. “Fuck, this is my chance to finally see the hottest guy in college naked,” Josh thinks to himself. He then quickly goes into the bathroom stall and sits on the toilet waiting until the gorgeous swimmer is done……

After what feels like an hour (only 10 minutes) Josh hears the water of the shower turn off. He then hears the shower curtain slide open and then the sounds of splashing of Jake’s flip flops across the locker room tile. His tall stature can be seen over the gap of the bathroom stall as he walks past Josh. Josh quickly flushes the toilet and then swings open the bathroom stall. He immediately sees Jake’s naked body turned away from him as his toned ass muscles are flexing as he is grabbing clothes from his locker. Jake then jumps and is startled and he turns and faces Josh. “What the fuck man you scared the shit out of me!” Jake says. All Josh can do is stare as his dreams have come true. He can do nothing but look at that big cock flopping from side to side it Jake moves around. Josh estimates it has to be 6.5 inches un hard and then gets to 8.5 inches hard. He is in awe as Jake’s cock is bigger and more gorgeous than he could’ve imagined. It is cut and goes perfectly with his big low hanging plump balls. “Ugh sorry man I didn’t mean to startle you I was just using the bathroom,” Josh says. Josh tries not to make his swelling hard cock noticeable by sticking his hands in his pockets. Now he has to go through with the plan. “Whatever man can I have some privacy please, like fuck!” Jake says as he quickly cups his hand to conceal his package but Josh has already seen enough. “Sure man of course I’ll be waiting outside,” Josh says as he walks away with a massive grin on his face. “No that isn’t necessary I can walk to my car on my own,” Jake says. “Sorry dude, it’s the rules, I have to walk you out and lock up,” Josh says. “Fuck, fine, just give me my privacy man, I’ll be out in like 5 minutes,” Jake says. “No problem, take your time,” Josh says as he walks out of the locker room…….

After what seemed like forever (only 10 minutes) a fully clothed Jake walks out of the locker room. “Let’s go man, my chick keeps bugging me to hangout,” Jake says. “Sure could you just help me with something first. I have to take some boxes to the athletic department van and some are too heavy for me to do it on my own without making several trips,” Josh says. “What? No man I have to go I don’t have time for that!” Jake says. “Please man, I did stay a little late after school on my day off so that you could practice it’s the least you can do,” Josh says. “I am only right up the hill from the entrance it’ll take 5 minutes tops,” Josh pleaded. “Ugh fine but no more than 5 minutes my girlfriend doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” Jake says. “Thank you man, this will be a huge help!” Josh says. Josh then takes Jake over to the Lifeguard tower where there are 4 boxes neatly stacked. “Could you grab those two and I’ll take these,” Josh says. “Whatever man, sure,” Jake says. “This guy is truly one of those rude jocks” Josh thinks to himself, “It’ll make what’s coming to him all the more enjoyable” Josh continues to think to himself. “Jeeze man these are heavy like what’s in them?” Jake says. “Ugh just some Lifeguard gear I need to transport to the other college in the next county over,” Josh says……..

Both Jake and Josh walk up the steps towards the front parking lot where the van is located. Jake is going super slow clearly
struggling with the heaviness of the boxes. “Need some help there?,” Josh asks. “Nah man I got it just keep walking let’s get this over with,” Jake says. After another 5 minutes they both reach the top of the hill where the parking lot is. Josh sets down his set of boxes and takes the van keys out of his pocket. “I can’t open the back doors without pulling a lever inside the car just one second. Go to the back doors and wait for them to unlock” Josh says. “Whatever man just hurry up I don’t have all day,” Jake says. Josh waits until Jake is directly behind the back doors before then going inside the driver side of the van. He then goes to his duffle bag of bondage gear on the passengers seat and opens it up. He quickly takes out the cloth and chloroform and then pours about half of it on the cloth. He then puts the cloth in his back pocket and then proceeds to pull the door lever. “Got it!,” Josh yells. Jake then sets his boxes down and starts opening the van doors. He then sees the back of the van. It is completely empty except with a large blue tarp lining the floor and some pillows. “What the fuck is this? Why is it fucking empty back heremppppphhhh…..hey what the hell!!!” Jake says as Josh comes from behind and grabs him in a headlock and then puts the cloth over his mouth and nose. “HELLLPPPPPppphhhhhhh!!!!” “MMMMMMMUPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!” Jake tries to yell but the cloth acts as a gag making his cries for help muffled. The chloroform in the gag starts to do it’s work as Jake slowly loses his energy and is getting super sleepy until he passes out completely. He collapses as Josh struggles to keep hold of him. Josh grabs Jake up underneath his armpits and then half drags him into the back of the van managing to hoist him halfway inside. Jake is so buff and heavy it is hard to get him inside as he is only able to get him halfway in the van as his legs are dangling off the bumper. Josh then goes around into the passenger side and hops over the seat and then pulls Jake all the way in by his arms. Jake is so tall that he has to lay dianglely in the back of the van. Josh then goes out of the van and quickly goes to the back doors and shuts them. He looks around and see if anyone is around to have witnessed what just happened. Nothing. No one. He can’t believe he was successful in capturing this straight hunk. He looks down and sees Jake’s backpack and grabs it. He unzips it and sees the bright red speedo as well as his phone and wallet. “Hmm these can be useful,” he whispers. He then goes to the passenger side door and goes back into the the back of the van and stares at his passed out captive. He can’t believe his luck. He goes to his duffle bag which is now in the front seat and takes out some rope and handcuffs as well as the red duct tape. He also takes out the surgical scissors knowing these too will be useful. Then he goes to Jake’s backpack and takes out his phone and speedo. Now it’s time to strip this hot swimmer…….

Josh goes to Jake and takes off his flip flops. He then begins to pull down his shorts, revealing his baby blue boxer briefs. He is super excited as the big package reveals itself. His big balls slump down at least 4 inches and his cock rests sideways almost to halfway across his left leg. He then pulls them off completely and now goes to his duffle bag and takes out the surgical scissors. He knows that getting the shirt off is extremely difficult without scissors so he cuts away at his tight orange shirt. His 8 pac abs and well defined pecs reveal themselves as he cuts of the shirt and then tosses it aside. Now Jake is almost fully naked as he is only left in his boxer briefs. Josh then starts to pull down the briefs when Jake starts to groan and slowly move. Josh can’t believe how quickly the chloroform wore off so he goes around to the passenger side where Jake’s arms are extended above his head and he then takes out the handcuffs and cuffs them together. He then grabs some rope and goes down to Jake’s legs and ties them together. Now Jake is moving more and more and he begins to start opening his eyes. “Uhhhhhh huhhhhh??? What is going on? Where am I? Hey! What the fuck why am I tied up what is going on? Why are my clothes off hey!! You fucking weirdo fuck you! Hellpppppp! Someone there HELLLPPPPP MEEEE!!!” Jake says. Josh can’t have this as a professor or student may be here late and hear this. He goes into Jake’s bag and takes out his red speedo and then goes and grabs his red ducttape. He goes to Jake and says, ” Shut the fuck up straight boy!” He then shoves the speedo in Jake’s mouth and puts his hand over it while he takes his other hand and pulls off a strip of tape. He then places the tape over the speedo gagged mouth and then wraps the tape around his mouth several times. Jake is stunned as he can hardly speak as he tries to yell out but nothing comes out but muffled nonsense. “Ah that’s better, now it is time to have some fun with you!” Jake shakes his head violently and tries to utter “MMMMMMMUPPPPCCHHHH MHPPPHHHHUUUUU MMMMMMTTTHHHHHPHH MUUCCCKKKKKRR!!” (FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!). Josh then goes back to slowly pulling down Jake’s boxer briefs and notices his big cock hard as a rock. “Seems like you like this ‘straight boy’ haha!” Josh says. Jake shakes his head rapidly and yells muffled grunts and growls in response. Josh then pulls off the briefs completely as Jake is now fully naked, his hard cock throbbing and bobbing up and down as Jake struggles in his bindings. Josh then reaches into his bag and takes out some lubricant and wets his hand with them. He then grabs Jake’s cock and starts jerking it off, pumping up and down slowly and slowly. “Mmmhhhnnnnnnoooohh mmpphhhllleepphhh mpphggggoooohh mphhhh mphhhyyyyhh mpppccccckkkk!!!” (No! Let go of my cock!) Jake tries to say but it is all garbled nonsense. “Hahaa why are you resisting? Your cock loves this!” Josh says. “I’ve wanted to do this to you the moment I laid eyes on you, with your big cock bulging out of your speedo at every practice. Now sit back and enjoy straight boy!” Josh says. Soon Jake’s muffled yells and pleas turn to moans of pleasure as Josh starts pumping faster and faster. Josh then asks “do you want me to suck it?” Jake’s eyes are closed enjoying the intense feeling of being jerked off. He makes a long moan “mmmmmhhhmmmmmm” while nodding his head. Josh laughed and said “ha I knew it!” Josh then lifts Jake’s long hard cock towards his mouth and slowly goes down on it and looks him in his eyes as they both are staring at each other moaning. Jake then started thrusting up and down in Josh’s mouth as his moans become louder and more intense. Suddenly, the sound of Jake’s cell phone ringing interrupts these passionate sounds. Josh stops sucking and reaches for Jake’s phone as the annoying ring tone echoes in the enclosed van………..

TO BE CONTINUED

The party sort of droned on, an endless repetition of toasts and laughter as all the straight folks congratulated themselves on their primacy. The only other gay guy at the party was married and they weren’t interested in opening up their relationship to a third. Maybe I should have looked for another party, but I didn’t really care about new year’s eve that much, and I figured that at least at the company party I would know everyone. Still, it sucked being the only single gay guy in the room.

I mingled and chatted for a while until it all became just too boring for words and I decided to head out. At the door that led to the lobby of the hotel we were using, I met a man and a woman, clearly a couple, and clearly drunk. “I like your wig,” she said with a slight giggle. His hands were all over her but she didn’t seem to notice. “Can I buy it from you? How much?”

I had a reputation at work for loving bright colors and occasionally wore fun wigs to social events just for fun, but this was my favorite, a short, bright orange bob. “That’s alright,” I demurred, “it’s not for sale.”

She giggled again. “Aw, come on. I’ll give you whatever you want.” She nudged her boyfriend, who promptly took out his wallet and began pulling out some cash.

“No, really, I’m not interested in selling it.”

I began to walk past them, but she stopped me. “I’ll flash you for it.” Then leaning forward with a smirk, she added, “I’ll flash you real good.”

