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I recently moved. I decided to downsize and moved across the country and into a smaller home.

This new home has a lot of potential and the first thing I did once I got settled into it was make plans to do some remodeling. It has an extra room that I wanted to make into a play room. Not just any old play room mind you, but a sex play room.

I placed some ads seeking discreet contractors to give me prices for the job. The first guy that came by looked over the plans and decided he wasn’t interested. The plans are very explicit in that they show what and where all the sex paraphernalia would be situated and what had to be built to accommodate it all.

A few days later another contractor came by and he also wasn’t interested. I was about to give up on it and just do it all myself. I didn’t want to do it this way because it would take too long.

By now though I had met many of the neighbors and found some to be very welcoming to my lifestyle choices. One of these, Richard, had befriended me and knew all about what I wanted to do with the extra room. We had become very friendly and indulged in many of the same sexual preferences.

He told me he knew a guy that would do the job for me and he was very reasonable. He would also be very friendly as well.

The following day I got a call from his friend, Tim. He wanted to come by and see what the job entailed. When he showed up, I had just gotten out of the shower and had just a pair of shorts on.

I told him to come on in and then showed him the room and the plans. I also told him that I had everything except the building materials for the room in the garage.

We talked for a while and I noticed him checking my cock out as it flopped around in my shorts. When I walked in front of him to go into the garage I felt his hand on my ass.

I slowed my walk down a little, encouraging him to feel more of my ass. My cock was by now hard.

Once in the garage he pushed me up against a wall and grabbed my cock. You like it rough do you. He asked. Yes Sir, I told him I like to be used and abused. Good, I’m going to fuck this ass today and then again, every day I am here working on this project.

Now get on your knees and start sucking my cock for me. I dropped to my knees and he slid his pants down revealing a big cock. I took it into my mouth and started sucking it. I couldn’t get it into my throat but did get most of it into my mouth. He grabbed my head and began moving it up and down on his cock.

He did this for a while and then stopped telling me to get my shorts off and lean over the hood of my car.

He spit on my hole and then began working his cock into me. When the head finally popped in, I moaned loudly from both the pain and pleasure of it. Once completely in me he began really pounding my hole.

He didn’t last more than a few minutes before flooding me with his cum. He pulled out and his cum flowed out as well, running down the insides of my thighs.

He pulled up his pants and told me he would come by tomorrow with his price and I should be ready for another fucking when he gets here. Then he left.

It was 8:00 the following morning when my door bell rang. It was Tim. I let him in and we went over his bid for the remodel work. It was pretty straight forward and we agreed on the cost. He told me he would be back this afternoon with his crew to begin the demo work.

He also said that part of his contract would require me to be naked whenever he and his crew were there. I hesitated but then gave in and agreed.

Good he said, now get naked and on your knees. I did as he ordered and he pulled his cock out and told me to suck it and I had better swallow every bit of his cum.

I sucked his cock for ten minutes before I felt it start to swell and spasm as he emptied his balls into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and didn’t miss a drop.

He put his cock away and told me he would be back about noon to start the project. When he returned, he had three workers with him.

I greeted them at the door, naked as I was told to be. He introduced us and told the guys that I would be available for them to use if they got horny while working. They looked at me and each other and then smiled evilly.

Tim then walked them through what needed to be done and left to go get some of the materials they would be needing.

I returned to my office and started surfing the sex sites online.

Tim came back an hour later and asked me how things were going. I told him I thought everything were going well as I hadn’t seen his guys but could hear them making plenty of noise as they were tearing stuff out.

He then went to check on them and was happy with the progress they were making. I heard him tell them to take a break and I would help them relieve some of their tension.

He called me to the work area and when I walked in, they all had their cocks out. Tim told me to start sucking their cocks.

As I began sucking their cocks, I could feel Tim lubing up my hole. Once I had them all hard, he told them to bend me over something so he could fuck me. As I was held down, I could feel Tims cock push into me. Once in he began fucking me hard.

He didn’t last long before I felt him shoot his load deep into my ass. As soon as he puled out he announced, “next” and another hard cock pushed in.

His went on until they all had bred my ass with their seed. Then they went back to work.

Jumped right into the work right alongside the others and I went back to my computer, dripping cum along the way.

This was pretty much how things went for a couple of weeks until they were ready to start installing all of my equipment. This is when things slowed down considerably.

After they got each item, all set up they had to try it out with me. They set up the swing first and put me into it right away. I was soon being fucked at both ends as it swung back and forth.

This took about two hours for them all to fuck me once at both ends before calling it a day. The next day they set up the fuck bench as well as the Saint Andrews Cross. Again I was fucked several times on each one of them.

The next day they installed the hanging seat. Now this was a special seat as it had a large opening in the bottom of it exposing my hole. It also had a dildo mounted right under that.

Tim told me to pick out a dildo for my first time in it. I picked out a medium sized one and set it up. Then he had me strapped into the seat. This chair had an electric hoist attached to it and it was lifted up with me in it. Then they positioned the dildo under me and started lowering me onto it.

One of them also attached some nipple clamps to my nipples and they played with them as the chair slowly lowered me onto the dildo. They took lots of time doing this and my nipples hurt like hell.

I had been lowered down until I had about half of the fake cock inside my hole. This is when they asked me if I was ready to be really fucked. I told them no, but they just laughed.

I felt them remove the nipple clamps and before I got over the initial pain from that I was dropped suddenly all the way onto the dildo.

They wasted no time before they were raising and lowering me onto it at a fast rate. I suddenly shot my load of cum all over my chest as they dropped me onto it one last time.

When they took me out of the chair I just collapsed right there onto the floor. They left me like that and Tim told me they would be back to finish everything up tomorrow. He said he also was setting up a house warming party for my play room on Saturday.

The following day when they arrived, I was, as usual, at the front door naked and waiting for them. As they entered, they each fucked my mouth and fed me their first loads of the day.

This day they got all the shelving up and all the toys placed where I wanted them.

The last item was the sex bench. This one wasn’t attached permanently to anything but was moveable so it could be used anywhere in the room.

The now strapped me onto it and each of them took his time with me. First, he would fuck my mouth and then my ass. Each of them followed this pattern fucking me at both ends but finishing by breeding my ass.

They left me like this as they cleaned everything up and took their tools out to their trucks. After the guy’s left Tim came back in and told me he was leaving too. I asked him to please release me but he said that he had called Richard to come over and do that.

I must have fallen asleep for awhile but I suddenly woke up feeling hands running over my back. Well now, what do we have here Richard asked me. I asked him to please turn me loose. He grinned and said he would but first he wanted to try out my new sex bench with me.

Then he stepped up to my face and pushed his cock into my mouth. Now do a real good job getting me hard so I can fuck that nice ass of yours and then I will let you off the bench.

I didn’t take long getting him hard and he in turn didn’t take long filling my ass with his seed. Then he released me and we went into the living room to talk and enjoy some cold beers.

Naked Tag Team Championship

Good evening fans. This is your play-by-play announcer Randy Broom looking forward to an outstanding matchup on tonight’s card. This will be the first Southern Naked Wrestling Tag Team Championship match ever. And the contestants look like they can put on some show. The first team is from Atlanta and call themselves the “Cop Killas”. They are brothers, although not twins, who still look and wrestle alike. Both are 6’2” and 210 lbs. They have an impressive record in local wrestling federations and are the pride and joy of the Black Wrestling League out of Atlanta, where they are undefeated. They are Rocker and Rapper.

Their opponents are new to the area and are called the Choirboys because of their innocent and handsome looks and to die for bodies. Doug is 6’3” 215 lbs and Zoltan is 6’2” 195 lbs. They are a beautiful pair to see and come highly recommended from the Midwestern league they wrestled for. For looks my money is on the white boys. For power I have to go with the blacks. Sorry fans just calling it as I see it.

Both teams are now in the ring receiving their instructions and the difference between them could not be greater. The blacks are animated and are eying their opponents pointing fingers and making remarks. The white boys are calm and listen to the instructions. Wait a second, they are going down on their knees. I guess this is why they are called the Choirboys. I can hear them. Doug said, “We pray that no harm my come to our opponents.” Now they get up and offer a handshake which their opponents refuse and they turn to go to their corner.

Whoa! The choirboys open their attack on the unprepared black muscle by landing two mirror dropkicks on the backs of the “Killas” driving them into the corner as well as into each other. Moving against the blacks they pull them out of the corner and whip them into the ropes. As they come off, they are met with another Choirboy dropkick. Doug has Rapper and Zoltan has Rocker. Wasting no time the handsome young men drop knees across the throats of the downed boys. This is followed by a quick leg drop as well on the same target. Pulling them up by the hair the boys do a front atomic drop and immediately following it up with a back atomic drop as well. The black boys are rolling on the canvas from the well-placed blows.

Pulling on their hair the Choirboys are ready to try something else. A German suplex sends the black bodies into the mat back of their head first. The move is repeated twice more with devastating effect. The “Killas” are being killed. A mirror leg drop across the chest and a knee drop to the head lay out the poor black boys. These young things are well trained and vicious to boot. Here goes a bodyslam and an elbow drop on the chest. These Atlanta guys are being taken apart piece by piece without any response at all. Love these kinds of matches. They pull the legs of the black wrestlers up into a V and land a well placed and very effective knee drop on the exposed balls of these black muscle men. They may be big in the sex organs but they are a little weak in the skill areas as this match is proving. They are now placing the black boys on top of the turnbuckles and execute two perfect Hurricanas that plant the heads of both blacks on the mat. Moving forward without losing a beat the Choirboys do a spinning neck breaker and leave their opponents on the mat with little fight left.

But these boys know how to put on a good show and they are not finished yet with the entertainment of the crowd. Putting them into a cradle they drop them to their knees and apply an over the knee backbreaker. Pushing down on the chin they grab the balls of the black men and pull down on them as well. The screams are ear splitting as the manhood of these black boys are manhandled by these two white hunks. The pressure is unbelievable. Both blacks are screaming their submission but according to the rules there are no submissions without the winner’s approval. Dropping their victims they put them into an across the shoulder backbreaker and again pull on the balls of the black muscle boys. Again, they scream their submission and again the white studs refuse to accept. They are getting off on this match.

Now they lift their victims in a reverse military press and drop the black bodies on to the knees which sends a jolt into the back of each ebony wrestler. Pulling them up by the hair they put them across their shoulder face down head forward. They both hold on to the heads and flip them forward landing the head and neck on the knee while letting the body fall to the mat. That must have stung. The “Killas” are out on the mat and barely moving but the Choirboys are moving in again and send kicks into the abs of the downed fighters. Going now into a fireman’s carry they fall back landing on top of the black bodies as they hit the mat. Raising them they hurl them into the ropes and perform a picture-perfect backdrop that sends the poor things into the stratosphere before they land with a bash. Going to the top ropes of the corner they execute a flying somersault landing square on the torsos of their targets. This is getting to be more fun than I thought. A major squash job by two excellent technical wrestlers with attitude against a pair of wannabes who took on more than they could handle.

Lifting the black bodies off the mat they drive a Finnish kick into their faces sending them sprawling on the canvas. I think they might have broken some noses with that move. Here go a couple of sharpshooters putting great pressure on the already badly beaten backs of the black brothers. They are both screaming their submission and tapping out but their cries are being ignored. Letting go of the hold the white hunks apply a surfboard but pull up to leave their quarry suspended in the air facing the ceiling bending their backs even further. As their arms are released the black boys are whipped forward by the powerful legs of the Choirboys landing face down with a thud. If their noses weren’t broken before they are now. “It is time to render justice to those who kill cops. They will not escape vengeance for their crimes”, announces Doug. 

Raised by their tormentors the battered bodies are flung into the ropes and met with a pair of bearhugs. The white boys are applying tremendous pressure on the bruised and manhandled backs of the black pair. Arms like hoops of steel encircle their victims and fists are placed in the small of the back along the spinal column while muscles tighten and biceps explode with unimagined energy. The movements of the white studs tell me they are after more than victory. They are moving their bodies in undulating motions that cause their penises to rub against those of their opponents. They want to win and be sexually satisfied as well. They certainly have earned it after the devastating and total defeat of these poor excuses for wrestlers. You can sense that they are feeling their juices arise as they continue to squeeze and rub their “bitches”. It shouldn’t be long now. Yes, their movements are becoming even stronger and more determined. This is where many young men are seriously injured in Naked Championship Wrestling. The sex drive takes over and the end only comes when one has been satisfied which is often beyond the ability of the loser to survive. I have seen at least two matches where the winner came after the breaking point of his opponent. One of those young men recovered from his injuries but the other is finished as a wrestler. What will happen here? Will the white boys shoot first or will the black backs give out first? Here we go. The frenzy of the Choirboys has reached its climax and they shoot into the groin of their defeated targets who seem to have avoided permanent damage. But the boys don’t seem ready just yet to let go. They are keeping up the pressure. How much longer this can go on I have no idea.

A cry of victory and a smile at each other ends the massacre. The bodies of the black brothers fall to the mat without any movement except for the shallowest of breathing. The boys raise their arms to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd and the beautiful destruction they have laid on these poor also rans. Southern Naked Championship Wrestling has its first tag team champions.

Wait a second. The Choirboys are pulling the blacks up to waist level. So that is what comes next. Beaten physically, its now time to destroy them sexually and emotionally. Taking their now engorged cocks they thrust them into the black mouths and drive them in and out with all the power in their muscular bodies. Pelvic movements make the process incredibly exciting. The level of anticipation among the crowd keeps growing as the cocks of the white boys also grow with the feeling of warm flesh enveloping the manhood of the victors. The crowd is starting to chant “Shoot, shoot, shoot.” This is what makes the matches so attractive – the physical and sexual domination of the looser. Here it comes. The moans and reactions of the Choirboys announce the coming explosion of manhood into the black boys. So much cum is being released that it is flowing out of the poor boys’ mouths and on to their bodies.

What a climax to the evening’s entertainment. Wait! There is more. Taking the boys they are tying them up in the ropes. What next? Here it is. The white mouths are taking the black nipples inside. Sucking, they are bringing the black boys to a sexual high. Now they take the penis of each man and do an unusual twisting movement of the penis. The reaction of the blacks is to be sent into an incredible shuddering of their bodies as the beautiful sexual manipulation goes forward. There it goes. They shoot they’re cum onto their bodies with the white muscle draining them of every drop of the white liquid. Such an action reduces the poor black boys to boy-toys for the white dominators. Releasing them from the ropes the blacks lie on the mat.

Another event is taking place. The Choirboys are going down on their knees again but this time each kneels on the chest of his opponent. “Help them recover from their injuries so they may wrestle again. We would like to give them a rematch”, intoned Doug. Standing up they leave the ring with quiet dignity and personal command. Waving to the crowd but avoiding unseemly demonstrations of victory. The maintenance crew has come into the ring to carry out the losers. Thank you, folks, for being with us this evening. Tune in next week when we have a special match between our most handsome and most beautiful body, Greg, and a new arrival from Mexico.                                     

The town of Willowbrook had a peculiar rhythm to it that only the locals could truly appreciate. The distant hum of the highway, the occasional chime of the ice cream truck, and the rhythmic thump of a basketball bouncing on the pavement outside the high school gym were the unsung melodies of its heartbeat. On any given day, you could find James, a PE teacher with a smile as warm as a cup of freshly brewed coffee, encouraging his students to push their limits, his voice echoing through the corridors with a gentle authority that made even the most rebellious teenagers listen.

Meanwhile, across town at the local clinic, Josh, James’ husband, was tending to patients with a bedside manner soothing enough to put even the most anxious to rest. With his blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail and his hairless body wrapped in a crisp white lab coat, he was the picture of professionalism. His plump, round ass was often the subject of quiet whispers among his colleagues, but he paid them no mind. His dedication to his patients was unwavering, and his expertise was widely recognized.

On this particular Saturday, the air in their home was thick with anticipation. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the open curtains, as the scent of a freshly cooked dinner wafted from the kitchen. James had prepared a feast to celebrate their anniversary, his love for cooking almost as intense as his love for watching his husband get pounded by other men.

SUMMARY^1: In Willowbrook, James, a toned PE teacher with a calming voice, educates students, while his husband, Josh, a respected doctor with a feminine physique, tends to patients at the local clinic. The couple, known for their understanding relationship, have an anniversary dinner planned at home.

Josh, ever the playful partner, had agreed to indulge James’ kink, a silent nod to the trust and openness that had kept their marriage vibrant over the years. His stomach fluttered with excitement as he finished setting the table, the silverware gleaming like the promise of a steamy night ahead.

The doorbell rang, and James’ heart skipped a beat. He walked over to the door, his hand lingering on the knob for a moment before turning it. The man who entered was everything James had hoped for; tall, muscular, with a rough beard that screamed ‘alpha male’. His eyes, dark and piercing, roamed over Josh, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took in the doctor’s delicate frame.

Josh felt a thrill run through him as he took in the stranger’s presence. He knew what was about to happen, and the thought of satisfying James’ desires filled him with a sense of excitement that was both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

“Hey there,” James greeted the man with a friendly smile, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through the very walls of their home. “Thank you for coming.”

The stranger’s eyes never left Josh, his gaze a mix of lust and challenge. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he said, his voice deep and gruff. He stepped into the living room, and the air grew heavier with desire.

SUMMARY^1: As they prepare to celebrate their anniversary, James’ kink is revealed: watching his husband, Josh, with a twinky physique, get dominated by other men. A muscular stranger, invited to fulfill this fantasy, arrives, and the atmosphere in their home becomes sexually charged as James greets him.

Josh felt his cheeks flush under the man’s scrutiny. He knew he was attractive, but the raw hunger in the stranger’s gaze was something new, even for him. He took a deep breath, feeling the tightness in his own pants, and gave James a reassuring smile. “I’m ready,” he said, his voice slightly shaky.

They moved into the bedroom, the air charged with sexual tension. James took a seat in the corner, his eyes never leaving the couple. He poured himself a drink, the clinking of the ice in the glass a muted soundtrack to their passionate embrace. Josh leaned into the stranger, their lips meeting in a kiss that was hungry and needy. The man’s hands roamed over Josh’s body, tracing the contours of his muscles, the dip of his waist, and the swell of his ass.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as the stranger’s rough hands ripped away Josh’s clothes. James watched as his husband’s skin was revealed, his cock already standing at attention. The sight of Josh’s vulnerability was intoxicating, and James felt his own arousal building as he took in the scene before him.

When the man’s cock was revealed, Josh’s eyes widened at the size of it. It was a monstrous thing, thick and long, with a vein pulsing along its length that seemed to match the tempo of the racing thoughts in his head. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He’d had his share of lovers over the years, but none had been quite so… endowed.

SUMMARY^1: Josh confirms his willingness to engage in the planned encounter, and they proceed to the bedroom. James observes as the stranger aggressively strips Josh, revealing his husband’s excitement and the stranger’s substantial size, which intensifies the atmosphere of desire and vulnerability.

James watched as the stranger picked Josh up with ease, the doctor’s legs wrapping around the man’s waist. They stumbled towards the bed, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss. The sound of their bodies colliding with the mattress was a stark contrast to the delicate chime of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

Josh’s moans grew louder as the man positioned himself at the entrance to his tight, eager hole. The anticipation was palpable, a heady mix of lust and adrenaline. James took a sip of his drink, savoring the sight of his husband’s round ass in the air, begging for attention. He knew that look, had seen it countless times in the mirror during their own passionate encounters.

“Watch closely, James,” the man said, his voice thick with desire as he turned to face James. “I’m going to show you how a real man fucks your husband.” His words were like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline, igniting a fire in James’s belly. He leaned back in his chair, his cock straining against his pants as he took in the view.

The stranger didn’t waste any time. He plunged into Josh with a ferocity that made James’s toes curl. The doctor’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream as he was filled to the brim. James could see the muscles in Josh’s neck tighten with every thrust, his body stretching and contorting with the raw power behind each movement.

SUMMARY^1: The stranger carries Josh to the bed, and James observes them. The stranger, with his substantial endowment, starts to aggressively penetrate Josh, and James becomes more aroused watching his husband’s passionate reactions and the display of dominance.

Josh’s nails dug into the sheets, leaving little half-moons of white in the fabric. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink. Each time the man hit his prostate, a tremor ran through his body, and James felt his own cock throb in response. The sight of his husband’s pleasure was an aphrodisiac, more potent than any love potion.

The stranger’s rhythm grew more erratic, his grunts of effort punctuating the quiet whimpers that fell from Josh’s lips. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the steady beat of their passion growing louder with each passing moment. James could see the sweat glisten on the man’s forehead, the beads rolling down his chiseled abs like a river to the promised land of pleasure.

Josh’s body arched off the bed, his toes curling with every powerful thrust. The man’s hips slammed into him with a ferocity that left no doubt of his desire to dominate, to claim him in the most primal way possible. The slapping noises grew wetter, more intense, as their bodies moved together in a dance of lust that was both mesmerizing and slightly alarming in its intensity.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Josh gasped, his voice high-pitched and breathless. “Harder, please. Make me scream.”

SUMMARY^1: The stranger’s vigorous pounding of Josh reaches a peak, with both men’s passion on full display. James’s arousal is fueled by the sight, and the sound of their union grows more intense as Josh reaches the brink of climax.

SUMMARY^2: On their anniversary, James shares his kink with Josh, who agrees to participate. A muscular stranger arrives and dominates Josh, who is a power bottom. James watches, aroused, as the stranger aggressively fucks his husband in their bedroom. The encounter reaches a peak of intensity, with both men’s desires fully realized.

