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I was 19 and living in my first apartment in Tokyo. I was a slender, fully-shaven femboy with milk-white skin and blonde hair, and I’d known I’d find an agent who’d be more than happy to help. I was English, but by some strange genetic twist I looked partly Asian. The apartment was on the top floor of a three-floor building in an area with almost no other foreigners. It wasn’t large, but it was fine for a student like me.

I’d dressed sexy on walks around my new neighborhood, and in very little time I’d been approached by a number of men, married and otherwise: I was fucking the vegetable guy, the café owner, the boss of a small printing business, and my hairdresser…and I was looking for more.

It was a mid-Friday afternoon at the end of the summer break, very hot, and I was at loose end so I decided to go a place the café owner had told me about the last time I sucked his cock. He ran it as well, and he’d told me to drop by some time as he opened at 4pm. I liked showing myself off, so I pulled on a purple lace G-string, some tight denim shorts and a tight-fitting black sleeveless top, put on some light makeup, lip gloss and perfume, grabbed my black PVC shoulder bag, stepped into my black Western boots, and headed out.

The place was quite busy, but Taka the owner saw me walk in.

“Hi Rick! Come sit up here at the counter! Over here!”

He pointed to a seat, and I sat down next to a man who looked to be in his mid-40s.

“Masa. This is Rick, one of my regulars.”

“Hello Rick, this is my wife Sachiko.”

We exchanged greetings, and I sensed that Sachiko wasn’t overly impressed. I wasn’t interested in her anyway: Masa had my full attention. He was slim, tanned, with a small goatee, and my gaydar was giving positive readings.

“What do you do, Rick?”, he asked me, and I told him I studied Japanese literature.

“You’re kidding! I teach Japanese literature! Did you hear that, Sachiko?”

“That’s nice, isn’t it.”

We started talking about Japanese writers, and Sachiko stood up and said she was going home as she was tired.

“OK honey, I won’t be long.  Any ideas for your thesis, Rick?”

“Literature on love between young men and older men…”

Masa smiled, and I touched his leg with mine. He didn’t move away.

“My apartment’s near here. Wanna fuck me?”

“Yes.”

I left first and waited for him down the street a little. The we went back to my apartment. I went in first, and while he was taking off his shoes I stripped naked. He gasped when he saw me and my hard young cock.

“You’re gorgeous.”

I smiled and walked over to him, put my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He responded straight away, and as we were tonguing I reached to loosen his trousers and pull out his cock. He was wet already, so I started stroking him gently…

“No, no, I’ll come. I need to fuck you now! I can’t stay long!”

I pulled away to find my lotion, lubed my arse, bent over, and spread my cheeks for him.

He ploughed in. He was rock-hard and pretty thick, and I could feel him pressing against the sides of my tunnel. He started thrusting.

“That’s great Masa. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“Aah. I’m going to shoot, I’m going to…ahhhh.”

And he shot in no time. A huge load. I guessed he hadn’t been inside Sachiko for quite a while.

“That was soo good, Masa.”

“You’re amazing Rick…amazing.”

“Wanna do it again?”

“Yes, but not now. I have to get home.”

“How about a kiss?”

He grabbed me by the hips, pulled me to him, and thrust his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for a long time, then he pulled out.

“I really have to go. When can I see you again?”

“Any time, just give me your phone!”

After he left I still felt cock-hungry, and I decided to go out again. I freshened up my makeup, put my gear back on, picked up my bag and headed off, but it was just before 6pm and I wasn’t sure where to go. I walked around for a few minutes and found myself in a quiet side street not too far from my normal area. There was one place open already, and as I headed for it I heard a voice behind me.

“You can’t go in there, my dear. They won’t like it.”

When I turned around I saw an elegant gentlemen in a dark grey kimono and Japanese sandals. He must have been in his mid-50s, and he carried himself very straight.

“I assume you are looking for men?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

“And with that lovely young body of yours I’m sure you have no trouble finding them!”

I smile again.

“I think I know somewhere you might enjoy. It’s very close. Would you like that?”

My interest was piqued.

“Yes.”

“Lovely, let’s go then. What’s your name, my dear?”

“Rick.”

“My name is Kenji.”

“What kind of place is it?”

“A place where young things like you are always welcome.”

After a few minutes we arrived at a nondescript building near the end of a dead-end street. It didn’t look like a bar, there was no sign, and there were no windows. The houses nearby appeared to be empty, and no-one was around.

“We’re here. They don’t open until 11, but they’ll let me in”, said Kenji, and pressed a buzzer that I hadn’t noticed.

The door unlocked, and in we went. The lighting was dim, but once my eyes adjusted I saw a small room with an L-shaped counter and seats for 5-6 people on the right side and an L-shaped sofa and small table in the corner on the left. At the back was a corridor with two doors. I guessed one led to the bathroom. A Japanese man dressed like Kenji but older was seated at the bar.

“Welcome!”, said the bartender. He was about 25, short, built like a sumo wrestler, and he didn’t seem to be wearing anything, but I saw later that he was in a fundoshi loincloth.

“Ah, it’s you, Kenji! And who is this lovely thing with you?”

“This is Rick.” And he smiled.

The man who’d spoken motioned me to sit next to him.

“I’m Yasunori, Rick. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, whiskey and soda, please.”

“Kenta! Our whiskey special!” Yasunori lifted a finger to the bartender, and I soon had my drink.

“Cheers. How old are you?”

“I’m 19.”

“And so beautiful. Do you know how old I am? I’m 72.”

“No! You look much younger!”

When I was your age I could down a whiskey and soda in a single gulp.”

I picked up my glass and drained it. “Like that?”

He laughed. “Can you do that again?”

Kenta brought me another, and I did.

“How about three?”

And I did.

We chatted for 10-15 minutes and I gradually started to feel light-headed. This was fun.

“Rick, you’re so lovely I don’t think I can keep my hands off you!”

He puts one hand on the inside of my thigh. I feel my cock starting to strain against my tight shorts, and Yasunori notices as well.

“I think those little shorts need to come off…and while you’re at it, why not just take off all your clothes for me…and the boots too…and all your jewelry. I want to see hat sexy young body in all its glory.”

I loved showing my body off, so I do as he says and stand before him with my hard little cock on display.

“Lovely Rick, lovely”, and he runs his hand over my shaft.

“You know, there’s something Asian about you as well, isn’t there. You could be half-Japanese. And you’re in a Japanese bar, so why don’t we get you into some Japanese clothes. Go out the back with Kenta and he’ll put you in a fundoshi and give you some geta clogs. And let’s go all out while we’re at it and give you a Japanese name as well. How about Kentaro?”

I smile and nod. This was even more fun. I’d never had 72-year-old cock before. I thought I might get one, and I was curious.

“You can leave your clothes and bag here. Oh, can wipe your makeup off as well? Here’s a couple of cloths.”

I look surprised.

“Humor me! Please! I’m just an old man who wants to see what you look like as an ordinary Japanese boy.”

We go out the back and I stand naked wiping off my makeup while Kenta looks for the items. He spends quite a time rummaging but can’t find them, so he goes out to ask. He’s gone quite a while, and when he comes back he apologizes.

“Sorry Kentaro. I was looking in the wrong cupboard. They’re over there. Yasunori just wanted to talk to me for a minute as well.”

He digs out the items and puts me in a plain yellow fundoshi. He fiddles with my cock while he’s manipulating the cloth, and I start getting hard.

“Ever had a big boy before?”

I smile and shake my head.

“Shame.”

He grins, finishes tying it off, and I walk out. When I got back to the bar Kenji was gone.

“See! You look wonderful without makeup too! Kenji just slipped out for a while. He’ll be back later. You probably want another drink, don’t you. Kenta, another special!”

I didn’t know what was in these “specials”, but I liked what it did to me. I noticed that my gear and bag had disappeared – someone had probably put them away for me. I chatted with Yasunori and Kenji for a while but started to get sleepy, so I asked if I could rest somewhere.

“No problem my lovely young thing. Use the sofa over there.”

I wake up hung over and pretty groggy. I’ve no idea how long I’ve been out, and my blurred vision can only vaguely make out figures talking and laughing at the bar. I try to stand up but I sit straight back down.

“How do you feel?”

“Wh…what…?”

As my head clears, I see I’m on the sofa next to a middle-aged businessman in a suit.

“Who..?”

“I’m Hiroshi. Yasunori asked me to sit with you.”

“How long..?”

“About an hour. I was the first customer tonight, and you were asleep here when I arrived. I’m a regular, so I didn’t mind. He said you just flopped down and he didn’t have the heart to wake you, even though it’s your first night. You’re lucky. The customers here are mostly regulars, so it’s pretty relaxed. Other places are much tougher.  If you’re feeling a bit better, can you slip your geta on and get us a drink from the bar?”, and he slides his hand down the inside of my thigh. “And don’t forget your glasses!”

I have no idea what’s happening.

I didn’t wear glasses, but I put on the round-rimmed spectacles anyway and I can see fine. I manage to navigate the short distance to the counter. I’m starting to function a little better, and I notice another young boy in fundoshi and geta going through the door and into the back room with a customer.

“Ah, Kentaro! Good to see you feeling better!” Gentlemen, this is our newest arrival, Kentaro! Isn’t he lovely?”

I’m not sure what he means, but I smile back.

“Ah, the man at the sofa would like some…drinks?”

“Kenta will bring them over. You can go back to him now.”

I feel like I’m on auto-pilot or cruise control as I walk back and sit down next to the man, who puts his hand back on my thigh.

“Do you remember my name?”

”Ahh..”

“Hi-ro-shi.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry.”

He moves his hand up my thigh and starts stroking my cock through my fundoshi. I may not be fully with it yet, but my body responds to any man who’s around, and he smiles.

Kenta interrupts us for a moment. “Drinks for this table! The one on the left is yours, Kentaro.”

Hiroshi takes his drink and I take mine.

“Cheers!” He drinks it to the bottom, and I follow suit. He orders more, and by the time we finish those I’ve forgotten the strange turn of events and have my arm around his neck and my hand in his groin.

I’m about to kiss him when Kenta shouts “Welcome!” as he buzzes the door open.

Everyone turns to see the newcomers.

Kenji walks in and is followed by a half-foreign, half-Japanese boy. He’s slender, feminine, and pale-skinned, with tousled blonde hair, and looks about my height and age. He’s wearing my clothes, my boots, my makeup, and my jewelry, and he’s carrying my shoulder bag. He looks just like me. He IS me.

Kenji smiles at everyone.

“This is Rick. He was wandering around looking for somewhere to go so I invited him here. He’s from England.”

“Are you sure? He looks sort of Asian to me!”, piped up a regular.

The boy laughs, takes his bag from his shoulder, and pulls something out. “Well, here’s my passport, so I must be! Richard Clayton! And…I have my residence card, cash cards, student ID if you really want to check…and my phone, and my apartment keys, and my makeup…oh, and some condoms!”

Everyone laughs, and amid the haze in my mind I know that this isn’t good.

“No, I’m Rick!”, I blurt out. Silence, and then everyone bursts out laughing.

“The new boy’s had too much to drink”…”I bet he wishes he was!”…”Not even close”…And they go back to what they were doing.

Hiroshi puts his arm on mine.

“I think you’ve had too many whiskey and sodas, Kentaro.”

“But I AM Rick, I AM!”

Hiroshi takes out his phone, snaps a picture of me, and shows me: cute bareface, and straight brown hair.

“But I’m blond!!”

“No, you’re not. And you can’t be Rick because Rick just came in and you were already here. You can’t be two people at once, can you? Now don’t make a scene or you’ll lose your new job.”

“What job?”

“Why don’t I take you to the back room for a while and you can rest. Come back when you’re calmer.”

Hiroshi leads me to the back room. It’s empty now, and he sits me on a chair, goes out, and closes the door behind him. I sit down, put my head in my hands, and try to figure out what’s going on.

A few minutes later the door opens. It’s the boy.

He sashays in, stops right in front of me, and puts his left hand on his hip.

“I’m in your course at university. Did you know that?”

I was blank.

“Of course you didn’t. I was the plain-looking, quiet half-Japanese fem guy who wore glasses, boring clothes and white underwear with brown shoes. The nerd. I noticed you on the first day of semester. You were so cool and sexy, everyone was looking at you. I looked too, but you didn’t see me even when I smiled at you. You didn’t know I even existed. No one knew I existed. Then I started to look closer, and I began to think about how alike we’d be if we were naked. No one else noticed that we have same body shape, complexion, and half-Asian face, that we could almost be twins. You know why? Because they were all looking at you and how sexy you dress and no one was looking at me in my plain old clothes. And then I thought that everyone would look at me if I dressed like you and no one would look at you if you dressed like me. That’s when I decided to be you. Mummy and Kenji and Yasunori and Kenta have always done everything they can for me, so I talked to them and we came up with a plan. Mummy dyed my hair blond, and then I watched you. I followed you nearly every day for a month. I listened to you talk, watched how you walk. I got to know everything about your life. Then came the waiting. You often went out on Fridays, so I waited by your apartment. The first three Fridays you went the wrong way, but tonight you went the right way. I followed you to that bar place and when you took that man back to your apartment, and I was listening outside the window while he was were fucking you wishing I was in your place. You know who fucks me? Nerds, fat guys, dirty old men in cinemas and park toilets.”

“I followed you on your walk afterwards, and that’s when I called Kenji to go after you. The whole bar visit was a trap. Kenji brought me your clothes and bag, and when they’d put you to sleep with the drinks Kenta and his boyfriend carried you to Mummy’s place. No one here looks twice at a drunken bar boy being helped home. Mummy tousled my hair and then dyed and cut yours, and when that was done they brought you back. We had to have people see Kentaro the new employee before I came in, so we put you asleep on the sofa before we opened. Hiroshi saw you when he came, and the other customers saw you as well. Now everyone knows you work here. Then came the best part, putting on your clothes! You have no idea how it felt pulling on a G-string for the first time and wiggling into those tiny denim shorts! I was so hard I could barely zip them up. Mummy did my makeup, and when I saw myself in the mirror I couldn’t believe it. I was Rick! Then I pulled on your boots and picked up your bag to come here and I knew that when I walked into the bar your life would be mine. And you can’t do anything about it.”

“What if my parents come visiting?”

“You parents aren’t alive any more. I overheard you telling someone. All you have is an uncle David.”

“Or go to the police?”

“You won’t get past the first step. Who’ll they believe, a fuck-boy working in a tiny suburban gay bar or an English student on a government scholarship with the ID to prove it?

“I could go to the embassy and report a lost passport.”

“Using what ID? I have it all. Anyway, if you try anything, you may even get hurt. Who knows?””

“But…”

“Shut up and let’s settle this.”

Rick unfastens his shorts and steps out of them. He’s wearing my purple lace G-string.

Then he takes off his top.

“Let’s go look in that mirror.”

He goes first. His buttocks look great in the G-string.

“Close your eyes.”

I do, and he takes my hand and moves me a little.

“Open them.”

I see a feminine-looking boy with brown hair and a simple haircut in round-rimmed glasses and a fundoshi next to a hot femboy with tousled blond hair and wearing makeup, a G-string, jewelry, and black boots.

“Which one is Rick?”

 “You are.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Kentaro.”

“You’re going to give me everything I need to know about the men you fuck regularly. I’m going to live in your apartment, and I’m going to use all your stuff: your phone, your PC, whatever. I’m going to go to class as you and I’m going to take all your hot friends. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock.”

I don’t see that I have much choice, so I kneel down and he drops the G-string. He has a lovely arched cock, and all his pubic area is hairless and smooth. He’s also used my perfume on it. He sees me looking.

“I’ve had lots of time to get ready for this. Come on nerd, let’s see what you can do.”

I grasp his shaft, take it in my mouth, and squeeze it with my lips. Then I pull back, release, and go in again. I repeat this a few times and he gets harder and harder.

“Make me come.”

I tighten my lips around him, play with his balls, and suck back and forth. He shoots quickly, and a pretty big load.

“Swallow it.” And I do.

“My father was English and I grew up bilingual, but he’s gone. Mummy and I moved here was I was 16. We live 15 minutes’ walk away. Kentaro has never been to the bar before tonight, and only Kenji and Yasunori and Kenta know whose son he is. As far as everyone else is concerned, he’s just a new employee. If you meet Mummy anywhere around here, or in the bar, you’ll call her Mrs. Hara. You’ll live with her and wear my old clothes, and you’ll only come around here when you work. The rest of the time you can go hunting for older men and fat boys anywhere you like. The bar closes in two hours. Meet me out the back then. Kenta says there’s a door over there. I’ve put some clothes for you in that other cupboard. They should just fit.”

He gets dressed and goes.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. I try to think through what Rick’s told me. There must be a hole in the plan, but I can’t see it. The only things I have at the moment are the fundoshi and geta I’m wearing. I can’t get into my apartment, I have no ID, and I have no money.

“Kentaro, Hiroshi wants you…hurry up!” It’s Kenji at the door.

I straighten my fundoshi, slip into my geta, and go back to the bar. I see Rick at the counter talking to a customer, but he ignores me.

“Kentaro! Over here!”

Hiroshi is still on the sofa, but he’s been joined by another man.

“This is Shinji, a friend of mine. How about we all go into the back room?”

The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur. I remember them double-teaming me, then sucking a couple of cocks, then getting fucked by the other fuck-boy while a few customers watched. And then it was closing time.

“Thanks Kentaro. You did well tonight. Be here at 10pm tomorrow night.”

I was about to argue, but I realized there was no point.

“Thanks. I’ll be here.”

I went out the back and pulled out the bag with the clothes: white singlet, white short-sleeved shirt, very short blue school pants with braces, knee-high white socks, an old pair of sneakers, and…a pair of waist-high white cotton underpants. I put everything on.

Rick was waiting. “Oh shit! You look just like a schoolboy! It’s perfect!”

“Where are we going?”

Rick is fiddling with his phone. “You’ll see.”

In a few minutes we arrive at a small playground with a toilet block on the left and a bench in front of it. It’s empty at this hour.

“Read this”, he says, and hands me his phone. He’s on a cruising site for fat guys who like slim guys, and his post reads: Ken, slim nerdy half-English guy. Likes to suck big Japanese guys. Last cubicle on the right, toilets at XX park in 5 minutes. I’m in my underwear.

“Take the shirt and pants off and get in there.”
“But…”

“I said…”

I strip off to my singlet and underpants and go into the toilets. I’ve been waiting about 10 minutes when a huge guy in a singlet and shorts comes to the open door. I can see folds of fat through his T-shirt, and his legs are enormous.

“You Ken?”

“Yes.”

He just manages to fit into the cubicle, somehow lowers his shorts, and pulls his cock out from a mass of flesh.

“Er, I don’t know if I’ll come…”

I smile, kneel down, overcome the smell of sweat and manage to contort my head so I can take him in my mouth without being smothered by a mass of flesh. It doesn’t take long to get him hard, and I’m good enough at this to make him come, although it takes longer than I’d expected. He shoots into my mouth, and I don’t want to swallow it, but he asks me to, so down it goes. He says thanks, manages to pull up his shorts, and lumbers off. I wash my mouth out in the basin and go back outside. Rick’s waiting at the entrance to the park.

“Welcome to my old world. I’ll walk you home and then I’m off to enjoy my new one.”

Steve’s digital alarm clock pierces the early morning silence with its shrill beep, beep, beep at exactly 7 AM. The room’s soft lighting gently shifts as the curtains slowly let in the dawn. Steve, already showered and dressed in his crisp driving instructor’s polo shirt, pads quietly over to the bed where his wife, Michelle, lies, her brunette hair splayed out across the pillow. She stirs at the noise, her eyes fluttering open to meet Steve’s gaze.

“Morning, love,” Steve says, his voice a comforting rumble in the quiet room. “Got to head out soon. Got a packed day of driving tests down at the local center.”

Michelle groans and stretches, the blankets slipping down to reveal her nightgown. She rolls over to face him, her eyes still sleepy but filled with warmth. “Ah, so you’re going to be the one deciding if today’s crop of newbies get their license to terrorize the roads,” she teases with a yawn.

Steve laughs, the sound echoing gently in the room. “Someone’s gotta do it,” he says with a wink. “And today’s special. Young Jamie’s up for his test. Remember him?”

Michelle sits up, her eyes widening with interest. “Oh, the one you’ve been telling me about?” She says, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“That’s the one,” Steve nods, a hint of pride in his voice. “He’s come a long way since we first started. Think he’s got a good shot at passing today.”

With a gentle smile, Michelle reaches out and squeezes Steve’s arm, her thumb rubbing reassuringly. “You know, it’s so sweet how much you care about your students.” She looks back at the clock and then at Steve. “You’ve always had a soft spot for those kids who want to live it up a bit. I remember you telling me that Jamie is desperate to pass in order to take his mates down to Newquay after his exams. He will be so nervous knowing today hinges on that” she slowly sips her coffee he has made.

Steve nods in agreement, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah, I know,” he says, his voice filled with empathy. “That’s why I want to make sure he’s as prepared as possible.” He reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a small plastic bag filled with a few items. “And just in case…” He holds up a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube, his eyebrows raising in a silent question.

Michelle’s cheeks color slightly, and she looks away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. She knows what he’s implying. It’s not something they talk about often, but their relationship has always been open and honest. She nods slowly, understanding. “Take them,” she says, her voice steady. “Just play safe and do the right thing if it suits” Steve’s hand closes around the bag, the plastic crinkling softly. He looks at her with a mix of gratitude and love. “Thanks, love,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Its all for the best ok?”

Michelle nods, her eyes meeting his. “I know,” she says, her voice filled with trust. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.” “I promise,” Steve says, his voice firm. He takes one last look at her before heading out the door, the bag tucked discreetly in his pocket.

After a long and grueling morning, Steve’s schedule is finally clear, and it’s 2 PM. He strides into the waiting room, the sound of his work boots echoing against the cold, linoleum floor. His eyes scan the room, and he spots Jamie immediately. The young man is sitting in the corner, his legs bobbing nervously as he twists his hands together. He’s dressed in a slightly wrinkled white shirt and a pair of jeans that hug his slim hips just right. Steve can’t help but appreciate the sight of him, his heart fluttering just a little at the thought of what might happen later.

“Hey, Jamie,” Steve calls out, his voice cutting through the tension in the room like a warm knife through butter. “Ready to hit the road?” He saunters over, his casual gait belying the excitement bubbling just under the surface. Jamie looks up, his eyes wide and filled with nerves. “I’ve been waiting for ages!” His cheeks are flushed, and he’s practically trembling, so nervous about his test. “It’s okay,” Steve says, placing a firm, comforting hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “We’ve got this.” He looks him up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than it should.

“Come on,” he says, giving Jamie’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go get you that license.” The two of them walk out of the waiting room together, the door swinging shut behind them with a soft click. The tension in the air is palpable, a silent understanding passing between them like a secret handshake. Steve does the eyesight check with the plates and Jamie seems to pass that. He lets the lad start the car and pull away and give firm instructions as part of the test. He feels for the lad, knowing how much rides on this.