I laughed to myself. If I wasn’t sure they were drunk before, I had no doubts now. How else could she think that the sight of her boobs would tempt the man in a woman’s wig? “Wrong tree,” I smiled, once again beginning to leave.

“Please!” she begged. “What’s it gong to take?”

I stopped The offer was too good, and they were both drunk, so what the hell. I turned, giving her a smirk of my own, and answered, “How about you let me suck this guy off while you watch him cum for me.”

They hadn’t expected that, and it took a moment for them to absorb what I was offering.

“I mean, if he really loves you…” Then focusing on him, “What wouldn’t you do for her?”

He swallowed hard unsure how to answer, “I…umm…”

He looked at her to get him out of this dilemma, but I had framed it perfectly, and now all I had to do was watch as she did the work for me. “You do love me, don’t you?” She whispered, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “You can think of it as a warm up for what I’ll give you later.”

“But if I cum…”

She laid a finger on his lips to silence him. “Then you’ll really be cumming for me.” she guided his hand first to one of her barely covered breasts, then down to the hem of her mini skirt, and to the secrets beneath. She sighed as his fingers explored the offered delights, and whispered, “Please,” in her most seductive voice.

It was all too much for him. I watched as the bulge in his tight jeans began to grow. He turned to me lost in anger and lust. “She’ll be there, right?” he demanded.

“Of course,” I smiled.

“And I ain’t touching nothing, not your face, not your ass, and especially not your dick!”

“Not a thing. Just sit back and enjoy getting sucked off while your girlfriend watches. Then,” I added, “ask yourself, what wouldn’t she do for you?”

He liked that thought, and the bulge in his jeans began to throb with anticipation. He turned to her with obvious lust in his eyes. “Anything?”

“Anything you want.” she giggled.

He kissed her hard, grabbing her ass with both hands and grinder her hips against his dick. He pulled back, continuing to grind his hips against hers, then turned to me and said, “Alright, let’s get this over with so I can get on to the main event.”

She clapped with delight as he released her.

“Follow me,” I whispered, leading them into the lobby. “I know a place.” I led them up the main stairwell to the second floor. The smaller event rooms were not being used and the restaurant was closed for the evening, so this part of the hotel was pretty much abandoned. There were a number of public rest rooms along a back hallway, a few of which were single use and could be locked. I led them to one of these. “In here.”

They followed me in and I locked the door. “I’ve never done it in a public bathroom,” he hesitated. What’s first?”

“Take your clothes off,” I demanded. Let me see what I’m working with here.”

He looked alarmed. “All of them? You just need access to my dick. I don’t want you touching nothing else!”

“Don’t worry,” I assured him, “ I won’t. But your girlfriend might like to.” I offered her a smirk and she took the hint.

She reached over and slipped a hand under his tight tee shirt, lifting it as she caressed his chest. “You love it when I play with your nipples,” she whispered, tweaking one sharply as she kissed him deeply.

He surrendered himself to her, allowing himself to be stripped slowly and sensuously above the waist, and didn’t even seem to notice as I undid his belt and pants and pulled them down to his ankles. His dick strained against the tiny briefs he was wearing, stretching them to their limit.

He let out a low moan as I began to massage it through the flimsy fabric, and she reached down to gauge its size and stiffness. Her gentle touch suddenly got firm, and his eyes flew open in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it so big,” she teased. “You like having another man down there, don’t you. It makes you feel dominant, powerful.” She licked the side of his face, and whispered, “I think he might like it rough. You ready for me to unleash that monster dick so you can show him who’s in charge?”

His breathing quickened as she pulled the front of his briefs down , releasing the beast. I quickly pulled them the rest of the way down to his ankles and immediately buried my face in his crotch. I drank in the intoxicating scent of his musk, licking his balls as she rubbed his cock against the side of my face. She slid her other hand across his chest, torturing his nipples at will.

He continued to moan, lost in the haze of pleasure. Then from the depths he managed to speak, but all he could say was, “Show me your titties.”

She laughed, guiding his hands to her breasts so he could release them from the blouse that almost covered them.

With her hands guiding his, I was now free to give his dick my full attention. I began by licking it, as I had been licking his balls, but I was anxious to taste it, to feel its full throbbing presence in my mouth. As such it didn’t take long before I began sucking on the tip, while stroking his long veiny shaft.

Before I could fully engulf him, she pulled him away and pushed him against a wall. Holding him there with one hand, she reached the other out to me. “The wig,” she demanded, “Or no deal.”

As far as I was concerned, I had already received enough compensation for a cheap plastic wig, even if it were my favorite. Without hesitation I fulfilled my part of the bargain, and handed it over. She took a moment and put it on, using the mirror to check that it was on straight. “How do I look?” she asked, catching his eye in the mirror. “Fuckable?”

He didn’t say anything, but his dick twitched and a drop of pre-cum began to drip slowly from the tip. She smiled at his reflection and said matter of factly, “Okay, get on with it. We’ve got a party to crash, and you’ve got a pussy to fuck.”

She turned to face him and began to pull her skirt up to let him see what he was working for. Pulling the narrow strip of lace that passed for panties aside, she caressed herself, allowing a finger to slip briefly inside. “Show me what you’re going to do to this when we get back to my place tonight.”

I had been kneeling beside him as she egged him on. “Damn!” he growled as he grabbed me by the hair and forced my face into his crotch. “Open up, boy, I’m going in.” With no more warning than that he forced his monster dick down my throat and began fucking my face with a vehemence I had rarely experienced.

I did my best to go with it, but it had to be one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen. Needless to say I soon was gagging and had tears streaming down my face as I struggled to cope with the violence of his lust. I was only vaguely aware of just how verbal he was as he constantly commented on her “Titties” and demanded ever more explicit views of her pussy.

Soon I realized that she has stepped across the room and was standing beside us he had been holding my head firmly in both hands as he forced himself in, but now he released one hand, giving me just a second to come up for air. I caught a brief glimpse of the fingers of that hand slipping deep inside her, while I heard her gasp in pleasure. I heard him growl, “That pussy’s mine tonight. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

At this point she seemed unable to speak, so lost was she in the moment. He continued to list all the places and ways he was going to fuck her, and to brag about how rough he was going to be. I was also getting caught up in the domination fantasy he was creating, and began imagining him fucking me over and over again all night. Stealthily I undid my own pants and freed my dick, which was so hard by now that it was painful. He didn’t notice, but she was looking down, watching his dick force its way in and out of my mouth, and noticed.

“Enough,” she panted, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and pushing me off his dick. “You’re about to make me cum and that poor boy can hardly breathe. Give him a break.”

“I’m okay,” I protested

But before she could respond, he grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, pressing his naked body against hers. “I couldn’t care less about him, but I’m going to finish you off right. The way it’s supposed to be, with my dick exploding as far inside you as I can get.” He didn’t wait for permission, but forced himself in with one swift thrust.

She gasped in surprise and pushed him away. “Later,” she interjected. “For now you have an obligation to fulfill.” She looked at me and asked, “Isn’t that right?”

I nodded. “I get to suck you till you cum. That’s the deal.”

“Yeah, well, that ain’t gonna happen,” he challenged. “I don’t ever cum unless I’m in a pussy.”

“Don’t lie,” she chided, “You’ve cum in my mouth plenty of times.”

“Sure, by my face has always been buried in your pussy when I did.”

“What’s the problem?” I asked. “I don’t care if you’re eating her out as long as you’re filling me with you cum.”

“Do you care where his cum goes as long as it’s inside you?” she asked.

“Not especially, but he isn’t comfortable…”

“He doesn’t like to admit it, but he loves fucking my ass almost as much as my pussy.”

He looked at her in utter amazement. “I can’t believe you just…”

“Oh calm down,” she chuckled. Then whispering to him in a conspiratorial kind of way, “Haven’t you always wanted to fuck my ass while eating my pussy? Now’s your chance. I mean, one ass is much like another, and I bet he won’t mind.”

When they both turned to look at me I was already on my hands and knees with my bare ass pointed in their direction. “Not at all.”

He seemed a bit hesitant, but she quickly stepped over me, and positioned herself in a stance just above my shoulders. “I’m waiting,” she pouted, stroking herself for his enjoyment.

I felt him press himself against my ass and back as he began licking his favorite treat. His excitement had diminished somewhat during the exchange, but once his face was buried in her crotch, he began to rally. As his dick got harder it proceeded to rise between my legs until it was rubbing against my own modest member. He suddenly pulled away from her and growled, “ I said I wasn’t touching his dick!”

“Then put it inside,” she reasoned. Then leaning forward to kiss him she whispered, “I love it when you force yourself up my ass, fuck me now, fuck me hard.”

Again I heard his breathing quicken and felt him lubing up my hole with his spit. “You really want it?” he asked in breathless tones,

“Do it now.” she encouraged. “Make me a happy woman.”

I once again felt him pressing against me, but this time there was a solid presence, insistent. And before I was really ready he was in. Just the tip at first, but it was going to take some time to get used to being stretched out so far.

I could hear him moaning in pleasure as he resumed his ministrations on her pussy. I could also hear her encouraging him. “Slowly…that’s it…a little bit more…that’s enough, back out a little…” And so she continued, watching my body for the tell tale spasms that betrayed when I had reached my limit, at least for the moment.

Eventually he was all the way in and pounding almost as furiously as he had been fucking my face. By now she was lost in her own pleasure and I think he had forgotten who he was actually fucking. I have no idea how long it lasted, but the memory is timeless. They both came together. She started first, but this immediately triggered the torrent of his hot cum that filled me up to overflowing.

She was disappointed that I hadn’t cum, and when she offered to get her boyfriend to finish me off I declined. “You kept your part of the bargain and I’ll keep mine. I won’t ask him to touch my dick. Although,” I added with a smirk, “Your didn’t seem to mind touching my ass.”

“That wasn’t your ass,” he chuckled, “It was hers,” He reached around and grabbed her ass while kissing her deeply.

“Fine with me,” I said, “As long as I get to keep the cum.”

“All yours,” she replied with a chuckle, “And the wig’s all mine?”

“Absolutely,” I smiled. “And it looks much better on you than me.

As her boyfriend unlocked the door and walked out, she leaned forward and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“A good ending to the year,” I offered as I headed toward the door.

“Or a good beginning.” She handed me her card with a wink and whispered, “Text me tomorrow.”

I wasn’t sure what to think. After all, I wasn’t bi, but that guy had a fabulous dick, and I hadn’t been fucked that thoroughly in a very long time. I followed them to the exit to say goodnight, and after he held the door for her, he turned to me to shake my hand.