The stranger leaned in, whispering something into Josh’s ear that James couldn’t quite make out. Josh’s eyes snapped open, and his pupils dilated with a mix of shock and arousal. The man’s words had clearly hit a nerve, and James felt his own curiosity piqued. What was said between them, in that private moment of passion, was a secret that would only add to the thrill of the evening.

With a final, brutal thrust, the stranger buried himself to the hilt inside Josh, his hands gripping Josh’s hips so hard that James could see the indentation of his fingers. Josh’s body quivered beneath him, his moans growing louder, more desperate, as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“How’s my cock, Josh?” the man grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Does it feel good to have a real man inside you?”

Josh could only whimper in response, his body lost to the relentless assault of pleasure. The man’s cock was like a battering ram, pounding away at his prostate with an unyielding force that had him seeing stars. Each thrust sent waves of sensation rippling through him, the pain blending with pleasure in a way that made him feel alive, more alive than he had in months.

SUMMARY^1: The stranger whispers something to Josh, pushing him over the edge, and continues his intense thrusting. The man’s words, though not heard by James, add to the eroticism of the moment, and the intimacy of the scene escalates as Josh succumbs to the relentless pleasure.

James watched, his hand idly stroking his own cock through his pants, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. He could feel his own orgasm building, a crescendo of desire that mirrored the one he knew was approaching for his husband. The sight of Josh’s face, a mask of ecstasy and agony, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The stranger reached down, wrapping his hand around Josh’s throbbing shaft. With a few deft strokes, he brought the doctor to the brink, the veins in his cock standing out like a road map to pleasure. Josh’s eyes snapped open, and he met James’ gaze, his pupils blown wide with need.

“Tell me,” the man demanded, his voice low and gravelly. “How much do you love this?”

Josh’s breath hitched in his throat as the stranger paused, his thick cock still lodged deep inside him. His eyes searched James’ face, looking for any sign of disapproval, but all he saw was a smoldering passion that reflected his own. He took a shaky breath, his body trembling with need. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I love it so much.”

The man’s grip on his hips tightened, and he gave a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down James’ spine. “Good boy,” he said, his tone laced with a possessive pride that sent a bolt of electricity straight to James’ cock. “Now, tell me how much you love it, and I’ll make you cum like you’ve never cum before.”

SUMMARY^1: James is increasingly turned on by the sight of the stranger’s dominance over Josh. The stranger whispers something to Josh, which causes him intense arousal. The stranger then begins to stroke Josh’s cock, bringing him closer to climax, demanding a declaration of love for the experience, which Josh gives, affirming his role as a power bottom.

Josh’s eyes remained locked on James, searching for reassurance. He knew this was what James wanted, but the words still felt strange on his tongue. “I love it,” he managed to say, his voice strained with the effort of each word. “I love being fucked like this.”

The stranger leaned back, his cock still buried to the hilt inside Josh. He took a moment to appreciate the view, the doctor’s ass bouncing with each of his movements. “But is there a difference?” he pressed, a glint of challenge in his eye. “Between my cock and James’?”

Josh’s eyes widened at the question, his breath hitching in his throat. The thought had crossed his mind before, but he had never spoken it aloud. He knew James was watching him, waiting for his response, and the weight of his husband’s gaze was almost as intense as the pressure building in his own body. “Yes,” he finally managed to croak out, his voice a trembling whisper. “Yours is… bigger.”

The stranger smirked, his eyes darkening with lust as he began to move again, his hips pistoning into Josh with renewed vigor. The doctor’s body jolted with each thrust, his cries of pleasure growing more desperate. James felt his own hand move faster, his grip tightening around his shaft as he watched the scene unfold.

“Whose cock fucks your ass better?” the man demanded, his voice a growl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. “Mine or James’?”

Josh moaned, his eyes flicking to James before returning to the stranger’s. “Yours… it’s… it’s so much bigger,” he gasped, his voice strained and breathless.

The man smirked, a glint of triumph in his eyes as he looked over at James, who was now openly stroking himself in the corner. “You hear that, James?” he taunted, his voice a gruff challenge. “Your husband prefers a real man’s cock, one that can fill him up like he deserves.”

James’ hand paused for a moment before he picked up his pace, his eyes never leaving the sight of the stranger fucking his husband. The raw, animalistic desire in the room was like a drug, and he was high on it, his senses heightened and his mind racing with excitement.

“I think your husband would like for me to fuck him again and again soon, right?” the man said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air.

James felt a thrill run through him at the words, his hand stilling for a moment on his own cock. He looked over at Josh, whose face was a picture of pure ecstasy, eyes glazed over and mouth open in a silent scream. “Yes,” James murmured, his voice thick with desire. “He loves it.”

The stranger grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. He leaned down, capturing Josh’s mouth in a bruising kiss that spoke of possession and dominance. Josh moaned into it, his body responding instinctively to the claim. When the man pulled away, he whispered against Josh’s lips, “Would you like that, baby?”

Josh’s eyes searched James’ for any sign of discomfort, but what he found was a look of pure, unadulterated arousal. He nodded, his voice a needy whine. “Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I would.”

With that admission, the stranger’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing more erratic. The sound of their skin slapping together grew louder, the slick noise of their combined pleasure a symphony that James could feel in his very soul. The tension in the room was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to crackle with electricity.

Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each powerful stroke. His body was a canvas of sensation, painted with the colors of lust and need. The stranger’s grip on his cock grew tighter, his strokes more deliberate, and James knew that the moment of climax was near.

With a roar that seemed to shake the walls, the man pulled out and spurted his hot cum all over Josh’s well-used hole, the sight making James’ own orgasm inevitable. His hand moved faster, his own release building, as he watched the stranger’s thick load coat his husband’s ass. The man’s eyes never left James’ as he painted a picture of pure, carnivorous desire across Josh’s trembling body.

Josh’s eyes rolled back, his body arching off the bed as he felt the warmth of the stranger’s cum hit him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm any longer. His cock erupted, spraying cum across his chest and stomach, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. His body convulsed with the force of it, his muscles tightening and releasing in waves of ecstasy.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, the aftermath of their passion echoing through the stillness. Then, with a groan, Josh pushed the man off and rolled over, his legs still shaking. He looked over his shoulder at James, his eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction. “I need a shower,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The stranger took a step back, watching as Josh slid off the bed, his cum-covered body a testament to the intensity of their encounter. He couldn’t help but stare at the doctor’s round, plump ass as it swayed gently with each step towards the bathroom. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I just fucked that ass.”

James chuckled, feeling a strange camaraderie with the man who had just claimed his husband. “He’s something else, isn’t he?” he said, his voice still a little shaky from his own recent release.

The stranger, who introduced himself as Alex, nodded, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “He’s got one hell of an ass on him,” he said, his eyes still glued to the sway of Josh’s hips as he disappeared into the bathroom.

James laughed, a warm, genuine sound that filled the room. “That he does,” he agreed, his eyes sparkling with affection. “But he’s also got a heart of gold.”

Alex nodded, his gaze following the trail of cum that led from the bed to the bathroom door. “I can see that,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “He’s a lucky man to have someone who cares so much.”

After a beat of silence, he turned to James, his expression thoughtful. “How about you?” he asked, his eyes searching James’ face. “You okay with all this?”

James took a deep breath, the warmth of his orgasm still humming through his body. “More than okay,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse. “It’s… intense. But seeing Josh like that, it’s a turn-on.”

Alex nodded, his eyes darkening with understanding. “He’s got a perfect ass,” he murmured, almost to himself. “It’s like it was made for this.”

James felt a strange sense of pride swell within him. “He’s got quite the fan club,” he said with a smirk. “But if you’re serious, I think he’d be up for it.”

Alex looked surprised, his eyes darting to James and then back to the bathroom door. “Really?” he asked, his voice hopeful. “I mean, I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.”

James took a sip of his drink, his gaze steady on Alex. “You’re not,” he assured the man, his voice calm and measured. “It’s part of our deal. We share our kinks, and this happens to be one of them.”

Alex nodded, his eyes still on the bathroom door. “What are some of his kinks?” he asked, his curiosity clear. “I want to make sure I don’t do anything that would make him uncomfortable.”

James leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Well,” he began, his voice low and sultry, “Josh is quite the versatile bottom. He loves it when you play with his ass, especially with toys. And he’s got a bit of a thing for being talked dirty to, the more creative the better.”

Alex’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really?” he asked, his voice thick with anticipation. “What kind of toys does he like?”

James leaned back in his chair, his gaze flicking to the bathroom door before returning to Alex. “Oh, you know,” he said with a wink. “The usual suspects. Butt plugs, dildos, that kind of thing. He’s quite the size queen, so the bigger the better.”

Alex’s eyes widened, and he licked his lips, his own desire clearly not yet sated. “And the dirty talk?” he pressed, his voice thick with interest.

James leaned back, his gaze never leaving Alex’s face. “Oh, he loves that,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Call him a slut, a whore, whatever gets you going. He’ll eat it up.”

Alex nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust as he imagined the possibilities. “And what about you?” he asked, his voice a little shakier now. “What do you get out of this?”

James took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the bathroom door, where the sound of running water and Josh’s muffled moans filled the air. “I love watching him,” he admitted, his voice a little hoarse. “Seeing him lose control, knowing that I’m the one who gets to bring him home after… it’s a powerful feeling.”

Alex nodded, his own desire clearly reflected in his eyes. “I can understand that,” he said, his voice a low growl. “There’s something about watching someone you care about get what they truly need, isn’t there?”

James took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Alex’s. “Exactly,” he murmured. “And it’s not just the watching. It’s the sharing, the connection. It’s what makes our marriage work.”

Alex nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can see that,” he said, his eyes still dark with arousal. “It’s a beautiful thing, really.”

He took a step closer to James, his muscular frame seeming to fill the space between them. “Do you mind if I have round two now?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down James’ spine.

James looked at him, his own desire still simmering just below the surface. “Be my guest,” he said with a smirk, gesturing towards the bathroom. “But be warned, he’s insatiable.”

Alex grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. “That’s what I’m counting on,” he said, his voice a low growl as he strode towards the bathroom door. He paused for a moment, his hand on the knob, and looked back at James. “You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

James chuckled, his own desire still thrumming through his body. “Not a chance,” he said, his voice a seductive promise. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Alex’s grin grew wider, and he turned the knob, closing the door behind him with a firm click. The sound echoed through the room, leaving James alone with his thoughts and the lingering scent of sex and sweat. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he listened to the water running and the muffled sounds of Alex and Josh’s moans.

The bathroom was a symphony of wet slaps and guttural grunts, punctuated by the occasional squeal from the shower head. It was a heady mix of sounds that made James’ cock throb with excitement, his hand itching to stroke himself once more. But he resisted, choosing instead to savor the anticipation, the delicious thrill of knowing that his husband was experiencing something new and exciting, something that James had allowed, even encouraged.

He pictured Alex, his muscular body gleaming with water and sweat, as he bent Josh over in the shower. The doctor’s plump ass would be spread wide, his cheeks red from the pounding he was receiving. The sight of his husband, so open and vulnerable, was like a drug to James, and he felt himself getting harder just imagining it. He could almost hear the sound of the water hitting their bodies, the way it would cascade down Josh’s back, turning his pale skin slick and shiny.

Paul saw a cute twink wearing white Keds.  He got hard looking at that pretty boy in his Keds and his tight ass white denim shorts  He has always fucked Jackie wearing  her Chucks  but now  he wants his bitch to wear Keds when he fucks her.   He orders a pair for Jackie.  

 When Jackie gets home Paul shows them to Jackie. 

 “I love them, Paul.”

 Jackie kisses her new sneaks and Paul puts them on and laces them up. He goes down on the right one and takes it in his mouth and sucks it like a cock.  Paul jerks his cock and his sucks Jackie’s pretty white sneaks.

 “I feel like such a bitch in these Keds, Paul. I want you to fuck me now in my Keds”

 “Oh yeah, pretty bitch. Seeing you in your Keds makes me hard. I am going to fuck my  gurl now”

They take their clothes off except for their sneaks.  Paul is wearing his high top white platform Chucks.   He takes  a pic of Jackie in her Keds

 Jackie goes down on Paul’s white boots, kissing and licking them.   Paul reaches over and strokes Jackie’s ass.  He plays with Jackie’s hole working the edges for a few minutes then sticks his finger into her hole. Jackie’s pussy is getting moist aching to be fucked. Paul works  Jackie’s pretty ass with his wet mouth.  He loves rimming  Jackie’s pretty pink hole and can do it for hours .He is so hard now and has to enter Jackie who moans loudly as she takes  Paul’s cock inside her.

 “Fuck me, Paul.  Fuck your pretty bitch gurl”

 Paul fucks Jackie from behind for some time and then puts Jackie on her back so he can hold her Keds as he fucks her.   He holds both Keds with his hands going deeper inside riding his platform Chucks.   He takes the right Keds and starts to lick  and  kiss it.  Jackie is in heaven with Paul’s dick deep inside her and his lips on her pretty sneaks.  She comes shooting her cum on Paul’s chest OHHHHHHHHHH

 They kiss each other and stroke each other’s cocks till they are hard again.   Jackie gets on top of Paul and rides his cock.   With her feet in front of her she can look at her new Keds as she enjoys Paul’s dick up her ass going up and down on it.   She is moaning loudly.  

 “Oh you fuckin bitch gurl. I want you so much.   I can’t get enough of you”

 Jackie rides Paul’s cock for several minutes till they both come.  Paul shooting his cum up Jackie’s hot ass.        OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

 They embrace and kiss and rest for a while till Paul takes off one of Jackie’s Keds.  He sucks it for a few minutes and then puts it on Jackie’s wet hole.   He starts to fuck Jackie with her Keds.

 “Oh fuck me with my Keds.  Oh fuck.”

 Paul works Jackie’s hot hole with the white sneak for a few minutes and then takes it out and sucks on it, tasting Jackie’s ass juices. 

 “Suck my sneak, Paul.  It looks so good in your mouth”

 Paul holds the Keds in his mouth while he strokes his cock.

 He takes it out of his mouth and sticks it in Jackie’s mouth.   He shoves deep into Jackie’s  mouth and moves it in and out.  Paul is hard again and with Jackie  on her back sucking her white sneak Paul mounts her again and fucks her hard and deep, howling as he does.   He climaxes soon  filling Jackie with his  cum.  AUHHHHHHHHHHH  

He goes down and licks his cum on Jackie’s hole.

 “Wow that was so fuckin hot, my bitch gurl.   We will always be Chuck buddies but I want to wear different boots when I fuck you.  I want to fuck you next time in my black patent leather cowboy boots.”

 “Sounds great.  A little variety in our footwear will add to our sex life.  I want to go shopping with you so we can pick out some boots that turn us both on.”

I really didn’t know how I was going to get my big cock into Joel’s arsehole. Barely twenty one and slightly built , his hole was the tightest pinkest rosebud I’d ever seen and would need some work getting it open. I was almost three times his age but he didn’t bother about that, he had a yearning for old men and an insatiable lust for old experienced cock. With his dark hair and dark puppy dog eyes he was an exciting prick stiffening lad and knew how to entice and excite.

I’d picked him up hitch hiking and knew instantly that he was attracted to me. He all but asked me to fuck him so after he gobbled on my cock on the drive home I was pretty excited to show him a good fuck.

His mouth was pretty damn hot too, wet and eager to close over my knob and suck on my dick whilst I tried desperately to concentrate on the road ahead.

Once home the lad stripped down to his underpants  I told him to sit on the sofa and I told him his underpants would come in handy come n handy.  He realised how once I pulled them down to his ankles and used them to support his legs once they were up over his head and behind his neck showing of his vulnerable hole to me.

I took off my clothes and he gasped at the size of my big stiff cock as it throbbed visibly before him.

He opened his mouth and I stretched his lips with my thick shaft. He sucked me with the experience of a whore, his tongue lapping over my prick and coating it with an abundance of saliva.

I wanted it in his throat but the lad gagged in his various attempts so I contented myself with the luscious sucking of his mouth and of the grip on my balls.

Eager to fuck the lad and him eager to experience a big prick in his arse, I got down to his hole and licked it gently. It twitched against my tongue and my licking became more urgent until at last I wriggled the tip inside him.

“Oh! Oh!” he sighed “That feels so good mister. Don’t stop”.

I had no intention of stopping as his hole taste terrific. I put a finger from each hand into his arse and pulled his hole apart so that I could really get my tongue in.

His moans of sheer delight only served for me to lick harder and when I sucked directly on his arsehole I thought he was going to faint.

I licked up from his hole over his young balls taking each one into my mouth to suck and then gobbling both in as I finger fucked his arse. A lengthy sucking of his cock had him groaning with pleasure my fingers rolling over his prostate before my tongue was slopping saliva up his arsehole again.

“Mmmmmmmm! That is so good” he said as my tongue went the furthest it had been into his arse.

“I need to be fucked” he said “I want you to cram my hole with cock and fuck me”.

“I’m going to fuck you lad don’t you worry about that. you’re going to get the full length of my prick and the cream from my cum loaded balls”.

I lapped around his hole my fingers still working the tight rosebud open.

I spat a load of saliva directly into his hole once it was gaping wide for me and I worked the spit right inside and over his prostate. His arsehole responded by clenching tight around my fingers but I persevered and kept finger fucking his hole until it gaped wide without shutting

“You’re ready for cock now” I said kneeling before him.

I slapped my fuck aching prick against his gaping hole and then slipped my knob in. His hole shut tight around it and drew me in further. I pushed and his arsehole devoured all of my shaft right up too my cum loaded balls.

Gripping the back of the sofa I began to fuck the lad giving him my full length with every thrust.

I soon had him begging for me to fuck him harder and faster and realised then what a fucking lust he had for cock.

Unable to escape from under my hefty body the lad took cock like a man, only his whimpers and teary eyes confirmed the fact that he was just a horny youth.

I pulled my eight inches out of his hole and then plunged them back in, my balls slapping against him. Thee sheer disappointment in his face when my cock came out of his arse was a picture as was the ecstatic look on his face when I shoved my cock back in.

“Fuck me!” he yelled “I need your cock fucking me good and hard”.

I fucked him good and hard alright, my prick had never been so solid. I let my cock probe this way and that in his arse, my hips wriggling so that he got the full enormity of my prick and the power of my fuck.

I pulled out again, his face crumpled and then I rammed the length back in to a squeal of delight.

I was close to creaming off, his arsehole so tight and hot.

“Squeeze those arse muscles around my dick lad. Milk the spunk from my bollocks, I’ve a hot load for you”.

The lad did as I said and his cum greedy hole began to pump against my shaft with a vigorous intent.

“Do you like my big cock in your arsehole lad. Is it hot and hard?”

“Oh! Mister it feels so good so fucking good” he replied.

A moment or two later and I was shooting off inside his butt my spunk squirting over his young prostate and .deep in his guts.

“Oh! Sweet Fuck!” I said as my prick continued to spurt. That’s a hell of a lot of cum lad. Fucking hell,  it keeps coming”.

In the throes of my orgasm I managed to lean over and suck on the lads dick which rewarded me with it’s own uncontrollable orgasm, Joel pumped out a sweet cocktail of spunk which I gladly slurped up and swallowed, his arsehole contracting against my

prick as he came. My bollocks were cum dry and aching by the time he’d milked me off and his pretty little arsehole was looking deliciously creamy once I withdrew.

“What do you want to do now lad?” I asked.

We decided to have a shower together which turned out to be a sensual soapy affair. We soaped each other down and kissed with tongues our hands clutching our arse cheeks as the warm water cascaded over us. Joel slipped a soapy finger up my arse ad I did the same to him which had us both moaning. By the time we had rinsed the soap of of each other our cocks were stiff and our balls were full of cum again.

We dried ourselves and I took hold of Joel’s stiff prick and led him back into the lounge.

He lay down across the sofa looking so fucking sexy.

“We can always go and lie on my bed” I said but Joel said he liked having sex in the lounge as it reminded him of the time his grandpa had sucked him off when he was eighteen.

The thought of that had my cock jumping and Joel grabbed hold of it and asked me if I’d suck him off like grandpa had.

I was down on his rigid prick at once taking every inch into my mouth and down my throat. He squirmed against my lips as I held his prick in my gullet . I grasped his young balls and played with them, keeping his cock in my throat.

I pulled his dick from my throat and let it rest and throb on my tongue before munching on his lovely knob and shaft.

Pulling his cock out my mouth I asked the question,

“Am I as good a cock sucker as your old grandpa?”

“Oh! Yes!” he replied “Suck me some more, suck me right off mister”.

I gobbled on his prick again taking it back into my throat for about the eighth time.

My throat felt sore now but it was well worth it having a young cock to suck and swallow.

“I’m getting close” said Joel “So close”.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth to worship it a moment. It was so stiff an glistening with my saliva there was only one place it could go and that was back in my sucking mouth to be drained off.

I gripped the base of his cock and slurped frantically on his knob. He was moaning now and writhing even more. I knew his cum was on a trigger now so I just went pretty wild and sucked his cock like crazy. The warm rush of spunk filled my mouth and I sucked harder. The taste was superb, there’s  nothing like the taste of young spunk to get your cock throbbing. I kept on sucking and licking at his erupting prick and the spunk kept coming. Satisfied he was drained dry I pulled his prick out my mouth and swilled the cum around.