Steve watches with a keen eye as Jamie manoeuvres the car through the congested streets of their small town. Each check of the mirrors, each signal, each change of speed is met with a nod of approval from Steve. His heart races as he sees the young man’s confidence grow with every successful turn and each obstacle they pass. The tension in the car isn’t just about the test anymore; it’s a dance of nerves and anticipation for what might come after.

“Keep it up, Jamie,” Steve encourages, his voice calm and steady. “Your checks are good, your distance from other vehicles is spot on.” Jamie’s eyes dart to the rearview mirror before looking back at the road. “Thanks, Steve,” he murmurs, his voice a little shaky. Steve’s gaze lingers on Jamie’s profile, noticing how the sunlight catches the glint of his earring. He clears his throat and focuses on the test. “Now, let’s see that parallel parking you’ve been practicing,” he says, gesturing to an empty space.

Jamie’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, but he nods determinedly. His movements are precise as he guides the car into the spot, not a single tire touching the curb. “Perfect,” Steve says, his voice a little hoarser than he’d like. “You’re really getting the hang of this.”

The driving test is almost over, and Steve’s heart is in his throat as they approach the final roundabout. This is where Jamie has always had trouble. Steve has faith in him, though, and sure enough, Jamie handles it like a pro. He glides out onto the main road, his knuckles white on the wheel, and Steve feels a swell of pride. But just as they’re about to turn onto the last road, leading back to the test center, disaster strikes. In a moment of distraction, perhaps from his nerves or the thrumming attraction between them, Jamie strays over the line. The tires squeal faintly on the asphalt, and Steve’s instincts kick in. He reaches out and grabs the wheel, correcting the mistake before it can cost Jamie his chance at passing.

“Easy,” he says, his voice tight. “Keep focused.” Jamie’s eyes widen in the mirror, and he nods frantically. “Sorry, Steve,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Well, you did everything right, except for that last bit,” he says gently. Steve instructs Jamie to pull into the disused Industrial Estate, a quiet spot they often use to practice manoeuvres without the prying eyes of pedestrians. The car’s engine purrs to a halt, and Steve tells Jamie to switch off the ignition and engage the handbrake.

“I’ve got some bad news, Jamie,” Steve says, his voice filled with regret. “You’ve failed the test.” Jamie’s shoulders slump, and he nods, his eyes welling up with tears. The weight of the failure crushes down on him like a ton of bricks. “I know you’re disappointed,” Steve says, his hand still resting on the gear stick, “but remember, it’s not the end of the world. We’ll keep practicing, and you’ll get it next time.”

But the words do little to console the young man, who suddenly breaks down in sobs, his whole body shaking with the force of his emotions. Steve looks at him, his own heart aching at the sight. He knows that for Jamie, this was more than just a driving test; it was a symbol of his impending freedom and a chance to escape the small town. “Let it out,” Steve says softly, his own eyes misting over. “I’m here.” And so, Steve lets Jamie sob, his own heart breaking for the pain he sees in the lad’s eyes. He waits patiently, giving him the space and time he needs to process this setback, knowing that together, they’ll face the next challenge with renewed strength.

When Jamie finally calms down enough to speak, he looks at Steve with a mix of embarrassment and despair. “I’m sorry,” he sniffs, wiping at his eyes. “It’s just…” He trails off, unable to find the words to explain the pressure he’s been feeling. Steve nods, his own heart aching. “It’s natural to feel like this,” he says, his voice gentle. “But remember, the pressure of passing was probably the reason you made that mistake. It’s alright.” Jamie nods, his voice thick with emotion. “But it’s my only chance,” he says, his voice barely audible. “I can’t afford to rebook the test or more lessons.”

Steve’s eyes widen slightly. He knew it was tough for the young student, but he hadn’t realized how precarious Jamie’s situation was. He nods solemnly, understanding dawning on him. “I know, lad,” he says. “But we’ll figure something out.” But deep down, Steve knows the truth. For Jamie, this failure isn’t just a bump in the road; it’s a dead end. The cost of rebooking the test and additional lessons is something Jamie simply can’t bear. The reality of the situation sits heavy between them, a silent acknowledgment of the harshness of the world outside the safe bubble of their car.

They sit in silence for a few moments longer, the tension in the car thick and palpable. Steve taps his finger on the clipboard, his eyes scanning the page before finally pointing to the tickbox next to ‘Overshooting the roundabout’. “Look here,” he says, his voice firm but kind. “It’s just this one thing. If I were to… change it…” His voice trails off, the unspoken offer hanging in the air like a lifeline. But Jamie shakes his head, the determination in his eyes clear. “No, Steve,” he says, his voice stronger now. “That’s not right. You’d lose your job, and it’s not fair to you. I can’t do that.”

Steve clears his throat, the moment feeling heavier than the air outside the car. “Look, Jamie,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We’ve got to look out for each other, right?” He gestures towards the glovebox with a nod. “There’s something in there that might help us both out.” Jamie’s eyes widen as he opens the glovebox and sees the condoms and the lube. His cheeks flush, and he looks at Steve with shock. “What… what’s this?” he stammers, his voice cracking.

Steve shrugs, trying to play it cool. “A little something I picked up this morning,” he says. Eyeing up the condoms and lube himself. His heart set on making headway with Jamie. “We’re both adults here, and we both know what we need.”

Jamie stares at the items, his mind racing. He’s never been with a guy before, and the age gap between them is like a chasm. Plus, the student-teacher relationship is definitely a no-go. He swallows hard, his thoughts a tumult of confusion and fear. “But,” Steve adds, seeing the look on Jamie’s face, “it’s just a thought. Something to consider, if it’s what you want too. Think of it as… a deal we both get something out of.” Jamie’s eyes meet Steve’s in the mirror, and he can see the sincerity there, the hopefulness. It’s a moment that changes everything, a moment that could lead to something they both need, something that could either bring them closer or tear them apart.

Just as Jamie is ready to decline, feeling like Steve has crossed a line, Steve’s hand darts out, ticking the box and saying with a firm voice, “Congratulations, Jamie, you’ve passed.” The sudden shift in the atmosphere is palpable as Jamie’s eyes go wide and his cheeks flush a deep red. He starts to shake, the adrenaline of the situation crashing into him like a tidal wave. “You’re being a prick, Steve,” Jamie stammers, his voice shaking. “This isn’t right. You can’t just… do this.”

But Steve’s gaze is unwavering. “Sometimes, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do,” he says, his voice low. “You’re going to have to man up and take this chance, Jamie. I’m doing it for you.” He leans closer, his hand resting on Jamie’s leg, the warmth of it seeping through the fabric of the young man’s jeans. “You know you want it, and I’m here to help.” Jamie’s breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he’s torn. The desperation in Steve’s voice, the pressure of his hand on his leg, it all feels so wrong, yet so right. “I can’t,” he whispers, his voice shaking. “It’s not fair.”Steve nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Ok, Jamie,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. “Let’s get out of the car and get some air.”

They both step out into the cool late afternoon air, the sounds of the industrial estate echoing around them. Steve watches as Jamie paces, his hands running through his hair, his frustration palpable. Steve keeps the conversation going, his tone calm and measured. “You know, I’ve got these passes on the condition of our little… agreement,” he says, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s. “If you back out now, it’s going to look pretty dodgy, and I’ve got a family to think about.”

Jamie stops pacing, his heart racing. He stares at Steve, the realization of the situation setting in. “What are you saying?” he asks, his voice hoarse with fear and confusion. “I’m saying,” Steve says, his hand sliding into his pocket, gripping the plastic bag tightly, “that you’ve got what you want. Your license. Now, it’s your turn to hold up your end of the deal.” He steps closer to Jamie, his presence commanding and unyielding. “You’re a man now, Jamie,” he says, his voice dropping to a murmur. “And men take care of their own.”

Jamie’s eyes dart to the ground, his mind racing. He nods slowly, his body feeling like it’s moving of its own accord as he leans against the car bonnet, his legs shaking. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay.” The silence stretches out between them, filled with the hum of distant machinery and the beating of their own hearts. They’re standing on the precipice of something they can’t take back, and both of them know it. Steve takes a deep breath and reaches out, gently lifting Jamie’s chin with his thumb. The young man’s eyes are filled with a mix of fear and longing. Steve sees the turmoil in them and knows he has to be the one to make the first move. “Look at me,” he says, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

Jamie’s gaze locks onto Steve’s, and a tentative smile forms on his lips. The older man’s eyes are filled with a gentle warmth that seems to ease the tension in the air. With a sudden decisiveness, Steve leans in, capturing Jamie’s mouth in a soft, tender kiss. It’s the first time Jamie has ever felt the touch of another man’s lips, and it sends a shiver down his spine. The kiss deepens, becoming slower, more sensual. Steve’s hand slides up to cup Jamie’s face, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. The kiss is like nothing Jamie has ever experienced, filled with a raw passion and a gentle dominance that he can’t help but find himself giving into. For a moment, the world outside the car fades away, and it’s just the two of them, lost in the intimacy of the moment.

But the reality of what they’re doing crashes back in, and Jamie pulls away, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. “Steve,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I can’t” “Be a good lad,” Steve murmurs, his breath hot against Jamie’s ear. “What we both want.” His hand moves to the back of Jamie’s neck, pulling him back in for another deep, hungry kiss. This time, Jamie doesn’t resist. He surrenders to the feeling, letting Steve lead him down this new, uncharted path.

The kiss carries on and Jamie breaks the kiss. Starting to move away from the bonnet. Steve chuckles, his breath warm against Jamie’s cheek as he pulls him back, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, you thought it was just a kiss?” He shakes his head, his hand moving down to loosen Jamie’s belt. “That wasn’t the deal, sweetheart.” Jamie’s eyes go wide as he stammers, “W-what do you mean?” His voice is high-pitched, his nerves getting the better of him.

Steve’s smile widens, his eyes darkening with desire. “You want that pass,” he says, his voice a silky purr. “You know what you have to do.” He leans back against the car, watching Jamie with an expectant gaze. “Take off your shirt,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. Jamie’s hands shake as he obeys, his mind racing with thoughts of what’s to come. This isn’t just a simple kiss; it’s so much more than he ever bargained for. But as Steve’s eyes rake over his bare chest, he feels a strange thrill, a mix of excitement and fear that makes him tremble. The sound of the zipper on Steve’s trousers is the only noise in the quiet of the industrial estate as he pulls out his erection, stroking it slowly. “Come on, then,” he says, his voice thick with need. “Prove to me you’re worth passing.”

Jamie’s cheeks burn as he drops to his knees, his eyes never leaving Steve’s. “I have never given oral sex”. Steve nods and ruffles his hair. He knows what’s expected of him now, and a strange mix of anticipation and dread fills his stomach. This is a moment that will change everything, and he can’t help but wonder if he’s ready for it. As Steve bends down his tongue slides back into Jamie’s mouth, the young man’s thoughts are a jumbled mess of the driving test’s final moments. He’d been so close to passing, so close to the freedom that came with the license. But here he is, knees on the cold, hard ground, about to perform an act he’s never done before. Steve’s hand guides him, and before he can fully process what’s happening, Jamie’s mouth is wrapped around the older man’s erection, his heart pounding in his ears.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Jamie’s mind reels. He tries to focus on the warmth, the taste, the way Steve’s hand is tangled in his hair, guiding him. The sound of Steve’s moans only spurs him on, and he finds himself moving of his own accord, eager to please his married instructor who holds his future in his hands. Steve’s grip tightens, his hips bucking slightly as he starts to lose control. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “Just like that.” Jamie’s eyes water, his throat constricting around Steve’s length, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he takes a deep breath and relaxes, letting Steve take the lead. The fear turns to something else, something that feels eerily like desire, as Steve’s moans grow louder and more desperate.

As Steve’s grip tightens on Jamie’s neck, the young man has no choice but to take the older man’s entire length into his mouth. He gags slightly but fights it back, not wanting to disappoint. Steve’s thighs tense beneath Jamie’s trembling hands, his own arousal evident as he watches as he looks down on the lad. Jamie’s mind reels with the realization of what he’s doing, what he’s agreed to. This is a side of Steve he never knew existed, a man who talked of his loving wife and three daughters, who presented himself as the epitome of a decent, family-oriented guy. Yet here he was, a married dad with a pervy sexual side that Jamie is now intimately acquainted with. Steve breaks the rhythm, pulling Jamie off his knees and into a standing embrace. His hand is at Jamie’s chin, tilting it upwards, and their eyes meet. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He leans in for another kiss, this one slower, more tender. “But we’ve got to do this right.” He leans back, his own pants falling to his ankles, revealing his bare ass to the chilly air. “Let’s sit on the bonnet,” he suggests, “and get comfortable.” They both settle onto the cold metal, their legs dangling over the side of the car. The warmth of their bodies contrasts with the chill, and Steve takes a moment to appreciate the view. “You’re an adorable lad,” he says, his voice filled with affection. “And it’s going to be nice to see this encounter to its completion.”

Jamie nods, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and desire. He takes a deep breath and starts to take off his own boxers, his heart racing. Steve smiles, his hand reaching out to stroke Jamie’s thigh reassuringly. “Just relax,” he whispers. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” The two men sit there, naked from the waist down, the silence of the industrial estate enveloping them. They chat about the day’s events, their laughter a strange counterpoint to the tension that still lingers between them. But as the conversation drifts, so does the tension, replaced by a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. Steve’s hand finds its way to Jamie’s cock, stroking it gently as they sit side by side. “You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. “So fucking good.”

Jamie’s breath catches, his eyes closing as he leans into the touch. The fear is gone, replaced by a growing sense of contentment. He opens his eyes to find Steve looking at him with a soft smile, his hand still working magic on his shaft. “You’re okay with this?” Steve asks, his voice gentle. Jamie nods, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Yeah,” he says. “I… I’m okay.” And with that, Steve leans in for another kiss, his hand still wrapped around Jamie’s cock, guiding him closer to the edge. They both know what’s going to happen next, and for now, that’s all that matters. Steve carefully walks around the car, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s as he pulls the back seats down to create a makeshift bed in the boot. “Climb in, love,” he says, his voice filled with a gentle authority.

Jamie does as he’s told, his legs trembling slightly as he lays down, the cold metal pressing against his back. He watches as Steve follows, his muscular frame fitting neatly beside him. The space is tight, but it’s somehow intimate, like a cocoon that’s just for them. They kiss again, this time with more urgency, more passion. Steve whispers sweet nothings into Jamie’s ear, telling him how much he wants him, how beautiful he is. It’s a stark contrast to the harsh reality of their situation, but in this moment, it’s all that matters. Their bodies press together, Steve’s hand sliding down to cup Jamie’s ass. He whispers, “Are you ready for this?” Jamie nods, his voice barely a whisper. “I… I’m ready.”

Steve smiles against his lips, his eyes shining with a mix of lust and affection. “Good lad,” he murmurs, his hand moving to stroke Jamie’s cheek. “You’re going to be just fine.” They lay there, kissing and touching, the anticipation building. Steve’s hand slides lower, teasing the entrance to Jamie’s body, making him gasp. “Relax,” he says, his voice a gentle rumble. “Let me show you how good it can be.” And with that, the two of them sink into a world of passion and desire, the outside world forgotten. For now, it’s just Steve and Jamie, two men finding solace and power in the most unexpected of places. As Steve’s finger circles Jamie’s asshole, the young man’s eyes go wide with shock and arousal. “I can see this is going to be a tight one to break in,” Steve whispers, his breath hot against Jamie’s ear. “It’s going to be amazing.”

Jamie swallows hard, his heart racing. He’s flustered, his thoughts racing. He’s never done this before, never even let anyone touch him like this. But here he is, with Steve, a man he’s known for months as his instructor, now exploring his body with a hunger that’s both terrifying and thrilling. “You know,” Jamie says, his voice shaking, “it would have been a shame if I’d passed without making that major fault.” He tries to flirt, to ease the tension, but it comes out more as a whimper than anything else. Steve chuckles darkly, his finger pressing slightly harder. “Oh, it would’ve been,” he agrees, his eyes locked on Jamie’s. Jamie continues flirting by saying “Does the blame lie with you being distracted as I drove?” he chuckles

Steve’s eyes darken, and he leans over Jamie, his cock, thick and hard, pressing against the younger man’s thigh. “You’re in no position to be teaching me lessons, lad,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. “But I’ll be more than happy to show you a few things.” He reaches for the lube, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. “Remember,” he says, his voice thick with need, “you’re in my care now. You’re going to do as I say, and I’m going to make sure you enjoy every second of it.” With a gentle touch, Steve applies the cool gel to his thumb, watching as Jamie’s eyes follow the motion. He then traces it around Jamie’s tight hole, watching the muscles clench and relax. “Ready?” he asks, his voice a soft growl.

Jamie nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice trembling. Steve takes a deep breath, then gently lifts Jamie’s leg into the air, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s face. He positions the tip of his cock at Jamie’s entrance, the head slick with lube. “Here we go,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and tenderness. Jamie gasps as he feels the pressure, his body tense. But Steve is patient, his hand on Jamie’s hip, guiding him through the discomfort. With a slow, deliberate push, he sinks into Jamie, inch by inch. The tightness is almost unbearable, the sensation like nothing he’s ever felt before. Jamie’s eyes fly open, his breath hitching as Steve’s cock stretches him open. “Oh fuck,” he whispers, his voice tight with pain and pleasure.

Steve nods, his own breathing ragged. “That’s it,” he says, his eyes filled with a fierce love. “You’re doing so well. What a good good boy.” It takes a few moments, a few gentle thrusts, but eventually, Steve is fully seated inside Jamie. The younger man’s body relaxes slightly, his breaths coming out in shaky gasps. And then like that it’s happening. Within a few short minutes he is no longer the innocent lad but a man. Taking a man. Looking out on a setting sun with a new feeling inside him. A mature man looking after him, kissing his neck gently.

Jamie’s body shakes with each thrust, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. It’s his first time, and it’s with a man who is not only his driving instructor but also a married father. The situation is wrong on so many levels, but the feeling is undeniable. He can’t help but whimper, holding onto the seatbelt strap as he has sex. “You’re such a sweet lad” Steve murmurs, his eyes locked on Jamie’s face. “I hope your enjoying it pal.” His voice is a gentle rumble, a stark contrast to the forcefulness of his hips.

Jamie’s eyes dart around, looking for something to focus on, anything to keep him from the brink of overwhelm. But all he sees is Steve, all he feels is Steve, and all he hears is Steve’s voice, whispering sweet, dirty things into his ear. As they reach a rhythm, Steve’s phone, on the floor of the boot, lights up, the screen displaying an incoming call from his wife. He reaches over to answer it without missing a beat. “Hey love,” he says, his voice as smooth as honey. “What’s up?” His eyes never leave Jamie’s, the younger man’s cheeks flaming with embarrassment and arousal.

“Are you on your way home?” his wife’s voice is sweet and expectant on the other end of the line. “We’ve got to get ready for Becky’s party.” “Ah, I’ll be home in a bit,” Steve says, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s. Jamie’s eyes go wide with horror, realizing the implications of Steve’s words. He feels panic stricken that the wife has no idea and she might find out. Steve’s wife, Michelle, chuckles on the other end of the line. “You’re always running late,” she says, her tone light and teasing. “You forgot about Becky’s party again?” Steve smirks, his rhythm not faltering as he fucks Jamie. “It’s been a busy day, love,” he says, his voice thick with the effort of holding back his moans. “But I promise, I won’t be much longer.” Michelle sighs, but the annoyance in her voice is clear. “Well, you’d better hurry up,” she says. “You know how important this is to Becky.”

“I know, I know,” Steve says, his hand reaching up to stroke Jamie’s cheek. There is a pause and that is when Michelle says, “Well at…Oh I have just remembered. How did your student get on with his test?” she asks “Ah, it was a tough one,” Steve says, his voice a little strained. “Jamie here did really well for most of it, but he had a bit of a wobble at the end.” He gives a gentle thrust, watching Jamie’s face contort in pleasure. “It’s a shame, really,” he adds, his tone filled with genuine regret. “I know he’s had his heart set on passing today.” Michelle’s voice is filled with empathy. “Aw, that’s a shame,” she says, her voice filled with genuine concern. “I know you had such high hopes he would, so he failed the test?” she adds.

“Technically yes, technically no” he adds. There is a pause, and it’s clear that Steve’s words have led to an unspoken understanding between them. “It took him a bit to, you know, make up his mind,” Steve says, his voice low and intimate. “But once he did, it was like he just… gave in to it.” Michelle’s voice goes quiet for a moment before she speaks again. “ah that makes sense now, totally. I should have thought about that” Steve nods, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s. “Well you were wrapped up with things at home but I did take the lube and condoms remember?”

Jamie’s heart is racing, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he tries to process what’s happening. The realization that Steve’s wife is okay with this, that this is part of their open relationship, sends a new wave of conflicting emotions crashing through him. He feels used, yet also strangely accepted, a part of something bigger than himself. “So, what position are you two in?” Michelle’s voice is curious, with a hint of playfulness. “And how tight is he? Is he taking it well?” Steve smirks, his hand tightening around Jamie’s leg, pushing it back even further. “We’re just in the car boot, love,” he says, his voice a low growl. “And he’s so fucking tight, it’s like a vice.” He watches Jamie’s face, his pupils dilated with arousal and fear. “But he’s doing so well,” Steve adds, his voice filled with pride. “Taking it like a champ.”

Michelle giggles. “Oh bless him” she says, the excitement in her voice clear. “Why not facetime me?” Steve grins, his eyes filled with mischief. He takes a quick snap on his phone, capturing their entwined bodies, Jamie’s leg cupped into the air. With a deft move, Steve places the phone on the car window, the screen facing out. On the screen, Jamie’s barely recognizable face is contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain, his body stretched out beneath Steve’s powerful frame. Michelle’s voice comes through the speaker, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. “Oh hey sweetheart, really nice to meet you” she gasps says casually “Is he looking after you  well?” she asks for comfort. All she gets its a nod from him. Steve laughs, his hips still moving in a steady rhythm. “Yeah, he’s a fast learner,” he says, his voice filled with pride. Michelle’s eyes narrow slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Congrats, love,” she says, her tone teasing. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a new pupil.” “Thanks, darling,” Steve replies, his voice a bit strained as he reaches for the peak of their encounter. “And it seems he’s passed with flying colours.”

Their shared laughter fills the air, mixing with the sounds of their passion, as the reality of the situation sets in for Jamie. This isn’t just a transaction anymore. It’s something… more. Something that has the power to either destroy them all or bind them in a way none of them ever expected.  “What’s your surname, love?” she asks as she can see the fucking going on, the determination in her husbands face. Jamie’s eyes go even wider as he tries to form words around Steve’s thick cock, still buried inside him. “Uh… it’s… it’s Thompson,” he stammers out. Michelle’s smile broadens. “Thompson, you say?” she muses. “Why does that sound familiar?” Then it clicks. “Oh my God, Steve!” she squeals, a hand flying to her mouth. “Remember the Thompsons! The ones we used to line dance with up at the club!” she goes on saying how she recognised how similar the lad her husband was fucking looked like to his dad. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise, and he pulls out of Jamie, pausing their intimate dance to look at the phone screen. “What?” he asks, his voice incredulous. Michelle nods, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yeah,” she says. “Jamie’s mum and dad were the couple we used to spend six months line dancing with! Carole and Rick” she adds. “Small world!!”