“Thanks for the party, my friend. To be honest, I know she doesn’t like it when I fuck her in the ass, She just pretends to make me happy. So I wouldn’t be surprised if she invites you over to do this again. Just don’t listen when I protest. I like her to think it’s all about her. But that ass of yours was…Let’s just say I’ve got plenty to think about while I’m fucking her tonight.”

Before he turned to leave, he handed me a slip of paper with an e-mail address on it. “A private account she knows nothing about. Hit me up and we can get together again sometime, just the two of us. And this time I’ll finish you off as many times as you want.

With that he turned and rejoined his girlfriend who was still trying to find a taxi. As I watched them drive away I wondered what the new year would bring. I looked at my watch to find that midnight had come and gone. The new year had begun while we were locked up in that bathroom, and we hadn’t even noticed. Or had we? Perhaps they both had, at least on some level, and now it was my turn to embrace something new.

“Rum and coke, please.” I said, ordering from the young college girl working the bar. She was upbeat and fun as she made and gave me the drink. I gave her a tip before turning back towards the party. 

The dimly lit ballroom had a purple and blue tint to it thanks to the lighting. Round tables surrounded a square dance floor where the majority of the party goers were dancing and talking and laughing. A few minutes before I had been one of them, getting my dress clothes sweaty in the humid air. 

I stood at the opposite end of the hall, wearing a silk blue button down shirt and black slacks that were admittedly too tight. I was tapping my foot, sipping my drink, and watching the party. My mom and my new step dad Richard were sitting at a table off to the side, chatting with their brothers and sisters. At a different table, my now former step dad James was chatting with a very drunk and handsy couple and my now former step brother Mark was at a different table, doing the same thing. 

“Like father, like son.” I said to myself, chuckling and sipping my drink. 

“I hope you aren’t talking about me.” Said a voice to my side. I looked over and saw Brent, Richard’s son, my new step brother. He wore the same outfit as me, befitting the groomsmen role we’d both been playing, and held a bottle of beer. 

Brent was very handsome, short and stocky, with a killer ass and a bulge that made me curious. I sipped my drink. “Not you. James and Mark.” I clarified, gesturing with my drink. Brent’s eyes followed and he chuckled. 

“I guess James isn’t waiting long to move on, huh?” My new brother asked with a friendly smile and sip of his drink, as we both watched the crowd. 

“If I know Mark, and if what Mark tells me is true about James, they will both be spending the night in someone else’s hotel room.” I said playfully. 

Brent chuckled. I glanced over at him again. Mark played rugby at his college and it showed. His arms and pecs bulged his shirt and his ass was high and round. I watched him finish his beer and when he glanced up at me I finished my drink as well. “How about we go somewhere a bit more quiet and explore this resort a bit?” 

“You read my mind.” 

We left our empty glasses behind and made our way out a side doorway. The ballroom was on the ground floor of a resort. And as we stepped outside, we were greeted by the gentle roar of the ocean and a cool night sky. Brent put a hand in his pocket as we walked along an outdoor hallway. On one side were the closed walls of the ballroom and the other was a half wall, open to a steep hill leading down to the waves. 

“You’re on the wrestling team, right?” Brent asked. 

“Yup. And you play rugby?” 

“Yup.” He said. This was our first time alone. “Your mom says you work at a summer camp?” 

“Yeah. I went when I was in scouts as a teenager, but now I work there for a month and a half each summer. And it’s pretty fun, and keeps me in good shape so I don’t get lazy.” 

“That’s good, man. You’re in great shape, that’s for sure.” 

“Yeah?” I asked, unable to stop my tone from dripping with innuendo. “Do you work at all?” 

“I clean pools on the weekends and during summer.” He explains, as we followed the walkway around the resort’s perimeter. “Same as you, fun and keeps me fit.” 

“And tan.” I commented, smiling softly as Brent looked at me. 

We soon reached a spot where the half wall opened up to a less steep decline, leading to the resort’s private beach. It was dark near the water and, after a shared look and smirk, we both removed our shoes and socks, rolled up our pants, and walked onto the sand. 

“And in my accounting class,” Brent said, continuing our conversation about school work. “There’s this one kid, he’s a freshman but he’s built like a bodybuilder.” 

“Yeah?” I asked, smirking. Brent might be more similar to Mark and I than we’d expected. “You like him?”

“Like him?” Brent asks, his smile playful. “I just wanna fuck him, man.” 

I laughed as we reached the water’s edge and turned slightly to walk along the coast. It was dark and we were very alone, and the sexual tension was just beginning to rise. “You’re a top then?” 

Brent gave a snort of laughter. “Vers top.” He clarifies, winking up at me. “And if I had to guess I’d say you were in the same boat as me?” 

I nodded. Brent licked his lips. “You single, bro?” 

“Yup.” He said, slowing to a stop. We were next to a few large rocks. I placed my hand on one. It was still warm from the sun. “And you…?” 

I smiled at him, nodded, then lifted myself up to sit on the flattest of the rocks. Brent sat next to me, our thighs touching. I looked down at him. He looked up at me. 

I leaned back onto my hands, looking up at the cloudless sky, the sea of stars and a bright crescent moon looking back at me. Brent’s voice cut through the sound of waves and wind. “Would it be weird if we hooked up?” 

The question made me smirk and look back to Brent, who was looking away at the sea. I answered by sitting up again, turning to look at him, and grabbing his chin. He blinked up at me and I slowly leaned closer. His eyes shut and mine did too. Our noses brushed together. “I don’t think it’s weird at all.” 

I kissed him. 

The kiss deepened. 

He moved on top of me, I laid back onto the flat, warm rock. Our lips and tongues played together as we started to pant and feel over each other’s bodies. His hands grabbed my chest and rubbed my neck and face. My hands groped his ass, squeezing his cheeks through his dress pants. 

When the kiss broke, we stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. I smiled and he smiled back, before straightening up and looking around. My hands went behind my head as I laid there and looked up at him. “No one will see us.” 

“Someone else might be coming here for the same reason as us and they would see.” Brent sat back, incidentally sitting on my crotch as he continued to glance around. But, it was dark and we were truly alone, between the sea and a short cliff. 

I reached forward and grabbed his hips, rubbing them a moment as he looked back down at me. “And who cares if someone sees? We are only step brothers?”

I couldn’t see him blush but I could see Brent’s face change slightly in shyness. “It’s weird. I already said that.” 

“Listen,” I sat up, holding Brent’s lower back as our faces grew close. “I know my mom won’t care and my dad wouldn’t care, and my old step dad and brother wouldn’t care either. Would… Does your family care?” 

Brent sighed. “I mean, dad probably wouldn’t care. All his marriages have been open and I think he told me once that he had a threeway involving his real brother.”

“That’s hot.” I teased, smirking. 

Brent smiled and rolled his eyes. “And the rest of the family isn’t around so, I-” 

I interrupted him with a kiss. My hands roamed his back as we quickly started to make out again. His hands rubbed my shoulders and back, before he leaned forward, pushing me to lay back again. He then straightened up again and started to grind on my lap. “Mmm that feels good, bro.” 

The last word made Brent smile and roll his eyes again. “Feels big, and hard.” 

“Yeah?” I asked. I’d been erect for a while now, but we were finally grinding and talking about it. My hand slid from Brent’s hips to his crotch, groping him and finding his bulge, also as big and hard. 

“Yes.” Silently, we continued to grind together, our hands becoming more active, roaming each other’s chest and unbuttoning shirts. He teased my nipples and I moaned out. “I like that sound.”

I sighed and chuckled then groaned as he continued to tease me. “Suck my dick and you’ll hear a lot more of it.”

“Yeah?” Brent asked, his face playful and devious. He leaned down to kiss me, then kissed down my jaw and neck to my nipples. And after nibbling and teasing them for a long moment, he kissed down my happy trail, then kissed my hard bulge as he stood on the sand, between my knees. He undid my belt with deft hands, then opened my pants, revealing my lack of underwear and hard cock. He grabbed the base and looked at it hungrily, then licked up the underside and kissed my tip. “Damn.”

I was smirking and one of my hands reached down to rub Brent’s head and the other went behind my head as I looked down at it. “You’ve got me so hard, bro.”

Brent rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the teasing. Our eyes met again as he leaned towards my tip, opening his mouth, and taking it into his mouth. I moaned out, then bit my lip as he sucked and licked around my swollen head. And as he started to drool and bob over my dick and take it deeper into his mouth, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. 

“You want my load?” I asked, panting softly. When Brent heard that, he started to suck me with double the effort. Instead of the slow gentle blowjob he had been giving he started to plunge deep and fast, sucking and slurping along my meat. “Ah, fuck. Yeah, don’t stop, bro.” 

My body started to tense, Brent’s hands roamed my belly and legs, and my hands grasped his head firmly. Then, I covered my mouth to muffle my moans, as I started to shoot into his mouth and throat. And I was happy to find that he plunged down again, deep throating me as I bred his throat under the stars. 

“You’re fun.” I said with a chuckle, as Brent came off my cock and moved up to kiss me again. 

“You’re fun too.” And for a moment we laid there, kissing and embracing on the warm rock by the sea. 

Then, we heard distant laughter, and reality came crashing in. 

Brent tensed and looked around panicked, but I calmed him with another kiss and we got up and collected ourselves. After straightening our clothes and hairs, and kissing a few more times, we made our way back along the coast, back towards the resort. 

We chatted a bit about our past sexual partners as we walked. I told Brent about my history with Mark as well as my time in scouts and wrestling and all the various times in college I had gotten myself laid. Brent was impressed and admitted he was jealous. He had a boyfriend since freshman year of high school and they only recently broke up, so, in his own words, he was “practically a virgin still.”

“A virgin top or virgin bottom?” I asked, as we ascended the steps from the beach back to the hotel’s outdoor walkway. 

Brent turned to smirk at me. “Virgin vers.” He winked and I couldn’t help but smirk and start to get hard again. 

We practically ran to the elevator and took a long, quiet ride with a family and their sleeping child to the floor that Mark and I were staying on. And as we approached my door, resisting the urge to rip each other’s clothes off, it opened wide, with a smirking Mark standing there, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. 

“What do we have here?” He asks, looking at us, probably both looking as flushed and horny as we felt. 

“Our new step brother.” I said, lewdly, stepping inside and moving to kiss Mark, but he slipped past me out into the hall. 

Brent and I both raised a brow. “Have fun, boys, but I have a date tonight.” He says with a wink, and grope of his crotch. I rolled my eyes, but Brent blushed. Mark then smacked Brent’s ass, winked again, then vanished down the hall. 

Impatiently, I yanked Brent into the dim hotel suite, slammed the door closed, and pushed him against it and kissed him again. 