“Kiss me” he said “Let me have some of my cum”.

My mouth, cum full and drooling I planted a kiss on his soft lips and let some cum pour into his mouth. Our mouths stuck like glue and our tongues relished the cum rolling around  and glistening our lips. We must have tongue played with the spunk for some minutes before both of us swallowed what we could. Looking down at his dick I spotted a glob of cum on his knob so I quickly put paid to that by licking it off and swallowing it down greedily.

“Now it’s your turn mister” he said.

“What?” I asked..

“I want you to wank off into my mouth just like my grandpa did to me” he said, his mouth gaping open.

With my prick rampantly stiff and excited how could I refuse such an offer.

I knelt by his head and put a couple of inches of my cock into his mouth. His lips closed tightly around it and I began to wank my prick. With the taste of cum in my mouth and the sight of a handsome young man sucking on my prick it wasn’t going to be a long wank.

Joel grabbed my cum loaded balls and tugged at them, his mouth working on my knob as I wanked.

The cum in my nuts was churning and my wanking hand getting faster. The spunk express was about to arrive in the station.

With a yelp and loud groan my balls pumped out their bevy of spunk straight into Joel’s mouth.

I wanked the cum out vigorously filling the young lad’s greedy mouth to the brim. My spunk seeped from his lips and down his chin.

“Is  it as good as your grandpa’s cum?” I asked.

He nodded his head keeping my jerking prick firmly in his mouth until I had finished spurting.

It was barely thirty minutes later when my revived and stiff cock was screwing into Joel’s hot arsehole again.

This time I had him leaning over the sofa with his hot twitchy arsehole in the air. Having stretched his

lad cunt previously, his hole opened up for me and I slid my big cock into him. He groaned of course and followed that with whimpers as I fucked him deep. I pulled right out and then let my cock find it’s way straight back in filling the lad’s lovely arsehole with all of my cock.

“Aw! Oh! Fuck! Mister Aw! Fucking hell! That’s good, so good” he said.

I spared him no mercy and ram fucked his arse till my cock felt fuck sore. His ring was stinging and it gaped red when I pulled briefly from him. With renewed energy I slammed my cock back up his arse banging my balls against him and feeling the pain of the hit. The pain didn’t deter me I needed to give the lad the fucking of his life and fill him with cum.

Joel gripped the sofa white knuckled as I ram fucked his helpless arsehole.

“Did grandpa fuck you lad?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes” he replied “Yes but not like this. Oh! Fuck!”

“Am I better than your randy old grandpa lad?” I asked slamming my dick into him.

“Aw! Yes! Yes! This is the best. Aw! Fuck me! Fuck me!” he said between heart felt whimpers.

“You’ll remember this fuck lad and my big cock fucking you. Your arsehole will always remember” I said reaching my climax.

Spunk shot from me like I was a randy teen. Spurting from me and drenching the lads guts.

I kept fucking and pumping my jizz until my fuck bashed bollocks were cum dry and aching like crazy.

I pulled from his burning arsehole. The hole gaped wide and red sore, my spunk glistening inside and just about to seep out.

Joel was whimpering and sobbing with sheer ecstasy. He clung to me and kissed me the taste of cum still lingering in our mouths.

“I won’t be able to sand up let alone walk after that” he said.

“You don’t need to go anywhere lad” I replied.

“I want you to stay. I want to fuck you every day, every night, I want to suck you off and fill you with my cum lad. Do you want to stay with me? Would you like that?”

I looked at the cum seeping from his arse as I waited for his answer.

His passionate kiss answered that question and we hugged each other tight.

“Interception”

The water of the lagoon cut sharp and clean against the speedboat hull, the night sky swallowing its sound as Damien raced toward the resort. His thoughts were a blur, replaying every heated moment, every glance, every touch. Bruce, his hands, his mouth, his cock. Damien couldn’t stop the flood of images. It wasn’t just physical, the feeling of Bruce still pumping inside him. It was charged, dangerous.

Damien reached the dock at the resort, his hands trembling as he cut the engine. He barely remembered tying the boat off, legs unsteady as he staggered toward the staff quarters. He had to be discreet, to compose himself before anyone noticed. But his pulse was still racing, the rush of what had happened colliding with the harsh reality that he’d just crossed a line he could never uncross.

As he slipped through the quiet halls, footsteps light, Damien thought he was in the clear. But as he creaked open the door to his room, Ryan stirred from his bed, groggily blinking as he pushed himself up on one elbow.

“Blondie?” Ryan voiced with a slurred whisper, still heavy with sleep. He rubbed his eyes, blinking against the dim light. “Where the hell have you been?” he questioned.

Damien froze for a moment, cursing inwardly. He had hoped to sneak in without waking Ryan, but now, standing there with his wrinkled clothes and hair disheveled, there was no avoiding it. He closed the door quietly, hoping to play it cool.

“Nowhere,” Damien muttered, tugging his shirt off and tossing it onto a nearby chair. “Just… out,” the blonde dismissed. Ryan sat up fully now, eyes wide with curiosity. 

“You were at the Cove, weren’t you?” The stud asked, his face lighting up, eager and buzzing with the energy of someone who wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon. “Did you see him? Bruce?” he immediately asked. 

Damien’s stomach twisted at the mention of Bruce’s name. He kept his face neutral, his back turned to Ryan as he rifled through his drawers, desperate for something to occupy his hands and mask the storm of emotions swirling inside him.

Ryan’s excitement grew, oblivious to the weight that hung in the room. 

“You did, didn’t you?” he pressed. “Come on, man, spill it! Did you talk to him? You’re killing me!” the stud drilled. Damien swallowed hard, his throat dry. He didn’t turn around, afraid his face would reveal the truth. 

“Yeah,” he said slowly, trying to keep his voice even. “I saw him. Just, you know…the usual,” Damien replied with a shaky voice. Ryan scoffed, throwing his blankets off and sitting at the edge of the bed. He had a pair of white undies on, his semi-hard shaft hugging the fabric underneath.

“Were you at a party? Come on, Damien, don’t be like that,” Ryan pleaded.

Damien let out a breath, his hands gripping the dresser’s edge as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His skin was still flushed, his eyes wild and raw from the aftermath. He couldn’t bear to face Ryan with the truth. Not now, not ever. How could he possibly explain that an hour ago, he was fucking Ryan’s idol, the most high-profile NFL player in the country?

Ryan, meanwhile, was oblivious, caught up in his own world of hero worship. 

“Man, if I’d been in your shoes…” Ryan uttered, shaking his head, his grin wide. “I don’t know how you keep your cool around him. I’d be freaking out,” he commented.

Damien’s pulse quickened, a wave of guilt washing over him. He couldn’t stand the innocent admiration in Ryan’s voice and the pedestal he had Bruce on. It made what had just happened feel even more illicit and wrong.

“Look, Ryan,” Damien finally said, his voice tight, turning to face him. “It’s a job. That’s it,” the blonde uttered. Ryan immediately raised an eyebrow, sensing something off but not quite putting the pieces together. 

“You’re acting weird again,” he teased, but his eyes showed a glimmer of suspicion now. “What’s going on? Was he a pain in the ass?” the stud questioned.

“You could say that…” Damien muttered, his mind already elsewhere, reeling. He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaning against it as he squeezed his eyes shut. His skin still burned from the heat of Bruce’s touch, and no matter how hard he tried to brush off his thoughts, he couldn’t shake the truth of what had happened. 

He couldn’t escape the realization that, despite everything, part of him didn’t want to.

(Two hours earlier)

Downstairs, the Cove’s party continued with music pulsating violently against the walls. Its vehemence enough to dampen the intense flames that had erupted within the master bathroom. 

Bruce’s mouth and tongue were firmly secured to Damien’s as the young man moaned under the jock’s passionate kisses. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze, fueling their passion as their bodies melded together. Bruce’s hands traced down Damien’s spine while Damien clung to him, eager for more of his gentle yet commanding touch.

Their hips ground together rhythmically, Bruce’s erection straining against his pants, yearning for release. Damien gripped tightly onto Bruce’s waist, guiding him as they danced sensually, their bodies intertwined in an intimate tango. Each thrust and stroke exuded raw desire and longed for satisfaction from one another.

“I want you,” Bruce whispered. “I want you so fucking bad,” he groaned into Damien’s ear, causing the blonde to moan softly in response. He ripped Bruce’s shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Their chests brushed against each other, electric sparks flying between them. Bruce’s lips traced down Damien’s neck and collarbone, causing a shiver to run through his body as he nipped gently at his sensitive skin. “If you want me to stop… I’ll stop,” Bruce groaned, his body exuding the opposite of what his words voiced.

“Don’t stop…” Damien moaned just before Bruce went for the blonde’s mouth again, his passion exuding this feral aggressiveness.

Bruce’s hand found its way to the growing bulge in Damien’s pants. He gripped it firmly, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed. A wicked grin spread across his lips, teasing Damien mercilessly. Damien’s breath came in short gasps, his body eagerly bucking against Bruce’s hand. His eyes drifted downwards, taking in every ripple of muscle as Bruce’s chest rose and fell in time with his labored breathing.

With each passing beat, the tension grew more palpable. Damien could feel himself being drawn into something profound, an intense desire that threatened to consume him whole. His fingers traced every inch of skin exposed by Bruce’s ripped shirt, his touch electric against the warmth of the jock’s skin. Damien firmly reached out to grip Bruce’s biceps as if answering some silent command. His touch was rough yet curiously gentle. Their gazes locked for what seemed like an eternity, and an almost tangible energy crackled between them like lightning before a storm.

And then, without warning, Bruce leaned forward and claimed Damien’s lips again in a searing kiss that left no doubt about what either of them wanted. The world around them faded away as they explored each other’s mouths hungrily, teeth nipped at soft lips, and tongues tangled together in an erotic dance that set every nerve ending alight.

Bruce abruptly disengaged from Damien’s kiss, leaving the blonde panting in wanton desire beneath him. With his eyes never leaving Damien’s gaze, he slowly reached down to unhook his shorts. The clasp on them gave way with a soft click, the hunk’s muscular thighs slightly flexed as he pushed them down along his lean hips. Finally free of all encumbrances, Bruce stepped closer again, placing both hands firmly against the sides of Damien’s hips, and with a swift motion, he hoisted the blonde off the sink, holding him there, levitating. He slid one of his hands down and ripped the boy’s encrusted pants off his ass. He could feel Damien’s hardened length nestled between their bodies. His dick swung up, slapping against his abdomen.

As Bruce slowly and gently lowered Damien again back onto the cool smooth surface, he took note of how perfectly sculpted Damien’s ass looked cupped by his hands. His fingers traced along the blonde’s puckered entrance with one hand while brushing his other hand across Damien’s moist crown. The tangible evidence of Damien’s desire fueled Bruce’s carnal hunger like gasoline to fire. He leaned forward, pressing their chests together once more, allowing their nipples to brush against each other, sending fiery tendrils straight through their bodies, stemming from their heated cores.

As Damien’s cock twitched in anticipation, Bruce kneeled before him, his warm, nutmeg breath skimming across the smoothness of Damien’s quivering asshole. The scent of the boy’s musky yet invitingly fresh gap, combined with the misty arousal spilling from the hunk’s pores, filled the large bathroom, creating an intoxicating fog that hung heavy in the air.

“Look at that fucking hole…” Bruce groaned, every word branding the blonde’s gap as his. 

He started by gently pressing his lips against Damien’s entrance, feeling the tightness of the boy’s hole resisting his advance. With each tentative kiss, he felt Damien’s body begin to relax, giving way to his explorations. As he worked his way deeper into the boy’s ass, Bruce started to pick up the pace, nipping at Damien’s sensitive flesh with his teeth and laving it with long, languid licks. Damien’s moans escalated, becoming heightened as Bruce’s tongue delved deeper into him, spreading his sphincter and circling inside his inner walls. Damien’s legs started to tremble from the intensity of pleasure coursing through him, and he clung to the edge of the sink for support. The feel of Bruce’s scruffed beard sanding against his skin seemed too much to bear, heightening every sensation.

Without warning, Bruce thrust his tongue as far inside Damien as he could go, his deep voice groaning with satisfaction. The blonde cried out ecstatically, feeling the hunk hit his sweet spot. His fingers dug into Bruce’s scalp, urging him on. 

The taste of Damien’s sweet ass on Bruce’s tongue was more than enough to make him rock hard, his 12-inch cock twitching and swinging between his legs as he kept drilling his tongue deeper with a fiery intensity, like a starving man for food. It plunged bottomless into the tight, warm entrance, eagerly exploring every inch of the forbidden territory, its musky scent filling his senses as he devoured it with relentless determination.

The hunk’s hands moved to grip the boy’s hips, pulling him closer as his tongue flicked and danced over every sensitive ridge and valley within reach. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of the Damien’s ass, it seemed. It was intoxicating.

With each passing moment, their bodies grew closer and more entwined. The roughness of the jock’s stubble scraped against the smooth skin of the boy’s thighs, adding an extra layer of sensation to their already heated encounter. The friction between them grew ever more intense as he continued his insatiable assault on the boy’s tight hole.

“Fuck, Bruce…” the blonde mumbled in between heavy breaths as the room filled with the sounds of their passionate union. Grunts and groans mixed with gasps for air and pleas for release.

As Bruce’s warm lips trailed up Damien’s inner thighs, his fingers teased and explored the soft skin. He took a moment to savor the taste of Damien’s skin before gathering saliva in his mouth again. With a slow, deliberate motion, he spat directly into Damien’s tight opening, watching as it puckered with surprise. His free hand reached up to stroke Damien’s cock, already slick with anticipation.

Bruce leaned forward and pressed his tongue against Damien’s entrance, circling and probing until he felt the resistance give way. He pushed the spit deeper, exploring every inch of Damien’s channel while keeping up a steady rhythm with his hand. As he worked his tongue in and out of Damien’s hole, he could feel the muscles clenching and relaxing.

Damien’s body arched in ecstasy, his moans echoing off the tiled walls. Bruce’s skilled tongue and hands were a masterful symphony, showering the blonde with unparalleled pleasure. The sensation of being both rimmed and touched so intimately was unlike anything Damien had ever felt. He ground his hips forward, seeking more contact with Bruce’s tongue as it teased and prodded at his prostate.

Finally, Bruce pulled away and stood up, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He had prepped Damien to the edge of both their limits. So, he stepped forward and positioned his engorged cock at the entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside, taking care not to hurt the boy as he stretched his tight channel around his girth. 

“Holy fuck…oh shit,” Damien grunted, his hand slowly tapping Bruce’s stomach as his face twitched in pain. The length of Bruce’s cock was barely in and already brushed against Damien’s prostate, sending waves of painful pleasure coursing through the blonde’s body. The hunk grabbed the blonde’s wrist, pulling his arm away. 

Damien’s eyes came up, locking on Bruce’s emerald gaze. And that’s when it happened. The shift. Bruce’s lips stretched, and a dangerous yet powerful alluring grin began to take shape, the jock’s hips slowly grinding the massive cock inside Damien’s hole. One inch at a time.

With each slow thrust, Damien could feel the heat from Bruce’s skin against his own, their sweat mingling as they moved together in a slow dance of desire.

Damien trembled, his much smaller frame naked and vulnerable before Bruce. His heart raced as the powerful man’s hands gripped his hips firmly. Without warning, Bruce slid them under Damien’s kneecaps, spreading his legs open against the cold marble. A move that left him gasping for air and arching his back in pleasure. As Bruce’s muscled body pinned him to the sink, Damien savored every rough stroke and push that slowly stretched his sphincter into a thin layer of skin and muscle.

As Bruce pushed deeper inside, Damien felt himself tried beyond what he thought possible, yet he welcomed the fullness with open arms. And legs. Their bodies now moved in synched harmony, a dance fueled by lust and raw desire. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through Damien’s core, causing ripples of pleasure to cascade down his spine.

Bruce leaned back, his biceps bulging from the effort of thrusting into Damien’s tight channel. He gripped onto the sink for leverage as he pulled out, only to thrust back in, hitting Damien’s prostate with force. His kiss-swollen lips parted as he panted heavily, eyes locked onto Damien’s compromised gaze. 

“Fuck…Damien,” he groaned out between heavy breaths while slowly sliding in and out of him, inch by glorious inch.

The friction between their skin was fiery and intense as they moved together, the majestic sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. The music from downstairs seemed far away now, replaced by the grunts and gasps coming from their hungry bodies as they sought release from this passionate union.

Bruce’s free hand reached around to grope at Damien. He began to stroke Damien in time with his thrusts, adding another layer of pleasure. Each slap of skin against skin grew louder as they picked up speed, matching the beat of their hearts that raced against each other. With every push deep inside Damien’s ass, Bruce’s cock throbbed and leaked precum that slowly drizzled over the smooth skin of Damien’s inner thighs. It fueled the slapping sound to become even more potent, growing as the liquid oozed out of the boy’s hole and drizzled down into Bruce’s pelvis. 

The jock’s motion became faster, and he could see Damien’s expression changing, the initial pleasure slowly turning into surprise and then shock. Damien had never been fucked by such a massive cock.

As Bruce picked up the pace of his thrusts, his muscular ass cheeks clenched and unclenched with each powerful stroke. Damien’s body rocked back and forth in rhythm with him, willingly meeting each forceful impact.

Damien’s head arched, his eyes rolling back as Bruce leaned forward, teeth grazing along his neck, leaving a constellation of flushed marks along his neck. Damien countered, digging his nails into Bruce’s shoulders, urging him on as he felt himself finally stretched to his limit. 

And then it happened.

With a final push deep inside Damien, Bruce growled out in ecstasy as he felt the blonde’s inner walls finally hug his whole cock. The jock arched his back, eyes on the ceiling as he smiled, elated. Then he pulled back and thrust forward again, harder this time. He could feel Damien’s prostate pulse against his cock as it hit its mark again and again, sending shivers through both bodies.

“I fucking knew it…” Bruce puffed, his words being cut short by his thrusts. 

“Dude…your…fucking…cock…” Damien stuttered, his voice faint and overwhelmed as his body got shoved back and forth over the sink.

“I knew you could take it,” Bruce said, his mouth gaping and eyes peering through Damien’s. 

The pounding continued to escalate, the symphony of slapping flesh reverberating throughout the room. As their primal need for each other consumed them, the pulsing music from downstairs faded into oblivion, replaced by guttural grunts and gasps escaping their lustful lips.

Bruce’s free hand traced a feverish path along Damien’s body, each forceful plunge eliciting a moan from the boy’s mouth, his cock throbbing and dripping precum onto his smooth inner thighs. With every slick impact on Damien’s ass cheeks, the warm fluid oozed out and trickled down to where their bodies joined. Bruce’s pace quickened, his massive dick exploring uncharted territory. 

Damien’s expression continued to morph from pleasure to surprise to awe as he experienced sensations he’d never known before. They were animal-like, raw, and uninhibited. All conveying the deep layers buried within Damien that he had fought his whole life to keep contained.

With a triumphant roar, Bruce buried his mammoth prick deep within Damien’s tight embrace, feeling the electric grip of his lover’s inner walls enveloping him completely. His body arched back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as a victorious grin spread across his face. And then, without warning, he withdrew and slammed forward again. Harder this time. Each earth-shaking impact jarred Damien’s prostate, sending convulsive tremors through him, causing every inch of his body to shiver on impact.

But what Damien didn’t know yet was that Bruce was just warming up.

The hunk’s strong hands gripped Damien’s slender frame and lifted the boy off the sink. The blonde’s arms instinctively wrapped around the hunk’s thick neck, his heart racing with fear and excitement. With a mighty thrust, Bruce slammed Damien’s back against the bathroom door, the impact reverberating through his body. The boy’s head snapped back from the force, eyes widening in surprise.

“Oof!” Damien gasped, trying to catch his breath. 

“You wanna quit?” Bruce growled, his voice deep and commanding. He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling Damien’s ear. “Do you?” the hunk provoked, teasing the blonde’s threshold.

But what Bruce didn’t know yet but was about to find out was that Damien’s drive was just as fearless as his own. The jock had finally met his match.

The boy pulled Bruce’s neck, leaning his soft lips against the jock’s ear.

“Stop…talking…and just fuck me,” Damien whispered, his breath fueling Bruce’s emerald gaze to become even brighter. The jock’s lips widened, the pearl essence of his teeth revealing themselves.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking sexy, Damien,” Bruce groaned, shoving his tongue into Damien’s mouth, sucking the boy’s last breath out of his joyful spirit.

And with that, Bruce resumed his plowing, sliding his 12-inch cock inside Damien’s tight hole. The boy winced at the initial penetration but quickly adjusted to the thick girth, which was slowly becoming a familiar presence. His legs dangled helplessly in the air as Bruce took control, driving deeper and harder into Damien’s body with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Bruce moaned, feeling Damien’s walls clenching around him. “You’re so fucking hot,” the jock uttered.

Damien bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle his wail of pleasure. He arched his back, pushing himself further onto Bruce’s cock as if seeking more depth. Their hips slapped against each other in perfect sync. The bathroom door creaked under the sheer force of their bodies colliding against it, but neither seemed to care anymore. 

All that mattered was the primal, cardinal, and profoundly vital desire that now coursed through their veins, driving them together toward something neither comprehended. 

As sweat dripped down their faces and chests, they lost themselves in the intense pleasure of the moment. Grunts, growls, and moans fusing in a melody of desire and lust.

With each forceful penetration, Damien felt himself being claimed by Bruce. Owned by him entirely.