Jamie’s mind reels at the revelation, his body going still with shock. “Well, well,” Steve says, his voice filled with a newfound sense of camaraderie. “So I am fucking their lad, better not make that public knowledge love” Jamie swallows hard, his heart racing. This is so much more than he bargained for when he agreed to this deal with Steve. But as the older man leans back in, ready to continue, he knows he has no choice but to go along with it. The bond between them has just gotten a whole lot more complicated. “Love, I need you to hang up,” Steve says into the phone, his voice tight with urgency. “I’m about to really give it to him, and I don’t want you telling me off for being too rough.”

Michelle giggles, a knowing glint in her eye. “Alright, I’ll let you two lovebirds get back to it,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But don’t take too long, we’ve got a party to get to!” With a wink, she ends the call, leaving Steve and Jamie alone in the dim light of the car boot, their panting breaths echoing off the metal. For a moment, Steve looks into Jamie’s eyes, searching for any hint of regret. But all he sees is a mix of fear and desire, a look that makes his own need spike even higher.

Without another word, he slams into Jamie, his strokes brutally hard and fast. The younger man’s body jolts with each thrust, his cries muffled by the car’s interior. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, along with the grunts of Steve’s exertion. It’s clear he’s holding nothing back now, driven by a primal instinct to claim what he wants. Jamie’s eyes squeeze shut, his hands gripping the seatbelt as if it’s the only thing keeping him anchored to reality. He tries to focus on the sensation, the way Steve’s cock fills him, the way his body responds despite the pain. It’s too much, and yet… he can’t help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure.

With a final, brutal thrust, Steve reaches down to grab Jamie’s cock, stroking it in time with his own movements. “You’ve failed, Jamie,” he growls, his voice filled with dark amusement. “But I’m going to make sure you pass with flying colors.” Jamie’s eyes fly open, and he looks up at Steve with a mix of anger and betrayal. “What?” he gasps, his voice hoarse. Steve leans down, his mouth close to Jamie’s ear. “I can’t change the test results, lad,” he whispers, his breath hot.

“But we both had fun as a way to end the day” With that, he bites down on Jamie’s earlobe, eliciting a yelp of pain. “You’re going to take my cum,” he says, his voice a mix of anger and desire. “And you’re going to thank me for it.” Jamie’s body tenses, his teeth clenched. “You fucking bastard,” he snarls, his eyes blazing with fury. But even as he says it, his cock betrays him, pulsing in Steve’s firm grip. Steve smirks, his strokes growing rougher, faster. “Is that any way to talk to your teacher?” he asks, his voice a dark rumble. “I’m doing you a favor here.”

“Fuck you,” Jamie spits out, his anger mixing with the pleasure that’s building inside him. “You’re using me.”

“come on we both know we needed a bit of distraction” Steve counters, his hips pumping even harder. “Because you want it just as much as I do.” Their eyes meet, and for a brief moment, they’re not just two people caught in a web of lies and desire. They’re two men on the edge, their fates entwined in this twisted dance of power and submission. And then it’s over, the tension in the air dissipating as Steve’s warmth floods into Jamie. The younger man lays there, panting and trembling, feeling a strange mix of anger and contentment. Despite the betrayal, he can’t deny the intense pleasure that has just washed over him.

They dress in silence, neither one looking at the other. The reality of what they’ve done weighs heavy on them both. As Steve pulls his pants up, he runs a hand through his hair, his expression a mask of regret. “I’m sorry, Jamie,” he says finally, his voice low and sincere. “I didn’t mean for it to go like this.” Jamie nods, his eyes downcast as he buttons his own pants. Realising that there are some natural scumbags out there. Steve starts the engine, the car roaring to life, breaking the stillness of the industrial estate. Jamie remains in the car as Steve clears the feedback sheet and rejoins. He passes the sheet to Jamie with big letters saying “Failed” and the prices to rebook a test. All Jamie can see on page is the little tickbox that shows how the day could have gone differently. 

As they drive away, the silence between them is deafening. Jamie dreams of walking through the door, seeing the congratulations from his mum and sister, talking how he had a great test. Instead he was in the back of a car taking anal sex for first time. Jamie can’t help but feel used, his thoughts racing with anger and confusion.  Yet, as he looks at Steve’s profile, his body still humming from the encounter, he can’t ignore the feeling of… something. His bum is twitching still as the cum soaks into the fabric of his boxers. Steve pulls out of the industrial estate, his eyes focused on the road ahead. The weight of their encounter presses down on him, his mind racing with what he’s just done. He’d wanted to help Jamie, to give him a chance, but it had turned into something else entirely.

They drive in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The realization that all men might just be the same – thinking with their cocks – leaves a sour taste in Jamie’s mouth, yet he can’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. He’s been with a man now, experienced something new and powerful, even if it came at a cost he hadn’t anticipated. As they pull up to Jamie’s flat, the silence in the car is thick, palpable. Steve kills the engine and turns to him, his gaze intense. Jamie nods, his eyes meeting Steve’s for a brief moment before dropping to his lap. He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thanks.”

They sit there, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, with a heavy sigh, Steve reaches over to pat Jamie’s shoulder. “Look, it’s done,” he says, his voice gentle. “We move on from here” Jamie nods again, his eyes brimming with a mix of anger and relief. “I wont be using your lessons again” he adds. Steve nods. Jamie leans and kisses him on cheek. “Your a fucking prick but in an odd way thanks for the sex” he adds.  As Jamie exits the car, Steve watches him go, With a heavy heart he smiles and adds “Take care of yourself, lad,” he says gruffly.

Jamie nods, his eyes never leaving Steve’s. “You too,” he says, his voice filled with a sadness that mirrors the older man’s. Then, with a final, lingering look, he turns and walks away, the door slamming shut behind him. Steve knows he’ll never see him again, not in this way at least.

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When Lee opened the door to his room, and saw Nicky there, both boys became visibly nervous.

Lee was initially shook because Nicky had never been to his dorm alone before.  Typically the young jock dropped by his room to visit Tor Pedersen, Lee’s roommate.  But Tor was gone for the weekend, and yet here was Nicky. Looking especially hot, Lee was excited to see.

The jock stud was bare-chested, wearing just a pair of black mesh basketball shorts, pushed down an inch or so too low, right to where his pubes started, showing off the whole mesmerizing expanse of his sculpted physique — all that carved, beefy bulk; 8-pack abs ripped and juicy, with that deep line of superb definition down the center; and around back, Lee could see, the teasing beginnings of what looked like an absolutely perfect muscle-butt, flaunting a tantalizing inch or so of ass-crack.

As compelling as it was to gaze, stupefied, on Nicky’s hot torso, Lee’s eyes immediately shifted down, for the precious few seconds he dared, to get a good look at an eye-popping length of thick, straight-boy cock, easily visible under the soft, thin fabric of his shorts.  Lee’s dick started to twitch and tingle as he gasped at the outline of that tantalizing, way-long length of jock-meat, curving out proud and tempting as it hung, plump and full, under the loosely draped mesh. The beautifully traceable head on that hefty shaft made Lee’s mouth ache with desire.  

Lee managed to pull his eyes away, not wanting the sexy stud to bust the gay dude for staring, and settled for eye-worshipping Nicky’s carved upper body.  The sensuous bulges of his lean guns, he noticed, were pumped and defined even more lusciously, straining as they were under the weight of 24-pack of beer Nicky stood there hoisting, on his strong, bulging shoulders.  

But that cock — Jesus Fuck!  Lee’s eyes could not stop staring.

Lee realized, having held the door open, just staring for a while, that he really should say something, but before he even had a chance to mumble some lame sort of greeting, Lee was suddenly aware he’d been sitting around his room in just a skimpy pair of boxer briefs.
Damn!  He knew damn well if Nicky spent even another minute more standing there, his own sizable cock would start showing embarrassingly hard. 

As for Nicky, he was probably more uncomfortable than Lee, because he suddenly thought this corny-ass plan of his was utter bullshit, which had him pissed and frustrated. In so many other parts of his life, Nicky realized bitterly — sports, exercise, women, even academics — he could easily hold his own.  But here, though, with dudes, he was fucking clueless.  

Plus, he hadn’t counted on Lee, Tor’s super hot roommate and Nicky’s first serious boy-crush, to come to the door in an unbelievably sexy pair of drawers, looking so damn hot, totally throwing him off what non-existent game he had when it came to boys.

“Nicky dude,” Lee finally stammered, “what up?”

Nicky looked down shyly, his heart starting to beat fast. This should NOT be hard. He even fucking practiced this opening line back in his dorm room about twenty times.

“Tor and me be chillin tonight. Told me to just swing on by, like, six-ish or so.”

It was 5:45 PM.

Lee’s face screwed up in confusion.

“You sure about that?  Cause I’m almost positive, before he left Wednesday night, he
told me the team was traveling to Michigan for that game last night, then I thought he said they were just heading straight on to Ohio and not comin back to campus.  They have the Ohio State game tomorrow, right? I swear he said they weren’t coming home between games.  I didn’t think he was due back til sometime Monday. But I could be wrong. I mighta misheard.”

Tonight was Friday.

“I think you did, dawg.  We specifically made these plans after our workout last Monday.  I’m s’posed to meet him here around six.  He’s been stressin with his midterms and finishing a paper or something. Said he really needed to party between games this weekend.  Cool if I wait?  He’s gonna show like any minute.”

“Su-su-sure, Nicky, I guess.  C’mon in.  I mean, if that’s what he said, it must be right.  It’s just, I swear I thought he said . . . oh, well, fuck it.  I mean, shit, you got beer, so that’s cool.”

Made it! Nicky thought, glad to get past that part.

He grinned and strode through the door, past Lee, who could only sigh as
he watched the boy’s hard, firm butt flex sensuously through the beautifully clinging
mesh fabric. 

Lee stood and stared as Nicky walked over to put the beer down on Tor’s desk. The waistband of his shorts hung so wonderfully low on the luscious rise of Nicky’s bubble ass. 

There was eye candy, and then there was Nicky — a freakin’ ten-pound box of Godiva creams.

“I’m not interruptin’ anything, am I, dude?” Nicky turned and tried to innocently ask.

“No — no, no, not at all, just messin’ with my laptop, lookin for something hot to watch later.  Plus, findin some stuff I’m lookin to download. Then I was just gonna sketch a little.  A friend o’ mine is s’posed ta drop by around 10.  We’re gonna hang and watch vids together.”

“Wanna beer?” Nicky asked, opening the case and helping himself to
one.

“Hell yeah!” Lee said.  “Cool, thanks,” he added, as he caught the beer
Nicky tossed.

“So what vids you watchin’?”

“What?” 

Lee found himself unable to process Nicky’s question, flustered at being alone
with this young muscle-god.  He could feel thick arousal start to build in
his shaft.

Nicky clarified.

“You and your friend. Said you was gonna chill later and watch something?”

“Oh, sure, yeah.  Right.”

“So whatcha gonna watch?  Somethin’ I seen?”

Nicky felt like a dolt. Zero boy-game. He will never get laid by a sexy dude because he sounded like a clod.

Lee had to make a quick call.  The deal was, one of his friends, Donny, also gay, was going to drop by later after his shift at the co-op.  Lee had been
searching his favorite gay porn sites for some cool clips to watch.  The
two of them were gonna get high, then stroke and suck to porn for a couple hours.  

Lee had been planning to take advantage of his homophobic cave-man of roomie
being gone to enjoy some sexy-ass fun with one of his fuck buddies. But now, if Tor was dude back any minute to slam beers with Nicky, it looked like that plan was shot.

Anyway, should he tell Nicky the hot boy-time he’d planned? Was Nicky as virulently straight as Tor?  

He sure as hell didn’t seem to be.  Nicky was easily the sweetest, nicest, most child-like innocent, of all his roommate’s jock friends.  

Definitely the hottest.  Hands down. Grade A choice.  

Nicky was track & field — decathlon, maybe — and his body was eye-popping awesome.  Dude must have spent half his life in a gym.  

Plus, he was breathtakingly gorgeous: blonde hair buzzed short on the sides and back, kinda ragged and spiky-perfect, but natural-looking, on top; soulful blue eyes that could
just melt you; and strong, masculine young movie-star handsomeness.  

Lee has had several hot stroke sessions that semester, fantasizing about Nicky.

So, could he be honest about his plans with Donny, or should he . . . ?  Fuck it, why lie?  After all, Nicky knew he was gay.  Tor sure as hell made enough nasty cracks about his roommate’s sexuality whenever he had his fellow uber-pussy-hound jock-bros over.

Lee smiled and relaxed into his decision to be honest.  

“Nah, I don’t think you seen this, Nick.  It’s gay shit — hardcore leather porn.  My boy Donny was supposed to drop by later — when I thought Tor would be out — we were gonna bust a couple nuts together while we watched it.  Jack and suck and fuck ‘n’ shit.  You know, guys night in.”

Nick tried to act suave and worldly. He even winked at Lee.

“Sounds hot, homie!”

He raised his beer can in a toast.  

“To sex — however and with whoever. To gettin it the fuck on!”

Actually, Nicky thought jealously, Lee’s evening sounded hot as fuck.  He
wished he and his buds would do shit like that — watch hot gay
porn and stroke and suck and fuck together. Party-heartying like they do, except queer — being able to revel in each other’s horniness. 

Only his bros were all straight as shit. Or at least they acted like they were.  

But Nicky did, too — for whatever that was worth.

The thought of what Lee had planned with his fuck-bro only whetted Nicky’s
desperate appetite even sharper.  

The real reason Nicky was here tonight was because he knew Tor wouldn’t be back til late Monday.  He’d been hoping he’d catch Lee alone in his room like this, and that the sexy-ass hottie would buy his stupid bullshit story about Tor and him having made plans, so that Nicky could chill here and pound down some beers for a bit — and somehow, some way, figure out how to get something interesting to happen.

Because, damn, somethin sure as fuck had to happen soon.  He’d been absolutely losing his shit lately, out of his fuckin’ mind with hard, raw desire.

Nicky Lane was a very, VERY gay-curious young jock, who for years has fantasized about how hot it would be to fool around with another boy — especially another fine young muscle-jock like himself.  

All through high school strong, secret, urgent desires kept tormenting him — fueled by the fit dudes he was surrounded by as a young athlete. Not to mention all the hot-muscled
dudes in his stroke-worthy fitness mags and the gay porn sites he checked out
regularly.  As an incoming freshman athlete, Nicky had hoped that being on his own here at college, away from home and high school friends, surrounded by hot jock muscle and thick jock cock, he’d have been only too able to explore his desire.  

After all, so many of the college jock porn stories he’d devoured in the year or so before graduation had led him to believe that college dorms and locker rooms were just one vast, churning sea of pure testosterone — guys wearing almost nothing, or bare-ass, thrown temptingly together in such intimate proximity, letting their natural same-sex attraction flourish and blossom.  But so far there’d been no easy way for Nicky to test the waters.  

None of the dudes on the track team, or any of the other jocks he’d met since coming to college, ever gave off even the slightest sign they’d be down for the kind of hot,
nasty, boy-on-boy action Nicky was about ready to bust for.

Encountering Lee, then — the only out gay boy he’d ever known — had been so
frustratingly wonderful.  He loved dropping by Tor’s room as often as he could, just to soak up being close to a boy whom he knew was totally into the kind of sex he
wanted a taste of.  

Plus, Lee was freakin’ HOT. He wasn’t a jock, but he was sooooo lean and muscular.  Nicky once asked him how he stayed in such great shape — during yet another of Nicky’s half-assed attempts at flirting, which had led absolutely nowhere — and he’d learned Lee had been working out regularly since junior high. There was this great gym at the private school he went to, Lee told him, with tons of machines, so he’d picked up the fitness obsession early.  Now, here at college, Lee had found a few friends who were regulars with him at the campus rec center.  So that explained the smoking hot body.

And the dude was gorgeous as fuck, with a sexy sort of bad-boy, art-punk hotness that Nicky found crazy-attractive — shoulder-length, jet black hair he usually kept tied in back; always a sexy three-day stubble on his face; and those earrings and pierced nipples,
which drove Nicky nuts.  

He’d had hella late-night stroke-sessions in his dorm-room, to thoughts of Lee’s hot body and sexy face.

In fact, it was during just such a session last night — shooting yet another load in a fevered stroke fantasy over his gay crush — when Nicky had hatched his half-assed plan to drop by Lee’s dorm-room, on the pretext of partying with Tor, who he’d claim was due back “any fuckin’ minute,” in hopes of chilling alone with Lee.

Now that he was here, though, and had successfully breached the perimeter, Nicky was a little confused about just how his silly-ass plan was supposed to play out.  With girls it was no problem — most times they just threw themselves at smoking-hot, muscle-stud athletes like Nicky. 

But, damn, how did it work with dudes, Nicky wondered.  He had to figure that out because he wanted to start fooling around with boys in a major way.

Maybe he should just blurt something out like, “Lee, I’m so fuckin’ hot for you, dawg!  Really wanna get wit’ you, dude!” 

The problem there, though — what if Lee then said he wasn’t really into Nicky, or jocks in general, or whatever?  And then, even worse, what if Lee then tells Tor, “Dude, your ace bud Nicky turns out to be a total fag?” This boy-sex shit was fucking complicated as fuck!  

You KNOW the sex must hot as fuck, Nicky laughed to himself, if it’s this damn tough to get a taste of it!

Anyway, now that he was here alone with the dude, Nicky’s spirits were flagging fast. Lee seemed way out of Nicky’s league — the boy was super sophisticated, seriously hip, witty as hell, arty, and had that slick, bohemian-outlaw style.  His friends were all hip and fashionable, too.  Nicky was just some corn-fed jock bumpkin.  

He was heartened, though, to hear Lee immediately talking about watching leather daddy vids and having steamy dude-sex that sounded hot as fuck.  Maybe Nicky and Lee could just kind of hook up on that level — pure male lust.  They both had that in common, no doubt. Plus, they were both hot, horny, good-lookin’ dudes.

OK, Nicky, there’s your play, dawg — get ‘r done. So he tried to sound smooth.

“Man, you gay dudes sure got your sex game goin’ on tight. Hell, I could never ask a chick over to watch porn with me.”

Lee grinned. He immediately liked where he didn’t dare hope this might go.

“Why the fuck not, Nicky?”

“I dunno know, really — ‘cept I just get the vibe that the girls I know ain’t that into hot, raw shit like jackin to porn.  Oh well.  So hey — you said you’re lookin to download some shit?  More porn? Movies? Music?”

“More porn, I guess you’d say.  There’s this genius comics illustrator I follow. Insanely great artist — dude’s like a god to me, named Cole Miner. He does this amazing gay porn comic I adore, called RAN-DAR, about this Tarzan sort of guy, who’s freakin’ built as fuck and hung like a frakkin’ horse, and he gets into all these totally hot sex adventures in the jungle.

“Every fuckin’ dude the guy draws is built as fuck, with really massive luscious muscles, and they all have these huge fuckin’ uncut cocks.  His comics are really just an
excuse to show beefy studs sucking and fucking and getting hard and shit. I’m like addicted to it.”

Lee kind of checked himself. He didn’t want to blather on like a raving gay fanboy, but Nicky looked so sweet and innocent and into what he was saying, that Lee thought, fuck it, and went on raving.   

“The stories are gonna sound corny to you, no doubt — like, in the latest issue, Ran-dar and his hot young native companion, Tulu get captured by these Egyptian priests, who put them in a kind of chain-sling, then ream their asses with golden dildos and milk their cocks into jeweled chalices, cause they get their mystic power from drinking man-seed.  So it’s super queer shit like that, but, damn, it always gets me hard as fuck.  

“Ran-dar and Tulu go around nude all the time, wearin’ just a piece of vine tied around their waists. Most all the other dudes in the comics are naked all the time, too.  He
draws so incredibly realistic, it’s amazing.  And beside the fact that the comics are just hot as fuck, they’re also just the kind of sexy comics art I want to do.  You used to have to always buy ‘em in print, but now you can download ’em.”

Lee paused. He was totally getting all breathless and carried away.  Being alone with the near-naked, super-hot, straight-stud Nicky was making him head spin. He had to remind himself that straight dudes found gay shit disgusting. Tor, for example, HATED to see Lee’s RAN-DAR comics lying around the dorm. He always ragged on him about it.

“Dude, can you please put your fuckin’ fag comics away?  I don’t want my friends havin’ to look at fag shit when they come over!”   

Nicky, though, amazingly enough, didn’t seem disgusted at all. Shyly, nervously, cautiously, he went a tad further.

“If you’re interested, I got tons of them. You wanna check one out and see what I mean?”

Nicky tried to stifle the excitement in his voice.  

“Sure! Love to, man!”

Fuck, if Lee only knew how MUCH he wanted to see one! New gay porn was ALWAYS a treat for Nicky. He spent tons of time alone in his dorm room looking at all the hot gay shit he could find online.

The keyed-up jock sat back eagerly and watched as Lee sashayed that sexy-ass body across
the room, over to his desk, to grab his comics stash out of a drawer.

Damn! Nicky thought, as he ogled that cute, firm butt — dimpled glutes flexing in those sexy, skimpy briefs — could I ever go for a piece of that!

He felt his dick stiffen and tingle as those only-too-familiar pangs of boy-lust began to bubble up uncontrollably.

Lee walked back towards him, and Nicky couldn’t resist gazing hungrily at
that nice long thickness jostling deliciously in the dude’s sexy briefs as he moved.
Fuck, is Lee ever hung!  Damn, would he like to pull that boy-meat out and take a taste.  

And those nipple-rings! Bouncing oh-so-sexily against the dude’s hard, flat pecs as he walked. Aw shit! Nicky moaned to himself. Suddenly he had a vision — him and Lee, lying in bed together, kissin’ and shit, gettin’ hard together, and Nicky pullin’ and teasin’ those sexy-ass nipple-rings! Then another lust-jolt buzzed through Nicky’s groin as he wondered if Lee had a cock-piercing.

Sheepishly, Lee offered a stack of his most smolderingly hot gay comics to the jock stud.  

“Here, dude, check ‘em out. Prob’ly WAAAYYY too gay for a stud like you, but see if you don’t dig the art as much as me.”

“Aw Fuck! Freakin’ HOT!” 

Nicky couldn’t suppress an excited, knee-jerk rave when he saw the cover of the comic
on the top of the stack, showing a white-skinned muscle god, swinging on a vine, with a ridiculously huge (but sexy-as-fuck), long, thick, uncut cock, all veiny and drippy,  dangling way down, almost to his ankles. There was an equally muscular, equally hung, gorgeous black muscle-stud on the cover, lying on a leopard-skin bed, in a cool, primitive-looking tree house, strokin’ his rock-hard monster-cock, in obvious anticipation of sex with the Jungle Lord.  

Shit, Nicky thought, feeling that tell-tale stirring in his groin, I’m gonna be totally boned like any second. This shit is catnip to a dude like me.