We kissed and stripped, clothes flying off until we were both nude and hard. I took my first grasp of Brent’s bare cock, feeling it throb. It was sizable and something to be proud of. And a moment later, I was sliding to my knees, kissing his abdomen and waist, then kissing and slurping on his tip. 

“Ah, fuck…” Brent sighed, his meat hot and rigid with need. I opened my lips and lapped over his swollen head, before swallowing him down and starting to slow and thoroughly bob up and down. He moaned out, a hand going to my head, as I went to grope and massage his balls. And when I deep throated him, Brent gasped and tensed. “Shit, that’s nice.”

I pulled off and slapped Brent’s hardon against my face and lips, then kissed the tip and stood up again. For another long moment we made out, stroking each other and teasing nipples and balls and butts. “Wanna breed me?”

Brent’s eyes lit up at the question and he was nodding before he could answer. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, I do.” 

He took charge, spinning us around and pushed my front against the door. I gasped and grunted, but arched my back and pushed my ass towards him. Brent kissed my shoulder and rubbed my sides, grinding his length along my crack and hole. I hissed and sighed, then tensed as I felt his tip poke against my rim. 

“Take a deep breath.” He muttered, hands sliding around to tease my nipples. I gasped again, then did as he said, just as his fat dick tip pushed inside of me. I gasped out hotly, then bit my lip. His hands pinched my nipples, as he kissed my neck. “Don’t get too loud, bro. You’re right against the door, remember?” 

Brent’s teasing turned me on almost as much as the playing with my nipples. And as he sank deep and went to grasp my cock and balls, I bit my lip and whined hotly. “Fuck yeah…” I muttered, then hissed and moaned as he sank deeper and deeper. 

“Feel good?” He asked, as he sank balls deep and held deep in my guts. I gasped and whined and looked back at him, then nodded eagerly. “Good, cause your hole feels so good.” Brent adds, starting to rock his hips forward and back, fucking me slow and deep. “I’m not gonna last long.”

Our eyes met, both of us glazed with lust. “Breed me.”

That was all the invitation he needed. Brent gripped my hip and shoulder and started to fuck hard and fast, tensing already and panting hard and deep. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, bro. Fuck!” 

With a firm slam deep, I gasped and Brent growled, as he started to cum, shooting his hot load deep into my hole, holding there as I moaned and shuddered. 

“Fuck you’re huge.” I found myself saying, between pants and chuckles. 

Brent just shook his head and chuckled, slowly pulling out and making us both gasp. “You’re just tight.” 

I turned around and smirked down at him. “No, you’re huge.” I said, matter of factly, then yanked him into another passionate make out. 

“You’re huge too.” Brent said, as our kiss came to a close with his hands on my hardon. 

“Thank you.” I said, with a wink. 

I was half led, half pulled deeper into the room. And a moment later I fell backwards on the bed, chuckling as Brent climbed on top to kiss me again. 

Our nude forms and hard cocks ground together, our lips and tongues dancing while our hands explored each other’s bodies. I felt over Brent’s now bare muscles and bubble butt, as he felt over my pecs and arms. Eventually, we rolled over so I was on top, leading the make out and grinding our dicks together. 

“Fuck me, D.” Brent panted, looking into my eyes. I was already smiling as we paused. I pecked another kiss on his lips, then straightened up and shuffled back into position. 

I lifted and spread his legs, my new step brother swallowing and blushing up at me in the darkness. I rolled my hips, my hard, leaky cock poking his hole. The rim was tight and hot. I looked at Brent’s face again. He gave a small nod, so I started to push forward. 

It took several minutes, but I was in no rush. Slowly and sensually I opened him up, using spit and precum as lube, my throbbing tip starting to stretch him open before I sank deeper and deeper. Brent’s face contorted in pleasure and pain, his hot gasps and moans fueling my lust. And once I was balls deep inside of him, my hands gripped his hips as his legs wrapped around my waist. 

Our eyes met again. Brent was smirking lewdly, cheeks dark with flush and his eyes glazed with need. He gave another small nod, his hands reaching forward to rub my arms and chest and belly. He licked his lips as he admired my body, before meeting my gaze again. “Fuck me, Danny.” 

After dumping our first loads already, neither of us was in a rush to finish. What followed was an hour of passionate, steady and hard love making. Our bodies clapped together, our panting and moaning filling the air as we started to sweat onto each other. We kissed as I fucked him on his back, before I rolled his hips up and mounted his ass for a few minutes of pounding. 

We took a pause to open the window and hydrate, before I fucked him again, bend over the couch, mounting him again and holding his neck and shoulders for leverage. When we finally finished, I was sitting on the couch while Brent rode and kissed me. Suddenly he tensed and spilled his second load over my chest and abdomen, and moments later I was flooding his hole and holding him close. And the whole time, we were kissing and embracing. 

“You’re a lot of fun, Danny.” Brent said, after we’d uncoupled and taken a shower together. Although Brent seemed to be a horny bastard, like me, we both enjoyed a more platonic shower as we came down from the high of what had just happened. But now, as we dried off and walked back into the room proper, we both were starting to get hard again. “I think I’m gonna enjoy being your step brother.” 

I chuckled, as I left my towel behind, walking naked to pour us both fresh glasses of water. “I’m already enjoying you, bro.” I said, handing him his glass. Brent also left his towel behind, stepping close, our bodies bumping together as we hydrated again. 

There was a click from the door as it unlocked, before it opened wide to reveal our other step brother. “You two been waiting for me?” He asked, stepping in and closing the door. 

Brent chuckled as we put our cups down. “Nah, we already finished.” I answered, taking Brent’s hand and leading him towards Mark. “How was your date?” 

Mark crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the closed door. “From the sound of it, it was just as successful as your date.” 

Brent stepped forward, reaching Mark first and grabbing his bulge. “Hope you’ve got some juice left for another date.” He said, hand kneading Mark’s crotch. 

I smirked as Mark gave a snort of a chuckle. “Ask Danny, I’ve always got juice left.” 

“I think Brent here is gonna fit in perfectly with us.” I said, reaching the two, grabbing their heads, and pulling them into a threeway kiss. 

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Author’s Note:

As always, thank you all for the support and comments. They really help me with my confidence and give me guidance as to what to write next. Leave any suggestions or ideas you have and I’ll reply to each one! 

See you all in the new year! 

-Danny 

Jake hissed his release, holding my hips between his hands, me bent over the lower bunk in his room. A dozen thrusts and he was done, releasing his load in the bulb of his rubber. He then immediately pulled out of me, picked me up and put me on my knees in front of him. “Clean it off,” he demanded.

It hadn’t really been about sex, it had happened so fast. I hadn’t come. It was about anger and control. Jake hadn’t cared if I did at all as long as he released his tension and anger. He’d had an argument with the filming boss about an angle of filming and that he’d gotten someone’s foot in the frame. At the first chance he had, he just grabbed me, pulled me into his cabin, and covered me to relieve his tension and ire. I wasn’t part of his argument with the filming boss. It wasn’t my foot in the frame.

And I had let him. I always let him and anyone else in the production who wanted a piece of me. I was the production piece. That’s what I was here for—providing my ass to relieve tension.

Jake Jones was the youngest and hunkiest of those regularly covering me while we were on location. But he was just a cameraman. He had to take backseat to the needs and command of Kevin Kolter, the star actor in the TV series Island Detective; and Clive Peterson, the assistant producer, who had hired me as a gofer and the production punch, with the title production assistant. I guess if I was a woman he’d hired to keep the main star and himself happy, I’d probably have been given the title script girl. I did help Kolter memorize his lines in the TV production.

“We don’t have time for more, Jake,” I said. “The break will be over. I’ll need to be on set.”

“So will I, but we’ll take time. I haven’t had a crack at you in a while, and we both know I’m the one who drives you crazy.”

I wouldn’t have gone that far. None of them drove me crazy and none of them gave me an ounce of respect. But he was there, pressing the head of that thick, young cock at my cheek. We certainly didn’t have time to discuss it. So, I opened my mouth over his cock and gave him head and cleaned it up.

When he was satisfied, he pulled his dick out, pushed it back into his shorts, zipped up, and left the two-bedroom bungalow—larger than the one I bedded down in when neither Kolter nor Peterson wanted me for the night—and sauntered out onto the beach near the town of Le Malin on the French-possession island of Martinique and over to the shack where the American police detective supposedly lived and that was the setting for the scene from Island Detective that we were filming today. My cabin was smaller than the others and I was the only one on the lower end of the production crew who didn’t have to share. That was because I had to be available to entertain and service any guys who came to me at night.

We all were on a one-year contract to live here together to film two seasons’ worth of this laid-back murder mystery series set in the Caribbean. After the two years of forty-five-minute programs were in the can, the first year would premier. We’d already been told that the cast would change if a third year was optioned. We weren’t told whether production support staffers, like me, would have our contracts renewed then. I guess it depended on whether they thought they still needed that employee. If they didn’t replace the homo top, Kevin Kolter, with another one, chances were good I wouldn’t be kept on.

Clive Peterson had hired me in Los Angeles specifically because Kolter had included in his acting contract being provided a good-looking, small-bodied, young submissive blond to service him. I’m sure those weren’t the actual words used, but I’m sure the actor’s wishes were taken care of. Peterson had picked me up from a gay club, where I was dancing the pole. I’d caught his fancy and had caused his dick to harden watching me dance the pole at the club. The next time he came to the club, he’d sent flowers and a note to me backstage, saying he’d be at the stage door if I wanted a good late-night dinner. It was how I supplemented my meager income at the time—maneuvering men into feeding me before they fucked me. He wined and dined and laid me. It was all good. He was satisfied.

He shared the stage photo of me, combined with the smartphone pics of him fucking me, with Kevin Kolter, and I caught the actor’s fancy too, so Peterson offered me the job. I grabbed at the opportunity. Kolter was getting long in the tooth, but he was an established TV star and had been a real hunk at some time. I’d come to Hollywood from Pennsylvania to land a job in the movies or a sugar daddy, and this would be a job in TV at least.

I thought too that there was a chance of landing Kevin Kolter as my sugar daddy.

Peterson clarified that I’d be servicing anyone wanting a male prostitute, which obviously included him because he was fucking me while he was explaining the job, and I’d also have to do whatever odd jobs on the set that no one else wanted to do. The job didn’t sound as good then, but it still sounded a whole lot better than what I was doing to hang on in L.A. as long as I could.

And it would be on a lush Caribbean island.