The hunk suddenly paused, his head falling inside Damien’s smooth chest, his breath hectic. Damien could feel the jock’s massive cock pulsing inside his hole. Bruce was delaying his release, unable to let go of such pleasure. Damien held his face and forced the hunk’s eyes to gaze at his. And that’s when it happened.

“I…” Bruce muttered, his eyes shifting, layered with a soft, delicate surface. Fragile as crystal glass. 

Damien’s mouth unfurled, wanting to say something back. But the glimpse of vulnerability Bruce had revealed was overwhelming. And just as quick as it revealed itself, so did it recoil. 

Bruce’s rough hands gripped Damien’s hips as he pulled him back towards the sink, turning him around and pressing his body against the cold, unforgiving surface. With a deep, throaty growl, Bruce pushed Damien’s legs apart, slamming the boy’s chest down against the tile. He held his cock, already slick with their previous encounter, and slapped it playfully against Damien’s ass cheeks in a rhythmic cadence.

“Fuck,” Bruce grunted through gritted teeth, watching in awe as the blonde’s hole gaped and closed, begging to be refilled. Bruce’s breathing was ragged as he continued to thrust his hips forward, teasing his cock against Damien’s entrance. And with each slap, Damien let out a muffled moan that echoed off the tiles. “Tell me how bad you want this dick,” Bruce teased. “Beg for it,” he commanded.

Damien’s body trembled under Bruce’s hold as he felt the head of Bruce’s cock press against his tight ring. 

“Please,” the blonde whimpered, arching his back involuntarily. He could feel the heat emanating from Bruce’s body, feel the weight of his desire pressing down on him. “Put it in,” Damien whispered. “I want you inside me,” he implored.

Bruce groaned in response, his hips bucking forward as he pushed past whatever resistance Damien had left. In one powerful thrust, he slid his cock all the way inside Damien’s ass, filling him completely. Both men let out a gasp at the sensation. 

Truly painful yet exquisite at the same time.

“Fuck,” Bruce repeated, leaning forward to bite down on Damien’s shoulder. “You feel so good,” he added as he began to move his hips in a slow, grinding motion, pushing into Damien with each thrust.

As Bruce’s hips pistoned harder, Damien felt as if he was being torn apart. His body arched off the sink in sheer ecstasy as Bruce’s thrusts hit his prostate over and over again. Each time, Bruce pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in, prompting Damien to let out a muffled cry that echoed around the room.

“Shhh,” Bruce whispered as he wrapped his large hand around the boy’s mouth, muffling his cries. But escorting that dominant move, his hand gently caressed Damien’s cheek as he continued to thrust into the blonde with unrelenting force. Despite the pain that shot through his body with each powerful stroke, Damien couldn’t help but crave more of it. Every sensation was amplified tenfold by Bruce’s skilled touch and dominating presence.

“Bruce…fuck,” Damien moaned out between gasps for air, his entire spirit focused on the sensation that consumed him. A physical pleasure and emotional release, the likes of which he had never experienced.

As Bruce’s teeth grazed against Damien’s neck, he let out a soft groan that vibrated against the boy’s skin. With renewed vigor, Bruce’s hips began to move at a faster pace, driving deeper into Damien’s body with each thrust. Their rhythm became increasingly frenzied, their breathing labored, and their bodies slick with sweat.

“Fuck… oh God, fuck,” Damien gasped, fingers digging into the marble stone as he arched his back to meet each powerful stroke. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much he wanted more. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted this moment with Bruce to last forever.

Bruce closed his eyes and threw his head back with a growl, his body moving instinctively. He could feel Damien’s heat surrounding him, their hearts racing in unison. 

He knew this was more than just physical attraction. 

Something deeper between him and this boy that seemed to crawl into his skin and veins, taking hold of his blood.

With one final thrust, Bruce let out a primal roar and buried himself entirely inside Damien, their bodies becoming one in perfect harmony. The room was suddenly bathed in a golden glow as candlelight flickered across their skin, casting shadows that danced upon the walls. Their panting breaths mingled in the air, creating a palpable sense of intimacy and desire before Damien’s voice finally broke the thick air.

“Yes, yes,” he cried out. “Come in my ass!” the boy hollered every word, a desperate plea.

And with that, he felt Bruce’s cock twitch inside him, finally filling him up completely. With each pulse, another jet of hot cum shot deep within his bowels. And Damien could feel every single thick drop of it. It was more than he could have ever hoped for or imagined. A feeling so wonderfully overwhelming that it wasn’t long before he began to shoot his load over the floor.

Bruce grabbed Damien’s hair roughly, pulling his head back so he could look into those golden, reflecting his own desires. He plunged into Damien again and again, matching the rhythm of their hearts with that of their hips until his cum began slipping through the cracks of the blonde’s hole, driving their orgasms to the finish line, growling.

They fell back, collapsing on the floor together. Bruce’s shaft was still rammed inside Damien’s ass, the boy’s heartbeat thundering in Bruce’s ear as they lay intertwined on the cool, slick vinyl floor. Sweat beaded on their skin, mingling with the scent of sex and musk. Every breath they took was shallow and ragged, each exhale carrying the last remnants of the pleasure they had just experienced.

Bruce’s body trembled under Damien’s weight, his muscles weak from the intensity. His abdomen rippled with every shudder that ran through him, and Damien couldn’t help but feel a sense of possessive satisfaction at the sight. As his lover’s writhing subsided, Damien moved to roll off of him, forcing the jock’s cock to slide out of him finally, but Bruce grabbed his wrist, holding him fast. Their eyes met, and at that moment, Damien could see all the emotions Bruce was trying to suppress: desire, fear, and relief.

They slowly pulled themselves off the cold floor. Damien turned to grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge behind a cabinet door. He knew how parched Bruce would be after such a workout.

Together, they sat, backs against the bathtub’s edge, their legs brushing against each other in a playful gesture despite being spent physically and emotionally. They quietly sipped on the water bottle as they watched each other, Damien taking in every nuance of Bruce’s features while Bruce tried to process everything that had just happened between them. Finally breaking their silence, Bruce looked up at Damien with curious eyes full of wonder mixed with apprehension. 

“I mean…this was bound to happen, right?” he asked softly as he reached out to trace along one livid vein bulging beneath Damien’s skin before trailing down towards his swollen member, which still twitched rhythmically against his thigh despite its flaccidity now.

But the question seemed to stir something, and soon, Damien’s expression changed, and the high finally came down. 

“I shouldn’t have done this…I need to leave,” Damien said, looking at Bruce, his voice hoarse from the panic that was starting to set in. As he got up and fumbled around the bathroom, looking for his clothes, he knocked over a vase filled with expensive cologne, spilling the contents onto the floor. Bruce tried to stop him, grabbing his arm.

“Damien, wait,” Bruce pleaded. But Damien managed to break free from his grip and fled out of the house, sneaking through the back unseen. But Bruce followed, and as he raced to the dock, he could see Damien’s figure moving further away from him, fading into the night. When he caught up to Damien, he was already climbing into a small boat tied up at the dock. “Damien! Wait! Please!” Bruce begged, reaching out to him. But Damien, taking advantage of years of experience, expertly unlocked the boat from the dock and disappeared, the engine roaring into the darkness of the lagoon.

Bruce stood on the dock, watching as the speedboat disappeared from sight. And despite the somewhat sour ending, a smile tugged on his lips. And as the night breeze brushed over his naked chest, prickling his nipples, there was only one thought rubbing through his mind.

He couldn’t wait to fuck Damien again.

(Several hours later)

The next morning, Damien sat at one of the long tables of the staff canteen, hunched over a plate of half-eaten scrambled eggs, idly pushing them around with his fork. His mind wasn’t on the food or even in the room. The previous night’s events replayed in his head on a relentless loop, the heat, the electricity, the collision of Bruce’s body with his own that had left him unraveling at the seams. He couldn’t seem to make sense of any of it, and the frustration gnawed at him. Across from him, Camilo and Ryan were clearly intrigued by Damien’s silence. Ever the joker, Camilo leaned forward, snapping his fingers in front of Damien’s face.

“Earth to Damien,” Camilo said, a teasing smile curling on his lips. “Where’d you go, man? You’ve been staring at that plate for, like, ten minutes. Those eggs don’t deserve that much attention,” the ebony stud razzed. Damien blinked, barely registering Camilo’s words. He gave a half-hearted shrug, still pushing the food around. 

“I’m just tired, I guess,” he muttered. Ryan, picking up on Damien’s unusual mood, nudged Camilo and raised an eyebrow. 

“You sure, Blondie?” Ryan asked, leaning in a bit closer. “Come on, spill. Did something happen at the party? Something with Bruce?” the stud drilled. At the mention of Bruce’s name, Damien’s fork froze in mid-motion, and a tightness seized his chest. He quickly set the fork down, trying to act casual, but he could feel the weight of his friend’s curiosity pressing in.

“Nothing happened,” Damien lied, keeping his tone as neutral as possible. “Just a long shift. You know how it is,” the blonde brushed off. Camilo exchanged a knowing glance with Ryan, clearly not buying it. 

“Uh-huh,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “If that’s the case, you’re acting even weirder than usual,” he commented.

Ryan smirked and opened his mouth to say something else when suddenly, the atmosphere in the canteen shifted. The usual clatter of cutlery and quiet hum of conversation died down, replaced by an almost eerie silence. Damien looked up, confused by the sudden change, and immediately noticed that all eyes in the room were now turned toward the entrance.

Bruce Levinson had just walked in.

The sight of the NFL legend strolling through the staff canteen was surreal. The staff froze in place, their jaws slightly ajar. Conversations came to an abrupt halt, and the sound of whispers spread like wildfire across the room. Everyone was either in shock or trying to figure out what Levinson was doing there.

Damien’s heart skipped a beat as Bruce’s tall, broad figure moved confidently across the room. He wore well-worn denim shorts and a black shirt that hugged his muscular frame perfectly. But what struck Damien the most wasn’t the presence of the sports icon but the fact that Bruce’s eyes were locked straight on him. Camilo noticed first. 

“Uh, Damien…” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Is he… is he coming over here?” the stud stuttered. Ryan had gone completely pale, his eyes wide, flicking back and forth between Damien and Bruce like a spectator at a tennis match. 

“Holy fuck… he’s looking at you, man!” Ryan whispered, his chin slightly droopy.

But as Bruce approached their table, Karen appeared out of nowhere. She practically leaped out of her seat, rushing over to intercept him. She tried to insert herself, her face practically glowing with the prospect of ingratiating herself with the resort’s guest of honor.

“Mr. Levinson!” she chirped, her voice sickly sweet. “Is there anything I can help you with? Anything at all?” Karen said, smiling and batting her lashes as if she thought that would make a difference. But Bruce didn’t even glance in her direction. He gave a curt, dismissive wave of his hand.

“No, thank you. I’m actually looking for Damien,” he said flatly, his voice low but authoritative.

The canteen erupted into a low wave of giggles and murmurs as Karen froze, her face flushed with embarrassment. She tried to maintain her composure but clearly wasn’t expecting to be so thoroughly shut down. She stepped aside, forced to watch Bruce move past her without another word. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, and Karen, now the subject of everyone’s amusement, skulked off to the side, seething quietly.

Ryan and Camilo exchanged glances, their eyes wide as Bruce finally reached their table. The tall hunk stood there for a second, his imposing shadow hovering over them. His eyes, still on Damien, were unreadable, but something was there. A charged gaze the blonde knew all too well.

“Mind if I sit?” Bruce asked, his voice casual yet weighted with meaning. Damien was speechless, frozen to the spot. His mind raced, trying to grasp the situation. 

What the fuck was he doing here, Damien though?

Ryan, still in shock, scrambled to his feet.

“Uh, of course! Here, take my seat!” the stud blurted, practically tripping over himself as he pulled out the chair for Bruce.

Bruce nodded his thanks, sitting down directly across from Damien. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as they watched, waiting to see what would happen next. Damien’s heart pounded in his chest as he met Bruce’s gaze, his sphincter pulsating with it. The hunk’s expression remained calm, but there was an intensity in his eyes that Damien couldn’t shake. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to act with the entire staff practically gawking at them. But as Bruce settled into his seat, one thing was certain: nothing had changed since last night.

“Oh my God, I still can’t believe you’re actually here,” Ryan gushed, his words tumbling out in a rushed stream of pure fanboy energy. “Bruce Levinson, man, the legend himself. I mean, that last Super Bowl…dude, you were on fire! I swear, that one throw at the twenty-minute mark? Unreal. I’ve watched the highlight reel like a million times. And the way you carried the whole team on your back this season? Honestly, you should be in the Hall of Fame already. I’m just saying!” the stud rambled endlessly.

Bruce smiled politely, a practiced look that seemed to come with the territory of being a celebrity. He nodded and gave a few noncommittal answers, thanking Ryan for the compliments, but his eyes never left Damien. They kept wandering back to him, flicking in his direction whenever Ryan wasn’t looking, holding a gaze that Damien couldn’t reasonably avoid. The glances were fleeting, but they held a simmering intensity. An unspoken conversation that only the two of them could hear. It was maddening. Every time Damien tried to focus on Ryan’s ramble, his mind betrayed him, drifting back to the feel of Bruce’s cock inside him, the taste of his mouth, the smell of his skin, and the tension that had exploded between them.

Bruce’s expression was cool, but Damien could see the subtle flickers beneath it: his jaw tightening slightly, his fingers tapping once against the table, and the restrained energy coiling beneath his calm facade. Damien bit the inside of his cheek, willing himself to stay composed, but it was getting harder. The memories of the previous night were too raw, too present, and the way Bruce kept looking at him only amplified them.

Still starstruck and unaware of the undercurrent between the two men, Ryan rambled on.

“And your training regimen? I mean, I’ve read everything about it. Still…how do you keep in such insane shape? It’s gotta be brutal,” Ryan continued. Bruce, always the professional, chuckled. 

“A lot of hard work. But thanks, man. I appreciate it,” the hunk replied. Yet, despite the friendly words, his eyes instinctively flicked toward Damien again. Each look felt like a tug like Bruce was reeling him in without even trying. Damien’s pulse quickened, and his grip tightened on the table’s edge. It felt like the whole room had vanished, leaving just the two of them locked in this silent, magnetic pull. Then suddenly, Bruce turned his attention to Camilo and Ryan, his tone casual but direct. “Hey, would you guys give me a moment alone with Damien?” he politely asked. Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise, but his excitement didn’t waver for a second. 

“Oh, uh, sure! Of course!” But then, before standing up, Ryan’s eyes lit up with the unmistakable spark of an idea. “Wait, before we go…could I get a selfie? Just real quick?” he added. Bruce released a soft, amused chuckle, his calm exterior momentarily softening. 

“Sure, no problem,” Bruce said gently. 

Ryan fumbled for his phone, practically vibrating with excitement as he held it up, gesturing for Camilo to get in the frame. Bruce leaned in slightly, flashing a small but genuine smile, and Ryan snapped the photo, a grin plastered across his face as if he had just won the lottery. 

“This is going straight on my dorm wall,” Ryan said, his voice filled with awe. Sensing that Bruce wanted them gone, Camilo was the first to start pulling Ryan away from the table. 

“Alright, let’s go,” he said, shooting Damien a glance before steering Ryan toward the exit. Ryan, still starry-eyed, gave Bruce one last awestruck look before following Camilo. 

“Thanks, man! You’re the best!” the stud uttered. 

Bruce nodded, his eyes following them briefly before settling back on Damien, the smile fading from his face as the two of them were finally alone.

The silence that followed was suffocating, but Damien kept his face steady, his gaze leveled at Bruce, unwilling to let the tension consume him again. As soon as Camilo and Ryan disappeared around the corner, Damien turned to Bruce, his face tight with frustration. He leaned in slightly, his voice low but charged with tension. 

“You shouldn’t have come down here,” Damien warned, his eyes darting around the canteen. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” he added. Bruce leaned back, arms folded loosely, but his eyes stayed locked on the blonde, absorbing every word, every flicker of emotion. Even as Damien scolded him, the hunk’s gaze was unwavering, undressing the boy with every blink. Something in Bruce’s expression, a hunger, a quiet yearning, made Damien’s pulse quicken despite his annoyance.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Bruce said, calm but intent-laden. His lips curled into a faint smile that seemed to carry a weight of intimacy. “I had to see you again,” the hunk admitted. Damien clenched his jaw, his heart thudding in his chest. He wanted to stay angry, to push Bruce away, but the heat in Bruce’s gaze was melting his last remaining line of defense. 

“You can’t just… run around doing stuff like this,” Damien snapped, trying to hold onto his frustration. “You’ve got a wife, a reputation. You’re not thinking,” the boy muttered, trying to keep his voice down. But Bruce didn’t even flinch. In fact, he seemed amused by Damien’s fire. That smile deepened, pulling at the edges of his mouth, and his eyes, piercing, predatory, lingering on Damien, roaming over him slowly, like a sculptor admiring his creation. 

“You’re so fucking sexy when you get angry,” Bruce said, his tone soft but teasing, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “I’d fuck you right here on this table if I could,” the jock stated, his gaze drilling into Damien. The blonde opened his mouth to argue, but the words died in his throat. Bruce was disarming him, little by little, with every quiet look and every casual word. The hunk leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “I want us to spend the day together. Just you and me,” Bruce suggested. The room felt suddenly smaller, as if the canteen had suddenly faded into a blur. 

“What about Kate?” Damien asked, hoping the mention of her would deter Bruce.

“Don’t worry about her,” the hunk said casually, shrugging as if it were the world’s simplest thing. “She’ll sleep through the day. After last night’s party, trust me, she won’t even notice I’m gone,” the jock explained.

Damien’s resolve wavered. He wanted to be with Bruce. More than anything.

The hunk smiled, and for a moment, Damien saw it again. The same Bruce he had glimpsed in the cave behind the waterfall. Raw, unguarded. A boyishness, a vulnerability that only Damien seemed to be able to unlock. It was intoxicating.

“Alright,” Damien said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Meet me by the dock…around 10 am,” he added.

“Sounds perfect,” Bruce replied, his voice warm and relaxed as his smile widened.

As Bruce stood up and made his way to the door, the air in the room shifted. A flood of people, staffers, guests, and onlookers converged on him, all eager for a piece of the legendary Bruce Levinson. Autographs, selfies, questions. Everyone wanted something from him.

Damien watched from his seat, his stomach tightening. It was always like this. Bruce was a star, adored by all, yet there was something between them that no one else could see. Something private, something forbidden. His eyes lingered on Bruce as he was swept up by the crowd, and for a moment, despite the chaos, their gazes met again, locking across the room. 

That was the moment Damien knew he had stepped into something he couldn’t control anymore. No matter how much he tried.

About an hour later, Damien stood at the dock, leaning against a sleek 45-foot yacht. The boat was a masterpiece, its white hull reflecting its indulgence and freedom. But Damien’s mind was elsewhere, tangled in the prospect of spending the entire day alone with Bruce, with no distractions or interruptions. Just the two of them and the open sea.

Lost in thought, Damien didn’t notice Bruce approaching until he heard the soft crunch of his footsteps on the wooden dock. He looked up, pulse-quickening as the hunk sauntered toward him, his eyes scanning Damien with the same mix of lust and longing that had been brewing between them for days. Bruce’s presence felt larger than life. A commanding attention that oozed effortlessly.

“You think you can handle something this big?” Bruce teased, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he nodded toward the yacht. Damien chuckled, shaking his head, though his nerves were still buzzing. 

“You know I can,” he replied, his voice low and playful. “It’s you I’m worried about,” the blonde quipped. Bruce raised an eyebrow, smiling. They both laughed, their tension easing momentarily. Yet, it was still there, that invisible thread pulling them closer as they stepped onto the yacht.

The upper deck was spacious, with a wide seating area adorned with plush white cushions and a teakwood table, perfect for soaking in the sun. Below deck, the yacht was just as luxurious. The interior gleamed with polished mahogany and sleek chrome accents. A living area was fitted with soft, cream-colored leather couches, and a small bar stood to the side, stocked with top-shelf liquor. The private quarters boasted a king-sized bed draped in crisp, white linen, with porthole windows letting in slivers of sunlight that danced across the room. It was intimate, a space designed for indulgence and comfort.

Damien could feel Bruce’s presence behind him as they walked around the boat, and he couldn’t deny, no matter how much he tried, the rush of being this close to Bruce. The blonde climbed up to the helm and began preparing to steer the yacht away from the dock when Bruce stepped beside him, his shoulder brushing Damien’s. 

“Let me try,” Bruce said, his voice a mix of confidence and curiosity. Damien smirked, stepping aside but staying close, his hand grazing Bruce’s arm as he moved. 

“Alright. But if you break it, you buy it,” he said, his tone light but laced with a deeper meaning. Bruce placed his hands on the wheel, gripping it quickly, but there was a touch of uncertainty in his eyes. Damien stood beside him, leaning in just enough to guide the hunk, their bodies nearly touching. “Keep the wheel steady,” Damien instructed softly, his voice calm. “And throttle forward…slowly,” the blonde directed. Bruce’s hand brushed Damien’s as he adjusted, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down Damien’s spine. 

“Like this?” Bruce asked, his voice soft, almost vulnerable.

“Exactly,” Damien replied, his lips so close to Bruce’s ear that he could feel the heat radiating between them.