Nicky leafed through the magazine and started getting breathless and edgy with lust.  Any
given page of the comic, had he been alone in his room and able to jack like crazy, would be enough to have him spurting in seconds.  

In the story in which he’d become instantly immersed, Ran-dar and his faithful warrior friend were bathing each other in a jungle stream — depicted by lots of panels of the two nude studs washing and muscle-worshipping and stroking each other, muscles huge and hard-carved and beautifully drawn, with the most hugely suckable nips and monstrous uncut cocks in various stages of hardness.  

Nicky couldn’t help a soft groan when Tulu knelt down, jacking his huge black cock, and lavished oral pleasure on the Jungle Lord’s mega-cock. Tulu’s thick, sexy lips looked awesome as they engulfed that enormous shaft.

“Mighty Ran-dar need Tulu to relax him after such a hard hunt,” the sexy
black stud purred. Nicky immediately dreamed about those beautifully plump lips on his own dick.

Fuck, Nicky was absolutely loving this shit!  

He realized he’d actually been stroking himself, through the soft, loose material of his shorts, unable to control the reflex-reaction from the testosterone stirred up and coursing through him from such scorching hot gay porn. 

He immediately let his hand casually drift off his crotch, hoping Lee didn’t catch his involuntary meat-beating impulse.

The next page proved even hotter, showing another, equally hot, villainous-looking stud, secretly spying on Ran-dar and his friend. The spy’s massive, carved torso was encased in a couple of tight, form-fitting, leather straps that were sexy as fuck, and the dude’s enormous schlong was barely covered by the teensiest little leather thong. The sexy spy’s huge, uncut cock-head was easy to make out under the form-fitting scrap of leather, and half the shaft of his thick horse-cock was uncovered.  

Nicky realized his hands were shaking as his eyes drank in all the smoldering comic hotness. He needed to set this shit down before he blew a load. Just a couple more pages, though.

He started flipping through a bit more and saw that the hot leather-daddy spy had taken Ran-dar prisoner and was fucking the shit out of him in some cool-ass tent. Aw fuck, did he ever want a copy of this comic book!

Lee’s excited voice cut through Nicky’s horned-up stroke-reverie.  

“So? So? You ain’t say nothin. Waddya think, Nick? I mean, you must fuckin’ dig it, cause you been strokin’ yourself like a fuckin’ gay dude while you were readin!”

Nicky jolted back down to earth and closed the comic, regrettably. His voice sounded dry and trembling with lust.

“Damn, Lee, I mean, what can I say? I ain’t never seen shit like that, dude.  It’s pretty fuckin’ wild.  Dude draws absolutely amazing. And fuck yeah I was strokin, why the fuck shouldn’t I? Fuck, bro, this shit is sexy as hell even for a straight boy.”

Lee’s eyes bugged out, genuinely surprised.  

“You’re shitting me! No fucking way a straight dude gets off on that!”

Nicky stammered, scrambling to defend how aroused he’d been, trying to play it off as no big thing. 

“Fuck yeah they do! Why the fuck shouldn’t they?  It’s s’posed to be sexy, innit? Just cause I ain’t gay like you don’t mean I can’t find dudes sexy, ‘specially mega-sexy cartoon dudes what are hung like motherfuckers and hot as fuck.  A straight boy can totally appreciate how hot a good-lookin’ dude looks, and get hella turned on by hot muscle and a big-ass dick. I mean, an awesome-looking cock is just fucking awesome, period. It’s same with girls, Lee — girls boys have over t’ the dorm be lookin at our girly mags all the damn time, hours on end. Lee, e’ery damn sport I ever played, at every damn level, dudes be checkin each other out all the damn time in the locker room and showers. Just how boys roll, I guess.”

“No shit.  I always wondered about that.  Huh, so now I know.”

Lee shot Nicky a sly, leering smile.  

“So tell me, bro, what the hell else do hot, straight-boy jocks do in those locker rooms and showers, hmmm?”

Nicky burst out laughing, relieved they weren’t talking any more about why the comic had gotten him hard as fuck.

“None o’ yer damn business, horn-dog!  Hey, Lee, you want another beer? Wonder where the fuck Tor is? Flight back must be late.” 

Nicky got up off the chair to get them more beers, and quickly saw he was still ridiculously hard and tenting from the RAN-DAR comic.  He tried to pivot his groin away quickly, but saw by the wicked grin on Lee’s face he was busted.

“Damn, Nicky! You sure as fuck DID like RAN-DAR!”

Nicky hated how he could feel the hot blush start to ooze instantly in his cheeks. He tried to play it as nonchalant as he could.

“Dude, get a grip!  I told you it was hot.  Wasn’t the guy drawing it to get dudes off?”

Lee couldn’t resist teasing the sexy straight dude.  

“Sure, Nicky — GAY dudes! And yeah, I’d love another beer.”

“ALL dudes, knucklehead.  ANY dude who can appreciate a hot-looking guy is gonna get off on those sexy drawings. Specially athletes! If you’re gonna be an athlete, and work your body into peak form, you gotta have a pretty fuckin’ good aesthetic appreciation for a fine-looking body on a dude.  Otherwise, how you s’posed to know how to sculpt yourself to look
like that?  You get what I’m sayin? It’s not just for gay boys they be showin all those shots of hot, black, bare-chested football players warmin up, during the pre-game shows.”

Nicky tossed another beer to Lee and popped his own open.

Lee gave Nicky another sly, sexy grin.

“Relax, dawg.  Just fuckin’ with ya!” 

All Lee could think about, actually, was just how much he’d like to be fuckin’ with Nicky right this very minute.  

“I know you’re straight as fuck.”

Nicky started sulking inside, frustrated.  He didn’t quite understand how, but somehow, he suddenly realized, he’d missed a perfect opportunity with that hot gay comic to move things with Lee into high gear.  But he’d gotten side-tracked, fooled into trying to defend his manhood. 

Fuck! He and Lee should be strokin’ their big-ass dicks together, right now, over one of those sexy-ass comics!  But he’d been all embarrassed and ashamed at his arousal, and being outed, and the opportunity slipped by.  Damn! Big fucking rookie mistake!

He tried to figure out some small talk to get the mood where he wanted it going.

Suddenly Nicky thought of something.

“So Lee, did you say you wanted to draw like that sexy comic artist?”

Lee became totally into talking about his career dreams.

“Yeah, I’m a studio arts major — if you didn’t know.  Drawing and illustration. And that’s definitely my goal — to do gay comics and art like that.  You probably ain’t noticed it, but the internet is crawling with shit like those comics. Despite what the nazi homophobes want people to believe, the world is getting more and more gay-friendly, so I’m hoping there’s gonna be more and more of a market for art like that.”

Nicky was genuinely impressed. Then he thought of a great question.

“You got any samples of your work I can see?” 

He hoped so, excited that he might get to see some more gay porn — this time sketched by Lee’s own hand!  

Nicky relaxed back into his horniness. Shit was getting nice and sexy again.

Lee was instantly amped, delighted to show some of his work — which he knew was
VERY good — to such a sexy, straight jock-stud.

“Fuck yeah I do! Love to show you, bro.” 

He strode across the room to get some samples of his work. Nicky’s eyes glittered, glued to the hot boy’s cut muscle and sexy ass and thick package every second of the way.

Lee leafed through the large stack of sketchpads leaning against the wall by his desk,
making sure to choose the ones filled with male nudes. He grabbed a couple to show Nicky.

“Here, check ‘em out.  Tell me what you think.  And be honest, dawg.  I can take it. I mean, I know I’m not there yet, but tell me what you think.”

Nicky set his beer down and leafed through the top sketchbook.  He was awe-struck immediately.

“Holy fuck, Lee!  You seriously drew these? Dude, these are in-FUCKING-credible!”

Each page of the large sketchbook was covered the most amazingly perfect drawings of guys’ chests, torsos, arms, legs, asses, feet, cocks — LOTS of cocks, which Nicky stared at longest.  

Each muscle Lee had drawn, each luscious-looking cock, was perfectly rendered and shaded, almost three-dimensional.  And sexy as fuck!  

As Nicky leafed through the book, treating the pages delicately, like they were fine
art-prints, he could feel the electric tingle of boy-lust stirring in his groin again.  

In every beautifully drawn ass, gorgeously rendered cock, beautiful upper or lower body, there was a desire for male flesh that was almost tactile — and Nicky resonated perfectly with that desire.  Lee was giving the same adoration to male beauty that Nicky gave, every time he pored over internet porn or gazed a little too long at a fit dude in the shower.

“Fuck, dude, you are absolutely amazing!  Lee, seriously dude, these are EASILY as good as that comic book guy.  I am waaaayyyy impressed, bro!”

Lee stood up and put his hand forward to Nicky, who clasped it in a strong, warm, genuinely heartfelt bro-shake. Nicky hoped he was sending strong horny vibes with his grip, too.

Lee gazed at Nicky, with both friendship and carnality.

“Thanks, man.  Means so damn much to me to get compliments like that.”

They held the hand-clasp too long, obviously, but both boys seemed cool with the physical contact.  

Suddenly Lee, fearful that Nicky would think Lee was making a pass, nervously broke the handshake. He gathered his sketchbooks up. As he did, he mused aloud, letting Nicky know a relevant factoid about his friend Tor.

“Tor fucking hates my drawings. You know that, right.  ‘Fag art,’ he always calls it.”

“Aw, don’t trip, Lee.  Tor can be a total idiot a lot of the time.  You gotta know how to take the dude.  It’s just bluster. He probably jacks to your sketchbooks when you ain’t in the room.”

Lee laughed. 

“Yeah, right!”

Nicky was so damn cool, Lee thought. He was crushing like crazy on the hot boy, feeling wave after wave of lust for all that gorgeous muscle washing over him.  He couldn’t keep this up much longer, he realized.  

Lee was growing light-headed, being alone and intimate like this with the physical perfection that was Nicky Lane. He couldn’t stop staring at the sexy jock’s beautiful, dime-sized nipples, with those hard, pert nubs sticking out, beautifully punctuating his smooth, chiseled pecs. His mouth ached to tease and lick and suck those hot nips, and trail his tongue all over awesome chest.  

Oh Nicky, Lee sighed to himself, why the FUCK ain’t you gay?  Shit, could we ever have
fun!

Nicky equally chafed under the force of his desire for the hot, scantily clad boy sitting so tantalizingly close to him. That sexy stubble on Lee’s face begged to be kissed and licked all over. 

Spit some damn game, Nicky! Eyes on the prize!

“So dude, like, who poses for you when you draw those nudes?”

“Oh, models in drawing class mostly.  Plus, I got some friends who pose sometimes, dudes with hot bodies.  But that’s rare, cause both the muscle-studs I know are crazy busy all the time.”

Inspiration struck Nicky suddenly, like a second wind kicking in. Excited and breathless, he blurted it out. 

“Hey, dawg — how come you ain’t never asked ME to pose?  Don’t you think I got a nice body? Fuck, dude, I got great definition.”

Lee looked like he’d swallowed something wrong.

“Dude, are you fucking serious?”

He broke out laughing at the sheer, rank, stupid ridiculousness of him not thinking Nicky Lane had a nice body.  

“Nicky, dude, you have, like, the BEST body of anyone I know. Easily. You’re like muscular perfection. I’d fuckin’ LOVE to have you pose for me, dawg.  Any fuckin’ time, dude!  I mean — guess I just never thought to ask you.  You being Tor’s friend an’ all.  Not sure what the fuck that means, but still, you hang with a serious homophobe bro, so naturally — .” 

Nicky was all amped now. He wanted to get naked immediately.

“Fuck dude, I definitely wanna pose for you! Gotta see how you’d draw this hot fuckin’ body o’ mine.”

Nicky’s horny, maddeningly impatient hunger was now in full control.  He jumped up from the chair and whipped off his mesh shorts, not even noticing Lee’s wide, disbelieving eyes.  He did some muscle-poses, loving to see his cock all thick and dangly and (he hoped) tempting-looking. 

Then Nicky flexed and gave a loud wolf-howl and strutted around the dorm, in all his achingly perfect young jock glory, bellowing like a cave-man.

“Me Ran-dar! Me stud-king of the jungle!  Worship my hot fuckin’ body!  Me super-jacked sexy-ass jungle lord with big fuckin’ jungle dick!” 

His long jock thickness bobbed and bounced merrily as he strode around the room.

Lee was torn between laughing his ass off and shooting a load.  This was
too freakin’ much.  Nicky’s cock was a thick, long, smooth piece of uncut boy meat, the head mostly covered by a tasty-looking hood. The dude’s ball-sac was jostling with two plum-sized orbs. Lee couldn’t stop staring. He wanted to go right over there and take every luscious inch of Nicky into his mouth, but he knew this was just sexy-ass jock-play.  

Student-athletes, Lee had learned, were enviably comfortable with their hot bodies, always looking for any excuse to show them off.  Lee’s room-mate Tor, for example, was always going around nude, wagging his big-ass dick at Lee, sneering, “You’d love to wrap those pretty fag lips around this shit, wouldn’t you, dude?” Lee would just roll his eyes and give his asshole roomie the finger, knowing his teasing offer was more of his moronic gay-baiting.

Nicky stopped his jungle-boy goofing, thinking he might have gone too far. But he kept on posing and flexing, in earnest now, the way he always did alone in his dorm, in front of the mirror. 

Nicky was in his happy place now, nude and feeling sexy as fuck, showing off his hard-carved muscle and thick dangling cock. He’d never showed off this seductively to a gay boy before, and he was hoping desperately the sexy hottie would take the bait.  

“Seriously, Lee — I’d be fucking honored to pose for you, dude.  Really! Right now, if you want!  I’d love to see how you draw me.”

Lee could barely control his excitement.  

“HELL YEAH!” 

To be able to gaze on the sheer erotic splendor of Nicky Lane — all that smooth, naked, cut muscle on gorgeous display — that thick, achingly perfect, uncut beauty dangling
between those hard-carved thighs — the jock-stud’s round, meaty, perfect muscle-ass — damn, what a fuckin’ dream come true!

The eager boy sprung into action.  He dashed over to his desk and pulled a brand-new
sketchbook from the back of the stack leaning against the wall. Then he grabbed his
pencil case off the top of the desk.  In seconds he was back in his chair, heart racing.

Lee’s hands shook as he chose a pencil from the case.  He couldn’t believe he had Nicky
Lane as a nude model!  

Suddenly, though, fear gripped him. What if Tor — due any minute, apparently — walked in on the two of them?  Oh well, fuck it — this was a gift from the gods, and Lee was just going to enjoy every fucking second.

His voice, when he finally spoke, trembled as badly as his hands, 

“All right, Nicky, just strike a pose you’re comfortable with, and hold it for a while.”

Nicky stood tall, a few feet from Lee. He flexed and shimmied his body a bit (causing Lee’s breath to catch), then settled himself into a pose that beautifully displayed his cut athletic beauty in all its naked erotic power — just a simple, off-hand pose, standing casually, but breath-taking.

Lee just stared for a few seconds, his pencil poised hovering an inch above the surface of the sketchbook.

Fuck, Lee thought, as he gazed on the nude young god, displayed now in his bedroom like a marble athlete would stand in a museum: just watching the boy’s awesome body naked is so damn amazing.  Nicky could sell porn tapes of just him standing around bare-assed, not doing anything else, just posing there. I could easily jack to this shit, Lee thought to himself.

The young jock-god’s musculature was perfectly carved marble, beautifully proportioned,
grooves and curves everywhere. And there at the center of all that smooth, jock-muscle perfection, the crowing glory, that long, fulsome, seven, maybe eight-plus inches of thick, luscious, uncut boy-meat.  

Lee was glad Nicky’s head was turned away, in a classic muscle-pose, so that he could ogle lewdly for a bit.  He finally took a deep breath and began to sketch.

Once he began to draw, Lee’s tremors calmed, and what replaced them was the rich, suffused energy of artistic creation.  Soon sketch after sketch began filling the pages of his sketchbook, each image of masculine beauty gorgeously detailed and incredibly life-like.  Lee was inspired; he could feel his talent being goaded to new heights.  

Nicky was easily the best model he’d ever had — not just because the jock hottie had the best body, but because he seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of posing, knowing just what stance to take to show off his body best, revealing new, breath-taking facets with ever new twist and turn. 

Lee guessed the boy’s body-knowledge must have come from hours spent flexing and posing in front of a mirror, either in a weight room or his bedroom. Jocks did that constantly, Lee knew — not just from rooming with Tor, but from his own history in gyms.  Plus Nicky could hold a pose perfectly for long, luscious minutes.

So, for the next forty minutes or so, Nicky would hold a pose for a good long while while, ask Lee if it was OK to switch, then strike a new one.  This allowed Lee time to do lots of drawing of each pose: several whole-body sketches, plus lots of details of various body parts he wanted especially to practice sketching — shoulders, abs, arms; pecs (because nipples were tough to get perfect, but so erotic when you did — and Nicky’s were diamond-hard perfect that night); and that mouth-watering ass! Even feet, because Nicky’s were large and perfectly shaped, with those long, suckable toes.

And lots and lots of cocks, of course! Because no matter how many times Lee drew Nicky’s dick, in so many different views, he never got tired of tracing each gorgeous contour.  It felt like a labor of love, an homage, to get Nickys dick as suckably perfect as possible.  His artistic rendering became a way of having sex with Nicky, allowing Lee to worship that cock in the only way possible between these two boys. He made love to that glorious cock on paper.  

Each time, as Lee watched Nicky’s gorgeous manhood come to life after a few studied lines and shadings, he would imagine his fingers and mouth playing with it, working it over, slowly, sensuously. His passion fueled his art.  But damn, the frustration! How many times Lee wanted to just throw down his pencil and pad, walk over to Nicky, get down on his knees, and let life imitate art, worshipping that supreme length of boy-meat they way it deserved, pleasuring the long, thick, mouth-watering shaft as exquisitely as possible, tracing the flesh-hooded head with his tongue, round and round, then licking down to linger over his loose, fulsome nut-sac.

Oh, how he wished he had the nerve to ask Nicky to bend over and spread his cheeks, so he could do a hundred sketches of what Lee knew would be a tight, achingly perfect, cherry pucker!

At one point Lee tried an experiment. Nicky was posing with his back to Lee, so the young artist could work on delts, ass, quads, and calves.  But at one point, after he’d sketched that pose enough, Lee didn’t ask Nicky if he could shift positions.  Instead, he flipped over a sheet of paper and wondered if he could sketch Nicky’s cock from memory.  

He could! His cock throbbed harder from that drawing — from having to conjure up unseen that most erotic, evocative image, burned deep and vivid into his brain — than from any other sketch he’d done so far.

The sketching went on for another half-hour, but there was a timelessness in the space of that dorm room.  So much so that neither boy ever wondered aloud where Tor might be.

For Nicky, he wanted Lee to appreciate every single sexy line and curve and bulge on his body.  He was advertising himself — aesthetically, sexually, blatantly, completely, shamelessly — in order to make himself irresistible to Lee.  Throughout the last forty-some minutes, as Nicky’s boy-lust grew more and more unbearable, he’d burned with the vain hope that any second Lee would toss aside that damn sketchbook, burst out of his chair, rush over and embrace his horny, sexy model, their thick cocks pressing hard against each other and lips mashing in ecstasy. Whereupon both boys would fall on the bed, and Nicky’s soul-deep desire for raw, nasty, boy-on-boy sex would at long last be gloriously consummated.

As for Lee, after about a half-hour of drawing Nicky, skillfully reproducing all the beautiful curves and bulges of that chiseled frame and gorgeous cock, his mind and pencil seemed to become charged with the overwhelming, endlessly recurring lust-fantasy Lee lived constantly here at college, the obsessive desire he’d developed from rooming with Tor, of turning a gorgeous, straight, big-dicked, college-jock stud.  It was so frustratingly wonderful to room with Tor — forced intimacy with a hot, beautifully-built, straight-stud, athlete hottie, whom he couldn’t stop fantasizing about, and who surrounded himself with a bevy of beautiful, well-built college-jock dream-boy pussy-hounds.  Nicky was by far the hottest, but they were all so delicious-looking and, alas, all beyond romancing.

All year long, Lee has longed for, and stroked to, the chance to carve one of these sleek,
rippling studs away from his pack, using all his seductive wiles to initiate a straight muscle-stud into dude-sex.  Lee felt if he could just get one alone, under the exact right circumstances, and work things perfectly, the two of them would soon be naked together, writhing in ecstasy, their hard-muscled bodies pressed close, and thick cocks mashed together in tumescent fever, kissing with that furnace-like passion only two highly aroused males can feel.  

He could always see it so clearly in his mind: Lee would worship the young jock-stud’s muscles like no girl ever had, making the boy purr and coo in dick-thickening sensuousness.  His tongue would trail down, lingering over stone-hard abs, until it got to the boy’s rock-hard cock.  After five or ten minutes of the finest cock-sucking the horny young hottie had ever known, Lee’s tongue would start to tease his taint — and hearing the jock-hottie’s welcoming moan of ecstasy, Lee would get right to work on that sweet cherry boy-cunt —  dreamily, sexily, wantonly, rapaciously, he’d lick and lap and tongue-fuck until the young stud was screaming with the need to feel Lee’s hard, pierced cock fill up his virgin ass — which Lee would proceed to do with relish, letting his hot new jock fuck-buddy discover what muscle-studs’ hardbodies were made for. 

Here at a school with a major athletic program, Lee was consumed 24/7 with this fantasy. He wanted to sexually transform a straight young alpha-male jock, be a curious het jock’s first-time, feeding off the rush of a strong, good-looking, previously cis stud acknowledging his same-sex desire.  Lee wanted to turn them all, burn a trail through the cute muscle-asses of each and every one of Tor’s jock-stud boys.  And Tor himself, of course. Next to Nicky, Tor was the one he most wanted to watch suck his cock voraciously, then ram that Tor-slobbered dick into the meaty, alabaster-hard muscle-ass of his ‘straight’ super-hot roomie. Lee totally agreed with what his friend Donny said — a homophobe as virulent as Tor is masking over excruciatingly intense gay longing.

As Lee’s recurrent j/o fantasy thrummed through his mind, he finished sketch after sketch of the glory that was Nicky’s musculature; detail after detail of that long, smooth, plump, perfect piece of boy-meat.  His drawings were hymns to muscle-lust, valentines to the straight jocks he wanted to seduce and have his way with.

Fuck, he thought, as he studied Nicky — posing there with his beautifully muscled back to Lee, affording him yet another extraordinary opportunity to artistically worship that hard, round, perfectly shaped butt — if he only had the nerve to make a pass at this awesome sex-god jock.  But Nicky wasn’t just the cutest boy in Tor’s alpha-pack, he seemed the straightest, the most innocent one.  

Lee decided they should knock off now, before the sharp, desperate pangs of unfulfilled sexual desire consume him completely and he does something to make an idiot of himself — and loses what appears to now be a cool friendship with Nicky.

“OK, Nicky — my hand’s gettin tired.  That was fucking awesome, dude, best posing session with a model EVER! I got some incredible sketches, wait’ll you see ‘em.  Your body is, like, perfect, Nicky.  You are the ultimate nude model, dawg.”