When I stumbled out of the cabin after bending over for Jake Jones and headed for the beach area, where the set for the detective’s beach house was located, I could hear the voices, set to high volume. The director and the leading man, Kevin Kolter, were at it again. They were best buddies when they were drunk, but they got into it incessantly on the set. They were both “last chance” guys in the business, which put them both on edge. In recent years the director had had a string of misses in TV series, a few that hadn’t even made it to first-season trial in recent years. He was hanging on to Island Detective like it was a life line, constantly saying, with hopeful conviction, that it was going to be a winner.

For his part, Kotler was definitely on his way down. He’d been a heartthrob guaranteed series sustainer for decades. The “for decades” part was the kicker. He had once been a handsome, body-beautiful devil, muscular, sexy, mildly hirsute, great torso, infectious smile dude who could move from drama to “oh gosh” amusement at will and on the strength of that mischievous smile. Closely approaching fifty now, he had maybe one more sexy and amusing leading TV series role in him now before having to turn to cameo mature-man appearances in movies and TV commercials—if he didn’t take his shirt off during filming anymore. He was fighting hard for Island Detective to be this series. At the same time, he was tired of being in the closet all these years. He was less careful, at least in the context of this production, in hiding himself—to the extent that he had demanded, if he was going to spend a year or more on location on a remote Caribbean island, that he be accorded a young man to take care of his sexual needs. That would be me for this production.

As I approached, Kolter and the director were arguing about the weakness of the dialogue and plotline that they were supposed to be filming today. The argument, though volatile, because each man wanted to prove to the production people milling about that he was the most creative and commanding of the two, didn’t last long. Secretly, the director agreed with Kolter on the shortfall of the script and had been about to call a halt to filming himself. He was most irked that Kolter had gotten there first.

“OK, if you must be a prima donna about it, we’ll have the script scrubbed and resume filming this afternoon. I really want to get this scene in the can so that we have a day off tomorrow.” Then he called for the writers to get back into harness chop chop and deliver something better, both dialogue and plotline wise before early afternoon.

“I’ll be in my cabin, memorizing lines,” Kolter said. As I arrived, he signaled me to join him. “Dale can help me with my lines,” he added, as he strode out of the set area.

No one was fooled, I’m sure. There were no lines for Kolter to memorize. The script writing was only a day ahead of the filming at this point. The most recent script had just been sent back for rewrite.

But Kolter no longer cared what the production staff thought. They all knew I’d been taken on as the production punch. It was a predominated gay male production. The star fucked me. The assistant producer fucked me. One of the writers fucked me. Any of the technicians, all of whom were in more arousing fit than the more powerful principle members of the production were, fucked me as they liked and whenever I was available. Some of the locals, of mixed ethnic origin, who had been hired to fill out the cast or production crew fucked me too. Those were the most welcome; I discovered I liked brown, fit bodies and plump black cocks inside me.

I didn’t mind being fucked. I liked being fucked, and that had been one of the better aspects of the life I’d fallen into in Hollywood since I hadn’t been immediately discovered as an actor. What I was getting tired of—to the point of considering cutting and running—was the casual, presumed, and sometimes dismissive nature of it on this Caribbean island—probably invited because of the laid-back nature of the island and of the vibe being built into the Island Detective TV series. What I wanted was a little more respect from those I opened my legs for—just a little more respect for me as a person and a tension reliever.

I didn’t get enough regard and respect in this job.

As we were entering Kolter’s cabin—of course he had a private one, the best one available, all to himself—he said, “I’m feeling really tense and tired. I think I’ll have a massage.”

If I’d looked around to see who was going to give him this massage, I wouldn’t have seen anyone but me. He didn’t say, “Dale, would you give me a massage,” or anything close to that. And I knew he was expected a full-body massage.

That’s what I gave him, a full-body massage. I did the front and then the back, and when he turned over again, his cock was standing straight up, as I knew it would be. He certainly didn’t seem tired anymore. And, as far as tense, I took care of that, first, by giving him a hand job. And then, when he cupped my head in his hands and guided my face down to his crotch, I gave him the head he was expecting. And, of course, it all was concluded with me, as naked as he was, saddled on his pelvis, facing him, and with him gripping my waist between his hands and helping me to rise and fall, riding him into the sunset.

I took such good care of his tension that, after he’d come and embraced me and brought me down onto his torso, with both of us concentrating on him going flaccid inside me, his light snoring told me that I’d put him to sleep. I quietly worked my way out from his embrace, pulled on my T-shirt and athletic shorts, and went back to my own cabin to shower, not showering in his cottage so as not to wake him.

Of course, in all of that he didn’t thank me for the massage or the sex or for anything else. And I knew he wouldn’t do so when he woke up either. This sort of service was expected from me. It’s what I’d been hired and brought to this lush tropical island to provide.

The script had been doctored, and the star of the show, rested and services, was in a good mood, joking around with the director and entertaining the film crew with outstanding delivery of the new lines. As the cameras were rolling, the assistant producer, Clive Peterson, took me aside.

“We’re getting together a little all-day boating party tomorrow, leaving from the Dream Yacht Charter offices in La Marin at 8:30 in the morning. I told the guys you’d go out with us.”

It wasn’t a request and I had no question what the “guys” on the boat would be wanting from me throughout the day on the sea. The small city of Le Marin was only a half-hour jitney drive to the west of the filming compound. Much of our filming was done in the town, including at the yacht basin that the Dream Yacht Charter business operated out of. We were here for the long haul and the locals were used to accommodating filming in their streets. They were habitually friendly and laid back and welcomed the money we brought in. Most of them enjoyed being put in the background of street scenes. We made frequent trips into town from our digs at a beach resort that had shut down and leased to the film company for the duration. A couple of jitneys with drivers were on permanent demand to ferry us, as we wished, between the compound and the town.

Before I could say I’d be happy to be covered by a randy group of guys on a boating day the next day, Peterson was already filling in my dance card between the last call of “Cut” on the day’s filming and the next morning.

“I’m having dinner delivered to my cabin tonight,” Peterson said. “I thought we’d eat in and watch DVDs.”

And whatever after that, I thought, knowing that the DVDs Peterson liked to watch were male-on-male porn. Again, this hadn’t come in the form of an invitation, and he was called away to untangle a typical problem of his workday before I could say “yay” or “nay.”

He’d be disappointed, though. Friday nights were mine. I worked a club in Le Marin on Friday nights. With luck I’d make a hookup of my own choosing tonight—hopefully a guy who knew how to say “please” and “thank you.” I’d try to make the boat trip tomorrow, though. Peterson was my employer here. He’d be disappointed—and probably a bit angry—I didn’t show tonight, but I was sure that whatever the “guys,” mostly men from the town, probably middle-aged expats, Peterson had gathered for the boat outing, had entertainment by me built into the fee they were paying. And very little of that would come to me on its way to Peterson’s pocket.

* * * *

Saturday was the film production’s day off. I was time for everyone to enjoy the delights of the French possession island of Martinique in his or her own way. Most started enjoying it on Friday evening by going into the town of Le Marin and taking advantage of the casual, “whatever” lifestyle of the waterfront bars. I regularly went into Le Marin on Friday evenings too, but I had discovered my own small club, Gerard’s, entered from a shallow alley off Rue Victor Scheolcher, and not near to the bar strip along the waterfront. It was where I could get away by myself from those I worked with—and under—all week. It was a gay bar and club, but none of the men I serviced in the film production had found it yet.

Gerard’s had a hookup bar, which included an alcove with four billiards tables that were popular and were the best place to smoothly negotiate hookups while doing something else to cover any awkwardness. There also was a back room, where gay porn videos showed nonstop except for an hour after midnight, where there was dancing on the floor and, usually, a young guy or two strip dancing poles on a small, raised platform. Upstairs there were a couple of small, spartanly, but adequately, equipped rooms, with beds and other sexual aids. These were rented out by the hour.

I wasn’t just a regular Friday night patron. I worked there on Friday nights. I danced the pole there that night, which was no big deal, as that’s what I had been doing in Los Angeles before being hired on the TV production crew. I also augmented my income by letting guys take me up to one of the rooms upstairs after I’d strip danced on the pole. That was no big deal either. I’d been doing that too in Los Angeles.

I had seen the tall, handsome, mixed French-Caribbean Jacques Belain in Gerard’s before and I knew he had seen me dancing the pole, but this Friday night was the first time he approached me. He was a lean, but hard-bodied man in his forties who had aged quite well and was in demand in Gerard’s, although he tended to hold himself aloof there, flirting, convivially chatting, drinking constantly without getting drunk, occasionally touching and fondling, but never going upstairs. He generally functioned as the most charismatic, wealthy, and desirable top in the room. When he came, he usually picked out one young man for the evening, partying with him and sometimes leaving with him. He was said to own a coffee plantation on the Riviere Mastor, up in the mountainous area to the northeast of Le Marin, that had been in his French-family hands for generations

The allure of the man, at least for me, was in the mysterious mix of ethnic origin in him and had all come together to make one handsome, sexy man indeed. There was a predominance of French in his physical features. There also was Carib, the belligerent Venezuelans who had invaded the island and tried, unsuccessfully, to dominate it. And there was the African influence that gave Belain his milk-chocolate skin tone. But there also the hint of the Chinese, from those who had been brought in to work the coffee plantations. All in all, he turned my head as easily as he did any of the other young submissives who came to the club.

That he had chosen me to pursue this Friday evening became obvious soon after I’d taken the jitney in from the film colony compound to Le Marin. As I normally did after accepting a beer and checking out who was in the bar that evening by chatting around for a few minutes, I went to the billiards tables and managed to get myself included in a game on one of the four tables. Not long after I did so, Jacques Belain worked his way into the game as well.

There were codes at Gerard’s. We had not been playing long at the table when Belain said, “Your beer glass is close to empty. May I buy you the next one—and maybe the next one after that?” That was his offer for me to be his for the evening at Gerard’s. I quickly accepted, with a smile. I had wanted to hook up with the man for some time. All of the young submissives who came to Gerard’s wanted to hook up with him. It wasn’t just because he was an uncommonly handsome and well-formed man or that he obviously was very wealthy. It mostly was because of how he held and touched the young man he was with. He was a lover, and I fantasized being with him, under him, and he on top of me, inside me, making love to me.

He was attentive to me through the evening, keeping me close, putting his hands on me, whispering to me, nuzzling me in my throat, and keeping me in beer, and he even accompanied me to the dressing room, when I changed into a gold lame G string to do my turn on the pole. He was in the audience, not cheering as others were, while I danced, but he was, I could tell, as I kept my eyes on him, dancing for him, while I was on the pole.

He came back to the dressing room with me and held me to him, fondling me as the G string hung from my wrist. A little dazed from all of the beer I had had, I just lay in his embrace, moaning low, as his hand glided over my body.