The yacht began to drift away from the dock, the hum of the engine filling the silence of the ocean around them. Damien could sense Bruce’s nerves and the subtle tension in his posture, but he also saw something else. A quiet joy. As Bruce focused on steering, Damien found himself inching closer, his hand resting lightly on Bruce’s lower back. The touch was brief and innocent, yet the boy could feel his groin pulsating and his chest expanding. Bruce didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned slightly into it, acknowledging Damien’s touch.

“See? It’s not that hard,” Damien teased, his voice low, the playful tone laced with something deeper. Bruce chuckled, turning his head slightly toward Damien, their faces close enough to feel each other’s breath. 

“Actually…it is,” Bruce murmured, his eyes lingering on Damien’s lips for a second too long.

It must have been a fraction of a second when their lips suddenly met in a rush of salty air and desire, their bodies pressing against each other on the rocking deck of the yacht. The kiss deepened quickly as Bruce’s tongue teased Damien’s bottom lip, begging to be let inside. He heard a soft moan escape from Damien’s throat, echoing the one he felt welling up in his own chest. The touch ignited a fire in his loins that had been simmering since they first set foot inside the boat. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves, their hands finding each other’s hips and pulling one another closer.

Bruce broke the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, gazing into Damien’s pool of molten gold eyes. The sparkle of the setting sun reflected off his irises, making them glow like embers dancing in the night sky. He couldn’t help but lean in again, their lips reconnecting with a hunger that surprised even him. Their tongues tangled together as they explored each other’s mouths.

“Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste you again,” Bruce groaned into Damien’s mouth as the boy’s hand slid inside Bruce’s swim shorts.

“You’re right…” Damien uttered, fumbling with his breath as he gripped the jock’s 12-incher. “It is hard. Let me help you with that,” he added as a smirk grew on his spit-covered mouth. 

Bruce groaned in response, his hands sliding into Damien’s hair as he pulled him closer. He could feel the hard length of his cock throbbing against his shorts, desperate for release. Damien’s hand wrapped around it, squeezing gently, and he moaned into the kiss. They tasted each other, tongues dancing, their noses brushing together as they tried to get closer still. Their chests heaved in unison as their desire grew more intense.

Damien broke the kiss to nip at Bruce’s jawline, his teeth scraping softly over the jock’s thick beard. He unfastened Bruce’s swim trunks and slid them down over his hips, freeing his mammoth cock from its confinement. It sprang upwards, thick, veiny, and hard, pointing towards the ceiling like an iron rod of determination. 

“Fuck,” Damien breathed out, running his fingers up and down the beast before wrapping them around the base and giving it a gentle squeeze. He licked his lips in anticipation and kneeled down to smell it. Musky with a hint of soap. Damien took Bruce’s length into his mouth, sucking lightly at first, then deeper. He heard Bruce’s heavy breathing intensify as he bobbed his head back and forth, barely scratching the surface of its length. 

Desire coursed through their veins as Damien took Bruce’s monstrous cock into his mouth, his gag reflex kicking in as he got struggled with the sheer size of it. He pushed his head further, engulfing more and more of it, feeling his throat stretch around its thick girth. Bruce let out a long moan of pleasure before pulling Damien up, his tongue sliding inside the boy’s mouth again, deep enough that he could taste his own cock. 

“Take those off,” Bruce ordered, pointing his eyes to Damien’s shorts, now armed like a tent, as they kept his pink 7-inch cock hostage. 

The boy slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled his shorts down, tossing them to the side with his foot. Bruce smiled and walked down to the bedroom cabinet, letting his heavy, muscular body fall on the bed. His cock bounced with it, slapping against his abdomen. Damien watched, smiling. He leaned to the side, softly punching the autopilot control button before following Bruce downstairs. He stood at the foot of the bed, his smooth body on display for the hunk to admire as his cock bounced excitedly up and down between his legs. 

“I wanna fuck you,” Bruce groaned.

“Maybe later,” Damien replied, his eyes locked on Bruce’s giant cock, trickling precum.

“What?” Bruce responded, squinting.

“Right now, I wanna suck your cock. I wanna look at you while I do it…and…I wanna see your face while you come in my mouth,” Damien conveyed, his words raw and vulnerable. 

Bruce didn’t answer. He seemed overwhelmed as Damien knelt down before him, the blonde’s tongue swiftly circling the head of Bruce’s cock. He looked up at him with hooded eyes, his own erection bobbing in anticipation as he opened wide and took the mammoth shaft into his mouth, moaning around it. It stretched his lips and throat to their limits, but he relished the feeling, loving the taste of precum on his tongue. His warmth engulfed Bruce’s dick, filling his senses as he began to slowly slide downwards, taking more and more of it into his mouth. Bruce gasped, staring at Damien’s ass as it wiggled in the air and then back up at him with a flushed face. 

“Jesus Christ, Damien,” he breathed out, running his big, calloused hands through Damien’s hair. The blonde licked the precum off the tip and swallowed it greedily before moving back up, slurping softly as he went. He cupped Bruce’s massive balls, rolling them gently between his fingers and massaging them as he continued to deepthroat his dick. “That’s it,” whispered Bruce, his eyes in ecstasy.

Damien looked up at him again, their gazes locking as he took more of Bruce’s massive shaft. He could feel every vein pulsing against the roof of his mouth and gagged as he slowly reached the 6-inch mark. His free hand found its way to Bruce’s engorged member and began to stroke it in time with his bobbing head movements. The sound took hold of the room. Wet, sloppy noises echoed off the walls. 

As Bruce’s fingers dug into the sheets, his eyes locked onto Damien’s, waiting for a sign of consent. When he gave it, Bruce released his grip and reached forward, tangling his fingers in Damien’s golden locks. He pulled gently yet firmly, guiding Damien’s head further down his engorged manhood. The warmth of Damien’s breath against his sensitive skin sent a shudder down Bruce’s body. With each passing moment, the head of Bruce’s cock inched closer to finding its way into the back of Damien’s eager mouth. Finally, he felt the soft, slick walls of Damien’s throat envelop him completely. Breathless with power and desire, Bruce began to thrust his hips forward, driving himself deeper into Damien’s mouth with every passing second. His thick shaft glided effortlessly between Damien’s plush lips as he took complete control over every inch of the boy’s throat. With each forceful thrust, waves of pleasure washed over Bruce, leaving him panting and moaning in ecstasy. As he sank further into this erotic bliss, Bruce’s eyes remained latched on Damien’s.

As Bruce pushed his hips, his cock glided in and out of Damien’s throat, eliciting a gagging sound that reverberated around the room. Spittle and saliva dripped from the corners of the boy’s mouth, which were parted in awe. Despite his initial resistance, Damien found himself unable to break free from Bruce’s commanding grip. The mattress beneath them groaned in rhythm with their movements, adding an audible layer to the intimate scene unfolding before them. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, becoming almost palpable as their bodies ground against each other. Bruce’s thrusts grew more forceful, driving deeper into Damien’s willing throat. The boy’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan of pleasure mixed with pain. It was clear that he was both overwhelmed and aroused by the experience.

As he continued to take Bruce’s cock down his throat, Damien couldn’t help but feel a sense of powerlessness and submission wash over him. He knew that this was what Bruce wanted from him, and he was more than willing to give it. And as he whimpered mercilessly, stroking his own cock as he did, Damien’s eyes locked on Bruce’s. Soon, he saw the hunk’s orgasm build, every rush before the explosion playing like clear images inside the hunk’s emerald jewels.

“Damien…fuck… I’m gonna…” Bruce announced as Damien moaned, nodding his head. 

Damien’s throat contracted as he finally felt Bruce’s steaming hot seed shoot from the tip of his monstrous cock, filling his mouth, the taste of it mingling with the metallic tang of saliva. As they locked eyes, Damien couldn’t help but feel his own cock pulsing in rhythm with Bruce’s, his cum suddenly shooting from his pink shaft in synchronicity. With a satisfied smirk, Damien swallowed every single drop of Bruce’s liquid as he could before slowly pulling back. 

“Fuckin’ hell…Damien…” Bruce exclaimed, his eyes bright with wonderment. “That’s the best fucking head I ever got.,” he said, panting, his hairy chest moving up and down. “Is this what you wanted?” Bruce asked as Damien stared at him, licking his swollen lips, beads of sweat trickling down both their bodies as the yacht rocketed gently beneath their movements. Bruce let his head fall back, hands covering his face as he laughed, enraptured by the pleasure he had just felt.

“Mhmm,” Damien nodded, grinning at the praise before closing his eyes briefly as a new wave of desire washed over him. He let his smooth body fall over the hunk, his soul beaming as he lay there, feeling Bruce’s fingers brush the sweat-drenched skin on his back, trailing it tenderly.

They eventually picked themselves up. But their bodies remained naked, their increasing closeness too unrestrained to be caged by clothing.

As the yacht cut smoothly through the water, they sailed into the vastness of the sea, the horizon stretching endlessly before them. The breeze picked up, carrying the salty scent of the ocean, and the sun glinted off the waves, creating the most beautiful shimmering light before them. It was peaceful, away from the world and from prying eyes. And they felt like the only two people left on earth.

As they sailed away from Barbados, the vast Caribbean Sea opened before them, stretching endlessly like a painted masterpiece. Above them, the sun was high, sparkling on the ocean’s surface like scattered liquid diamonds. 

The sensation was liberating. The world before them felt endless, untouched by anything or anyone. It was as though the ocean had swallowed up everything they knew—the hotel, the guests, the responsibilities, the complicated feelings—leaving only the two of them drifting into something that felt beyond their control.

As they sailed north toward the first island, Martinique, the silhouette of the majestic and wild volcanic peak of Mount Pelée began to rise in the distance. The island, fringed with lush rainforests and surrounded by turquoise waters, looked like something from a dream, untouched and full of promise. They didn’t speak much as they marveled at the natural beauty, but the silence between them felt comfortable and intimate. It was as though the island had absorbed their words, creating a space where only contemplation mattered.

As they rounded the tip of Martinique and began sailing toward Saint Lucia, the view became even more breathtaking. The twin volcanic spires of the Pitons, dramatic and steep, jutted out from the island like sentinels guarding its secrets. The sheer cliffs were draped in emerald green, thick with tropical vegetation that clung to the rocks and tumbled down to the water’s edge. The sight was surreal. Nature in its rawest, most untamed form, and yet there was a softness to it, a beauty that seemed almost too perfect to be real.

Damien glanced at Bruce, catching how the emerald light played across the hunk’s face, the sun brushing along the sharp angles of his jaw. Bruce was smiling, not the polished, public smile that the world knew, but something softer, almost boyish, as if at this moment, surrounded by the beauty of the islands, he was as free as Damien felt.

They didn’t need to speak. The connection between them was as clear as the water beneath them. Every stolen glance, every subtle brush of their arms as they maneuvered around the deck, told them more than words ever could. It was as though the world had narrowed to just the two of them, with no destination in mind other than each other.

Saint Vincent came next, its rugged coastline framed by dense rainforests that rolled down to the beaches. Small fishing villages dotted the shoreline, the bright colors of the boats contrasting with the deep green of the trees and the azure of the water. As they sailed past, Damien could hear the faint laughter of children playing on the shore, their joy carried on the breeze. It felt like a place suspended in time, untouched by the outside world. Here, everything felt simpler and purer.

As they sailed further, leaving Saint Vincent behind, they reached the western islands of the Grenadines. This was where the true magic of the Caribbean unfolded, with tiny, uninhabited islands scattered like jewels across the sea. The water here was impossibly clear, so turquoise it looked unreal, with coral reefs just beneath the surface, teeming with vibrant marine life. The beaches were untouched, stretches of blinding white sand fringed with swaying palm trees and thick tropical foliage.

They anchored near one such island, a small, secluded piece of paradise with no sign of human life. The yacht rocked gently with the rhythm of the waves, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Bruce stepped back from the helm, stretching his arms above his head, and sighed contentedly. His gaze settled on Damien, who stood at the bow of the yacht, looking out over the endless sea, his soft pink cock fluttering in the breeze.

Bruce stood behind him, his emerald eyes filled with something deeper now, something more intimate than just a sense of awe, as though Damien was as much a part of this natural beauty as the islands they had passed. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. He stepped closer, standing beside the boy at the bow. Their shoulders touched as they looked out over the water. 

The world had fallen away. The islands, the sea, the sky. Everything withered into the background, and in that moment, they were free. From expectations, judgment, and the world that had always demanded so much of them. 

And for the first time in what felt like forever, they were both exactly where they were supposed to be.

He glanced back at Bruce, who was leaning against the railing, watching him with a crooked grin.

“We got a couple of hours before the tide rises,” Damien called out. Bruce’s smile widened. 

“So, what’s the pla…” he replied before being cut off by the sight of Damien diving into the water, his sleek form cutting through the waves with practiced grace.

Bruce smiled, rushing inside and rummaging through his things. He came out with a backpack wrapped around his broad shoulders, took a breath, and leaped off the side of the yacht, plunging into the clear, warm water. He surfaced, his long, wet hair slicked back, and swam toward Damien with strong strokes, the sun catching the droplets of water that clung to his skin.

They reached the shore together, their naked bodies rising from the sea like two figures in a painting, water cascading down their tanned skin. The island was small and uninhabited, with soft white sand and palm trees swaying lazily in the breeze. The quietness, the isolation, was like a dream, with only the sound of the waves lapping at the shore and the occasional call of a seabird breaking the silence.

Damien lay down on the sand first, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths as he stared at the sky, the blue above so pure it almost hurt to look at. Bruce joined him, dropping down next to him, arm brushing against Damien’s as they lay side by side. There was no rush, no urgency in their movements. Just an easy, almost instinctual comfort, as if they had been doing this together for years. 

Damien felt more at ease here, lying in the sand beside Bruce, than he had in a long time. His mind was quiet for once. Free from the usual barrage of thoughts and worries.

Bruce broke the silence first, glancing over at Damien with a playful smirk. 

“You know,” he began, “I still can’t believe you never enjoyed a proper game,” the hunk commented. Damien let out a small, lazy chuckle, his gaze still fixed on the sky. 

“I told you… It’s just… a bunch of guys running into each other,” Damien replied, his tone purposefully teasing. Bruce groaned, half in mock frustration, half in genuine disbelief. 

“A bunch of guys run… that’s sacrilege, man,” the hunk fired back. Damien shrugged, unbothered by the teasing. 

“It’s just not my thing. I prefer… I don’t know, other stuff,” the blonde replied, his eyes glancing at Bruce’s long, soft cock that rested peacefully over the hunk’s chiseled abdomen. Bruce pushed himself onto his elbows, looking down at Damien with a mischievous gleam. 

“Well, what if I told you football can be better than sex?” the jock challenged. Damien raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. 

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, superstar,” he replied. Bruce laughed, the sound deep and genuine, carrying over the breeze. Then, without warning, he jumped to his feet, brushing the sand off his chest. 

“Alright, enough talk. Time for a lesson,” he uttered. Damien propped himself up on his elbows, eyeing Bruce warily as the NFL player pulled a football out of his bag. 

“What are you doing?” Damien questioned, frowning.

“I’m gonna teach you the basics,” Bruce replied, tossing the football lightly in his hands. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re afraid to get tackled,” the hunk provoked. Damien snorted, stood up, and wiped the sand off his shorts. 

“Afraid? Please,” Damien muttered sarcastically. He wasn’t entirely sure where this was going, but there was something about Bruce’s enthusiasm that was contagious.

Bruce stepped back a few feet, his eyes gleaming with that boyish excitement Damien was beginning to find profoundly endearing. 

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Bruce began, his tone a mix of serious and playful. “Football’s not just about strength. It’s about skill. About thinking on your feet,” the hunk explained before throwing the ball to Damien, who caught it, albeit a bit clumsily. “See? Not bad,” Bruce teased, stepping closer. “Now, when you throw it, aim high and flick your wrist like this,” he explained, showing Damien the motion, his hand guiding the blonde’s arm in a way that felt both instructional and strangely intimate. Damien could feel Bruce’s nutmeg breath on his neck, their skin still sweaty from their last encounter. Bruce stepped back again, grinning. “Now, try it,” he invited. Damien rolled his eyes but gave it a shot, throwing the ball toward the ocean. It spiraled through the air and promptly fell flat, splashing into the shallow water with an awkward plop. Bruce burst out laughing, doubling over. “That was… wow. Impressive…in the worst possible way,” the hunk joked.

“Shut up,” Damien muttered, unable to stop himself from laughing. He watched as Bruce retrieved the ball, his muscular form moving quickly through the water. There was something magnetic about the way Bruce moved, powerful yet with a grace that Damien found endlessly captivating.

Bruce tossed the ball back to Damien, this time standing close enough to catch it before it went too far. He winked. 

“Alright, maybe I’ll keep the throwing to myself for now. How about we work on a tackle?” he suggested. Damien crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“You’re joking, right?” the blonde questioned. Bruce’s grin widened. 

“Fuck, no. I’m completely serious,” he replied. 

And before Damien could protest, Bruce charged toward him, wrapping his arms around Damien’s waist and tackling him gently into the sand. They both landed with a soft thud, the world momentarily spinning as they tumbled together. For a brief second, Damien’s breath hitched. Bruce was hovering over him, their naked bodies pressed together. But instead of feeling uncomfortable, Damien found himself laughing, the tension in his chest loosening as Bruce’s playful, teasing nature pulled him in. The hunk rolled off him, grinning like a kid, propping himself on one elbow as he looked down at Damien. 

“See? Not so bad, right?” Bruce teased. Damien shook his head, breathless from laughter. 

“You’re insane. But… okay, maybe it’s fun,” the blonde uttered between giggles.

Suddenly, Bruce’s emerald eyes softened, and the world slowed down. The sounds of the ocean and the rustle of the wind faded into the background. It was just the two of them lying side by side in the sand. 

At that moment, Damien realized he was falling for Bruce. Hard. Not just for the football player or the celebrity but for the man who had taken the time to share something he loved, who had made Damien laugh in a way he hadn’t in a long time, and who was looking at him now with a tenderness that took Damien’s breath away.

“You’re so beautiful, Damien…” Bruce muttered, his eyes gleaming under the sun, causing Damien’s chest to buckle. He could feel the tears coming, so he swallowed, slowly trying to conceal his emotions.

“Don’t expect me to start watching the Super Bowl,” he said, his words weak, lacking the energy and punch of his usual sarcasm. He knew his shell had just been cracked. His soul laid bare for Bruce to touch.

For the first time in a long time, Damien felt like he didn’t have to be strong or alone. Here, with Bruce, he could just be.

The sun dipped below the horizon, fading its light over the tranquil waters, its warm hues reflecting off the waves as Bruce and Damien sat shoulder to shoulder on the sand. Neither spoke, their connection expanding with each passing second. The world’s weight was gone, it felt.

It was the perfect day. The happiest day of Damien’s life.

After a while, the blonde beauty rose and brushed the sand from his legs, signaling that it was time to head back. Bruce followed, casting one last glance at the sun-kissed horizon before they made their way to the yacht. The trip back to the Cove was quieter, their earlier laughter replaced by a contented silence. Damien expertly navigated the ship through the waters, the island shrinking behind them. Bruce stood close, his hand constantly finding subtle ways to graze Damien’s shoulder, his back, and their fingers brushing for fleeting moments.

The yacht glided into the dock at the Cove just as twilight set in. Bruce stepped off first, offering Damien a hand to follow. As they walked up the wood steps together, the warmth of their discreet touches still lingered. A casual brush of Bruce’s fingers against Damien’s wrist, a hand resting a little longer on Damien’s lower back.

But as they reached the top of the stairs, a figure loomed, waiting for them. 

Kate stood by the doorway, holding a glass of martini. Her posture was cool and poised, though her eyes betrayed the faint gleam of intoxication. She still looked slightly tipsy from the night before, her expression unreadable but sharp, like ice cracking under the surface. She locked on them the moment they appeared, onto Bruce and then Damien, her gaze cold and calculated, taking in the small details, the shared energy between the two men.

“Hey, ” Bruce said in a tempered, almost forced voice. His tone was careful and guarded. He didn’t linger or explain and brushed past her like the air between them had grown too thick to navigate. “See you tomorrow, Damien,” he added quietly, a lingering glance sent over his shoulder before his heavy steps rushed up the stairs.

That left Damien and Kate standing alone by the door, the space between them taut with unsaid words. Kate stood there, staring, the remnants of the martini sloshing gently in her glass, her fingers wrapped tightly around the stem. Damien could feel her eyes boring into him, cold but alive with the weight of the words she meticulously crafted, ready to set loose.

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened, you know?” Kate finally said, causing Damien to stumble back slightly, his movement barely noticeable.

“Excuse me?” Damien questioned, his voice cracking slightly.

“A young man like you comes along. Beautiful, vibrant…thinking he can change him. I’ve seen it countless times,” she said, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of Damien’s soul. 

So Damien did the only thing he knew to do. He fought back.

“I’m not like them,” he fired, words cutting the air like a cutlass. But instead of pushing back, Kate tilted her head, reading into the boy.

“You’re in love with him,” she whispered.

Damien felt himself being stripped bare. Kate knew. She knew.

“I should head back,” Damien mumbled as he turned around, ready to climb down the steps to the dock, when Kate’s voice stopped him.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Damien,” she warned. Yet, her tone was eerily soft and empathetic. Damien couldn’t turn around, his body unable to face her, so he stood there, eyes on the dock. “We all pay a heavy price to be in his life. To taste what it’s like to stand in his light. I know I do,” she continued, exposing her vulnerability. “My price is…that I’ll never get to see the side of Bruce you saw today,” she uttered, chuckling to herself. “But yours…yours is far worse,” she conveyed with deep compassion, as if, despite everything, she felt for Damien.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” the boy asked, fearing the answer. There was a brief silence.