For his part, Nicky was a little sad the session was over.  He’d loved posing nude, flexing and showing off his hot body, feeling his cock throb deliciously at being exposed to another boy’s gaze, hopefully tempting the incredibly gorgeous gay dude into initiating the sex he was raging for. 

What an awesome night this was, Nicky thought. Even if they don’t hook up, this dumb-ass idea of his has turned out fairly amazing. Hanging — near-naked and then totally naked — with a seriously hot, seriously jacked, gorgeous gay dude, looking at those
totally hot gay-porn comics, seeing Lee’s nude drawings, posing. Hopefully they’d been flirting (it’s kind of felt like flirting to Nicky, though he’d never actually done any flirting before with a boy). 

Damn, Nicky thought, this was the way he wanted to kick back at college. Not that same-old, same-old with Tor and those dudes, where every night means drinking too much, playing endless amounts of video games or cards or dice, bullshitting about chicks, and ultimately — if those guys were like him, which he bet most were — feeling sexually frustrated over how much you wanted to get with each other.

“You sure, Lee?  Cause I’m still up for more.  Got lots left in the posing tank. This is actually kinda hot, I gotta say.”

Lee’s heart began to beat faster.  Is Nicky . . . ? No way. 

But there was one thing, Lee just thought of — I mean, if Nicky really wants to do some more posing — which might be pretty damn interesting to try — which might be amazing, actually — maybe which might even make Lee’s straight-jock stroke-fantasy a reality — but damn, did he dare?

“Well actually, Nick, if you’re game, I gotta say, well I’m kinda embarrassed as fuck to ask, but fuck, bro, just gonna put it out there, there’s one pose I could totally use practice on, cause I don’t get that much of a chance to, cause the models in my class obviously don’t do it. I sort of feel like an idiot asking you, dude. I mean, those 2 friends I was tellin you model for me, each of them has done it a couple times, and that’s sort of the only chances I’ve had. I mean, I don’t want to weird you out, dude.”

“Dude, stop the mealy-mouthed bullshit. Go ahead, bro — just tell me what to do.  I’m fine with any damn pose.  Seriously.  It’s just a total buzz you think my body looks hot enough to draw.”

“Fuck, Nicky, your body’s hot enough to do way more than draw, but seriously — OK, here’s the thing: if I’m gonna be getting together a portfolio to try and land a job illustrating gay porn comics, like I plan, I sure as fuck have to be able to draw a good hard-on.  I mean, you get it, right? You saw those RAN-DAR comics, dawg — those cartoon studs are sportin’ wood in like every other panel!  Like I say, I get very little chance to practice drawing rock-hard cock.  But if that seems too gay, I get it.”

Nicky grinned broadly. Oh hell yes! Shit’s about to get real, Nicky boy!

“Damn, son, piece of cake.  Shit, I’m always up for jacking a little, gettin’ hard. And I’m curious as hell to see some pictures of me sportin major wood, primed and ready to fuck. Hell yeah I’m down.”

Lee’s hands and fingers began trembling so much at the thought of what was about to happen, he wondered how the hell he’d be able to hold a pencil for this.  He couldn’t believe he’d had the nerve to suggest it.  

“Awesome, Nicky. Seriously appreciate this, dawg. Also, seriously want to see that big-ass dick hard.”

Nicky grinned, absolutely loving where this was going. This wasn’t even a date, and they hadn’t actually had sex, but it was already the best date Nicky had ever been on.

As Lee turned to a new page in his sketchbook, thrilling to the thought of what lie ahead, of watching Nicky stroke himself hard, he thought of something.

“Uh, Nicky — I’d be happy to give you a porn mag to look at, to get you hard, but all I got is gay shit. You could use your phone, I guess.”

“Lemme just grab another o’ those RAN-DAR comics, bro. That shit got me hard as fuck!”

Nicky walked over to stack on Lee’s desk.

Lee’s gaydar pinged like crazy hearing Nicky say that. The thought of Nicky being seriously hard-core gay under his sweet straight front was going off in his brain like a rocket as he sharpened a few pencils. 

Nicky leafed through the stack of gay comics, dazzled by the seriously hot drawings of naked, big-dicked muscle-studs. He finally choose one with an especially hot cover, showing an awesomely built dude with a pirate scarf on his head, plowing Ran-dar from behind.  Both dudes were so freakin’ jacked, that alone was enough to start a tingle in Nicky’s groin.  But the Jungle Lord’s huge uncut cock was fuckin gorgeous — hard as steel, spurting out a thick, creamy flood of a load, from the pleasure of what was no doubt a massive dick reaming his tight man-cunt.  

Nicky just gazed at the drawing of Ran-dar’s huge, granite-hard, monster-cock — the slight curve, the stretched-back foreskin, the beautifully veined shaft, and the dark, rose-pink head, erupting in a torrent of man-cream. Damn, would he ever like to get his hungry lips around something like that! 

Realizing his mouth was dry, Nicky swallowed, feeling the lust build in him. Lee’s right, he smiled to himself, he’ll definitely have to be able to draw big dicks, throwing major wood, to make it in this business.

Nicky called out to Lee as he lowered his naked muscle-ass into the dorm-room’s reading chair.

“OK if I just sit back, leaf through this mag, and stroke?” 

Fuck! thought Lee, looking at that perfectly carved body — legs, abs, torso,
arms; all gorgeously hard-packed and bulging. And capping all that beauty off, that long, thick, uncut beauty of a cock, sprawling fat and lazy and luscious against one of Nicky’s hard-carved thighs.  It was almost impossible again to fight the urge to just toss aside his sketchbook and go enjoy the tastiest-looking length of boy-meat he’d ever seen.

“Stroke away, dude.  And just so you don’t feel too awkward, Imma get naked, too.  No sense you feelin’ TOO self-conscious, right? Besides, I love hangin nude in the room, and you just look too damned comfortable.”

Nicky grinned. Oh yeah!

The idea to join Nicky in nudity had just popped into Lee’s mind.  No doubt, it was his dick screaming at him, nudging him closer and closer to trying to have raging-hot sex with this young muscle-god.  Maybe if they were both naked, Lee figured, and both hard (because Lee knew he’d be pure-steel watching Nicky stroke) — well shit, who knows what the fuck might happen?

So Lee set down his sketchbook for a second so he could wriggle his ass out of his skimpy briefs.  He couldn’t help but thrill, noticing Nicky’s eyes riveted on his long, floppy dick, especially the sliver ring dangling off his pierced cock-head.

Nicky’s voice, when he commented, sounded awed and excited at the sight.  

“FUCK, bro! You got a PA!  Dude, that’s so fuckin’ hot!!!  I been wonderin’, seein’ all your other hot piercin’s, if your cock was too.  I been wantin’ to get mine pierced since the start o’ freshman year.  Shit, Lee, that looks sexy as fuckin fuck!”

“Thanks, bro.  Gotta say, feels incredible when some dude starts playin’ with it. Electric  fuckin’ rush.  Dudes tell me all the time how awesome it feels when I’m fuckin’ em. First time I got fucked by a dude with a PA, I knew I wanted one.”

Nicky’s ass began to throb and tingle at the thought of that. But then Lee settled himself back in his chair and picked his sketchbook back up, much to Nicky’s dismay, since that gorgeous cock was now hidden. 

Lee started to draw and urged Nicky to start stroking. Nicky opened the comic and began to skim the first page, idly letting his fingers drift lightly over his meaty young cock.

Nicky was immersed immediately, lost in the hot porn rush on the very first page. He totally forgot there was another boy in the room, and just began the usual routine he used to pleasure himself — stroking steadily, then every so often, as he soaked up the incredibly erotic drawings, he’d let his balls jostle through his sensual fingers and lazily stroke his taint up and down, always taking a break now and then to suck on his fingers or spit on them, so they could glide slickly over his genitals.

Then (much to Lee’s wide-eyed delight) Nicky began licking his fingers more and doing circles around his pucker. After a minute or so of that is when he really began to stiffen, his almost eight soft inches growing longer and thicker and harder with each page of the comic and each poke of his finger.

In the issue he was reading, Ran-dar and Tulu had been charged with initiating into manhood a few young boys from the tribe.  The episode began with the two jungle studs bathing the boys in a stream, giving special attention to their ripe young cocks and smooth little ball-sacs, as well as poking and prodding sensuously in their cracks.  Nicky couldn’t help groaning at the way the cute young boys made facial expressions of utter delight, their lips pursed in pleasure, and their young cocks gradually hardening, as Ran-dar and Tulu pushed their fingers and tongues ever-deeper into those tight, virgin pussies — until, in one panel, the young’uns’ dicks were all jutting straight up, rock-hard, and dripping streams of cock-honey. 

Nicky was fully hard himself at this point — his now nine or so thick inches straining proudly up from his ripped thighs.  Lee’s breath came in slow, raspy gasps as he watched Nicky’s big hand trace up and down his huge, thick pole and the jock stud’s eyes seemed to burn a hole through the comic.

On the next page, the Jungle Lord and his helper, their own monstrous cocks fully hard, were shown carrying the four youths back to their tree-house with them, in order to
instruct them in all the sensual secrets of masculine pleasure. Both grown studs had a naked boy slung over either shoulder, and a finger buried deep in each grinning boy’s hole. Nicky’s cock throbbed and pulsated as he gazed longingly at those four, ripe, beautifully smooth, pre-teen asses being finger-fucked as the jungle studs strode through the tropical forest.

Suddenly, they were all scooped up in a heavy rope net, which lay disguised on the jungle floor. Ran-dar and Tulu, caught helplessly along with their four cute, frightened charges, carved muscle, man-cocks, sleek boy flesh and cute cocklets all mashed together erotically in the rope-net trap, stared angrily at their captors — a group of sexy pirates who appeared smirking and triumphant from their hiding place amid the jungle foliage.  

The pirates, Nicky thought, were hot as fuck — huge, hard muscles, and totally naked, except for the leather boots or sandals they wore, and big-buckled belts they had cinched around their waists, with swords or daggers tucked into them, leaving their enormous, uncut schlongs fully exposed.  The pirate band’s leader was this hot fucker with the most muscles and biggest cock, called the Corsair, who also wore a black leather chest harness Nicky thought looked hot as fuck.  

The Corsair ordered his men to give Ran-dar, Tulu, and the boys lotus nectar, which would make them docile and horny.  The plan was, once their captives were subdued, to take them aboard their ship, then sail down the river, where they would become the harem boys of the evil sultan Phallos.  

Of course, the roguish buccaneers also planned, once the lotus nectar had their prisoners all horny and sex-crazed, to spend the entire voyage down-river fucking the shit out of Ran-dar, Tulu, and the boys, to ensure their captives would make suitable sex-slaves for
the sultan.

This was simply the sexiest porn Nicky had ever seen. He was screamingly hard, poring over these hypnotically beautiful images of X-rated male erotica, stroking himself hard and leaky in utter boy-bliss. He was cruising paradise, no doubt. He’d been bored with his bros’ parties lately, and chilling tonight with Lee was the exact opposite of ‘boring’ — being able to flaunt naked muscle and cock with another hot boy, who was super into drawing Nicky’s naked muscle and big dick (he could hardly wait to see all the drawings Lee’s done of him), all while he publicly, casually, shamelessly indulged in his favorite hobby — looking at gay porn. 

For his part, Lee was as burning-eyed focused on the naked cock and muscle in front of him, as was Nicky. Lee seemed to move at rapid speed, feverishly sketching the hottest model he’d ever been privileged to draw, in the hottest of scenes. 

At times Lee would have to just sit back and soak in the mind-fuck nature of the porn tableau taking place in front of him — a straight, utterly gorgeous muscle-jock, lying back, in all his hard-cut splendor, his athletic physique perfectly chiseled, the muscle worked hard and defined, with that beautifully hard, mouth-watering nine-plus inches rising ramrod-straight from his groin, being so sensually jacked by the jock hottie.  

Making the picture even that much hotter — making it, for Lee, a classic — was watching Nicky, a one-hundred-percent straight dream-stud, getting that luscious prick all stiff and honey-dripping from soaking up what Lee knew to be some of the hottest, most hard-core gay porn around. Lee couldn’t remember if he’d ever been this aroused. It was like the lizard-brain in his dick was pinging off-the-charts with how hot it was to see a sexy jock stud jack to hot gay shit.

Early on in this second posing-session, after doing a couple quick practice-sketches of Nicky’s cock, Lee had decided to try and capture the insanely sexy complexity of the scene in front of him — “Straight Boy Gets His Gay On,” he was going to call it. He thought it might be a break-through drawing for him — work with a strong narrative meaning to it, a depth and significance beyond just another erotic study of the male nude. Lee could easily see Norman Rockwell doing such a scene — a wholesome, All-American Boy, discovering a beautiful truth about himself — if Rockwell had decided to explore gay themes.

He was about finished with the sketch — it was just going to be a fairly detailed study, which he’d spend the next week or so reworking into a truly finished drawing. But before he quit for the night, and while he still had Nicky hard, he wanted to spend just a bit more time on Nicky’s cock. He wanted to get this part of the draft sketch perfect — because Nicky’s cock deserved it. Lee was in love with Nicky’s dick.

It was funny, Lee thought — Nicky had gotten hard almost immediately from the comic. He could remember a couple times recently when he’d been with dudes who had really long thick dicks like Nicky’s. In both cases, it had taken Lee a good long while to get those thick, meaty pricks hard. His jaw ached from all the sucking he had to do. But Nicky got hard insta-fast, and stayed hard for so damn long. Lee swooned at the sexy jock-boy’s virility.

Nicky’s fully hard cock was just too beautiful. ‘Statuesque,’ is a cliche, but it was indeed like a precious sculpture in its shape and finish — smooth and thick, with a perfect frenum, foreskin stretched taut, around a perfectly curved, honey-glazed head.  Lee’s mouth was on constant water, his muscles seemed to twitch and start every now and then — instinctually, impatiently, straining to get his horned-up body over there to kneel down and orally worship that phallic vision.  But he kept sketching away, wanting his drawing to be perfect.

Finally, exhausted from the combined strain of lusting after Nicky’s body and trying to represent it in all its homoerotic perfection, Lee set his pencil down. The drawing, he thought, was amazing — easily the best thing he’d ever done, and the equal of the hottest page in any gay comic he’s seen.

“OK, dawg, I’m done.”

He grabbed the sketchbook he’d used for the first session and flipped the pages back to the earliest sketches. He held back the sketchbook with the last drawing, his favorite. 

“Dude, here — you gotta tell me what you think.  Start with the earlier sketches I did of you, first session, then I’ll show you the hard-on sketch.”

Nicky leaped up and grabbed the sketchpad Lee held out for him, slyly noticing that beautifully hard cock of Lee’s standing fierce and proud.  He was only able to tear his lustful gaze away from that achingly beautiful length of boy-meat because he was excited to see how Lee drew him.

Almost immediately, Nicky grew wide-eyed, dazzled by page after page of Lee’s sketches of him.  Not only marveling at the hot boy’s expert talent for rendering the human figure, but genuinely aroused at what were, face it, image after image of some very hot male porn.  Nicky’s hard-on was still
stiff and twitching.  He couldn’t believe it, but he totally had the body of a hot gay porn star. The thought got his erection pulsating.

At times Lee would grab the book, impatient to flip past lesser studies and ahead to a drawing of which he was especially proud. When he did this, given the intimacy of standing so close together, and the way he had to jostle his body to flip through pages on the huge pad, his hard cock would brush against Nicky’s thigh or ass, sending a thrilling jolt through them both.

Nicky oohed and aahed as he flipped through page after page of beautifully drawn, highly erotic gay porn, starring him as the porn-star.  The entire time he’d absent-mindedly stroke his straining hardness, as he would with any choice porn.  It was head-spinningly hot, especially standing next to the drop-dead sexy artist-boy himself, naked and hard and horned-up as he was.

At one point, Lee drew in close behind Nicky, resting his hands on the young decathlete’s smooth-sculpted delts, watching over Nicky’s shoulder as he pored over nude sketches of himself.  His body pressed tight against Nicky’s, his cock, pulsing with arousal, was wedged in tight against Nicky’s hip. Lee looked down Nicky’s front to see that cock he now had memorized rising majestically from
the boy’s cut, muscular thighs. 

It took every ounce of Lee’s restraint from reaching down to stroke that huge, inviting hardness.  Ramrod-straight, it stood up bold and tempting and dripping, just like a cock in the RAN-DAR comics.  Lee grew light-headed with the urge to slather his tongue all over every luscious inch, then work that outrageous length up his hungry ass.  Nicky’s cock seemed like it would never go soft: ripe, jutting, fiercely hard; long, thick, and smooth, spronging up and ready, full of promise and pleasure.  Underneath hung a full, droopy ball-sac, swinging low and heavy.  Nicky’s dick just throbbed with sex.

Lee grew worried, though, because Nicky, even though he seemed to like the drawings, hadn’t really said anything.

“So? So? Yes? Awful?”

Nicky was shook out of his daze. He’d been lost in the rush of pure, thrilling gay lust that had seemed to take over every nerve in his body and brain as he’d looked at Lee’s work, the homoerotic passion throbbing in each drawing that throbbed through Nicky’s entire being now, a passion for the sexual possibilities of the male body that Nicky saw as a perfect mirror of his own.  The boy Lee drew was a boy who wanted to have sex with boys.

His words came out in a kind of expelled sigh.

“Un-fucking-real, man. Unreal talent, utterly beautiful. I can’t believe how strong and sexy and — just so fuckin’ HOT you make me look, dude. Like I would fuck this guy you drew, definitely!”

“Dude, are you serious or just bull-shitting? I didn’t MAKE you look strong and sexy and hot, dude. Come on, man, you know how fuckin hot you are. And the fact that you want to fuck this dude — that you get that strong sexual force I tried to put into drawing you. Damn, man — killer compliment to my work. But seriously, Nicky — you’re so damn sexy and beautiful, any dude would want to fuck you.”

Lee’s voice grew thick and heavy with desire.

“I mean, damn, son, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.” 

Lee began to coo in soft worship as he stroked the boy’s powerful, ripped biceps.  Nicky melted into the touch. This was a moment of casual bro-intimacy that felt charged and timeless to both boys.

“You’re so fuckin’ built, Nicky. You know how into muscle I am, dawg, how sexy I find it — it’s my whole freakin’ life. Mostly I’m either workin’ out — I just about live at the gym, sculptin’ myself, checkin out the other fit dudes there — or I’m drawin’ male nudes. Time left over I pore over fitness mags, read gay comics — or any superhero comic that features major muscle — or watch gay porn. I mean, that is when I ain’t fuckin boys. So fuck, Nicky, I KNOW muscle.  And I didn’t do a damn thing in these sketches ‘cept put down on paper what’s here in real life, dawg.”

The wonderfully hands-on muscle-worship. Lee was helpless now to do anything else.
He’d even started tweaking Nicky’s nipples and pressing his dick tighter and more insistent.

Nicky never wanted Lee to stop. He loved Lee’s muscle-worship, both on paper and in the flesh.
 
“Fuck, man, you make me feel so freakin’ hot, dude.”

He laughed sheepishly.  

“But damn, bro, my cock ain’t THAT fuckin’ big.  No way!  You be givin me RAN-DAR dick, dude!”

“No way, dude!  You are WAY hung, dawg.” 

As much as he was dying to, Lee couldn’t quite bring himself to let his hand leave working over Nicky’s pecs to trail down and clasp that massive shaft. He’d never seen Tor and his jock-bros get into cock-play, so he assumed that was the bright red line.

Suddenly, though, Lee’s own hard cock, pressed invitingly against Nicky’s hip, felt what sure as hell seemed like Nicky rubbing ever-so-slightly but very agreeably against it.  Lee’s heart began to race as his cock began to twitch: was he dreaming, or was Nicky giving some kind of shy confession of
his interest, his willingness to cross that line?  

No fucking way — couldn’t be — and yet . . . ?  He had to find out.

On the pretense of wanting to show Nicky his last, best drawing of him, Lee tossed aside the first sketchbook and re-positioned himself, so he was now reaching around on either side of Nicky’s naked bulk with his second sketchbook in front of him.  In doing so, he pressed himself directly in back of the jock-stud, his hard, dripping cock wedged firmly between the cheeks of Nicky’s smooth, muscular ass.  

“Check it out, dude. I’m hella happy with the hard-on drawing.”

As Nicky let out a “Damn!” and “Holy fuck, this is awesome!” Lee dropped all pretense and began to grind slowly, sensually, unmistakably, up and down, in the crack of Nicky’s firm, solid muscle-ass.  No way even a jock-bro could misinterpret the message Lee was sending — “I want to fuck you, Nicky.  I want to do all sorts of hot, nasty shit with you.”

Because he was pretty sure he’d figured out how Nicky really felt, knew why Nicky was even here in the first place, with that bogus lie about Tor due back “any minute,” Lee was delighted, but not at all surprised, to feel the jock adonis moan softly and, with a contented sigh, relax his strong body back against Lee’s gently pistoning hips, wriggling his glutes sensuously back against Lee’s thick stiffness.

Heart racing with a kind of sexual triumph, Lee set his sketchbook on the desk and reached down to fondle and stroke his prize. Nicky groaned — a harsh, guttural cry, loud with years of unconsummated desire — and his head fell back on Lee’s chest.  He let his own hands tenderly clasp around Lee’s, which were gripped close and firm around his shaft.

The desperate gay virgin panted his delight.  

“Aw fuck, dude! I am so fuckin’ into this!  You have no fuckin’ idea how long I been hopin’ somethin’ like this would happen with another dude.  ‘Specially you, Lee, you’re so fuckin’ hot.  I been wantin’ to get with you for so damn long!”

“DAMN, Nicky!”

And so — wonderfully — it began.

Lee spun Nicky around to share a kiss, and there was the feel of each other’s hard, smooth upper bodies and hard, honey-glazed cocks pressed tight. As they mashed lips delightedly, both boys’ hands played sensuously, hungrily, over hard-packed muscle, feeling the erotic power coiled deep in each other’s beautiful definition.  

Nicky’s head began swimming in an ocean of first-time boy sex.  His mouth seemed to breath pure hot desire as he let his lips and tongue play all over Lee’s gorgeous, stubbled face. His anxiously hard, wonderfully leaky cock felt insanely good pressed tight against Lee’s. His hands tingled with electric delight as they ranged over Lee’s lean, muscular back and down over the boy’s smooth, firm ass.  For Nicky, the feel of another fit dude was a revelation — the ripe firmness of Lee’s biceps and delts and glutes was sexier by far than the soft, smooth blandness of a girl’s arms, shoulders and butt.

After fevered stroking and smoldering, breathless kisses, the boys were ready for the main event.  Soon strong hands were stroking each other’s hardness, twisting each other’s nipples, while tongues lapped roughly at each other’s faces.  Their breathing now was low, deep, raspy, and suffused with a furnace-like heat.

Lee was the first to break away.  Nicky whimpered like a child when the contact was broken, but then gasped in pleasure as he felt Lee’s hot, famished mouth begin to swallow his lust-engorged cock.