“I think you’ve had a bit much. Perhaps I should drive you back to the film colony and we should call it a night.”

I was slightly disappointed. I would have gone upstairs with him. He would have paid me well; he was a rich man. But I would not quibble on a fee. I started to suggest we stay here—upstairs—but he said, “No. What you need is rest. I’ll take you home in my car.”

He had mentioned driving me back to the film compound, but where he took me was his imposing plantation house, enclosed in deep balconies, a three-quarters-of-an-hour drive up into the Rue Victor Schoelcher hills.

There, he sat me on a sofa in his plush living room and, as intoxicated as I was, brought me another beer.

He should have asked me if he could fuck me. It would have made all of the difference. I would let him. I was prepared for that. I’d been fantasizing sex with him for weeks. I wasn’t a naïve virgin. And he should not have given me another beer to put me over the line of control.

He took me there on the sofa, forcibly and forcefully, without asking permission, as if by right, because he was a rich French planter on Martinique and I was just an insignificant male prostitute. He wasn’t a lover. He was a cruel dominator.

We were sitting on the sofa, his arm around me. He gave me an “it’s time” look, which I received in a haze, about to nod off. He wanted me incapacitated, but he didn’t want me unconscious. He wanted me to know I was being fucked.

“Stay with me; don’t go to sleep,” he suddenly barked, and I felt the sting of the back of his hand, slapping me across the face. I fell back onto the arm of the sofa in surprise and shock. His hands were all over me, as they had been before, but this time it was in insistent need and lust. He pulled my T-shirt over my head and my shorts and briefs off my legs. He lay on top of me, pinning me across the sofa, my back against the arm. He grabbed my wrists and forced my arms over my head as he attacked my body with his mouth and teeth, kissing and biting down my body, into my pubes, swallowing and sucking hard on my cock.

He released my wrists, to move his hands under my thighs to lift and spread them, rolling my pelvis up toward his need. I tried then to rise again and he slapped me across the face, a second time and then a third time, for good measure, growling, “Stay.”

In a haze, shocked, and defeated, I lay back against the sofa arm, whimpering and moaning, as his mouth and tongue went for my anus, opening me up—but not enough.

He left me, rising off the sofa and off me, but only momentarily. I lay there, panting, as he stood over me, stripping himself, pulling on and smoothing out a condom. As he came down on top of me on the sofa again, he turned me, belly on the arm of the sofa, and head and arms dangling off the side. He mounted me, gripping my hips between his hands; he forced himself, brutally, inside me from on top and behind; and he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.

He was not a lover; he was a conqueror. If he’d asked me, I would have given everything to him, even if he wanted to brutalize me as he was doing. That aroused me as jaded as I had become with having sex with a man. But he didn’t ask me. It obviously satisfied him more to take it by force, as if I was just a piece of meat to him. And he wanted me drunk and defenseless when he did it.

* * * *

I woke up on a double bed taking up almost the entire room encased in wooden planks. The walls were made of rough wood as was the floor, and the ceiling consisted of unevenly spaced planks showing a low loft area rising to the undersurface of a pitched roof. The room was well maintained, if a bit primitive. The furniture was a bit primitive as well. After a couple of moments I remembered that I had last been in an expensively furnished plantation mansion, and this wasn’t it.

I had a hangover headache, but not as bad as I sometimes had after a wild Friday night. I was sore all over as if I had been manhandled, which, as I thought about it, I had been. My inner thighs were bruised, and my ass channel was sore. I’d been fucked by a big one, and the man—Jacques Belain, I remembered—had been self-obsessed and brutal about it—unnecessarily, I thought. I’d know he was going to fuck me when we left Gerard’s. He didn’t have to do it the way he did.

I hadn’t lain there long before the door opened. I could see that the door opened to a porch and then the outside, with the side of the plantation house beyond that. A heavy-set man of about forty, African in ethnic origin, entered with a breakfast tray. Various remedies for combatting hangover were also on the tray.

“Ah, good, you are awake,” he said in heavily accented island voice. “I have brought you something for the pain.”

He had no idea, I thought, where most of my pain was located. But, then, maybe he did. He was giving me that look men gave me who wanted to fuck me. He no doubt knew Belain had fucked me.

“Who are you?” I asked. “And where am I?”

“I am Pierre, Mr. Belain’s house manager, and you are at his coffee plantation.”

“I mean where am I right now. What’s this place?”

Pierre laughed. “These were the former slave quarters. The house servants live here now. This is just one of several rooms.”

Ah, the slave quarters. I hadn’t even garnered enough of Belain’s respect that he let me sleep in the plantation house after he fucked me while I was nearly unconscious. I was just another slave.

“Where is Jacques?”

“Mr. Belain moves around the plantation at this time of day, checking up on the workers.” So, I wasn’t supposed to refer to him by his first name. “He said that you are to be moved to the guesthouse to bathe and await his return—if you wish to stay.”

“Not the main house?” I asked.

“No. His young men are housed in the guesthouse when they are here. You were brought here because the guesthouse is being cleaned today.”

“From his last young man being there?” I asked.

“Yes.” Pierre obviously knew everything about Jacques Belain’s fetishes and how he worked them—and he obviously didn’t care.

“You said if I wanted to stay,” I said.

“Yes, he said you may leave, if you wish. Otherwise, you will stay in the guesthouse for two nights; you will service him twice a day, as he wishes; and you will be driven back to the film colony when he is done with you.”

“And if I wish to leave?”

“You can leave on foot—it is quite a distance back to the coast and to where you live and work—or, if I am compensated, Mr. Belain said I may use the car to take you back.”

I didn’t really have to ask what that compensation would be. The man was leering at me. He was rubbing his crotch and I could tell he was hard. If Belain wasn’t going to show me any respect, though, I wanted to leave.

Pierre fucked me, bent over the bed on my belly. He was mounted on my tail, one beefy hand grasping my neck and pressing my head into the mattress and the other one slapping my buttocks as he pounded me hard in a doggy fuck with a plump cock, his big balls slapping against my bruised inner files.

He didn’t show me any more respect than Jacques Belain had.

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The TV-series filming compound seemed deserted when I got back to it, having gotten the ride back from Belain’s plantation that my giving in to his hunky, black house manager, Pierre got me. And, of course it was, I thought as I walked toward my cabin. It was Saturday. Everyone had scattered. Everyone was sick of everyone else. Worse, I had been supposed to be entertaining guys on a boat out at sea. The man responsible for me being here, the assistant producer, Clive Peterson, had told me to be on the boat. In fact, he’d told me to be in his bed the previous night and I wasn’t there. That joke was on me; Peterson was a pussycat, if no more respectful that any of the others. If I’d been in bed with him rather than with the French planter, Jacques Belain, my body wouldn’t be hurting now.

One thing was for sure, though. I’d pissed off the man who signed my paychecks.

I found that the compound wasn’t completely deserted. As I walked by one cabin, I saw through an open door that one of the writers, Stan Richards, seemed to be packing his bags. Just packing my bags and walking off didn’t seem to be an option for me. It Richards was doing that, though, I was sorry to see him go. He was a good-looking guy with a sense of humor—always a smile for me—and he was one of the few guys on staff here who showed me respect.

I knew he was gay and that he was actively so. I also was pretty sure he’d like to fuck me, but he’d never gotten pushy about it. He was friendly, but it was like he was waiting for me to bring it up. I saw him occasionally at Gerard’s. I’d even played billiards with him there. I knew he’d stuck around a time or two to see me dancing the pole. And I’d seen him leave with other young guys, young guys who I knew took cock. But he’d been nothing but polite to me.

I went up to the door and knocked. He turned to me and smiled. “I thought you were going out with Clive Peterson and some guys,” he said.

“I bailed and did something else. What are you doing? Are you packing?”

“Yes, I’m packing. You could say I’m bailing but not just for the day. I’ve order up a jeep to take me to the other side of the island, to the airport at Fort-de-France. I’ve had enough of this TV series.”

“You’ve gotten fired because they didn’t like yesterday’s script?” I asked.

“No. I’m the one who fixed the script yesterday. The other writers are idiots. I’m always fixing the scripts. I’ve decided this series is an loser, as are most of the actors in it, including the Lord Almighty, Disappearing Over the Hill Kevin Kolter. I don’t see this series making it out of the can after the pilot has bombed. I cabled Hollywood and already have another gig lined up.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“You’ll miss me? I didn’t get the impression—”

“You never asked. I like you. I like you a lot. But you never came after me.”

What the hell was I saying? I was in the dumps because none of the tops here gave me any respect and I’m criticizing the one decent guy who had?

“I didn’t think it was my right to make any demands. Not that I didn’t want you . . . not that I don’t want you even now.”

“You do? You know, we could . . . you could stay and we could—”

“Or you could come with me—take the ride to the airport with me and back to Los Angeles. I could cover it and we could work something out there. I’d respect whatever you wanted to do.”

So, that’s what we did.

Like a stalker almost, I stood in the corner of the room. I kept stealing glances at him dancing with her seductively. They were slow dancing like lovers do. One arm over her shoulder and his hand caressing the curve of her ass.

I had no right to be jealous. That’s his wife and I’m just the best friend who is stupidly in love with him. I had been in love with Morris Elijah since the first day I laid eyes on him. I knew he was straight, and I would never make a move on a straight guy, but he was different.

Morris was always dangerously flirtatious. I say dangerously because he always pushed me right to the edge of jumping his bones. He was touchy and always making remarks about the size of his dick. Constantly grabbing on his crotch. I thought for a while that maybe he was overcompensating, then we got high together one day.

That day we were smoking and listening to the latest Drake album. He was sitting on my sofa next to me. Our heads were titled backward, eyes on the ceiling, and his hand was relatively close to mine. Like touching but not touching.

“Bro,” he said with his thick English accent, “I’m so fuckin horny right now. I’m about to send Donna a dick pic.”

As he stood up, I lowered my head. That’s when I saw it! Those grey sweatpants left nothing to the imagination. My bestie was sporting some serious wood. Dick looked thick. I could see the head very well. From what I saw it appeared to be fat. He stood there for a moment, not moving. I don’t know if he was giving me a show on purpose or what, but I thanked the gods for that moment.

He gave my fantasies fuel for their fire. I jacked off so many nights to the thoughts of his BBC. What more could I have asked for? I wanted something I knew he could never give me. So, here I am at the New Year’s Eve/my going away party downing champagne and eye fucking my best friend.

I glanced down at my phone, it was 11 pm. Damn! I needed to head home. My flight is scheduled to leave for LA at 8 am. I was offered a promotion to head up the new division at our LA office. So, I was officially leaving New York on Jan. 1st, 2024.