“Knowing that this beautiful thing you’re feeling now…will end soon,” Kate stated. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” she added.

Damien’s golden eyes closed shut, a piercing sting puncturing his gut.

“What about his happiness?” he stuttered, his throat dry as sandpaper. He could feel Kate stepping forward, her husky voice now hovering over his right shoulder.

“C’mon, Damien…nobody who has reached the heights Bruce has is ever truly happy. No success comes without sacrifice. You, better than anyone, should know that,” she conveyed before turning around and walking back inside, her hand ready to shut the door when she suddenly paused. “Oh, and Damien,” she called. “Don’t confuse my silence with tolerance,” she warned. “Bruce’s future is with me,” she stated before slamming the door shut.

The sound reverberated inside Damien’s ears like an explosion, his jaw tightening. Without a word, he slowly walked down to the dock, his footsteps echoing through the stillness of the evening as he descended into the darkness below.

Were Kate’s words a tackle, Damien thought? A strategic move to throw him off the field?

Or was she right? 

Maybe this peace he felt, this calm, was simply the beginning of a violent storm.

One that he couldn’t outrun…

(To be continued…)

Theo’s POV

My head has been pounding all morning. My first few classes today have been a blur. I saw Mario in home room and one other class but he didn’t even look in my direction so now i’m left to wonder what the fuck was his problem but right now I gotta focus on getting rid of this headache. I raised my hand.

“Yes, Mr. Spence.” the teacher said

“May I be excused to go see the nurse?”

“Sure.”

I grabbed my backpack from the back of my chair and headed towards the door then into the hallway. As I climbed the stairs to get to the nurse’s office I felt my phone vibrating, I pulled it from my pocket to see a text from Christal and another from Rufus. I opened Christal’s text, deciding to ignore Rufus. 

Christal: Speng, I’m still fucking pissed at you. I can’t believe you left me hanging for almost 4 hours outside your house with no explanation. I called you, texted and nothing, the least you could have done was let me sleep over but no you were too tired I had to leave. What the fuck happened to you? 

Reading her text, had me confused and wondering what the hell was she talking about and what the fuck happened last night. This made me think I needed to see what I did to make Mario want to avoid me and also find out why Christal was off her rockers. I walked into the nurse’s office, she looked up then beckoned me to sit and I sat in the chair across from her at the desk. 

“What brings you in to see me today?” she asked

“My head feels like it’s splitting” I told her

“Do you normally have headaches this bad?” She asked

“No but I think it may be from drinking too much last night” I told her honestly

“So you’re just hungover” she smiled, “Well here’s what I won’t give you any medication but the fastest way to feel better is to drink lots of water or a vitamin based drink and avoid anything caffeinated.”

She handed me a bottle of water, I took it and stood up to leave when she called “if you still feel the same after lunch, come and see me.”

I nodded and headed for the door, as I started the stairs to go back to class the bell went off which meant time for lunch. I started to chug my water then headed for the cafeteria. As I joined the line to get lunch Jake, the kid from yesterday came up beside me. 

“Hey man, how’s it going?” he said

“Oh, its you” I said

“Are you still pissed about yesterday? Come on man, I didn’t mean anything.”

“What do you want, man? And of course I’m still pissed, first day in the bougie ass school and you landed me in detention man.” I said angrily

“Wow bro, you need to relax. You don’t look so good, let me make it up to you.” He said 

“Whatever man” I said as we collected our food 

I saw a free table and headed for it, Jake followed. “Are you okay bro?” He asked quizzically

“Just a bit hungover” I said

“I’ve got the perfect cure, why didn’t you just say that man?” He laughed “Hold on, be back in a jiff” he said as he walked towards the vending machines. Thirty seconds later he returned with a Gatorade and handed it to me. 

“Here, drink this. Works wonders for my hangovers” He said

I took it and drank it all in one go then started on my food. 

“Hungover on a Tuesday, wow, you must be quite the raver man. Where was the party?” Jake asked smiling

“No party, I just had a few beers with a friend after school” I told him

“A few beers gave you a hangover until noon” he said laughing “You’re a lightweight bro”

“So” I said narrowing my eye at him

“Oh, nothing. That’s cool” he said as he started eating his food. 

He was right though, I am a lightweight with alcohol but he didn’t need to be saying that. I still don’t know what happened or even how I got home last night. Christal is pissed and it seems I managed to piss off Mario as well, I thought as I scanned the cafeteria for him. 

“Looking for someone?” Jake asked looking over at me

“Nah” I said returning to my food

As I ate, I kept trying to remember details from last night. I know I had taken Mario up to the reserve and we talked for a bit and drank beers but I couldn’t remember when we left or how I got home. I just remember waking up with a pounding headache this morning. The details were missing. I pulled out my phone as I decided to text Mario

Theo: Yo Sourpuss, where you at?

I waited for a response, a few seconds went by and I saw that he read the message. As I sat watching the screen it showed that he was typing but after another three minutes no reply came. I locked my phone and dropped it in my pocket. I realized I was starting to feel better, it seems Jake’s remedy really worked. 

“Yo, is the soccer team here any good?” I asked Jake 

“It’s not the worst” he responded with a laugh “why’d you ask, thinking of joining?”

“Yeah, I just might” I said

“Well they still have tryouts so you can go give it a shot” he said “maybe you’ll make them better” he smirked

I ignored his smirk. I had wanted to try out for the soccer team yesterday but detention ruined my plans. I decided I will give it a shot today after all my gears were still in the trunk. The bell rang signaling the end of the lunch hour, I checked my phone, there was still no response from Mario. Jake told me he has history class as I grabbed my backpack. I told him I have a free period but I got plans, he asked to swap numbers so I took his phone and punched in my number then handed it back to him then headed off to the parking lot. As I did I pulled my phone out to check the text from Rufus. 

Rufus: Boy, if you’re gonna drink at least  know your limit. I had to take your lil girlfriend home last night after you passed out. Call me as soon as you get this. I’m serious, Speng. CALL ME! 

Shit, I thought. Christal was at the house last night and Rufus took her home. Damn, what the fuck happened.  I hit the dial button to call Rufus. Two rings and he picked up:

Rufus: Boy, I told you we need to talk when I got home last night. Why the fuck did you go get yourself drunk?

Theo: I just had a few beers, it ain’t that serious. 

Rufus: A few beers fucked you up…damn you light…anyways thats not why I wanted to talk. We need to talk about the expansion and how we can get some product into Moreton. 

Theo: Into Moreton? You mean my school? 

Rufus: Yes boy but not just your school. 

By this time I had gotten to my car and got it to talk to him. 

Theo: So what’re you thinking, how we gonna do that? 

Rufus: That’s where you come in, I want you to get it up and running and I’ve arranged for one of my boys to join you as a student there. 

Theo: Who? Ian? 

Rufus: Nah, Six. He’s gonna be there as your back up and make sure things go smoothly. 

Theo: I’d prefer if you sent Ian. You know he and me go way back. 

Rufus: See the bigger picture boy, you still my son so you need someone who disposable so if there are any fuck ups you ain’t taking the fall. 

Theo: Okay. So when do we start? 

Rufus: The paper work for six should be here later today so he’ll join you tomorrow. You can get the kids and pass them on to him and he gives you the dough at the end of each day. And for fuck’s sake be smart about this. 

Theo: Okay

Rufus: I’m counting on you for this, Speng. Don’t fuck it up. 

Theo: I won’t. 

Rufus hung up. I felt good knowing he was trusting me to run the op in Moreton but I would have preferred if he had sent Ian. He and I were buds for the longest time, this kid Six is new to this. I grabbed my backpack, got out the car, grabbed my gears from the trunk then locked it up and headed to the gym where the Phys. Ed. teacher told us to meet him. As I walked in I was expecting to see Mario but he was nowhere to be found. I did see the girl he was always hanging out with. I went into the locker room and changed then returned to the gym. Turns out the class was just an intro and we weren’t doing anything physical. As the class ended I decided to ask the girl what’s up with Mario so I ran over to her as she was grabbing her backpack. 

“Hey, you’re Carla, right? Mario’s friend.” I asked

“Hey” She said looking nervously at me “yeah”

“Is he okay?” I asked 

“He’s fine” she answered but she kept giving me a weird look

“I was just wondering because I hadn’t seen him in this class.” I said

“Oh, he switched sessions so he could have this period free” she laughed nervously

“Oh okay” I said but I couldn’t help but notice she was acting weird, not as friendly as she seemed yesterday. “Is something wrong?” I asked

“No but I gotta ask” she said, lowering her tone to a whisper she asked “Are you really the son of a gang boss?”

I was a bit shocked by her question, I didn’t think these bougie kids knew about the gang, nor my dad and me. 

“Well if you’re asking, then you must already know.” I said

The look and her face seem to register shock. “I gotta go.” I said leaving her standing there. I decided to head straight to the locker room to grab my cleats from soccer then head to the field. 

Soccer tryout was brutal. The coach pushed us very hard but after the first hour he had approached me and told me he was very impressed and if I wished there was definitely a spot on the team for me but I gotta come to practice for the rest of the week. I was thrilled to hear that but not really surprised because from what I saw, what Moreton had in money to make their squad look good they lacked in talent. Some of the other kids started approaching me just to chat, I chatted with them. Most of them thought I was a shoe-in for the team and some wanted help to make the team which I agreed to, thinking if I can get these guys to look to me, then it shouldn’t be a problem getting them to support my business. After practice ended, the coached announced who were the first 3 persons selected and told us the rest would be announced over the next couple of days but everyone’s gotta come to practice or your name will be removed even if it was called. No surprise my name was there. As I grabbed my backpack a few of the guys started crowding me asking questions which I tried to answer as we headed for the showers. As we stripped down to shower, I couldn’t help but notice some of the guys kept glancing in my direction and I even caught a few of them staring at my junk. I adjusted the sleeve I wore on my right arm to cover my tattoo and walked to one of the shower heads, turned on the water and proceeded to lather my body. As I stood under the the shower washing the soap from my body, a big kid who was a year 12 walked up to the shower beside me, he looked down at my cock and then looked up and smiled

“Nice cock, Spence” he said with a laugh “that’s gotta be 8 or 9 inches hard”

“Yeah, what is it to you?” I asked raising an eyebrow “And it’s Speng”

“Nah, nothing bro, just a little locker room fun.” He said

As I looked at his huge muscular body and glanced down I saw that his cock was rock hard and had to be about 8 inches. I felt my cock starting to rise so I quickly washed off and grabbed the towel from the hangers, wrapped my waist and headed for the locker room. 

“Later man”, I said as I walked away

“Seems someone was getting a little excited there” He laughed, turning back to his shower. 

As I changed my mind was reeling, what the fuck happened just now? Why was I looking at that guy’s junk? And why the fuck was my cock getting hard? I’ve always liked girls and I’ve seen tons of guys naked before but none has ever made my cock move. I shook my head, trying to lose those thoughts. I need to get outta here. After dressing I grabbed my backpack and gear and headed out towards the car park. Just as I got to my car and popped the trunk dropping my gears in I looked across and there in the waiting zone stood Mario. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. It seemed he had just left training of some sort. I quickly got in and pulled around to the waiting area at his foot, rolled down the window and called out. 

“Yo Sourpuss, want a ride home?” he bent to look in the car

“Oh, it’s you. No thank you.” He said in a rather cold tone

“What? Why?” I asked 

“My dad’s on his way” he said with a blank look on his face

“Just call him and tell him you’re riding with a friend” I told him

“No thanks” he replied

“Come on, Sourpuss. I don’t bite.” I said jokingly

With the same blank expressionless look he said “No, thank you and my name is Marz.” 

“Okay Mario, you win. I do need to talk to you about something important though” I said changing to a more serious tone and expression

He looked up at me “About what?” he said, a curious expression creeping on his face. 

“Can you just get in, no detours today. I’m serious” I said

He finally relented and opened the car door and sat down. “Let me call my dad,” he said, closing the car door. 

Mario’s POV

“Marz, is that you?” my dad called from the living room as I closed the door. 

“Yeah, dad it’s me. Are you expecting someone else?” I called back to him as I walked into the living room

“Come on kiddo, what if someone tried to break in?”

“Dad, we’ve lived here for 10 years and never had a break in. What makes you think it would start now?” I asked

“Well I’ve heard there’s an increase in gang activities getting closer to Moreton Heights, so can’t be too cautious.” He said. “Anyways, how was your first day and why do you smell like beer?”

“Ugh, dad, you’re always in my business” I said with a sigh

“It’s my business to be in your business and since the coach texted all parents that practice was canceled you should have been home hours ago.” he said looking at me expectantly

I didn’t hide anything from my dad so I told him everything that happened today. Well not everything, of course I left out certain details about what Theo and I talked about. He looked at me and from the look in his eyes I knew what was about to happen. Dad grabbed me in a fierce hug. 

“It seems you’ve found yourself a boyfriend, I can’t wait to meet him” he said with a big grin plastered on his face as he released me

“He’s not my boyfriend” I said

“But he can be” dad replied smiling “and it’s the kid across the street, I totally called it”

“Called what?” I hear my mom say as she descends the stairs into th living room

“Marz’s new boyfriend, the kid across the street” dad said as my mom settled on the couch, at dad’s words I could see her expression changed to a cold hard one. 

“Christophe, I’ve told you to stop entertaining Mario and these unholy practices” she said

“Miranda, please. I can’t do this with you tonight. Let me love my son for both of us if you’re not going to love him as he is” dad replied. “Son, did you know your mom helped them close the deal on the house across the street?”

“No, I didn’t” I told him

“I don’t want you hanging around that boy from across the street.” My mom said

I looked at her with a puzzled expression but she refused to look at me. 

“How do you get off moving them across the street from us then to tell our son he can’t talk to the kid you are responsible for putting in his neighborhood?” Dad asked mom “it doesn’t make any sense”

“I just don’t want him talking to that boy” she retorted. I could sense the argument brewing so I decided I needed to leave. “I’m going to bed I said heading to the stairs” They didn’t seem to hear as they both started to get louder. I climbed the stairs and headed to my room. It seems they’ve been arguing a lot more lately even before I went away for the holiday. As I stripped off my uniform and tossed them in the wash bin, I looked out the window and saw a man and a girl getting in a car but Theo was nowhere to be seen. It seems that was the girl who was waiting for him. Even after seeing her, I still found it hard to process that he had a girlfriend. He definitely seemed like he was flirting with me today but then he dropped that line. As I walked back to the bathroom and got in the shower, I thought maybe he’s bi. 

As the warm water ran over my body, my mind kept flashing back to the image of Theo laying on his side on the hood of his car, his bulging muscles, the scar on his cheek that gave him a one-sided dimple as he smiled and just how hot he looked. I ran my hands over my body lathering it with soap as I started imagining it was Theo rubbing his hands over me. I could feel my cock starting to rise as my fingers brushed against my hard nipples, with my free hand I took hold of my cock and gently began stroking it. I imagined it was Theo sucking my cock while he used his hand to play with my nipples. Back and forth I went stroking my cock and using my other hand to pinch my nipples all the while visualizing my cock disappearing down Theo’s throat. As I jerked my cock faster small moans escaped my throat and I could feel I was getting closer, “suck my cock Theo” I moaned as I continued to stroke my cock even faster, “yeah suck it Theo, suck it” I continued to moan as my whole body went rigid and rope after rope of cum exploded from my cock all over the shower walls. As I opened my eyes I was amazed to see the amount of cum splashed on the wall and leaking from my cock. I quickly turned the water to wash it from the wall then continued to wash myself. 

Once I had made sure to wash away the evidence of my little jerk session, I quickly got out of the shower, dried myself, slipped on a pair of underpants and jumped into my bed. Thinking about what just happened in the shower then remembering he had a girlfriend, I decided then I would not allow myself to fall for a straight guy as I drifted off to sleep. The next day was uneventful, I got up before my alarm, dad dropped me off at school and he apologized for my mom’s behaviour last night. I told him it was not his fault and I love him for always sticking up for me. My classes went by in a breeze. I did see Theo a few times throughout the day but each time I would take a different route to avoid him. For lunch I met up with Aisha and the rest of the gang, she had her butler pick us up and take us off campus to a fancy restaurant for lunch. Marcel was always happy to indulge Aisha’s whims but I got free food so I went along. When the bell rang at 3 o’clock it couldn’t have been sooner for me. Chad and I said goodbye to the girls who said they were going to visit Ethan since he didn’t come in today and had texted us that he was sick. 

“Man, I’m so happy to get back in the water.” Chad said as we walked to the locker room by the pool

“Me too, my aunt didn’t have one when I was overseas so it has been a minute” I told him

“Yeah and now that you’re captain of the team you gotta oversee the tryouts. Watch out for the year twelves too because they might be jealous that coach didn’t pick one of them for captain” Chad said

I hadn’t thought of that, everyone seemed cool so I didn’t think the year twelves had a problem with me being captain. “I didn’t know they had a problem with that” I told Chad

He smiled “I love how naive you can be at times, some of them do not all” he said. 

We got to the locker room, stripped down and put on trunks over the speedos and headed back to the pool. Chad decided he was going to do some warm up laps and headed off. Coach came over to me and explained what he needed me to do with the guys trying out. He then called over one of the year twelve guys, his name was Brad and told him he wanted him to help out with the tryouts. Brad and I took the guys who were here for tryouts and put them through the standard stuff. Even though he was not swimming Brad only wore his speedo and unlike most of us who had a swimmer’s build Brad was muscular with a blond buzzcut. Every time he would stand close to me I swore his bulge got bigger. As we went through the exercises with the new recruits I made an effort not to look at Brad. At the end of the tryouts we told the guys they can hit the showers. Coach came over to collect what we had written down of the recruits then told us both to do a few laps before we headed home. I walked back to the pool, pulled off my trunks, down to my speedo and dived in to do my laps. Brad did the same. By the time we were through practice was over for the other guys so I headed for the locker room. As I walked in I saw Chad leaving, he was the last one. He asked me if I’m good to get home and I told him Dad was picking me up. We said our goodbye, I grabbed a towel and headed to the showers. As I stood there while the warm water ran down my skin, I  suddenly felt someone grab me around the chest from behind. 

“Hey captain” the voice came to my ear, I picked up that it was Brad

Surprised, I asked “What are you doing Brad? Let me go.”

He seemed to hold tighter and I could feel the hot muscles of his chest press into my back and his big dick in the speedo rub against my naked ass. 

“Come on captain, you know you want it. I saw how you eyed me last year and how you pretended not to see me this afternoon. That show was for you” he said 

“Brad, please stop this” I said in a somewhat pleading tone

He released me and as I turned to face him, he pulled off his speedo and I saw him in all his glory. His cock must have been 10 or 11 inches. 

He smiled “See what you’re missing cap. I won’t force it on you but you’ll be begging me for it soon.” he said walking over to the next showerhead. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t impressed by Brad’s big cock but I was also nervous as a few moments ago I thought he was going to try to go further than what he did. I quickly rinsed myself then grabbed my towel and headed back to the changing area. I dried myself quickly and pulled on my clothes hoping to avoid Brad and texted dad that I was ready. As I grabbed my bags from the locker, I saw Brad leaving the shower. “See you tomorrow, cap.” he grabbed his dick and shook it “he’s all yours remember” he said with a smile. I headed for the door then to the parking lot to wait for dad. As I stood there waiting, I was a bit nervous Brad would come over here while I waited so I kept checking my phone. Just then another car pulled up and stopped in front of me, I sighed, it was Theo’s car. I did well to avoid him all day only for this to happen. Why was he here this late? Wasn’t his girlfriend waiting on him today? I bent to look in the car as he rolled down the window. 

With that stupid grin on his face he said “Yo Sourpuss, want a ride home?”

“Oh, it’s you. No thank you.” I said disinterestedly 

“What? Why?” he asked somewhat alarmed but still grinning

“My dad’s on his way” I said remembering what I imagined him doing last night, I kept a straight face

“Just call him and tell him you’re riding with a friend” he said

“No thanks” I told him

“Come on, Sourpuss. I don’t bite.” he laughed

I hope you do. I thought, my mind going back to the scene last night. This made it hard to keep a straight face. “No, thank you and my name is Marz.” I said

“Okay Mario, you win. I do need to talk to you about something important though” he said sounding and looking more serious tone

“About what?” I asked curiously and thought it must be since he finally used my name. 

“Can you just get in, no detours today. I’m serious” He said

I opened the car door and sat down. “Let me call my dad,” I said, closing the car door. I quickly called my dad and told him I’m getting a ride home and he said he was glad because he was just leaving the office. I told him I’ll see him at home. We drove for about 3 minutes in silence and I did my best not to look at him. He kept glancing over. 

“What did I do to upset you?” he asked

“Upset me? Why do you think I’m upset?” I asked him

“Well you seem to have been avoiding me all day.” he said

“I wasn’t avoiding you. Why would I?” I asked

“That’s what I’m hoping you’d tell me. Did I do something to you last night when we went to the reserve?” He said

“No you didn’t.” I said

“Okay, did you drive us home? He then said “I don’t remember much from last night, I know we had a few beers but I don’t even remember what we talked about or how I got home.” 