He choked out a passion-cry, overcome with the thrilling sensation of a full-on, all-out oral pleasuring, the likes of which his dick had never felt, the kind of truly knowing, truly sensual cock-sucking only a dude can give.

“OH FUCK YES, DAWG!” 

Lee lapped and kissed and tongued and sucked Nicky’s length with a desire that thrilled them both.  He’d lick and play and tease for a few minutes — tonguing maddeningly around the head, under the foreskin, up and down the piss-slit, nibbling on that thick, sexy sheath of foreskin — and then he’d take Nicky all the way down, letting the heretofore straight jock know the mind-bending pleasure of having his long cock buried in another dude’s throat.  Then Lee would raise his mouth slurpily up, and the teasing and licking and sucking would begin again

That cock-worship went on and on, eliciting a continual stream of wordless sobs and pleasure-groans from Nicky, awash in the awesome force of truly satisfying sex.  

Once, as a kind of filigree to ornament his cock-gobbling, Lee sucked and laved Nicky’s large, ripe balls, then snaked his tongue down to tease Nicky’s smooth, sensitive taint.  Nicky clasped his hands hard on Lee’s head when that happened, in a kind of fervent prayer, begging him never to stop.  In that moment, Nicky knew he would always have boys as lovers mostly, maybe even exclusively.  He would never, ever do without this sex again.

Lee wasn’t at all surprised by the glorious rush of pleasure he got from feeling Nicky’s hard, hefty, meaty girth, in his mouth: he’d been drawing that awesome jock-cock constantly for the past couple hours, studying every facet of its sensuousness, getting intimate with every luscious square inch, every sweet, sexy vein, every curve of glans and fold of skin. He was so familiar with Nicky’s cock — had it ingrained in every fiber of his nerves and memory — it was like he’d been servicing that beauty all his life.

Then Lee got serious.  He was ravenously hungry for cum.  

He slipped a hand over Nicky’s shaft as he sucked it, getting his fingers wet and slimy from the thick drenching of saliva and pre-cum coating Nicky’s cock.  Then, with his lubed-up fingers, he began to explore Nicky’s virgin pucker, immediately eliciting a thrilled, gasping squeal from the young jock, who’d been wondering if there was any end to the awesome, varied ecstasies of boy-sex.  

As he fingered Nicky’s hole, Lee alternated serious sucking with furious fisting on the boy’s huge hardness, letting those plum-sized nuts jostle through the fingers of his free hand.  

Nicky began to sound that familiar, strained pant-and-cry, the prelude to a young boy’s cum song. Sure enough, one more grunt-cry, and Lee’s hungry mouth was flooded with thick, hot, luscious cream.  Lee swallowed and snorted excitedly as Nicky cried out in pleasure.

When he’d finished shooting, and his heart-racing finally calmed down, Nicky knelt down, opposite Lee on the floor now, and hugged the handsome stud, kissing his face all over, an expression of sheer gratitude and bliss.

The no-longer-straight jock kept repeating his sweet, soft, stunned appreciation.

“Aw fuck, Lee.  Aw fuck.  Fucking fuck, man.” 

Lee smiled.

“Good, huh?” 

Nicky beamed.  

“Shit, dawg, the fucking best!” 

Then he took Lee’s head and kissed him, wet and sloppy, craving a taste of the cum that lingered on Lee’s lips and tongue.

He stopped kissing, to muse out loud in wonderment.

“Dudes are so fuckin’ sexy, it’s unreal. Now you, bro!” 

Playing it by ear — but going on a raging-strong instinct — Nicky nudged Lee to lie down on the floor, then eagerly bent down to try his first blowjob. He took to it instantly, with a young jock’s robust enthusiasm, lapping and licking and kissing all up and down Lee’s delicious length, then sucking the head with an almost crazed fury. He tried going further and further down, getting as much of the shaft as he could, choking and gagging, but that only spurred Nicky on.  

Nicky had fantasized about sucking dick for so long, dreaming of the satisfaction he’d get from another dude’s hard, luscious cock in his mouth, and damn was he ever right.  He hummed and moaned and exulted in the tasty length of boy-meat filling his excited mouth — the first of an awesome many ahead of him, he thought happily.  

Lee just lay back, letting his fingers run through Nicky’s spiky blonde hair, amazed at the wonder of this magical evening.  He smiled in a kind of knowing delight as Nicky began to suck his balls, then explore underneath, delicately teasing his taint.  It’s basic sexual instinct, Lee knew, once a boy gets past any bullshit conditioning. Dudes are wired for this kind of oral pleasuring of another dude; our mouths start feeling empty without a regular supply of nice thick dick to suck.

After a while, the fever grew in Lee again — not just in his mouth, but in his ass.  He wanted to get Nicky hard and slicked up so he could feel the pleasure of his new fuck-bro’s awesome cock flooding his ass — and let Nicky experience the joys of topping.  Gently, he raised Nicky up off his cock and flipped himself over. He slipped his dick back between Nicky’s hungry lips, and took the jock-stud’s raging boner into his mouth.

Nicky whooped, amped at the thought of his first time 69-ing with another hot boy. He cried out with a cock in his mouth.

“OH FUCK YEAH!!” 

They set to work on each other’s dicks. Nicky savored his finally unleashed hunger for boy-meat.  As these cock-crazed horn-dogs sucked and licked with abandon, fingers began drifting into each other’s holes, adding the frisson of ass-play to their cock-sucking.

Lee croaked, his mouth dripping saliva.  

“Fuck yeah, Nicky! Work that fuckin’ hole so I can take this elephant dick o’ yours!  Shit, do I wanna feel this fuck-stick plowing my tight little hole!”

Nicky gasped, wondering just how much more ecstasy he could take.  

“Aw fuck bro, do I ever want to fuck boy-pussy! Specially this tight fuckin’ ass you got!”

They redoubled their boy-sex efforts, now with one specific goal in mind.

Nicky pulled his mouth off Lee’s hard, twitching cock and dove tongue-first into the boy’s crack.  He licked and kissed and sucked and tongued in fevered delight, using his hands to slap Lee’s firm, smooth cheeks teasingly, spreading those cheeks wide so he could tongue deeper into Lee’s tasty pucker.  He poked and pried and probed with his fingers and tongue, antsy to get Lee’s impossibly clenched hole open enough for his achingly throbbing cock.

Lee was in heaven, feeling the ex-straight boy’s hole-hunger.  He shifted his body, hoisting his leg up and over, to lay on top of the boy, legs straddling the jock’s muscular body.  Then, still worshipping Nicky’s hard, thick pole with his hot, hungry mouth, Lee rose up on his knees and rested back on his haunches, directly over Nicky’s face. He lowered his smooth, saliva-slick ass down, so Nicky could give his boy-cunt a full-bore rimming, readying it for ravishing.

When Nicky felt Lee’s ass settle over his face, he buried his mouth and tongue and nose in the boy’s crack, snorting and licking in pleasure, using his fingers to pull and poke and tease.  It was a major head-rush, knowing this boy wanted to be fucked as badly as Nicky wanted to fuck him — he’d never had such a pure economy of desire in a sexual coupling before.  It spurred him on to the most intense love-making he could muster.

After maybe five more minutes of delirious rimming, eliciting a steady cry of pleasure from Lee’s cock-stuffed mouth, neither boy could hold back any longer.  Lee bent forward to rest on his strong, muscular arms and scooted his body up so his ass was directly over Nicky’s slicked-up cock.  Then, flushed with lust, he worked first the head, then an inch or so of shaft past his ass-lips.  Nicky moaned deep and loud, from the center of his loins — the warm, tight pressure of his first boy-hole was ball-churning bliss.

After some sensual wriggling and rocking, Lee bottomed his muscle-ass down on Nicky’s pubes, letting the young jock savor the feel of a truly tight hole.

“AW SHIT, LEE!  UN-FUCKING-REAL!!  Tight as fucking fuck! Boy-fucking is fucking LIT!”

Lee purred deliciously, pleasuring himself with one of the longest, thickest cocks he’d ever had before, rocking and riding his ass hips over and over on it, fucking himself marvelously, as Nicky’s hands sensuously played up and down his arms and chest, and the boy’s strong hips fucked desperately.  Fuck, did Nicky ever feel huge and incredible all up in his guts.

The boys had reached the furthest-off realms of boy-sex, lost in a universe of pure physical bliss.  Nicky held firmly to Lee’s hips, and pumped the boy’s ass up and down to synch it to the rhythm of his pistoning. Lee took the hint and was soon riding Nicky’s dick like choreographed ballet.  Nicky could only cry in childish wonderment at it all.

After a while, Lee rose up, then lay down on the floor, pulling Nicky up as he went down, then guided the boy’s huge thick monster back into his hole. He wanted to fuck his dream-stud face-to-face.

Once they’d switched positions, Nicky used a move he had jerked to a hundred times while watching gay porn. He hoisted Lee’s muscular legs up onto his strong shoulders, so he could really plow that sweet ass.  He gazed down at the gorgeous, lust-drenched smile on Lee’s face. First he bent down to kiss that beautiful boy longingly, then his hard-muscled frame rose, and he began pounding the boy’s hole with his huge joystick.  

Lee didn’t want to miss a second of watching Nicky’s chiseled beauty, but he couldn’t help but close his eyes for a while, in a kind of silent prayer, letting his head sway back and forth dreamily, savoring a superb fuck, using his hips and ass to deftly ride Nicky’s thick, rock-hard length.

Nicky kissed and stroked Lee’s thighs sensuously as he fucked him, even pulling each big toe in for a sexy sucking, all the time savoring cock-throbbing nirvana.  He began some slow, rhythmic long-dicking, reaching down to grab Lee’s bouncing cock so he could fist the boy in rhythm to his own thrusts.  He was doing the kind of dream-fucking he’d only fantasized and jacked to before. 

They settled in for an awesome fuck — the sound in the bedroom was just two athletic boys, panting and gasping and moaning in the throes of the most elemental male pleasure.

Nicky plunged in to the hilt, then bent forward to worship his bro’s upper body with tender, grateful fingers, kissing and licking Lee’s bad-boy handsomeness.

He bent down further, to whisper hot and moist and heart-felt into Lee’s ear.

“Aw fuck, dawg, un-fucking-believable. Lee, dude, I am SO fucking into you, bro — like sexing-you-all-the-time-now into you.” 

Nicky tongued all around the inside of Lee’s ear, moaning low and hot and lust-drenched.  Another kiss, and Nicky rose up to commence some serious fucking.  He had what he could sense was an incredibly huge load building up in his roiling nuts.

Lee was enjoying the hands down best fuck of his life. He’d be a 100% bottom if he could get fucked this mind-blowingly all the time, by such a hot stud. Lee didn’t see how there could be any more fantastic pleasure with a boy to be had than having this sweet, tender, gorgeous, big-dicked jock-boy making love to him. ‘Sex all the time now,’ Nicky? Uh, yeah, sure, why the fuck not?

Nicky fucked and fucked and fucked, pounding away, loving the feel of his huge sac slapping over and over, hard and rhythmic and arousing, against Lee’s ass.  They were both gasping and crying in perfect lust-harmony again.  As he railed Lee’s pussy, his lustful fingers reached for cock, and feverishly he began jacking the boy’s cock.  

Lee’s face tightened, and Nicky knew what was coming.  He pulled out and knelt over Lee, still jacking the boy with one hand and himself now with the other.  Lee yelled a loud “Fuck!” and Nicky watched in delight as the boy’s dick spewed volley after volley of white cream ropes and globules all over his abs and Nicky’s cock.  Nicky’s cock throbbed, and he felt himself going over the edge. He brought his cock to Lee’s face and let spurt after spurt paint the boy’s lips and tongue and stubble and eyes.

Nicky collapsed next to his first lover. He wanted to take in the epicness of it. He pricked his ears — all he could hear was his heart pounding, the sound of the two of them breathing, and Lee’s lip-smacking as he slurped fingerfuls of cum off his fingers.  Nicky reached down and scooped a gob of Lee’s cum off his cock, and fingered some off the boy’s superb abs, and savored some boy-load himself. He scooped up some more and fed it to Lee. It felt to Nicky like sharing a sacrament, having a celebratory communion mass to welcome a new disciple to the church. Nicky fucking loved boy sex.

They smiled at each other, then kissed — a heady, sensual kiss, their cum-frosted lips and tongues tainted deliciously now with the tang of jock-seed.

It had been magic sex, they both realized — unreal, dick-throbbing, ass-pounding, never-fuckin’-want-it-to-end sex.  Nicky had never been as body-and-mind-rushed by sex in his life.  His brain was thrumming, like ‘Whoa! Jesus Fuck! Holy fucking shit! Yassssss!’  His muscles felt wonderfully pumped and alive and exhausted, like he’d just done the most kick-ass, hard-core, extreme-aerobics routine ever.  He knew he could speak for Lee — they had left fuckin’ NOTHING on the field!

Nicky smiled, suddenly thinking of himself as Pinocchio — becoming a real boy at last, one able to experience a boy’s fullest, realest, truest pleasure. He hummed soft and low, in the awe and majesty and solemnity of the moment.

He turned and looked with such warmth and gratitude and affection, into Lee’s eyes.

“My first dude, bro — and such a hot fuckin dude. I’m so damn lucky. So damn over the moon, Lee.  Fuckin’ awesome.”

Lee cooed and stroked Nicky’s smooth muscle, welcoming the boy who’d finally found his tribe.

“First of many, dawg. You can start getting with any boys you want now, Nicky. Ain’t no one’d turn you down, bro.” 

To Nicky, even though he’d desired it so fiercely and for so long, the force of his rapture still felt like a revelation.  What he and Lee had just had — that was fucking sex, raw basic sex, but also sex heightened, fleshed-out, revealed as spectacular.  He was starting to really understand boys and their beautiful, basic needs, and his own overwhelmingly deep and strong gayness. 

The sex Nicky wanted from now own was this sex as pure, mutual, athletic need, deep-bodied lust and yearning, sex in which each boy had an equal, powerful stake in making it as physically satisfying as possible.  Like a balls-out sporting contest they waged with each other. He’d never dreamed sex could be so overwhelmingly satisfying, so intensely all-consuming, so deeply, immersively spiritual. He suddenly thought about trying to get a bunch of hot jocks together to live off-campus with him, renting a house and turning it into a full-tilt, gay fucking commune. 

The sex Lee and he had was elemental. There was none of the game-playing as there had always been before with girls, none of the stratagems planned to get her to pleasure him in the way he wanted pleasuring, and none of the counter-stratagems the girl would deploy in response, to avoid having to satisfy those desires.  Here in this room, both lovers had been on the same page — the exact same line of the exact same paragraph even. 

Nicky thought giddily how freakin’ awesome it was how Lee knew EXACTLY what got him off the most.  No prickly heterosexual politics, just pure homosexual pleasure. Boy sex turned out to be all about one reality, one truth — the truth of cock and muscle, of big dicks that liked to get hard and pump loads of delicious cream; and tight, moist holes that craved to be filled; and beautifully carved muscle that thrilled to sensual stroking; and hot, hungry mouths with a thirst for meat. That was a truth Nicky had only lived in his head before — lived constantly, along with his heartbeat, Nicky saw now. Now he could live it in his life.

As he lay back, loving the soft, sensual touch of Lee’s fingers playing over his pecs, his nips, his abs and cock, Nicky thought about all the boys he’s had (and has) secret crushes on, all the boy’s he’s wanted — and wants — to fuck.  

Lee sure as fuck has been a recent one.  And now that’s happened, and will happen again and again, Nicky knew.  Damn, Nicky laughed to himself as he mused on his life ahead, Tor’s gonna shit when it turns out Nicky’s gonna be stoppin’ by mostly to see Lee from now on!  Actually, Lee should just start comin’ up to Nicky’s single room when they want to hook up. They can mess around together all they want up there. Nicky pictured it — Lee droppin’ by, both boys strippin’ and suckin’ and fuckin’ and shit. Then Nicky’d pose for Lee.  Shit, it’s gonna be so damn hot! 

A jock-bro and a hip, sexy, bad-boy artist — what a hot fucking couple they’d make! He could be Lee’s muse! They could have other boys over with them, too. All the time. Nicky immediately wanted a bunch more fuck-bros. 

What about this Donny dude, for instance, this friend of Lee’s who’s due over in forty minutes or so? Which, Nicky realized, gave him a chance to take Lee’s cock again.  Hopefully, this Donny’s a hottie, but knowing Lee he will be.  Nicky thought maybe he’d suggest to Lee that they get into jockstraps — that could be hot, if Lee’s friend came over and saw Lee and a hot jock stud with him, both dudes lookin sexy in jocks, hot-to-trot for a threesome.  Nicky could just see it — Lee and him spit-roastin’ this dude.  Fuck! 

There were some really hot-looking student-athletes, on various teams, that Nicky knew, and lusted after, from the gym and banquet dinners and the athletic complex.  He was immediately going to start flirting with boys, putting it out there. He’d talk to Lee, get some tips.  

He grinned, thinking how hot it would be, inviting some hot dude on one of the teams over to his dorm, on the wild-ass pretext of having them both pose nude for Lee, so that his boy could sketch some hot, naked jock muscle.  He and Lee could kiss and shit, to let the dude know what was up, then he’d pose and flirt with the dude, both of them naked, and Lee naked sketching them and then starting to call out for sexier poses! He bet that would lead to all kinds of hot nasty shit! 

He could just hear Lee, all mock-sad, after sketching them nude for an hour or so, both jocks hard and horny as fuck, and Lee sayin’ “Damn, dudes, these are some really fine sketches, but — damn, I hate to ask — don’t know if you dudes’d be into this or not — but I’d really like to have some sketches of guys suckin’ each other in my portfolio.  I mean, I’m hella gonna need shit like to show publishers if I expect to get a job drawing gay comics.” 

Fuck, Nicky thought, that’s like the perfect scenario to turn a bi-curious straight jock! Then he grinned sheepishly when he realized Lee had worked it on him!

Yep, he thought — all those fine-ass dudes on campus, all of them in play now.  And what about the hot dudes back home, from his high school, the ones he was always stroking off to alone at night, fantasizing all the hot boy sex shit he wanted to do with them?  Sure as fuck will be interestin’ lookin’ those dudes up when he got back home for break!  

Nicky’s mind stirred with more fantasies — none of them out of reach any more — while Lee stroked and purred, their arousal simmering before the next round. He made a vow he’d never go a day without boy sex all the rest of his time at college. It’s important for athletes to set goals, coaches always say.

The Leather Pact

Alex had always been a reserved man, a caring and devoted partner. But one evening, after a particularly intense argument with his husband, Julian, everything changed. Julian, a charismatic and dominant man, had always had a taste for control, but that night, he decided to take things further.

“Do you really want to prove that you love me?” he asked, an enigmatic smile on his lips.

Alex, distraught, agreed. Thus began his transformation.

The Makeover

The next day, Julian took Alex to a boutique specializing in leatherwear, an iconic spot in gay culture. The shop, located in a trendy part of town, was a sanctuary for leather lovers. The walls were covered with jackets, harnesses, boots, and collars, each more impressive than the last. The smell of leather, rich and sensual, hung in the air.

Julian chose a complete outfit for Alex: a black leather harness that accentuated his chest, high boots that reached up to his thighs, fitted gloves, and a metal collar adorned with a plaque engraved with his name. Alex felt uncomfortable, but he had promised to submit. He slipped into the outfit under Julian’s satisfied gaze. The leather molded to his body, squeezing, restricting him. He already felt different, as if a part of his identity was being erased.

Julian moved closer, adjusting the harness straps with precise movements. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against Alex’s bare skin. This touch, both gentle and possessive, made Alex shiver.

The Piercing

Their next stop was at a renowned piercer, a place frequented by many members of the LGBT community. The studio, decorated with tribal patterns and photos of bold piercings, had an atmosphere that was both intimidating and exciting. Julian had chosen several piercings for Alex: a belly button ring, nipple jewelry, and an eyebrow piercing.

Alex gritted his teeth as the needle penetrated his skin. The pain was sharp, but he didn’t protest. Julian stroked his cheek, an almost tender gesture, before whispering, “You’re mine now.” Each piercing was a symbol of his submission, an indelible mark of his commitment.

The Tattoo

Next, they went to the tattoo artist, an artist known for his bold and symbolic designs. The studio, filled with sketches and photos of intricate tattoos, had a creative and intense atmosphere. Julian had chosen a bold design for Alex: a tribal motif that would stretch across his entire back, with his name inscribed in Gothic letters at the base of his neck.

Alex lay back on the table, feeling every vibration of the needle. The tattoo took hours, but he endured it all in silence. Each stroke was a reminder of his commitment, of his transformation. Julian stayed by his side, holding his hand, whispering words of encouragement. “You are strong, you are mine,” he repeated, his voice a mixture of gentleness and dominance.

The Barber

The last stop of the day was at the barber, a trendy salon known for its avant-garde cuts. Julian had decided that Alex would wear a Mohican, a radical style that contrasted with his previous appearance. The scissors crackled, strands of hair falling to the floor. Alex looked at his reflection in the mirror, unrecognizable. The Mohican, dyed black, accentuated his new look, his new identity.

Julian ran his fingers through Alex’s hair, admiring his work. “You’re perfect,” he said, a satisfied smile on his lips. Alex felt a mixture of pride and submission, a strange satisfaction at being transformed according to Julian’s wishes.

Total Submission

The following weeks were a gradual descent into submission. Julian imposed strict rules on Alex: he had to call him “Master,” perform all household chores, and obey his every wish. Alex, though sometimes flustered, found a strange satisfaction in this new dynamic. He felt freed from his past responsibilities, as if the weight of his old life had been lifted.

Julian, for his part, seemed to thrive in this dominant role. He hosted parties where Alex, dressed in his leather outfit, served the guests with absolute obedience. The curious glances, the admiring comments, all reinforced his sense of possession.

Training

The weeks passed, and Alex gradually adapted to his new life. Julian, as

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I’d come to look forward tremendously to my monthly visits to Doug.  Strictly speaking I didn’t need to go and get waxed quite so regularly – the regrowth of my body hair was so light that perhaps every seven or eight weeks would’ve been enough – but I really loved the completely smooth and silky feel I had for the first week or so after I’d been to Doug.  By the end of the third week I’d start to feel a little downy regrowth, which signalled it was time for another session.  On top of that, each time I went to Doug’s I ended up having some great sex, so what wasn’t to like?

I’d expected the process of ripping off my pubes and other body hair would be far more painful than it actually was.  Sometimes there’d be a bit of a sting as the wax was ripped away, but nothing like as bad as folk assume it’s going to be.  And once you’ve gone through the process the results are exquisite.  The feeling of fingertips and the palms of hands – either your own or someone else’s – in recently waxed places, spreading oil or a thick soapy lather around the denuded area, is unbelievably sensual.