I looked around the room, it was full of partygoers. A room full of single people looking to not be lonely when the ball drops and couples looking to make sure they stay connected in 2024.

As I moved across the floor, the effects of my drinking took hold of me. I walked over to Morris and Donna. I tapped him on his shoulder, interrupting their slow dance.

“Jamie,” he said excitedly. “You enjoying yourself? Last big NYC party before the West Coast.”

“I’m gonna leave. Early flight,” I said with a slur of my words.

“Leave,” he asked shockingly!

“Yes. Happy New Year you two.”

“Aww, we’re gonna miss you,” Donna said as she hugged me.

My eyes caught the eyes of Morris. We stared at one another. He looked at me as if things were being left unsaid between us. Like we had unfinished business. I looked at him with longing.

As Donna and I broke our hug, Morris said, “I’m gonna walk you down. I’ll be right back bae.”

Donna grabbed him and as she slowly pulled him into a kiss she said, “Don’t be gone long. I wanna be in your arms when the ball drops.” They shared a kiss as I stood there watching.

Next thing I know Morris and I are on an elevator. The ride was quiet. I looked over at him. I wanted to take in his charm and beauty one more time. He was wearing a black tux that fitted his dark skin perfectly. His muscled thighs showed well. His arms were thick and muscular.

He licked his full pink lips as he rubbed his beard. I had known him for five years, and he’d gone through various hairstyles, but this one was the right one. His temp faded low cut was perfect for his round face. His eyebrows were thick and smooth.

It was as if he felt me taking in his beauty because he turned and looked at me. He smiled and it was so sexy. I wanted to fuck. I could feel my blood racing and the pleasurable mood turning on in me.

“You okay,” he asked through his smile.

I just nodded my head.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened to a dark floor. He pulled me by my hand off the elevator. The floor was empty with floor-to-ceiling windows all around, giving us a panoramic view of the NYC skyline. It was breathtaking.

“Where are we,” I asked as I slowly walked towards the window.

“The top floor observation deck. I rented the entire floor out. A damn three-year waitlist, but worth it. Gonna bring Donna up here right before midnight. Had to bring you first so you could see all you’re giving up by leaving.”

I turned and looked at him. I could see it for the first time. He was sad about my departure.

“I already know what I’m giving up. I don’t think New York knows what it’s losing by letting me leave.”

“I think it knows. It just wishes you would have told it what you needed to keep you from leaving.”

“It can’t give me what I need.”

The innuendos we were speaking in weren’t all that subtle. Honestly, I didn’t have time to go down this road. It would only lead to my rejection. Morris could never be who I wanted him to be.

Feeling frustrated I said, “Okay, this was fun but it’s time for me to go.”

I turned to walk away. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to him. Pulled me into his space. Our dark skins met like stars in the night as the moonlight broke into the room. We were so close our lips could touch. He was a little taller than me, so I had to look up at him, and he down at me.

“For once just tell me what you want Jamie. Just say what you want,” he said tenderly.

Call it liquid courage, lust, or desperation. Whatever it was it pushed me to do it. I kissed him! Our lips met. His body was tense, but when I didn’t relent, he relaxed into me. He kissed me back and I got scared and broke away.

I stood there breathless and excited. I wasn’t sure if I should apologize or not.

He turned his back and ran his hands across his face. “Fuck,’ he shouted loud.

He turned back towards me. The look in his eyes was one I had never seen on his face before. He grabbed me forcefully and started kissing me. I went from shock to participation in 1.5 seconds.

His tongue invaded me like cool a summer breeze on a hot day in July. Never breaking our kiss, I pulled his jacket off and started to unbutton his shirt. He was less pleasant with me. As soon as my jacket was off, he ripped my shirt open. Buttons flew, but I didn’t care.

I pulled from the kiss. His eyes, that look was hunger and lust. I smiled and finally, I touched his bare chest. I ran my hands over his dark chest and nipples. They became erect just from my touch and that turned me on even more.

I ran my hands over his smooth abs. I was slowly teasing his body. My hands made their way to his pants. I could feel his hard dick and it was perfect. I ran my fingers over the front of his pants. His breathing got a little heavy.

Slowly I got on my knees. I pulled his pants and underwear down. His dick came out, slapping his stomach and then standing at attention. It was a thing of beauty. Nine inches long, as thick as a can of air fresher, dark shaft, pink head, and neatly trimmed pubes. His balls hung low though not large. I knew they’d feel good slapping against my taint.

My mouth watered with desire. So much time had been wasted. I opened my mouth and took it to the back of my throat and then some. Deep-throating was an art of mine, and he’d been missing out.

“Got damn! You talented ass….ni….aagh,” He screamed before he could finish that word. I started to tickle that thick little skin that connects your ass and balls. It was too much for the boy. He unloaded a sweet salty mix of thick cum into my mouth.

He tasted better than I could have ever imagined. I swallowed him like he was the first drink of water I had ever had.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth. It was dripping with my saliva and small remnants of his cum. That’s when you know you’re a beast. You make a guy cum that fast. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. He shoved his entire fat ass tongue down my throat.

“My turn,” he said as he pulled his tongue from my mouth.

He pushed my face first up against the window. My pants and underwear came down. I kicked them across the room and heard him do the same to his pants. His strong hand slapped my left ass cheek. I flinched and groaned in pleasure as well.

He pressed himself up against me. His dick slid up and down my ass crack. He started to suck on my neck. I pushed back on him trying to get his dick on my hole. He pinched both my nipples in his fingers. I felt his dick start to come back to life.

He started kissing me down my back. God his lips felt amazing. His hands grabbed both my fat ass cheeks. He pulled them apart, and spit on my hole. I quivered inside and out. That fat tongue of his slapped my hole. He did one slow lick up, and he was hooked. He ate me like a madman.

My legs were shaking. He was tongue was fucking me like I was his last supper. He would lick my hole and then push his tongue inside and turn it slightly, which made me whimper. Then he would suck on it, pulling my entire hole into his mouth. Shit, it made me piss just a little each time.

I was on the verge of unloading when he finally stopped. He stood back up. He pushed my upper body down and pulled my hips back. It was time. All these years of wanting and hoping were about to pay off.

“Imma fuck you like a bitch!”

I wanted to scream yes. Instead, I just wiggled my ass and winked my hole. I heard him spit and then I felt it on my hole. I braced myself for it. The head against my hole and then it happened. He pushed and my body happily welcomed him in.

In the blink of an eye, he was inside of me. I took every bit like a pro. He started to slide in and out of me. Fucking me like I was his, and he was mine. I had never gotten so wet so fast. Every stroke he gave me came with a slap on my ass. I bounced back on him like waves on a beach.

My dick bounced between my legs like a tree branch blowing in the wind. He fucked me with skilled passion. I knew people in the other building could possibly see us. I didn’t care. If they were looking, they were seeing a man finally feel the love of his best friend in all the ways possible!

Every slap of his balls against mine made me crazy. I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the pleasure. He leaned over, his chest on my back, and nibbled on my ear and then my neck again.

“All these years you were keeping all this ass to yourself. Selfish ass,” he said as he pounded my senses away.

He pulled out of me. I felt the air from the room go up my open ass. He turned me around and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His dick slid right in me as if it was a familiar home. I had never been fucked standing up.

I could never go back to regular fucking now. He had one arm around me and the other flexing a muscle. He was showing off his strength and talents. I was here for it all. Not to be outdone I started to bounce on his dick. Making my walls tighten on every upward move and release on the downward motion.

“Oh shit! Fuck me back, Jamie,” he said through grunts of pleasure.

He had me so open. I could feel my ass juices running down my cheeks. If I listened carefully, I could hear them dripping onto the floor!

Without missing a beat, he laid me on the floor. I spread my legs like an eagle. He slowed his stroke game and started slowly dancing in me. He licked my foot and took my big toe in his mouth, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I erupted without touching my dick.

I screamed, “Oh Fuck!”

My cum splattered across my stomach, chest, lips, and some in my mouth.

“Can I keep fucking you,” he asked.

“Yes!”

He picked up his pace. He was beating my walls into submission. Morris leaned in and kissed me, tasting my nut as well. My ass started making this weird noise. I was queefing from my ass. It startled me and turned me on. He truly had been fucking me like a bitch.

I felt my dick harden again. I reached down to stroke it, but he knocked my hand away. He started to massage the head of my dick. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I grabbed onto his meaty ass cheeks.

They clapped in my hands as he power fucked me. Sweat poured off us like water dripping from a wet body. He started to fuck me with an increased urgency. I knew it meant the end was near. He started to fuck harder.

Before I knew it my nails were in his back! I broke his skin as I clawed him. He fucked me like I was some pussy. So, like a pussy I was leaving my mark for the next woman to find.

He pushed himself so deep in me one last time. I felt my dick explode again. He screamed and I felt hot liquid rushing into me like a river meeting the ocean for the first time.

His body trembled as rope after rope of cum coated my inside. Outside I saw the skyline light up with fireworks. We made it into 2024. Only he wasn’t with his wife he was inside of me, and his dick was still pulsing and letting out cum. I felt bad for any LA guy that I would eventually fuck, because he had just ruined it for anyone else. I would always compare this fuck to every fuck after.

After several minutes of laying on top of me his dick finally plopped out! He rolled over and lay next to me. The room was finally silent. No more echoes of skin slapping against skin. I don’t know how long we lay there, but eventually, I heard light snoring coming from him.

I got up and got dressed. I carried my ripped shirt in my hand. I took one more look at him. He now lay on his stomach naked and sleeping. I admired those beautiful chocolate globes. I bent down and spread his cheeks. His dark hairy hole came into view. I touched it. It was tight. I licked his hole. Finally, having tasted every part of him. I licked his hole again, and he moaned softly in his sleep. I smiled to myself.

I stepped onto the elevator. I pulled out my phone. Damn, it was 1 am! I had many notifications. A few missed calls and texts from Donna. I’m sure she wanted to know where her husband was. I couldn’t be the one to tell her. That was going to be their mess to figure out.

The elevator finally reached the first floor. The doors opened. I was met by a worried-looking Donna and a few of her girlfriends.

“Jamie,” she said surprisingly.

I looked at her with no words. She looked at me and then at the ripped shirt I was carrying. She looked back at me, and her eyes started to water. It was then that I caught a glance at my reflection. I had several huge hickeys on my neck. I guess he had marked me as well. The doors of the elevator closed on her. I had a choice to make. Go back to the top floor or hit the basement.

Happy fucking new year to me!