Hold on, I thought, so he’s telling me he took me to his secret spot, flirted with me then told me he had a girl waiting on him and now he doesn’t remember, wow. 

“We talked about regular stuff, you told me your mom taught you to drive and that she passed away, then we came home and you drove.” I told him

“Great! I became a blabbermouth.” he said

I gave a small chuckle. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. As he continued driving he said “I’m a bad drunk and I really hope you’d be my friend and I hope I didn’t ruin that last night. So when you didn’t speak to me all day I worried I might have done something” he said 

“Oh no, it’s nothing you said or did. I was just busy.” I lied. I did avoid him all day because I couldn’t get him out of my head

“Great, I’m really glad we cleared that up Mario.” He said smiling

I gave him a small smile. 

“Do you play videogames” he asked randomly

“Yeah, of course. Who doesn’t?” I responded

He laughed “I guess that was a dumb question, which ones do you like?” 

“I like open world adventure games and PVP fighting games. I have a PS5 console.” 

“Nice console, Rufus gave away mine when we moved but I played mostly action games and FIFA” he said

I rolled my eyes, I hate FIFA, I thought but decided against saying it. “Who’s Rufus?” I asked instead.

“My idiot dad” he laughed

“Oh, you mentioned him” I said “Seems like you two don’t get along.”

“He ain’t the best dad but he ain’t the worst and he’s all I got you know.” he said

“I get ya” I said “at least he doesn’t hate you” I mumbled

“Say something?” he asked

“Nah” I said

He then pulled onto our street and when he got to our houses facing each other instead of letting me get out at my gate he backed into his driveway. We got out of the car.  

“I’m coming over to play videogames.” He said as I started to walk towards the road. I quickly ran through my mind to make sure my room was clean. 

“Sure” I said and he proceeded to follow me over. We entered the house and I locked the door then led him up to my room. He looked around somewhat surprised. 

“You’re a Jonas fan?” he said looking at the poster on the wall

“Yes, yes I am.” I said

“Okay, I never would have thought you were.” he said laughing. 

“Whatever” I said as I grabbed a change of clothes from the dresser and went to the bathroom as he sat down on my bed. I quickly changed and returned, got the controllers, switched on the console and asked what do you wanna play? 

Theo’s POV

I was surprised upon entering Mario’s room, he had posters all over but the Jonas poster was most surprising especially since it was from their teenage years. He changed and we settle in to play videogames. I looked at his games but the only thing that I could imagine playing was MK so when he asked what I wanted to play I told him MK. After 30 minutes of play, I wa surprised to see how good he was because he was winning 6: 3.

“How are you doing this? I said

“You’re just not good” he laughed 

“I’m definitely better than you” I said

“Best of 13” I said

“You really think you can beat me 4 times on a roll?” he lauughed

“Of course” I said as we agreed to a rematch on screen

I went for my most practiced character Jade, confident that I could take it. He must have not taken it seriously so I won the first two matches easily. Now we stood at 6:5. For the third match I could see he was putting in more effort but on the last round I managed to grab a fatal blow just before he could get the final hit in to win and I took the third match. 

“That’s cheating” he cried out

“It’s a perfectly legal move” I laughed “You’re just no match for me”

“We’ll see about that” as he chose his character. I noticed he chose a different character from who he’d been using all along. This time he went with Kitana. I stuck with Jade. The first round was close but I took it but he effortlessly overpowered me in the second round. For the third round it was truly a battle with both our health bars really low. I was sure one more hit and he’d win so I used my elbow to nudge his side, he jumped and giggled so I took it and delivered that last blow to win the match. 

“You cheated” he shouted pushing me back so I fell on the bed

“It’s not my fault you’re jumpy” I said poking him in his side, he jumped and squealed. I laughed

“I can’t believe you’re ticklish” I said grabbing his side he jumped again and fell backwards on the bed beside me

“Stop that” he said fighting not to giggle, I hopped up on the bed on my knees and proceeded to tickle him using both hands, he laughed and squealed as he tried to push me away with both arms, I swung one leg over him pinning him to the bed and continued my assault on his sides. He laughed so hard tears were dripping from his eyes as he continued to try to push me off. This went on for a few minutes when the door flew open and a man stood in the doorway.

“Marz, are you okay? the man shouted in alarm, it took a second for him to register what was happening and his expression softened. I  quickly jumped off Mario and sat to the side of the bed. He sat up fighting back the giggles.

“I’m fine dad, this is my friend Theo. Theo, this is my dad Christophe.” Mario said, making introductions. I was about to get up to shake his hand when I realized my cock was rock hard and would be tenting my pants if I tried to stand. I quickly decided against it and said “Nice to meet you sir.”

He smiled and said “Nice to meet you, Theo. I’m sorry for barging in on you boys but from downstairs it sounded like a struggle in here”

“Sorry about that sir, we were just playing around” I said

“It’s fine dad” Mario said at the same time

I silently tried to will my boner away. Did Mario see that I was hard from just playing around? Did his dad see? This can’t get any worse. I gotta get outta here I thought. 

“Okay boys, will you be staying for dinner?” Christophe asked 

I grabbed my backpack and held it in front of my crotch as I stood. “I’m sorry, I just remembered I had something to do for my dad” I said and started to walk towards the door. Mario hopped off the bed and followed me downstairs and towards the door. I practically ran out the door as Mario said “See you at school tomorrow” but I was in such a hurry to leave I just headed across the street to my house. I quickly got inside and rushed to my bedroom. 

As I stood there undressing my cock was still hard. What the fuck was happening to me? Why was my dick hard from just messing around with a guy? I decided I needed to blow off some steam so I called Christal hoping she would come over. 

Theo: Hey baby, I missed you all day

Christal: Don’t come calling me baby Speng. You know what you did. I’m still fucking pissed at you

Theo: What are you talking about? What did I do? 

Christal: So now you wanna play dumb? Boy please. 

Theo: I’m serious, how the fuck you gonna be mad at me and I don’t know what the hell for?

Christal: You’re seriously gonna do this? Okay, okay let’s do it. 

I could tell she was pissed and the prospects of her coming over started to look very small.She continued. 

Christal: Where the fuck were you yesterday Speng? We made plans and you didn’t show? Where the fuck were you? I called you like a million times and you didn’t answer and I waited at your house outside like a fucking dog and went you did show up, you turn up with some random kid and drunk out of your mind. Its a good thing your dad came home shortly after and offered to take me home. Now my mom is pissed at me, so yes Speng I’m fucking pissed. 

The weight of what she was saying hit me like a ton of bricks and realization slowly came back to me. I was supposed to come home after detention to meet her as she was gonna take a uber here. I forgot and went to hang out with Mario and left my phone on vibrate in the car. When I got home she was on the lawn and arguing back I didn’t register anything she said. I just went upstairs to bed and that’s why I woke up in my uniform this morning. 

Theo: Shit, baby I’m sorry. 

Christal: Theo, I can’t do this with you right now. I’ve got shit to do.

She hung up. Man I really fucked that up, I thought. Now what to do with no Christal to come and soothe this dick. I hopped on the browser on my phone and went over to pornhub, I quickly found a video that seemed interesting. As the guy on screen fucked the chick and she moaned and begged him to give it to her. I closed my eyes using the sounds to picture fucking Christal the same way. Reaching down I grabbed my cock and gently began to stroke it. I could hear the on screen couple moaning and panting I picked up pace imagining my cock plowing into Christal’s hole hard and fast as I held her by throat The sounds got me intense and I continued to jerk my coach even hard, I could feel my load building and just as I was about to cum the image of christal taking my cock became Mario and my body began to spasm as shots and shots of cum exploded from my cock. As I opened my eyes and looked around at the mess on my sheets the image of Rufus standing in my door settled. I grabbed the sheets trying to cover myself. 

“Boy, calm down. You ain’t got nothing I ain’t seen before.” He said with a wry laugh “Next time you wanna whack your dick, shut your door man. Anyways, clean yourself up and come see me in my study.” He walked off towards his room.

I was too stunned to respond and too tired to move. That load drained the energy outta me. As I laid there images of Mario started to floor my mind. I kept thinking of how I pinned him to the bed and how my hard dick was all up on his chest and close to his face and now I was fantasizing about fucking him. What the hell was wrong with me. Am I turning gay? I thought as sleep overtook me laying in a puddle of my own cum. 

Mario’s POV

I stood by the door watching as Theo rushed across the street and got into his house. Not once did he look back or even said bye. I stepped inside and closed the door. I walked into the living room and sat down. What the hell just happened? I was even more confused, was he just playing around? And I’m sure he was hard when he was tickling me and he must have felt my cock pressed against him as he pinned me down and I struggled to escape. He has a girlfriend though I thought. Dad came in and I guess he must have seen the look on my face

“What’s up bud?” he asked 

“Oh nothing” I said

“Your friend left in a rush, is he okay?” Dad asked 

“I don’t know” I said honestly “He seemed fine, we were playing video games, he tickled me and I lost so he figured I was ticklish and that’s when he started to tickle me but then he rushed off without even saying bye” 

Dad looked at me thoughtfully, “Well what do you think is happening?”

I don’t know dad, he confuses me. At one point he seems to just want a friend but then he seems like is flirting and I don’t know what to think.” I told dad

Dad put his arm around me “I’m glad that you seem to like this boy Marz and I know it can’t feel good getting mixed signals but he’s what I think. You have to give it some time. He may like you or he may not, he could just be experimenting. It could also be that he’s having certain feelings for the first time and he doesn’t know how to process them. If you really like him and wish to pursue more with him, you got to be patient with him. Does he know you’re gay?”

I thought for a second then said “I haven’t explicitly told him, I just assumed he knew because everyone knows.”

“Okay, well there’s a point you could start but only if you feel comfortable. No need to rush anything and just keep an open mind” Dad said, hugging me.  I hugged him back. 

“Thanks Dad” I said

“No problem, kiddo. I’m gonna get dinner going before your mom gets here” he said as he got up and headed for the kitchen. I followed him out the living room but headed upstairs to my bedroom. I love my talks with Dad, he always knew what to say. I jumped on my bed, plugged my airpods in my ear and texted Chad while listening to some music. 

Mario: Hey bro

Chad: what’s up Martian man

Mario: 🤦 you and these dumb nicknames man

Chad: you love me for them

Mario: I wanna ask you something and you gotta be real with me and promise you won’t tell the others

Chad: This sounds juicy 🫣

Mario: Come man, I’m being serious 😑

Chad: Okay, Okay. Serious Chad is here. What’s troubling you? 

Mario: Okay, so you remember the new kid from our class, right?

Chad: Yeah, Speng. What about him? 

Mario: Well we sorta hung out today and something happened. 

Chad: Say what now? When did you two become friends? 

Mario: Chad, that’s not important. 

Chad: But, I don’t understand. When did you guys start hanging out?

Mario: Focus Chad, we only hung out today. 

Chad: okay okay, so what happened? 

Mario: We were playing video games and he tickled me. You know how ticklish I am. 

Chad: lol yeah but that’s not strange, I tickle you all the time

Mario: yeah but this was different, he basically straddled me with both legs on either side of my chest and the whole time he was pinning me down his dick was hard

Chad: Oh…wow…okay…so do you think he’s into you? 

Mario: That’s it, I don’t know what to think. Dad thinks I should just give him time and not rush it. 

Chad: I’m inclined to agree but damn I didn’t know you moved that fast

Mario: Come on Chad, not everything is a joke

Chad: No joke, Marz. I think you guys would look good together but Mr. M is right. 

Mario: lol look good together. He has a girlfriend tho

Chad: whoa, so he’s straight? 

Mario: that’s it, I don’t know and it’s confusing

Chad: Well it’s early days so like your dad said just take it slow

Mario: Guess there’s nothing else to do, thanks bro

Chad: Anytime, just remember I’m your best man when the wedding comes around 😁

Mario: whatever man, see you tomorrow.  

I got up and quickly went and showered. After getting dressed, I heard  Dad calling “Marz! Dinner’s ready.” 

“Coming Dad” I shouted as I headed downstairs. 

Dad and I had dinner, he said mom would be home late. 

“Dad, what did you mean when you told mom she was the reason for the people who lived next door?’ I asked

“The Myers were clients of your mom’s firm so when they were selling their house, a friend of your mom referred the guys who bought the house and your mom introduced them to the Myers and pretty much pushed the sale.” he said

“Oh okay” I said without thinking much of it. I helped dad clearing the dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher then headed upstairs to my room. 

I opened my phone to a text from an unknown number

Unknown: Hey Marz. Can we talk?

Mario: Who’s this?

Unknown: Sorry, its Brad. I got your number from the swim team chat. I wanted to apologize about what happened today in the locker room. I feel like I overstepped. 

Mario: You did overstep Brad and I’m of the mind to report you to coach. 

Brad: If it’s worth anything I am sorry about how I went about it.

Mario: I appreciate your apology Brad but please don’t do that again, you scared the wits out of me. 

Brad: I won’t unless you ask for it. 

Mario: Ask for it? Why would I ask for it?

Brad: I was serious, Captain I do want you. 

Reading this text my face flushed, I was definitely blushing. What the hell was going on? I’ve known Brad all of high school and he never once seemed gay much less interested in me.I decided not to respond. My thoughts were a maelstrom of confusion as I laid down and drifted off to sleep.  

The next day was uneventful, a new kid was introduced in class and Ethan finally came back to school. The kid sat behind Theo, they seemed to know each other as more often than not I saw them chatting to each other. Theo did not even glance in my direction throughout the time we were in the home room and when the bell rang he sprung to his feet and all but ran from the classroom with the new kid following. What was his problem, I wondered. At lunch I realized Theo was hanging about with the soccer jocks and made a great effort of not looking in my direction. My heart sank, Chad must have noticed and he tried to get me involved in the convo he and the others were having. I was feeling it so I finished my lunch and the rest of the day slipped by. Practice was also uneventful, I caught Brad staring at me a few times but I ignored him. Thursday and Friday were much the same. Theo merely returned a quick hey whenever I spoke to him but he made great efforts to avoid me. He hung out with the soccer kids more and more and that new kid that joined our class who called himself Six. I had no idea why he was acting strange so I decided not to push it. 

Theo’s POV

I woke pretty early the next morning with dried cum all over my belly and chest. I jumped out of the bed and yanked off the sheets, wrapped them in a pile and threw them in the laundry basket in the corner of the room.  I walked to the bathroom and took a shower. My thoughts began to wander back to the scene in the bathroom yesterday and what happened last night with Mario. I was truly losing it. I put on my gray pants and royal blue shirt of my uniform then left the room to see Rufus. 

“Yo Rufus!” I shouted knocking at his door “Are you up?” 

“I’m up” came his answer

”Are you wearing clothes, I don’t need to see your dick flopping around” I said

As he opened the door, he said “Man i done seen you jack your dick and it ain’t the first you seen mine so give me a break.” Thankfully and surprisingly he was dressed. 

“Whatever man” I said “You said you wanted to talk”

“Not much to say, I want you to get into it with the kids up at your school and funnel them to six. He will be responsible for distribution and collection. You need to ensure the funds are correct and the product is correct. Six already has his orders” He said

“Okay, so the product is already on location?” I asked

“The delivery is already set up, you don’t need to worry about it.” he responded

“I feel like i’m barely apart of the OP Rufus” I said 

“Man, there’s no pleasing you, is there? Remember you still gotta get your education and if shit goes left you can’t be at the center of it. Work with me here Speng.” He said “I’m bringing you in but you can’t be the face of the operation.”

His reasoning did make sense so I relented. “I get you, I’ll roll with your plan.”

I left his room and headed to my room to finish getting ready for school. I was excited to get the OP on the way but I didn’t know what to expect when I next saw Mario. 

I’m back at the dairy house. All three men have been milked twice and their sperm fast frozen and stored in ice trays in the zero-degree freezer. Corporal O’Connor has taken our bulls back to the barracks, fed, and has each man stretched out and tied spread eagle on their backs, using an electric razor to remove any pubic hair stubble left around their cocks and balls, since they must be shaved smooth in order that the milking sleeves make firm contact with each cock. He looks like a young man playing with new toys. He’s paying special attention to the Major’s ten-inch uncut cock, as he shaves around the base then up the underside to remove any stubble left from the first shaving. He seems to be mesmerized by the huge dick he’s handling.

 I enter quietly and watch him hover over the Major then speak, “What you doing there Sean, trying to get a free meal?” He’s startled and looks up at me still holding the Major’s thick meat in his hands and says almost too embarrassed to speak but does, “Just couldn’t resist handling this big fucker…never seen anything like it and the Major doesn’t seem to mind…I’m thinking about taking a ride on this pony since I haven’t been fucked up my ass in a week or more.”

 I laugh out loud moving closer to him speaking as I close in, “That big son of a bitch cock is for milking only…so keep that in mind. Each frozen cube of sperm means five hundred bucks in the bank, so you are not going to sit down on it now or ever, is that clear enough?”

 “Yes, Sergeant I get it.”

 “Good, now follow me to the house…I’m going to get you ready to be milked, you need to be shaved clean for the machine.”

 “You’re going to shave me Sergeant…I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

 “Never mind what you think is a good idea or not, just come along and we’ll talk about that later.”

 “Ok, Sir…I’m right behind you.”

 We walk to the house and go inside. The lights are off in the living room as we enter and as I’m reaching for the light switch, Sergeant O’Connor out of the darkness attacks his son dropping a black cloth sack over his head, knees him in his groin causing him to collapse on the deck and swiftly cuffs his hands behind his back. I hit the light switch to illuminate the room and see the Corporal curled up in a fetal position, hands cuffed behind his back and a black hood over his head and his father standing over his crumbled body and speaks to me, “Is this what you wanted Master?”

 “Yes, this is exactly what I wanted…strip him down…this is going to be your uniform for the time being and I believe you wear the same size boot and you two could be twins as far as the uniform is concerned…I want to see you in it…you’ve been demoted for now.”

 I search for and find the electric clippers and go to work shaving off the Corporal’s large dark patch of pubic hair above his dick, paying special attention to the underside of his cock that has a sparse line of pubic hair running almost to his dick head, shave that off, then attack his hairy balls. This takes a few minutes as I handle and move his nuts around in my palm careful to remove all of the pubic hair I find on his heavy globes.

 Sergeant O’Connor removes the handcuffs from his son’s wrists and we work together to get the Corporal out of his uniform which is easy because he’s still trying to overcome the kick to his balls. I remove his blouse and undershirt, then his trousers and white boxers while the Sergeant is working to unlace his son’s combats. Sergeant O’Connor has an angry look on his face as he pulls both boots and green wool socks from his son’s feet and sets them aside saying, “You wanted a big dick up your ass son…how about me breeding you right here and now.” And having said that looks up at me and I nod my approval. He gets to work hauling his massive member out and without any hesitation rams his cock deep inside of his son’s shit channel causing him to scream loudly “Ahhhhhh…FUCK…FUCK..SHIT, YOU MOTHER FUCKER..AAAHHHH!”

 The Sergeant pounds in and out of his son’s tight butt hole, drawing his ramrod mostly out of its tight glove, leaving the head surrounded by Sean’s tight ring, then goes back in swiftly causing the Marine under him to yell out into the quiet room, “AHHHH Dad, you’re tearing up my ass…AAAHHH!”

 “You’re getting exactly what you gave me in the Sergeants office…you beat the fuck outta me while my hands were cuffed behind my back when I couldn’t protect myself, and now, you’re going to be walking bowlegged for a couple of days, so shut the fuck UP!”

 “The Sergeant said that I was going to be your Master.”

 “Well, Corporal asshole, he changed his mind…you are now part of the herd and we’re going to take all of that young spunk you have stored in your nuts and sell it to some very rich gay dudes…nothing more to be said about it.”

 He pulls his stiff cum covered dick out of his son’s ass, after having injected his dad seed into the battered butt hole then rubs the dick head over Sean’s ruined ass, comes over to where I’m standing, falls to his knees, puts both strong arms around my legs hugging me in a tight embrace, his face nestled into my crotch. He looks like a lost dog who just found his home.

 “Scott get dressed in his uniform and let’s get him to the milking barn.” I watch Scott quickly pull on his son’s Cammie uniform, tuck the trouser legs into the top of both boots, lace them up, pull Sean’s hands over the small of his back and cuff them, stand and then hoist his son over his broad muscular shoulders to carry him to the milking barn. I’m right behind him and watch as he sits his son’s bare ass down on one of the dildo chairs, eases him slowly down until his buttocks kiss the chair seat, drop the clear cylinder over his turgid cock and into the soft rubber sleeve, turns on the machine and the vibrating dildo. We watch his dick come alive and get sucked up, his swelling cock head reaches the top of the soft sleeve, the piss slit opening and closing as the machine continues to caress and suck. We watch his young dick bloat from the suction. You can hear the suction and gurgling as the Corporals dick stands tall trapped inside the clear tube. His head is back and his mouth open as the milking machine does what it does best, extracting milk from the cock teat of this young Marine.

 Ten minutes later the first spurt of white thick cum shoots out of his dick head, then another and another and another, and another until the transparent hood is filled with young Marine sperm which is then sucked up the clear tube into the walk-in freezer and the waiting freezer tray.

 Scott stands next to me, his left arm circling my waist and my hand on the back of his neck squeezing hard and caressing the stubble left from his last high-n-tight cut. I guess you’re wondering why I took Sergeant O’Connor away from his son and turned him into my servant, well the answer is this. He’s going to be a more reliable partner hunting down fresh prey for our farm. His son is just too erratic to be trusted to do the right thing at the right time and I just can’t jeopardies the operation no matter how much I desire this young stud. No, he’s better locked down and out of trouble.