Thinking about the joys I was about to experience as I drove the short distance to the neighbouring village where Doug lived gave me a stonking hard on.  I took one of my hands off the steering wheel and rubbed my crotch through the skimpy running shorts I was wearing.  Underneath them I was clad in a pair of navy blue close fitting knitted boxer shorts, from Doug’s collection.  During my second visit to Doug I’d discovered that we shared a fetish for wearing other people’s underwear, especially underwear that had been ejaculated into or onto.  For me it’d been a fairly recent discovery, but Doug said he’d been into it for decades.

He’d told me that a surprising number of blokes share the fetish, and as a result over time he’d built a huge collection of jizzed in underwear – boxers of all descriptions, jocks, g-strings, Y-fronts, briefs – which he passes around for like-fetished friends to wear, jizz in and return.  The pair I was wearing at the moment had been covered both inside and outside by many loads of semen over time and was plastered all over in dried off-white smears.  Apparently the pair had originally belonged to one of the nearby university’s first XV.  Doug had become the official remedial masseur for a number of the university’s male sports teams, and recounted with pleasure how many of these young sportsmen were willing, in the privacy of Doug’s home, to ‘become uninhibited’ and ‘enjoy themselves’, as he put it.  It was amazing, he said, how much the smokescreen of visiting him to get treatment for a nagging injury from a recent match liberated these young men.

I drove through the gates to Doug’s house and up the long drive.  He was waiting at the door as I got out of the car.  As expected, given the pleasant weather, he was naked.  The only time I’d seen him with clothes on was when I arrived for my first appointment, and once or twice at the Widowers Club when he was arriving for the session.  At home he said he generally lived naked – his house warm enough even in the depths of winter to permit this freedom.

“Welcome!” he said as I approached the house.  “Beautiful day!”

It was indeed beautiful, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was as naked as he was.

Doug stepped outside, and gave me a hug and a kiss.  His long treelined drive, with a 70 degree bend halfway down, ensured that he was safe from any prying eyes.  Given his lifestyle preferences privacy had been paramount when he’d designed the house.  He turned and went back inside, and I followed.

I was surprised to see that standing in the hall was a young man, also totally naked.

“This is my apprentice – Ben”.

Ben put out his hand.  “Pleased to meet you, sir,” he said as he shook.  His accent was clearly North American.

Ben was about as tall as I was, and I’d guess in his late teens.  He wasn’t obese, but still had a small amount of puppy fat which, if it hadn’t burnt away by now, I guess was never really going to disappear.  He had short cropped ginger hair, and almost alabaster-like white skin.  His cherub-like appearance made him look as if he’d stepped out of a renaissance painting.  I was taken aback by his beauty, and for a few seconds just looked him up and down.  Apart from his head he was totally hairless, and he had perfect loins – two decent sized balls hanging in a sack just visible behind what I call a ‘Goldilocks cock’ – not too thick, not too thin, not too short, not too long.  And, being American he was blessed with a perfect circumcision which gave him a good inch or so between the head and the almost non-existent scar where the skin on his dick changed colour ever so slightly.

I realised I was ogling him, and somewhat embarrassed I moved my eyes to his face.  He smiled.  A very seductive, almost feminine smile.  “Perhaps you’d like to get a bit more comfortable, sir”, he suggested.

I looked at Doug, who winked at me.   I wasn’t wearing that much – my deck shoes I flipped off my feet, quickly pulled my tee-shirt over my head then pulled down the thin running shorts I was wearing.

Before I had the opportunity to pull down the stained boxers Doug was rubbing his hand around them – round the back, under my butt cheeks, between my legs and then back around to the front to stroke my bulge through the material.  “You’ve added to the decoration, I take it?” Doug asked with a smile.

I grinned back.  “Quite a few loads,” I responded.  I’d had these pants for four weeks and I’d wanked into them a number of times, and I’d also jerked off a few friends into them.  On one occasion I’d ended an afternoon jack-off session by getting four of my friends to cum into the inside front and then had walked home wearing the wet and sticky pants.  Coming from the age when mothers told their sons to wear clean underpants lest they were involved in an accident, I’d mused a couple of times on what the paramedics would’ve made of my filthy underwear if I’d been knocked down on the way home!

Doug grasped the waist band above my hips on either side and pulled them down.  I was already fairly well aroused, and my cock sprang up as it was released from the pants.  Bending to the floor to pick up the boxers he gave my cock a quick and sloppy suck before retrieving them.  As soon as he’d stood up again he lifted the pants to his nose and took a deep breath.  “Digestive biscuits!” he announced.  “Reminds me of my school days!”  He handed the pants to Ben.  “What do you think?”

Ben took them and began to snort at the crotch.  He rubbed them against his nose, then turned them inside out and did the same again.  “Beautiful” he replied.  He continued to sniff, and as he did so his cock began to grow – within a few seconds it was at full mast, stiff as a ramrod and a good inch and a half longer than it’d been when flaccid.

Doug clapped his hands.  “Right!  Let’s get down to business.”

The three of us made our way through to the large room that he used as his salon – a traditional massage table where he did the waxing and a large mattress on the floor where he then did his massages (and everything else!).  Knowing the drill I got onto the massage table, lying on my tummy, but with my upper body supported by my elbows.  Ben and Doug positioned themselves at the end of the table, next to my head, one on either side.

“Ben’s been here for three weeks.  I’m teaching him everything I know”  He gave me a wink.  “Isn’t that so, Ben?”

Ben’s face turned a little pink, but he gave a wide smile.   “Certainly is”, he responded.

“Tell Roger about yourself.”

Ben was a very confident young man, and had no problem with giving me a clear account of how he came to be standing naked in the presence of two old men, nonchalantly sporting a very respectable erection.  He was eighteen, had just left school and was doing the now fashionable ‘gap year’ in Europe before going on to Cornell.

“Doug gave me a lift when I was hitchhiking from Scotland,” Ben continued, “and as we got to know each other during the journey he said that if I wanted I could spend some time with him and learn massage and waxing.  I thought it’d be a great idea – it’ll mean I’ll be able to earn some decent dough when I’m at college.”

“It’ll certainly pay better than flipping burgers” Doug interjected.

“So I’ve been helping out here.”

“And he’s a natural – really does get it.  Perhaps you’d let him work on you today?”

“Waxing? Or massage?”

“Both, if you like?  I’m sure you’ll not be disappointed.  Ben’s been a quick learner.”

If Doug was happy at Ben’s competence then so was I, and to be honest the idea of this beautiful young man attending to my intimate bits was quite a turn on.  I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.

“Right,” said Doug, looking at Ben as he danced his fingertips over my body. “Straightforward – only a month’s growth so quite soft and downy.  I normally do the bit in the small of the back first, then get him into doggy to do his arse, then sit him up for his shoulders and finally turn him over for his dick area.  But you do it in whatever order you wish.  I’m off for a walk around the garden…”  With that Doug ran the tip of his fingers from my shoulder down my back to the cleft of my buttocks and then left through the sliding doors.

“Better do as the boss says,” said Ben, “so if you can lie flat I’ll start on the bit just above your tush.”

Ben ran his hands very gently over my back and buttocks, just as Doug always did.  Was this part of the pleasure they got, I wondered, for they both clearly were getting some erotic enjoyment from the situation, or was it necessary to get an idea of how long or coarse the hairs were that they were about to remove?  Perhaps a bit of both.  The young man’s performance followed Doug’s, as I remembered it from previous occasions, to the letter.  In the doggy position while he waxed the insides of my buttocks and around my anus I looked to the side and saw via the mirrored wall that he was still sporting a bit of an erection.  My own dick became fully hard as I looked across at the image of us.

“Sit up on the edge and I’ll do the shoulders.”

I complied with his instructions while he rummaged around on the trolly of materials for some fresh wax.  When he’d got it he stood by my side and began spreading wax around my shoulders.  As he worked he pressed his naked body close into me, his cock pushing gently into the top of my leg.  It was becoming steadily more engorged.  I could tell that for a young gay man the skills he was learning from Doug were going to give him a lot of enjoyment.  I moved my hand into his crotch and lightly brushed my fingertips over his penis – circling the naked head then moving slowly up and down the shaft.  His cock twitched as it continued to harden, and he grasped my own dick while giving my neck a little nibble.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the slit in my cockhead through which a small river of seminal fluid was starting to leak.  “Someone’s getting a bit excited,” he murmured.

I ran my own thumb over his and felt that he was producing similar lubrication.  “That clearly makes two of us…”

Ben continued with the waxing, but I was free to play with him as much as I wished, which was pretty continually.  His cock was becoming harder and harder, and leaking more and more precum as he worked.

“Right, on your back”, he said presently, reaching onto the trolly for a pillow that he tucked behind my head.

As soon as I was lying back he leaned into me and started sucking my cock, his hand roaming over my chest and up to my nipples as he did so.  In the preceding months I’d been sucked off by dozens of guys, but Ben was definitely one of the best.  It was hard to believe that one so young could have such a perfect touch – he was definitely a natural.  He was only young, but I wondered how much experience he’d had.

I put my hand on his head.  “This is beautiful, but you’re going to have to stop otherwise I’ll cum.  And I don’t want to just yet…”

Ben took his mouth off my cock and leaned up towards my head to give me a quick kiss before continuing with his duties.

Having such frequent appointments meant that the waxing didn’t really take that long, but all the while Ben was leaning over me to do his work I caressed his beautiful backside and played with his stunning penis.  I thought how lucky he was to be able to engage with other men so freely and openly at such a young age – my own sex life would’ve been so much more fulfilling if I’d discovered at his age how much pleasure men can give each other.

Once all the hair had been taken care of he took a container of oil and drizzled a liberal amount over my waxed pubes.  “This area is the one that can be the most sensitive, so essential to rub a bit of lotion in straightaway”.  He put down the dispenser and with a light touch began rubbing the liquid into me – all the way around the base of my cock, up the shaft to the tip (unnecessarily so since there’d been no hair take off that bit!), between the legs and under my scrotum.  Instinctively I drew my legs up to give him better access which allowed him to move down beyond my ball sack to my backside.  He squirted a little more lotion into his palm and then began to rub around the inside of my buttocks, working his hand towards my anus.  With the gentlest of touches he rubbed across my bum hole before slipping a finger inside.

I groaned as he pushed his slippery finger inside me an inch or so then pulled it out, relubricated it on the surplus lotion in my crack and slipped it back in, a bit further this time.  My cock began to pour pre cum from its tip.  Ben took his free hand and started to rub this all around my cock head.  I tightened my anus around his finger.  “Stop… Almost cumming again…”, I groaned.

He disengaged himself, popping another quick peck on my lips as he did.  I gave a sigh of pleasure then pushed myself up and got down from the massage table, and moved over to the mattress on the floor.  Ben followed me across and stood beside me.

“What sort of massage would you like,” he asked as he fondled my bum.

“Whatever you recommend,” I responded.

“Ok.  How about a full body massage with plenty of oil?’

I told him that I was sure I’d be happy with that and lay down on my front on the extremely large towel that covered the mattress.  Ben went off to the cabinet where Doug kept his massage supplies, and returned with a tray which he placed at the side of the mattress.  On the tray there was what seemed to be some sort of an ornate copper kettle, set on a heating element.

Ben aimed the remote control at the wall and the glass in the large windows dimmed at little, and at the same time the sounds of a waterfall came softly through the stereo system.

“Close your eyes and just drift away”, he whispered.

I felt Ben kneel astride me, his now mostly flaccid cock just touching the cleft of my buttocks where they met my leg.  As he reached forward his penis became a bit heavier on me, and I felt warm oil being drizzled down the middle of my back, from my neck right down to the top of my backside at which point it seeped a bit down the crack towards my anus.  Ben returned the kettle to the tray and then began to massage my back.

He leant forward to massage around my neck and shoulders, allowing a bit more of his body weight to rest on me, then worked his way down from there, lifting himself little by little to allow more of my back to experience his gliding touch.  When he reached my buttocks his weight was lifted almost completely, and I turned to one side to look at our reflection in the mirrored wall.  He was sitting back on his haunches as he massaged my bum cheeks, his cock now getting hard again and sticking out somewhat from his body.  I read somewhere that it’s impossible not to feel turned on when your backside is being massaged, and I certainly wouldn’t disagree.  Under my body I could feel my dick swelling to its fullest, helped by the erotic tableau I was being treated to in the mirror.

Ben gently slid his hands off my buttocks and reached over to the kettle of oil, which he lifted off the heater and used to replenish the oil on my back.  He’d already used quite a lot of oil – more than Doug normally did – so I was a bit surprised.  Replacing the kettle he took a few seconds to spread the oil over my back and then leant forward to put all of his weight onto me.  Then he started moving his body across mine, massaging my back with his front.  I now understood why the extra oil was necessary.

Over the next few minutes Ben gyrated his body, sometimes slowly from side to side, sometimes gently up and down, his hard cock moving either up and down my arse crack or slopping from side to side, from the edge of one buttock to the other.  I joined in the movement, grinding my cock into the soft towel I was lying on in the process.  I opened my legs slightly, bent them at the knees and crossed them over the backs of Ben’s legs, bringing my feet up to the bottom of his buttocks.  I was drifting away into heaven.

Suddenly Ben removed his weight and sat back.  “On your back.”

As I turned over I was greeted with the sight of Ben’s body, shining with the covering of oil he’d taken from my back.  His cock was now fully erect, almost lapping against his tummy.  He had a dangerously seductive smile on his face which turned my insides to jelly.  Ben vaguely reminded me of someone I’d known as a student.  Looking back, and being honest, I think I probably fancied my mate back then but given the social mores of the time sublimated my feelings and made no attempt to share anything with him.  If only times had been as liberated then as they are now – I wonder if we would’ve shared our bodies like I was now doing with Ben.

I reached out and took Ben’s cock in my hand.  It was slippery from the oil he’d taken off my butt cheeks and my hand slid up and down the shaft easily.  He leant towards me and gave me a kiss, at the same time grabbing my own penis and milking that for a while.  It wasn’t quite as oily as Ben’s, but he had enough oil on his hand that it slipped up and down my shaft, and over the head, with ease.

“Lie down”, Ben whispered.

As I complied he leant over and took hold of the kettle once more.  He poured another generous covering of oil over my front and once he’d replaced the kettle he spread the oil over me.  The pressure wasn’t as much as I’d normally felt during a massage – just his palms gently spreading the oil all over my front. Up to my nipples, down each side of my body, over my tummy and then on to my cock.  I looked to the side and saw in the mirror that both of us were still rock hard, and that both of our bodies were glistening in the low light of the room.

Then Ben lay on top of me and began sliding over my body.  With all the oil that had been deposited between us he moved very easily around me, but with the focus of his action on our groins, gently grinding our penises together.  I raised my legs and wrapped them around his back just above his bum, and pulled down to bring our middles together even more.  I then put my arms around his shoulders and dragged him onto me so that I could give him a long and deep kiss.  This was sensual bliss!

I put my palms on his butt cheeks and began to caress them.  They were perfect.  Round, soft and firm.  My hand ventured into the gap and found his anus.  He was still quite dry down there so I quickly wiped my fingers across the side of my own body that was dripping oil and then returned to his bum hole.  I spread the oil around the opening and then  – very easily – my finger slipped inside. 

Ben groaned as it entered.  He leaned forward again and pressed his mouth onto mine, then entered it with his tongue mirroring with it what I was doing with my finger in his anus.  As I played inside him he matched me for depth, movement and tempo, a clear indication that he was enjoying what I was doing to him.

With my finger inside him I flattened my palm across the crack of his buttocks and pulled him tightly against me, then began a circular motion so that his middle gyrated against mine more strongly.  I sensed his breath quicken at this assault on his intimate places – my finger massaging his prostate, our hard cocks sliding against each other.

I felt that I wasn’t far from cumming, but wanted to be able to control when and how that happened and knew that if Ben remained on top that wouldn’t be as easy for me.  “Let’s turn over,” I whispered.  “Me on top.”

I pulled my finger out of Ben’s arse very swiftly, and he gasped with pleasure as it was expelled.  Without stopping his grinding he then moved his weight to the side and pulled me over on top of him without us disconnecting.

Now I was in the driving seat, as it were, I could pace myself and get the absolute maximum pleasure out of what we were doing.  As our cock heads slid together I pushed towards him to give a bit more weight to our frotting and increased tempo a little to heighten the pleasure.  Then, just as I felt I was going to explode I dialled it back a little – less weight, less speed until the urge to shoot had subsided.  Then I repeated.  Several times.  It was a delicious way to edge.  At one point Ben wrapped his legs around me and began to slowly move his oily ankles over my lower back and buttocks.  I looked to my left at the mirrored wall and was so turned on by what I saw I almost wished it was being videoed – it was an image I knew I’d certainly be able to wank to when engaged in solitary pleasure.

There was a slight breeze as Doug opened the sliding door and returned from the garden.  I looked up – he was standing by the door, watching us, erect and gently caressing his dick.  I continued to grind into Ben, and began thinking about preparing for my orgasm, increasing speed and pressure little by little. Without making a sound Doug walked across to the mattress.  I watched in the mirror as he picked up the kettle of oil, poured a generous amount on his front and then began to massage it into himself, rubbing it all over his body.

Then he slowly got down onto the mattress, climbed on top of me and began to slide himself over my back.

I was now sandwiched between Ben and Doug, grinding penises with the young apprentice and having the cleft of my buttocks used by Doug to stimulate his own organ.  I increased the speed of my thrusting into Ben further, and Doug’s weight on my back pushed me down more firmly onto the young man.  Ben responded by pushing upwards and rocking his body in time with Doug and myself.

“I’m going to cum” I gasped then almost immediately the intense pleasure of orgasm overtook me as I started to jerk and empty myself over Ben’s torso.

“Me too” Ben groaned as his body convulsed.

I sensed the nature of the lubrication between us change, from oil to something with a warm and slightly sticky texture, as our bellies became coated in each other’s cum.  As I came down from my climax and my movement slowed I felt the warmth of Doug’s spunk flooding my back as he too came.

The three of us continued to move slowly against each other for a couple of minutes, spreading our secretions around, until we were finally exhausted and the movement came to a natural end. 

Doug slid off me and lay on his side, his arm across me and his palm spreading his ejaculate around my back.  “I’ve always liked playing with cum,” he said.  He coaxed some of it down between my arse cheeks and into the gap as far as my anus, and rubbed it around the hole.

I slid off Ben to the other side, leaving the young lad on his back and Doug and I on either side facing him.  My belly, and Ben’s, were covered in a white foam from our joint climaxes.  Neither of us could resist the temptation of spreading this around the other with our palms, covering each other’s dicks and balls, and smearing it down the gaps where our scrotums met our legs.  I was spent, but I was in a sort of heaven which a few months ago never knew existed.  I leaned into Ben and we shared a long kiss as we continued to rub our combined spunk around our middles.

In the perfect warmth of the room the three of us began to drift off into a post orgasmic slumber.  As I lay there I kept my hand on Ben’s cock and still caressed it gently.  I reflected on how I loved semen.  Both my own and other men’s.  For more than fifty years I had been producing something that I’d been slightly embarrassed by and would try to remove all trace of as quickly as possible. Now I realised just how wonderful it was to be covered in spunk – the very essence of man – and to lie naked with friends letting your combined secretions dry on your naked skin.

This is my first full length story, so I hope you enjoy it! Please email me ([email protected]) any feedback. Enjoy!

All characters are entirely fictional besides Byron, whom has given me his express permission to include later in the book. Please follow him on Instagram (@byronrosekelly)!

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Owned

Max adjusted the hem of his polo shirt, ensuring it sat just right over the skin-tight blue Lycra shorts Ethan had assigned as his new work uniform. It had only been a day, yet he already felt like it had always been this way—his extraordinary physique fully on display, his choices made for him, his purpose clarified with startling simplicity. The tight compression fabric clung to his thighs and glutes with such determination it might have been painted directly onto his skin, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. Even now, as he moved behind the counter to prepare for opening, he could feel the subtle stretch and give of the material, the resistance it offered against his massive development—a constant reminder of his new place in the carefully restructured hierarchy of his existence.

The bell above the shop door chimed with cheerful indifference to the internal transformation Max had undergone since yesterday.

Max turned, his heart performing an unexpected stutter-step as he recognized the tall, sharp-featured figure striding inside. Jase. Harry’s best mate.

Max barely had a second to compose himself before Jase approached with his usual self-assured swagger, shoulders back, chin lifted, eyes carrying a gleam that suggested knowledge Max wasn’t prepared to confront.

“Mate,” Jase said, arms open in greeting, his tone casual yet somehow carrying an undercurrent that made Max’s skin prickle with awareness. “Good to see ya.”

Max responded with a friendly hug, though there was something different about the contact this time—a little firmer, a little closer, a little more deliberate in its exploration of his physical boundaries. The embrace lingered a fraction longer than social convention dictated, Jase’s hands pressing slightly against the extraordinary development of Max’s back with what seemed like purposeful assessment.

As they pulled apart, Jase’s eyes performed a swift, calculating sweep downward, taking in the obscene tightness of Max’s uniform shorts before returning to his face. That smirk was still there, now carrying an edge of something that sent a ripple of anticipation down Max’s spine.

“So,” Jase said casually, glancing around the shop with the air of someone who already knew exactly what they were looking for. “Heard there’s something really hot being given away in here.”

Max frowned, confusion momentarily overriding his discomfort. He forced a laugh that emerged less convincingly than intended. “Uh… what?”

“Yeah.” Jase leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest, his posture deliberately relaxed yet somehow commanding more space than his frame alone warranted. “Someone I know told me about it. Said I’d be stupid not to come down and claim it for myself.”

Max chuckled awkwardly, trying to shake the feeling creeping up his spine—the sensation of being caught in a conversation with layers he couldn’t quite access. “Not sure what you’ve been told, mate, but we’re still charging full price for everything here.” The joke fell flat even to his own ears, a weak attempt to regain familiar footing.

Jase let out a low hum, tilting his head with theatrical thoughtfulness. “Nah, see… this ain’t about clothing.”

Max’s stomach dropped, a cold weight settling in his core as possibilities began to align into unwelcome patterns.

Jase tapped his own temple in a gesture of feigned helpfulness. “Still not getting it?”

Max blinked, his mouth suddenly dry. “I really don’t—”

And then Jase pointed.

To the name badge.

The one that, as per Ethan’s explicit instructions, no longer read Maxwell.

It read Maxy Muscle Boy.

The moment Max registered where Jase was pointing, the floor seemed to tilt beneath him, reality reshaping itself around this new, exposed vulnerability. His heart thundered in his chest, blood rushing in his ears with deafening intensity.

Jase took a deliberate step forward, his smirk widening into something that contained equal parts triumph and anticipation. He reached out with slow, calculated confidence, dragging a firm hand across Max’s impossibly thick chest, his fingers pressing into the stretched polo fabric with proprietary familiarity.

Max’s breath caught, a small sound escaping him before he could suppress it. His mind screamed at him to step back—to say something—to do something to reestablish the boundaries being systematically dismantled before him. But his body remained rooted to the spot, frozen in a mixture of horror and something far more complex that he wasn’t ready to name.

Jase leaned in, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that brushed against Max’s ear with warm intimacy. “Strip.”