Well it took awhile for the press to settle down after “shortcakes” (my secret service name) disappearance and a few congressional investigations of the secret service and ethics of mom and Dads child rearing policies. Dad just shrugged it off as it is his responsibility, not the congress and like prior to the election I was off limits. The Christmas holidays were tough as Tyler’s parents insisted he go home and my parents wanted a first family style Christmas for press and publicity reasons and Tyler only had a limited amount of time off since he made the national swim team and even though it was an off year it could help him win a spot on next year’s summer Olympics. Yes Tyler was making waves so to speak, as he was surpassing many swimmers that were supposedly better than him. Who knows how much better he would have been if my dads campaign didn’t distract him for that year. Tyler came away from the nationals with second place, his chances were improving with each day that next summer we may be headed to Europe for the games. I’ve already told my parents I was going, dad actually thought of it before me and mentioned I could be an emissary representing the USA at the games as a side note, this would even make it easier for the press and public top accept. It also meant that dad was following Tyler’s progress over the months, and that thought made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

A few short weeks later we had Spring break, Tyler’s and mine somewhat aligned but I took a few extra days and flew out to the west coast to visit with him. He was still in class but Lyle met me at the airport and we went to lunch where we caught up on old times. True to fucking form my secret service guy was never far away and I complained to Lyle the whole time about him, and how I missed my old guy.

That night Tyler got home o his apartment later than normal and he was so apologetic he tried to ditch practice, but his coaches wouldn’t hear of it, as it was the last practice before spring break. We were all (Me, Lyle, and my new secret service guy) sitting in his living room munching out on pizza that Tyler just dove into saying he’s been on his strict diet and just said fuck it. After dinner it was late and I went to bed in Tyler’s bed, Lyle in his and the secret service guy on the couch, there was also a detail outside the building which was already in a secure and safe area.

Tyler and I behaved as the apartment was small and a bit crowded for the 4 of us, but we managed to snuggle and get each other off with just simple kissing and hand jobs, but trust me that’s all I needed at that point was my lovers hands caressing my private parts, and seeing him smile as he released his seed into my hands with the dimly lit smile on his face. Afterwards we wound up just spooning each other to sleep.

The next morning Tyler told me to pack a bag, which was silly because I never unpacked, as he explained he had a surprise for me. We headed into a spring break deserted town to a diner for breakfast as my guards stood outside and Lyle left the table after grabbing a bite to eat and headed outside to join them. Tyler than explained we were heading to Vegas for a few days. I was surprised but had to protest that we really shouldn’t because of security and my dad and all that. He told me not to worry because its already handled Lyle had notified your parents of the trip and it’s all been cleared by the secret service and that’s why there were the extra details with me.

After breakfast to limos pulled up to the door and we were headed off to Vegas a secret service driver and agent in the front seat and me and Ty in the back to ourselves and Lyle and the other agents behind us. Tyler and I partied all the way to Vegas and were ¾ naked by the time we arrived at the Bellagio hotel where 6 penthouse rooms were cordoned off in a separate hallway.

Tyler and I were in our room and he told me to dress for dinner but use the tux in the closet. Damn there were 2 full blown tuxes and I couldn’t imagine what was up. We dressed as I tried to get frisky and he warded me off and said we’d be late.  But first he got down on one knee and asked me to be his husband, I was caught off guard but immediately said yes and figured we were headed to dinner to celebrate. He quickly fixed my tie and we headed down the hall and to the penthouse private elevator and then the surprise of my life.

We entered a small private ballroom and there was Mom and Dad, yes the president and first lady and Tylers parents were waiting, and the room was set up for a small intimate wedding. Mom and dad were secretly flown in and everyone was aware of the plan from the beginning. I later asked Tyler “what if I said no”?

Glorious wedding night sex scene back in the room

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• Chapter 17 – public announcement of the nuptials that already occurred
• Chapter 18 – Royce moves into Tyler’s apartment and they finish school together Lyle stays on and Royce still has SS agent till dad is out of office
• Chapter 19 – Dads reelection and conclusion reminiscing all the progress the past 4 years have brought and a new norm of a middle of the line party forms, as Tyler and Royce start their Lives and home away from Washington after college graduation.

Sadly you’ll need to fill in your own Blanks, my deepest appreciation for your continued support of Doug’s stories!! Donald J

This is an original work of fiction.  Any charters or similar situations resembling persons living or dead is purely coincidental!  Any feedback or comments are greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 3

Round 1

Mr. Perez went flying into the turnbuckles in Billy and Danny’s corner and cried out as his back slammed in, arrgggh!!  Danny immediately raised both of his hands to show that he was not interfering or double-teaming Mr. Perez!  Billy came running towards his corner and at the last second brought his knee up and slammed into Mr. Perez’s abs, causing Mr. Perez to cry out again as his abs absorbed the assault from Billy’s knee!  Billy grabbed the middle ropes on both sides and drove his shoulder into Mr. Perez’s abs, all Mr. Perez was able to do was half grunt, half gasp as the wind was being knocked out of him!  Since he was still in position, Billy drove his shoulder into Mr. Perez’s two more times!   

Mr. Perez was almost doubled over from the assault on his abs, Billy grabbed him by his hair and brought him into a side headlock!  Mr. Perez brought his hands up to try and push Billy’s arms up but that just made Billy tighten his grip causing Mr. Perez to drop to one knee.  Billy took the opportunity to bring Mr. Perez’s face up close to his chest and move his head up and down across his nipple stimulating himself.  Mr. Perez noticed what Billy was doing and almost stuck his tongue out to lick Billy’s nipple but Billy relaxed a little before he tightened his hold again causing Mr. Perez to focus on trying to break the hold.

Mr. Perez started to get back up to an almost standing position and was continuing pushing to get out of the headlock.  Since Billy has his back to Mr. Alvarez his line of sight was blocked, Billy grabbed Mr. Perez by the hair and then executed a hip toss!  Mr. Perez yelled out as he went over Billy’s hip and landed on the canvas, bam!  Mr. Perez had his left arm around Billy’s back resting on his hip and his right arm pushing up on Billy’s arm trying to get out of the headlock. 

Then Mr. Perez grabbed Billy’s trunks and pulled him over into a pinning position, Billy started kicking with his legs and with the momentum brought himself back over onto the canvas with the side headlock still in place.  Mr. Perez started to get back up to an almost standing position, Billy quickly changed from a side headlock to a front face lock and started to drive Mr. Perez back into his and Danny’s corner.  Again, since his back was to Mr. Alvarez with Mr. Perez’s body in front of him, Mr. Alvarez did not see that Danny had reached through the top and middle ropes and had grabbed the back of Mr. Perez’s trunks and was pulling him into their corner!  While still holding the back of Mr. Perez’s trunks, he reached up and made the tag with Billy. 

As Danny was coming through the ropes, Billy executed two rapid knee lifts into Mr. Perez’s abs keeping him winded!  Danny grabbed Mr. Perez by the hair and applied his own side headlock as Billy exited through the ropes.  Danny started to take a few steps then leapt up executed a bulldog, driving Mr. Perez’s face into the canvas!  Mr. Perez was trying to catch his breath but was a little dazed from the bulldog he just received was trying to get oriented to where he was.  Then Danny pulled him up by his hair and pushed his back into the ropes and whipped him across the ring.  Danny then leaned back against the ropes and sent himself forward and caught Mr. Perez with a clothesline in the center of the ring and Mr. Perez went down with a hard thump!  Danny quickly got to his feet and landed an elbow drop almost exactly where his forearm had hit in his clothesline! 

Danny got up and landed another elbow drop!  Mr. Perez was in a world of hurt and had not been able to mount any offense at this point.   Danny then got up and grabbed Mr. Perez by the ankle and dragged him closer to his and Billy’s corner.  Then he rolled Mr. Perez over onto his stomach, stepped over him and then grabbed his left leg by the ankle brought it up and put him in a sharpshooter!  Mr. Perez cried out, “aarrrggghh” as he felt the pain in his knee as Danny applied the pressure!  As he was leaning back, he asked Mr. Perez, “do you submit?”  “hell no!” responded Mr. Perez! 

Mr. Perez brought this right hand behind him and was just grabbing blindly.  He managed to get a hold of Danny’s braid and he just started to pull, he was weaking from all of the abuse he had received and was desperate to make a tag!  Danny cried out being pulled by the hair so he pulled up on Mr. Perez’s leg causing him to release his hair due to the added pressure and pain on his knee.  Danny was close enough to his corner that he could make a tag with Billy!  When Billy reached his hand out, it was such a quick hit as it was he grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled to get some leverage on Danny’s sharpshooter!  As Billy entered the ring, Danny didn’t immediately release the hold which allowed Billy to execute an elbow drop across Mr. Perez’s lower back!  Again, Mr. Perez cried out as the pain shot up his back from Billy’s elbow drop!  Danny dropped his leg and exited the ring!

Billy then rolled Mr. Perez on his left side, placed his boots into the small of his back .  Then he grabbed Mr. Perez’s right arm and right leg and leaned back in a bow and arrow move!  As he was leaning back, all Mr. Perez could do is cry out in pain as the pressure was being applied to his lower back.  He was still too far away from his own corner to make a tag!  He asked Mr. Perez if he wanted to submit but all he got was a, “hell no!”  Billy dropped the hold, stood up and grabbed Mr. Perez by the hair and brought him up and pushed him against the ropes and whipped him across the ring and executed a flying drop kick dead center to Mr. Perez’s chest on his return from the ropes knocking him flat on his back, Billy quickly moved across his chest and started the count but only got a 2 count when Mr. Perez kicked out! 

  Since they were closer to Mr. Perez and Mr. Alvarez’s corner, Billy decided to taunt Mr. Alvarez.  Billy rolled Mr. Perez over onto his stomach and crouched down, hooking both of Mr. Perez’s arms over his thighs and then then slapped on a chin lock and started to lean back for a camel clutch!  Mr. Perez cried out and one of his hands went up to try and break the chin lock and the other was stretched out as far as he could trying to make a tag!   Mr. Alvarez was standing on the bottom rope and leaning as far over the top rope as he could without toppling into the ring but they were still just not close enough to make a tag!  Billy was really enjoying this, he finally had his hands on Mr. Perez and had been dominating him for pretty much all of round 1!  Finally as Billy was leaning back, he heard the words, “I give, I give!!!”  Billy released the hold and let Mr. Perez collapse to the canvas!  He went back to his corner and was high fiving Danny as they took the first round.  Meanwhile, Mr. Alvarez came through the ropes to help his partner up and take him out on the ring apron!  While their opponents were celebrating their win, he told his partner, “obviously we underestimated these two, not to worry we will get them in round 2!”