 I’ve received a ton of request over our encrypted mail service. These are some of the richest gay men in the country, the world actually, and they have two things in common, first, they are all exceedingly wealthy and have resources beyond any normal person. And second, they all can afford to purchase certified Marine Corps sperm from a reliable source that they can trust, and they crave the taste of fresh Marine cum which they know I can provide, so, we’re in business, but in need of fresh meat.

 I’ll be sending out samples in a day or two, so we will have to replenish our supply after the samples go out. The Sergeant and I will be traveling the three hours or so up to Camp Lejeune to scout out Marine prey. This time we are only going to capture a couple of Marines so as not to create suspicion of the disappearances. It’s not unusual for a Marine to go AWOL, it happens all the time, so no problem there.

 Our first stop will be the “Globe and Anchor” bar on the second front in Jacksonville, N.C. It’s a long weekend and young Marine studs will be out to have a good time, get drunk, get laid if they’re lucky. And if we’re lucky, we’re going to bring home two hogtied young men for the farm.

 We are going to dress civilian and that means that I’ll be wearing the Colonel’s black cowboy boots I confiscated from him on our first encounter and Scott will be wearing his own expensive cowboy boots and his original western rig and I will be in western jeans and the Colonel’s pearl snap western shirt and white Stetson straw hat and Scott will be wearing his own black Stetson hat. We’ll look like Marines from Montana or some other western state. No one will be the wiser.

 We travel the three hours to Jacksonville and to the “Globe and Anchor” bar.  The bar is at full capacity. It’s Friday night and there must be a hundred or so Marines standing around the semi-circular bar, shooting pool or playing video war games. I don’t know when I’ve seen so many young Marines in the same place and all of them getting smashed. I work myself between two Marines holding long neck Budweiser’s to their lips, chugging down bottle after bottle of the brew and smoking cigarette after cigarette adding to the smoke haze hanging over the entire interior of the bar. The music is loud and country, you can’t hear much more than the continuing lyric of “she done me wrong” in its many variations. The Marine to my right is over the mark drunk and swaying with the music, his body touching mine, his boots rubbing against mine on the foot rail. It seems that half of the young men in the bar in some form or other are cowboys, either authentic, or want to be cowboys. I can smell his warm body odor, his underarm sweat and the Old Spice he splashed over his freshly shaved handsome face mixed with pure young male hormones. He looks over to me with a big smile showing mostly straight white teeth and says, “Gotta hit the head…my snake is calling to me.” reaching down to adjust the meat dangling down his jeans leg. “Yeah…me too I say slapping him gently on his back…after you.”

 He stands and walks unsteadily to the door marked “Bulls” the door six feet away, is marked, “Cows”. I’m watching the hard mounds of his ass fight each other inside of their tight denim enclosure. He has the gate of a farmer or cattle rancher; his steps are wide and unsteady. There is no waiting line as I follow him into the interior and stand next to him in front of a six-foot long stainless- steel piss catcher.  He fumbles with the zipper in his jeans to finally pull out a long thick tool, it must be eight or nine inches, thick with a large bulbous mushroom head. He aims it into the piss catcher, standing there holding on to the head waiting for the event to happen which It does after a few seconds, spraying a wide arching clear yellow piss stream that strikes the steel sink making a sound of rain on a ten roof, looks over to me and smiles that contented look of getting the relief he waited for. He sees me looking at his hog, smiles all the while staring into my eyes, swaying a little, his left arm stretched out, the palm resting on the wall in front of us over the piss catcher. I pull my inflating pole out into open air, pull on it sending my hand all the way up to the head to squeeze attempting to relax it so that I can join him in this piss fest. Finally, my bladder releases my stored beer and joins his stream hitting the piss sink, mingling with his clear yellow offering.

 The young Marine turns to me, the dick hanging out of the opening in his jeans looks like an escaped boa constrictor hanging down in front of him, he stares at my fuck pole that is starting to inflate and stand tall. He eyes me from my boots to Stetson and speaks, “Looks like you’re ready to go hunting…that gun of yours looks loaded for bear.” “Yeah, it is, and yours too.”

 He smiles and throws his hand in my direction, “Howdy cowboy…I’m Lance Corporal Kelley…Trent Kelley, and who might you be?” “I’m Staff Sergeant Collins…Master Collins, glad to meet you cowboy.” “Now, that’s some handle you got there…I like that name…but it must scare off a lot of young broncs.” “Yeah, a few turns, and go in the other direction, but not that many.”

 We both put our cocks back inside our jeans and go back to the bar, however our place at the bar has been taken by Sergeant O’Connor who has worked himself between two six feet plus studs throwing back beer after beer and chatting him up. They both look to be mid-twenties or a little older, perhaps pushing thirty, but rugged and handsome as fuck. The tallest one resembles a young Clint Eastwood and the other looks like the young cowboy from the old television show Wagon Train, both either real cowboys or damn good imitations. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many cowboy boots wearing Marines in one place before. You’d think this was a convention of ranchers brought together by the Corps.

 Lance Corporal Trent Kelly and I make our way over to a small round table in the far corner of the bar and sit next to each other on the wooden bench provided. It’s easy to see that this young Marine is not used to drinking and is swaying from time to time his shoulder rubbing against mine and his cowboy boot next to mine rubbing leather against leather. I rest my hand on his knee and squeeze. He puts his hand over my hand holding it as I fondle his knee. There is a faraway look in his eyes as if he’s remembering a pleasant past experience. Damn! What a handsome young man he is indeed. Chiseled features, unblemished tanned skin as if he was carved out of precious marble, square prominent jawline, high flushed cheek bones, heavy straight brows, long thick brown eye lashes, dark brown eyes, full lips that turn up at the corners when he smiles, slightly crocked, but mostly straight white teeth and ears that are large and rounded, maybe stick out just a little too far, made more noticeable by his perfect and fresh high-n-tight regulation haircut.

 I can see he’s ripe for the taking, so I suggest that we step out back to get some fresh air since the bar is so smoke filled. He nods his head in acceptance and we walk to the back door of the bar, him leaning on me as I lead the way. I guide him over to my paddy wagon and see the look of surprise on his face as he realizes that my vehicle is a Marine Corps paddy wagon, the he speaks his words slurred and slow, “Damn Sergeant Collins…is this your paddy wagon?” “It sure is”, I reply. “No kidding,’ he speaks, “I never been inside of one of these things…guess I’m just too good a boy to fuck up and get captured.” “Well, you know that might change.”

 I can see the puzzled look on his young face, his eye brows go up in a questioning expression.  And says, “You goona arrest me Sergeant…take me to jail?” he slurs taking a step back…” I ain’t done nothing wrong have I?”  he says in a kidding way, “No Lance Corporal, you haven’t done anything wrong.” I say as I reach into my right back pocket and take out my nickel-plated handcuffs saying as I try to sooth him speaking, “If you’d broken any military laws I’d be doing this to you.” I show him the handcuffs while taking his right hand, slapping the cuff over his wrist then take the other hand, turn him around and cuff both hands behind his back.

 “Looks like you got me for real Sergeant.” He says laughing a little as I open the side door of my wagon. “Ever see the inside of one of these things Trent?” “No, never seen the inside of one of these things.” I push him toward the open door and say, “Let me give you the twenty-five-cent tour then.” I push and cause him to enter the interior and go down on his knees as I climb in behind him and slam the door closed.

 I grab a coil of rope, bring his boots together wrapping several lengths of rope around the shafts, tighten then tie off bringing his boot heels up to his cuffed hands and attach his boots to his hands.

 “Why you got me hogtied Sergeant?… what’s happening man? Let me out of here!” I pick up a green bandanna, knot it, pinch his nose closed then stuff the handkerchief into his mouth, grab a roll of grey duct tape from the floor and wind it around his head twice, then tear it off.

 “Welcome to my world Marine…we’re going to have a shit load of fun before this is over!”

 In the meantime, Sergeant O’Connor has his arm around the shoulder of the Marine who resembles a young Clint Eastwood. He’s well over six feet three, somewhere in the neighborhood of two hundred and twenty-five pounds, black Stetson hat pushed back on his forehead highlighting clear blue eyes, slight dark stubble covering his handsome face. The pal who was with him earlier has split leaving him in the clutches of Scott who is getting very chummy with his new cowboy friend and speaks looking over at the left hand clutching his Budweiser, “You’re a married dude huh?” “Yeah…got hitched two months ago…she’s back home in South Dakota with her ranching family…just staying with them until The Corps comes up with some housing for us…been awhile since I seen her and I gotta tell ya, my fucking nuts are going wild looking for some pussy.” “What’s your name pal?” “I’m Sergeant Hank Miller, what’s yours? “Howdy Hank…I’m Sergeant Scott O’Connor…glad to meet up with you.” “Same here man.” He says extending a large calloused hand which I take and squeeze and he does the same.”

 “Well, maybe I can help you out there…I know two local girls who love Marine Corps dick…you think you could handle two at a time? They’re pretty fucking wild man.” He looks me over and has a slight suspicious grin on his face and says, “Hell man…I can handle an entire herd of sweet babes…but I gotta go water the horses…be right back.” He says turning to walk to the head.” 

 Scott hails the bartender and orders two shots of JD while reaching into his right front pocket to pull out a zip lock bag containing several white pills. When the shots arrive, he drops one of the white pills into one of the shot glasses and waits for it to dissolve.

 Five minutes later Hank returns from the head. Scott notices a wide piss stain on the crotch of his new friend’s jeans and supposes he didn’t quite make it to the head in time. The wide piss area on his jeans highlights the sleeping hog and cum tanks nestled beneath. Scott smiles and slaps his new Marine cowboy buddy on his back allowing his hand to trail down and brush against the other man’s hard ass mounds, picks up the shot glass containing the dissolved pill and hands it to Hank, they clink the shot glass together and he watches as Hank downs his shot, then slams the glass down on the counter top. “Hot damn…that’s what I’m talking about!” Scott does the same. They continue to talk about horses and pussy. Scott is watching Hank carefully as the Marine begins to react to the pill, slurring his words while reaching over to Scott for support. “Hey man.” Scott says to him, “You need some fresh air dude…come on, let’s get you out of here for a while.”

 Sergeant O’Connor grabs Hank’s right arm and slings it over his own shoulder gripping the others wrists as he guides him out of the back door of the bar into the parking lot and over to the paddy wagon where his partner in crime is standing. Sergeant Millers head is down, chin almost touching his chest.

 “What do we have here Sergeant O’Connor?”

 “We got us a horn dog looking for some pussy and I told him about the two local tramps looking for some Marine Corps dick and here we are…afraid he’s totally out of it, so let’s get him inside and secured…I’m talking Prime AAAA Marine Corps beef…money in the bank.

 We lift and put Sergeant Miller in the back of our paddy wagon next to Lance Corporal Kelley, cuff his hands over the small of his back, no need to tie is feet since he’ll be out for several hours, but we do tape his mouth to keep him quiet should he come around during out trip to the farm.

 The trip back to the dairy seems longer for some reason. I guess it’s our new cargo that has me excited and impatient, but soon enough we’ll have them locked away, shaved and milked. Our little enterprise is off and running, but we do need more Marine beef and will go hunting for prey again soon.  Sergeant O’Connor has his hands over my crotch playing with his favorite toy.

 

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Chapter 11 will bring challenges for Sergeant Collins as he and Sergeant O’Connor go hunting for more Marine prey. Trouble is on the way.

This is a true story.

I had made contact with a guy over a year ago via a hookup website. He was a top and into older men, which was a rare combination that suited me perfectly. I am in my early seventies, not in bad shape but have become a total bottom; I get my pleasure from pleasing a man. But neither of us could host so where to meet?

We exchanged phone numbers and some texts, and he sounded like a great guy. Eventually he agreed to meet one morning at the gay sex-on-premises club in my town.

Wow, he was a hot-looking man, my height but muscular, clean-shaven with a buzz-cut. I later found out he was aged about 60 but he looked much younger. Must have been his Islander genes.

We made out in a cubicle. He was a passionate kisser and gave me a massage before eventually lubing up his thick cock and entering my oiled rear as I lay on my back with legs apart inviting him in. I’d considered condoms but I chose to take PrEP so I took his cock raw.

He was a fantastic sex partner, fucking and kissing me in a way I had not experienced for many years and I wanted more. So after that first session we met up at the same club about once a month and usually had 30-45 minutes together. I discovered quickly that he would stay hard after coming and could ejaculate several times in a session. I had told him I loved to swallow spit so he always made sure I got mouthfuls of his saliva as we kissed feverishly while he pumped into me.

Last Sunday we met up at the club for what must have been our 15th time together. He rode me powerfully and filled me with his seed and we lay together kissing as I moaned how much I loved his stiff cock in me. I told him I loved taking his spit and seed,  and I wanted to be his bitch. It didn’t take long before he was again pounding my rear end and I said I wanted every drop of his cum inside me. I was soon rewarded with his grunting, gasping second orgasm as he filled me with another load from his iron-hard cock.

He then wiped my rear end with a paper towel and began rimming me. It was wonderful feeling his tongue poking into my freshly-creamed hole. After a short while he moved up and began wanking in front of my face. I had never before sucked a cock fresh from my rear, but as I had douched thoroughly I took the risk. I begged him to fill my mouth and I wrapped my lips around the head of his beautiful cock as he ejaculated yet again giving me a final dose of his love-juice.

Week 1.

Simon and I are constantly naked and caged, we sleep hugging each other and spend most of the day together in our room. Maybe 4-5 guys come and get serviced from us, some by blow jobs and others by anal. We are basically fucked all the time. 

Days go by and I’m forgetting about my own cock, and the erections aren’t as bad as they used to be. Carl makes a surprise visit and fucks Simon’s sweet ass. When he’s dropped his load he gets me to clean his ass. His cum is so bitter, but Simon’s ass is just perfect and I couldn’t stop myself. Simon pretty much drips cum constantly from being fucked. His ass must be so sensitive. 

5 days in and Trev visits us. He’s come to let us know how much money we are making him. Up to the £4k. That’s just for the blow jobs and fucking of students. 

“Trev” I ask

“Slut?” He replies 

“Sir, can you tell me the guy that fucked me?” I plead

“Which one? You’re a little slut, you’ve had tonnes of dick”. He grins. He comes in a plays with my balls, and he’s stopped fucking us. He’s now caressing my balls, and I’m almost purring like a cat. 

“The first time you took me, there was an extra guy, I still don’t know who it was, and I’ve not experienced someone since”. I’m feeling so horny. But my cock is rock hard, but it’s no longer pushing against the cage, it’s actually quite comfortable. 

“AHH, baby dick” he exclaims “you’ll have to try and guess, but I’m quite confident you’ll never know”. That torturous smile. He’s now slapping gently my balls. 

“Please, please, I need to know?” I say and I’m jerking about. 

Trev points to Simon who now is lowering his ass onto my face. “Boy, you need to stop wondering who it is. You won’t like it.” I can just about hear as Simon is riding my face. 

I’m pretty much horned right up, Simon’s ass is gliding over my face and my tongue is going in and out of his hole. He’s now shuddering on my face and I feel his cum sliding down his balls onto my chin. He’s such an easy cummer. My little dick is now pushing against the cage. I’m totally slutty. 

“Trev, are you going to fuck me?” I ask 

“No way, you got to pay for this dick” he smirks and Simon is still riding my face. “Anyway sluts, keep up the good work, only 9 days left to decide.” He says as he’s leaving the room. 

Simon and I cuddle, and fall into a deep sleep. No more waking at night. My little cock fits perfectly in this cage. On the morning Simon is awake before me and he’s riding his ass against my cage. I’m often woken up like this. A little ritual, he rubs himself over me in the morning, I lick most of his body before we walk naked down to the showers. Getting used to just being naked. 

Saturday evening comes around and Trev summons us to his room. We are blindfolded and we can hear footsteps. A dick is pushed into my mouth and ass at almost the same time. I’m enjoying it, it’s my life now. Then the guy in my mouth swaps with the guys behind. I’m deep throating the guy, and the guy behind me is fucking me and his curved cock is hitting that spot. A fantastic spot in my ass. It feels so good. Only Dillon’s big monster cock feels good, but this curved dick is pushing things. I just realised it’s that same cock. The one I was lusting over. I’m blindfolded, but I want to see who it is. 

“Fuck, that feels so good” I groan, the guy in my mouth is nearly cumming, I want him finished and then I can focus on the guy behind me. The guy sprays his cum in my mouth and then pulls out and sprays my face. Some guys like that, because they feel the power over you. Spraying over you and marking their territory. But I’m taking no notice of him, I’m focussing on this dick in my ass. It’s feeling really good. In fact, I’m getting closer and closer to cumming. I haven’t cum for a while, this is something else. I feel my orgasm coming in waves, actually I feel it overpowering my senses. This orgasm is making my legs shake. It’s different from the ones I have had with Dillon. I’m in ecstasy, I’m groaning, the waves are escalating, I’m shaking and my groans are turning into a whimper. The guy just keeps going and going. My ass is spasming , my legs are shaking, I’m sweating buckets and my whimpers are pathetic. Cum is just dripping out of my cock, my soft cock! I’m not hard, in fact my erection disappeared, but my ass has been giving me such sensations I forgot about it. I’m just shaking, groaning, panting and cum is streaming out of my cock. I’m spent. Finally the guy grunts and he cums deeply inside my guts. 

He falls onto my back and I take his full weight, he’s a heavy guy, but my orgasm is subsiding and I’m returning to earth. He whispers in my ear “that’ll increase your grade you little slut”. 

That velvet voice, so deep and sexy, and so very familiar. In fact, a little too familiar. I’m trying to recognise it, but my body is spent. I’m barely moving. Trev takes off the blindfold. Light hurts my eyes and I’m just barely able to move. That orgasm just took all my energy away. Simon flops down beside me and we end up hugging. Trev slaps me on the ass and does the same to Simon. And next thing I know I’m waking up wrapped around Simon. He’s still asleep. 

His little body looks so cute all wrapped up over me. I can feel his caged cock hard pushing against my thighs. My hands slowly move down to his ass. It’s so small and fits well into my hands. I’m just caressing him and my cock is awake and ready to go, too bad it’s just locked up. 

He wakes up and grinds his ass towards my hands. We passionately kiss each other and play wrestle and end up laughing and hugging each other. I really think romantically we are aligned. 

“Simon” I say, “I’m so glad you are here to share this with me”. 

“Pete, although I’m a horny mess, I absolutely love what we are doing together!”.

We grind and tease each other, my dick is now super hard on its cage. Thoughts flood back to me, and I am beginning to realise who it was who fucked me. That voice, I remember now. Its fucking shocking, my Professor of computing who taught me last term. Liam Goodwin my lecturer from last term, mid fifties, chubby and with a huge beard. He’s seen me naked, caged and a horny slut and his cock has been on my mouth and my ass! Fuck…. 

My mind is racing, my cock is now so hard I’m almost cumming. Fuck! What am I going to do. The embarrassment, the emotions. His dick, whatever it was, his dick hit me in the right place. His fat fucking dick has been in my body twice and he’s marked me with his cum. I have a class with him tomorrow! 

I untangle myself from Simon and get up, march naked and still caged into Trev’s room. His door is unlocked and I barge it open, and go straight in to yell at Trev. 

His room is dark, it looks like he’s still in bed. I wonder what time it is, but it doesn’t stop me from shouting “what the fuck is wrong with you!” I shout at a sleeping Trev. 

Movement from the bedsheets and his bedroom light is switched on. The light is bright it takes a while for my eyes to register. When I look I see two heads popping out of the duvet. Trev’s and a pretty girl, her hair all messed up. I proceed to shout again, but stop. I just realised that I’m naked and caged and this girl is staring straight at my caged cock. Fuck. I try my best to cover up and then stomp out of his room back to mine. 

Simon is still in the room, and I sit down on the bed. I sob. He’s rubbing my back and hugging me. I tell him how embarrassing it was, it was fine when it was guys from the hall, but Professors, it’s taking the piss. I’m still crying and very upset when Trev comes in from the door. 

“What the actual fuck Pete, you scared Phoebe, fucking Phoebe Marshall away. I’ve spent half a year trying to get her pussy.” He smiles. 

“You are a fucking monster” I half shout half cry. 

“What? What’d do?” He asks 

I’m too full of emotions to respond, but Simon does in my defense “Trev” he says matter of factly “you crossed a line with inviting Pete’s Professor to fuck him”. 

“What?! I did no such thing”. Trev remarked

“You let Liam Goodwin fuck Pete, and it’s not fair. What we are doing here is for the guys in the halls, not for the world”. Simon said. 

Trev laughs “you two fuckheads are so pathetic, you are both sluts, and I say who fucks you. He paid a stack of cash to get into Pete’s ass. And he came back for the same price. You two are holes that should be filled.” He said with that grin. 

“Fuck you” I shout

Trev calmly walks over and grabs me by the neck and through gritted teeth he says “you are a hole slut, you deserve nothing”. He lets go. 

Simon has quickly moved himself away from us, and my sobbing has stopped. 

“Now, you are my property, I do with it as I see fit. You have 1 week left to earn my money.” He says and stands up and leaves. 

Simon and I are shocked, but my cock is super hard and I look over to him, his is too. We discuss for another hour or two and then holding each other, we drift off to sleep. 

One week left…