The single word hung in the air between them, impossible in its directness, unthinkable in its implication. Max’s thoughts raced with frantic energy. How could Jase know? The shop had been locked yesterday, the shutters down, the encounter with Ethan and Dylan hermetically sealed from outside observation.

Right?

His mouth opened, but the words that emerged were feeble, pathetic in their transparent insincerity. “I—I don’t know what you mean.”

Jase pulled back just enough to meet Max’s eyes, his expression containing a certainty that made Max’s knees threaten to buckle beneath him.

“You know who doesn’t need things explained to him?” His voice was light, teasing, yet carried the unmistakable weight of knowledge that could not be denied. “Dylan.”

Max’s entire body clenched at the name, a wave of heat washing over him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the shop. The connection was undeniable now—Jase knew. Somehow, impossibly, he knew exactly what had transpired.

Max tried to suppress the shudder rolling through his massive frame, but it was useless. His body was already responding to Jase’s tone, to the authority it projected, just as it had with Ethan. The realization should have horrified him, should have triggered resistance, rejection—but instead, it sent a pulse of electric anticipation through his system that settled low in his abdomen with unmistakable weight.

Jase’s eyes tracked the visible response, his smirk deepening with satisfaction. Then, with both hands, he reached down and gripped the waistband of Max’s Lycra shorts with confident expectation.

Slowly, agonizingly, he peeled them down.

The fabric, stretched taut over Max’s enormous quadriceps, resisted slightly before surrendering to the inevitable, sliding down in one smooth motion. It revealed one of the boxer briefs Dylan had selected for him yesterday—bright, obscene in its vibrancy, leaving little to imagination despite technically covering more than the Lycra had.

Jase’s eyes met Max’s as he crouched, continuing to guide the shorts past his knees with deliberate patience. “I’m guessing Ethan never has to ask twice,” he murmured, the observation landing with devastating accuracy.

Max felt like he was simultaneously burning up and freezing, contradictory sensations warring within him. The humiliation of being exposed like this, of having his newfound submission discovered and exploited, should have been unbearable. Yet beneath that reaction lurked something deeper, more primal—an exhilaration he couldn’t deny, couldn’t rationalize away.

And yet.

And yet.

Without conscious decision, Max reached for the hem of his polo shirt.

He pulled it off over his head in one fluid movement, his thick pecs bouncing slightly as they were freed from the constraining fabric. His smooth, tanned torso, carved to perfection through decades of disciplined training, was now fully exposed to Jase’s appreciative gaze.

The shop was open.

The windows were clear, unobscured.

Anyone could walk in at any moment.

Max should have felt terror at the possibility of public discovery, at the professional suicide he was potentially committing.

Instead, he had never felt more exquisitely, perfectly alive—every nerve ending singing with awareness, every muscle fiber charged with electric potential. The danger, the exposure, the surrender of control—it all combined into a cocktail of sensation that flooded his system with unprecedented intensity.

Jase took a slow step back, his eyes performing one final, thorough assessment of the magnificent specimen before him—Max Schett, sporting legend, business owner, father, now standing nearly naked in his own shop at the command of a man half his age.

Then Jase turned toward the door, his message delivered, his point made with undeniable finality.

He paused with his hand on the door handle, glancing back to meet Max’s eyes one last time.

“You should consider yourself owned,” he said, the words landing with quiet devastation.

And then he was gone, the bell chiming with incongruous cheerfulness as the door closed behind him.

Max was left standing in the middle of his own shop, stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs, his entire body betraying the evidence of just how much he loved every second of it.

The need for a new judicial system has become increasingly apparent in recent years. Traditional prisons have proven ineffective at rehabilitating hardened criminals and deterring future offenses. Recidivism rates remain stubbornly high, indicating that current methods are not getting the job done. Corporal punishment, when administered in a controlled manner, can be an invaluable tool in reforming inmates. The physical discomfort serves as a stark reminder of the consequences of their actions, while also releasing pent-up aggression in a contained environment. This helps to break cycles of violence and disorder within the prison population. Moreover, the psychological impact of corporal punishment cannot be underestimated. It instills a sense of discipline, respect for authority, and understanding of cause and effect that many inmates sorely lack.

In this light, New Alcatraz was established by the U.S. government as a model for a new generation of correctional facilities, one that would finally crack down on the rampant lawlessness plaguing the nation’s prisons. Located on a remote island, the fortress-like complex is designed to be escape-proof and impervious to outside influences. The main prison building rises three stories tall, its thick concrete walls and small, reinforced windows giving it an imposing, almost medieval appearance. At the center stands a massive steel tower housing the guard barracks and command center. Surrounding this core are the cell blocks, arranged in a radial pattern like spokes on a wheel. Inside, the atmosphere is one of strict discipline and unrelenting control. Deep in the bowels of New Alcatraz lies a network of punishment rooms, hidden away in the dank, soundproofed basement levels. These chambers are the stuff of nightmares for the inmates, places where the full force of the facility’s disciplinary measures are unleashed. The walls, floors and ceilings are constructed entirely of cold, unforgiving concrete – easy to clean and impervious to damage. Heavy-duty chains dangle from sturdy metal rings set into the ceiling and floor, ready to restrain unruly prisoners. One entire wall is lined with an array of cruel implements – braided leather bullwhips, wicked-looking cat-o’-nine-tails, even some more exotic devices like electrified batons. Directly beneath the chains, a large circular drain is cut into the concrete floor. Its purpose is grimly efficient – to quickly and easily dispose of the fluids that inevitably result from the brutal punishments meted out here. Blood, sweat, tears, and other bodily fluids swirl down the drain, vanishing into the depths below the prison. The air in these chambers is thick with the stench of fear, pain and suffering. A testament to the countless agonized screams that have echoed off the unyielding concrete over the years. Even the most hardened criminals quail at the thought of being brought down here, knowing what awaits them. For the guards, however, these rooms represent a chance to indulge their darkest impulses, all in the name of justice and rehabilitation.

Today, December 25th, is no ordinary day at New Alcatraz. For the inmates, it marks a twisted annual tradition: Christmas Day is the time when the government bestows upon them a special gift. But it is a present they dread receiving, a cruel mockery of the festive season enjoyed by free citizens. The inmates are brought in small groups into the designated punishment chambers. Therein, each prisoner is presented with their personalized Christmas gift – a generous helping of 150 lashes from a heavy bullwhip, courtesy of the federal government. As per tradition, the facility enlists the aid of the United States Army’s most sadistic and hardened drill sergeants for this event in order to handle 1000 inmates in less than 24 hours. These drill sergeants have eagerly anticipated this day since weeks. As the first group of inmates is led into the punishment room, a hush falls over the assembled drill sergeants. They eye the cowering prisoners like wolves sizing up wounded prey, barely containing their eagerness to begin the festivities. The air practically crackles with anticipation. The lead sergeant, a burly man with a face like craggy granite, steps forward. He cracks his knuckles menacingly as he surveys the line of shackled men before him. “Alright you maggots“, he barks, his voice echoing in the confined space, “let’s see how much holiday spirit we can beat into you“. He reaches for the wicked-looking bullwhip, the braided leather end splitting the air with a sharp crack as he tests its heft. The first unlucky inmate is roughly yanked forward by the guards, his chains rattling ominously. He stumbles and falls to his knees before the lead sergeant, head bowed in terror. The sergeant looms over him, whip coiled in his fist like a venomous snake poised to strike. “Look at me, scum!“, the sergeant snarls. When the trembling prisoner hesitantly raises his gaze, he finds himself staring into the drill instructor’s pitiless eyes, glinting with cruel amusement. “This is your Christmas miracle, maggot. The gift of discipline, straight from Uncle Sam himself“.

The guards efficiently strip the inmate of his shirt, exposing his bare back to the merciless elements of the punishment room. They then secure his wrists in heavy iron cuffs, attaching them to the chains dangling from the ceiling. With a few sharp tugs, they hoist him up until only the tips of his toes brush against the cold concrete floor. To complete his fixation, the guards bend down and fasten his ankles to the chains embedded in the floor, spreading his limbs wide in an X formation. Now fully exposed and helpless, the inmate hangs suspended, a perfect target for the sadistic attentions of the drill sergeants. With no further warning, the sergeant lashes out, the whip cracking through the air with a vicious snap. The wicked tip finds its mark across the inmate’s back, raising a livid red welt instantly. The sergeant puts his considerable strength behind the next lash, the whip coiling and striking with blinding speed. The bullwhip’s thong wraps around the inmate’s torso, leaving a pattern of angry red lines blooming across his skin. The prisoner convulses in agony, a strangled scream tearing from his throat as the searing pain lances through him. Tears stream down his contorted face, dripping onto the floor far below. His body jerks and writhes in the chains, muscles straining against the unyielding metal. But the sergeant shows no mercy, no sign of stopping. He falls into a relentless rhythm, the whip singing through the air again and again, each stroke finding fresh flesh to bruise. The inmate’s screams grow hoarse and ragged, tears and saliva splattering the floor beneath him. Yet still the torment continues, the whip unrelenting in its quest to strip away not just guilt, but dignity and humanity itself.

The remaining inmates, forced to witness the brutal spectacle, stand together at the opposite wall. Wide-eyed with terror, they watch as their fellow prisoner is brutally whipped, unable to look away from the gruesome scene unfolding before them. As they hear his screams of agony, their own bodies start tensing as if anticipating the bite of the whip, their faces pale and slick with cold sweat. Each man knows, with sickening certainty, that he will be next. After what feels like an eternity, the lead sergeant finally lowers his arm, chest heaving with exertion. He tosses the whip aside with a contemptuous flick of his wrist. He turns to face the remaining inmates, his expression one of grim satisfaction tinged with cruel anticipation. He stalks towards them like a predator selecting its next victim, the sound of his boots echoing in the stone chamber. He points his finger to another inmate which is then immediately grapped by the guards, stripped of his clothes and chained up in place of the first victim. The other drill sergeants step forward, eager to take their turns at the whipping post. One grabs the heavy bullwhip, testing its weight before bringing it crashing down upon the unfortunate inmate. The man shrieks in agony. The cycle repeats, each sergeant taking his turn to unleash hell upon the helpless prisoners. Whips crack, inmates scream and drill sergeants cheer. As the hours drag on, each of the 1000 inmates of new Alcatraz receives his special Christmas gift. By the time the last sergeant finishes his work, it is close to midnight and most of the inmates are already back in their cells, lying on their stomachs on their beds, crying in pain and humiliation as they swear never to break the law again.

A striking contrast exists between the treatment faced by adult prisoners and those housed in the juvenile block, who range in age from 16 to 21. Despite the strict discipline imposed at the facility, the younger inmates receive a modicum of mercy. Secured firmly to a robust gymnastic horse, the young offenders anticipate their impending punishment, apprehension evident in their expressions. The senior cane, a potent symbol of authority, is swung mercilessly by another drill sergeant. The ensuing 40 strokes land with calculated accuracy, eliciting sharp intakes of breath and gritted teeth from the restrained adolescents. Their pained gasps blend with the steady crack of the cane against their bare bottoms, filling the air with a somber cadence. Although the juvenile block inhabitants experience a less severe form of correction, the oppressive atmosphere remains pervasive throughout the institution. When returning to their cells, many juvenile inmates may find a Christmas card from their families describing in rich detail what a peaceful and joyful Christmas they had so far. Little do they know that these cards are perceived anything but encouraging or uplifting. In fact, many juveniles who have just been punished start collapsing in tears when being reminded how Christmas is celebrated outside of New Alcatraz and that everyone else in the world is cheering and rejoicing while they suffer agony and desolation.

After serving their time, the vast majority of these inmates leave New Alcatraz behind, forever changed by their experiences. They embark on new paths, committed to leading lives free from criminal activity. Only ten years after establishing facilities like New Alcatraz, the United States have become a better place to be.

This is the true story of my first time having sex (with anyone) when i was a few months into my 18th year. I tell it exactly as it happened, with no embellishment or editing so some things might seem crude, I guess life is like that sometimes 🙂

It was the summer of my 18th birthday and until then I’d always been attracted to girls. I wasn’t very good at talking to them but being not too bad looking they still seemed to like me and even though I was still a virgin I’d had a few kisses here and there.

Early in the summer I had stumbled upon the « erotic » section of a local ads website when looking for games to buy, and when I clicked on it I for some reason went to the « men looking for men » section.

I had read a few ads and then had started to come back regularly to read fresh ones.

Call it boredom or hormones or curiosity or whatever else but for some reason I eventually made an account and started posting my own ads. At first they were kinda tame, I didn’t know the vocabulary or anything, but as the weeks passed and I learned more (and started watching some gay porn as well) I began to be more descriptive. Eventually I posted an ad that became quite successful and got a lot of people’s attention (and a lot of answers in my email inbox). It was along the lines of « 18yo bottom teen looking for daddy for my first time » with a few pictures of my slim body and my smooth ass in one of my sister’s lace panties.

I ignored almost all of the answers, I mostly enjoyed the attention and the feeling of being wanted but I had no intention of doing anything because I knew I was straight.

There was however one answer from a 57yo man (we’ll call him J-M) in my town that grabbed my attention. He seemed to know exactly how to talk to me to turn me on. It’s like he knew every one of my deep desires and kinks and the way he spoke to me in that email made me incredibly horny. I’d keep coming back to it and jerking off reading it, only to then feel horrible shame as soon as I came and delete my email account.

Using outlook meant that I had 30 days to change my mind, however, and without fail I would always reactivate it and go back to do the same thing after a few days.

Eventually I answered his email (I don’t remember what I said) and added a few more pictures of my ass for good measure.

He answered back and we went back and forth like that for a bit, him telling me dirty things and showing me his old dick and selfies of his big belly (he wasn’t attractive but that somehow made it better for me???), and me answering him and sending him nudes.

He kept offering to meet me, even inviting me to his vacation home and on holiday and everything but being straight I always said no and changed the subject.

It went on like this for about a month until one night everything accelerated.

I had gone out with my friends for a few drinks but a few turned to many and a couple of joints added in the mix. I always got incredibly horny when I drank and smoked and that’s often when I would take the nudes and email J-M.

That night however I did something that changed my life forever. To this day I don’t know what I was thinking but whilst walking home at 1am I sent him an email with the localisation of the entrance to my street, with a message saying « if you come pick me up right now you can fuck me » and my phone number.

Turns out he wasn’t one to miss an opportunity and he was still awake. Within minutes I got a text message from an unknown number that simply said « on the way. »

My heart started racing but being drunk and high I realized it was mostly excitement, any thought of danger or consequences was far away from my mind.

I waited around for about 30 minutes on a bench near the localisation I had sent him when finally a car pulled up and stopped. I waited for a minute but since he wasn’t moving or getting out and it was 1:30am I figured it had to be him, I walked up to the car and got in on the passenger seat.

He greeted me politely with a smile and started driving right away, when he did the door locked automatically which made my heart jump. The drive was awkward to say the least, we exchanged no more than 2-3 words as I sat there in silence suddenly shy and he just drove in silence as well. At one point he did reach his right hand out and start touching my private areas through my shorts. After a couple minutes he stopped.

Finally after about 30 minutes (that felt much longer) we turned on a small road and drove to a somewhat remote farmhouse. I was pretty anxious at this point, he parked and we both got out without a word. He then smiled at me and said « don’t be shy come on in » and pointed to a door off to the left of the house. I followed him in and realized it led to the basement. I got scared but my fight of flight reflexes are shit turns out and I just silently followed him in. He took me to a bathroom and started undressing me, then himself and then said « we should get clean first ».

We got in the shower and we did. He washed me, spending a lot of time groping my ass and rubbing by asshole which made me go from scared to excited again. I in turn got out of my shell just a little and took his dick in my hand and jerked it a little bit. He got quite hard but to my disappointment his dick was fairly small, maybe 10cm.

When we were done we got out and he dried me, he then got dressed and as I was about to do the same he told me no need and to just follow him. He headed for the front door and I froze in front of it realizing he wanted me to go outside naked. He turned, saw me and just said « it’s 2am and there’s no neighbors here, no need to worry ». Somehow that worked and I followed him outside, naked as the day I was born.

Luckily for me we headed straight for another door to the right of the first one and we were in again on the ground floor within seconds of going outside.

The door led to a corridor with a kitchen on the left, living room on the right and then further along a bedroom on the left and a bathroom on the right. He led me straight to the bedroom.

Once we were in he told me to get on my knees and I obeyed. He undressed again and brought his dick to my lips but when he pressed against them I didn’t open my mouth. Part of me wanted to but I guess I’d sobered up a little and part of me rejected the idea. He simply said « that’s okay no need to rush things » and turned around. He grabbed a paper from the desk and walked back to me. He handed me the paper with an explanation « look it’s a test from last week saying I don’t have any STDs, this means I can fuck you raw. »

Still naked on my knees with this imposing man standing in front of me I simply took the paper and looked at it. I couldn’t make sense of it but simply said « yes okay, promise it’s real ? » to which he replied « trust me ».

He took it from me, put it back on the desk and told me to lay on the bed on my back, an order I promptly obeyed. At this point I realized I wasn’t in control of my own body anymore, I was simply obeying commands and there was very little thoughts going through my mind.

He grabbed my thighs and placed me to his convenience, my butt flush with the edge of the bed, on my back with my legs in the air and my feet resting on his shoulders. He then grabbed a bottle of lube that was on the bed, poured some on his fingers and started spreading it on my hole. After rubbing it for a minute he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside me, and I squirmed. He shushed me and kept it there for a few seconds, and then took it out. I then looked at him pour some more lube onto his fingers and spread it on his erect penis. Once that was done, he looked into my eyes and then at my spread butt cheeks, and without saying a word he positioned his dick against my asshole and pushed it all in in one swift motion. At first it hurt like hell, like lightning inside my ass, and I was surprised because his dick was pretty small so I didn’t expect pain at all. I yelled out and he just kept it all the way in for what felt like ten minuted although it was probably much less. Eventually I felt my hole relax around his dick and the pain slowly went away. I guess he noticed that I wasn’t so tense anymore because that’s when he took it out, which hurt once again. Not one to give me a break, he instantly put it back all the way in.

At this point my mind went blank and I just closed my eyes. I felt him start to go in and out, then speed up and after a few minutes he was fucking me vigorously. I suddenly let out a moan, shocked, I realized that the pain was gone and I was enjoying this. I opened my eyes and saw him with a grin on his face, obviously happy with himself. He started fucking me harder and I just stared at his big belly slamming into my private parts (I couldn’t make out his dick going into my ass), sometimes looking up at him to see him staring at me.

Just as I was starting to get out of my state of shock and enjoy the experience, I saw his facial expression change and felt him tense up. A panic went to my heart as I realized he was about to cum inside me without a condom. A million thought raced to my mind, HIV, STDs,… but it was too late: he let out a groan, forcefully pushed his dick as far as he could inside me once, then twice and then kept it there. I felt something warm inside my ass, and a lot of it. He had just come.

I simply froze in place and looked at him, he came back to his sense slowly and pulled out, at which point I felt a stream of cum come guzzling out of me. Still frozen inside I didn’t even think of wiping myself clean, I crawled up higher into the bed, got on my side and closed my eyes as he went to the bathroom. I didn’t sleep however, I just didn’t want to face to situation just yet.

When he came back into the room I sat up and asked « could you bring me home now? » to which he said « it’s 3am it’s too late, I’ll bring you back in the morning okay? ».

His voice was soft and friendly but I didn’t really feel like I had a say in the matter, I simply laid down on my side again and closed my eyes, exhausted. I fell asleep.

I’m guessing he went to sleep next to me, but what I know is that he didn’t sleep for long and me neither. I don’t know how long had passed but I got woken up by the feeling of him pushing his lubed up dick against my ass. I woke up but kept my eyes closed, adrenaline cursed through my veins. Still pretending to be asleep, I laid there on my side as I felt him slowly push his dick inside me, he then grabbed my hip with his hand and fucked me from the side. My mind was racing, I was quite sober by now and this 57yo man I had never met before was fucking me whilst (he thought) I was asleep, using his own cum that was left inside me as lube. Just a few hours prior I was a normal straight teen with crushes and flirts and now I was being used raw by this old man without him even bothering to wake me up or ask me consent, as if I was a fuck toy.

After a few minutes of using me, I felt him tense up again and he sped up the pace, then proceeded to cum inside me once again. He pulled out and this time something inside me told me to clench my butthole and I managed to keep most of the cum inside. Apparently aware that there was no way I could have slept through this, he said « good boy » and rolled back to sleep. I hate to admit this to this day but it made me feel proud and warm inside, sign of things to come I guess.

I went back to a state of semi sleep, but couldn’t really sleep profoundly, having too many thoughts in my head. A while passed and then suddenly I felt him wake up, I heard the sound of lube being squished out of a bottle and I felt him position himself behind me. I didn’t move but opened my eyes this time. He pushed his dick against my hole but didn’t go in, he just rubbed it on my asshole for what felt like forever and suddenly something came over me. Sick of being teased I reached around with my right arm, grabbed his dick and guided it to my hole. Obviously very happy with me he let out a moan and pushed it inside, my hand still guiding its course. My job being done I took my hand back and he started fucking me harder than ever before. Barely a few minutes had passed when once again, he emptied himself inside me with a loud moan. Now used to it (already), I clenched as he pulled out and little of his sperm came out of me.

We both went back to our (probably semi-)sleep and all I could think about was how I had been fucked three times already and I had somehow gone from scared to wanting more. Luckily for me he was insatiable and before long I felt him move again. This time the slut in me really woke up and not willing to wait I reached around, looking at him, and guided his dick straight to my hole. He started fucking me and after just a few strokes inspiration struck me, I reached between my legs and cupped his balls with my right hand. He let out a yell and I thought I had hurt him but turns out I had made him feel too good because he came instantly as I used his balls to pull him deeper inside me. He had been fucking me for maybe 30 seconds. As he came back to his senses he didn’t hesitate to make his feelings known and simply said « that was great but next time ask first you whore ». I felt a buzz inside me.

By that time I realized the sun was about to come up because I could see light coming in through the curtains. I laid there for a bit and after maybe an hour of nothing happening it was fully day out. I sat up on the bed, and doing so realized there was quite a mess on the mattress behind me. He was awake because as soon as I sat up he said « not so fast ». I turned to look at him and he told me to lay down again like before. I did as I was told, expecting him to fuck me once more but to my surprise he instead reached around with his arm and grabbed my limp dick. Taken aback I didn’t move and he started stroking it. I suddenly felt intense fear, remembering the feelings of shame and disgust that came over me after I would come to gay porn or emails and thinking just how much worse it was going to be if I came still full of another man’s cum.

Unable to move, all I could do was lay there while he masturbated me. After a few minutes of this, biology did its thing and I felt that I was going to cum. It was an intense release physically, like rarely before but it didn’t feel good emotionally. Instantly I felt such shame and regret, I couldn’t move I was frozen in place. When he felt me cumming he cupped his other hand in front of my dick, leaning over me. He managed to catch most of my cum in his cupped hand and I was now not only frozen and disgusted but confused too, what was he doing?

I got my answer soon enough, he took my cum, spread some on his dick and the rest in my own asshole and pushed his dick inside me. He was using my cum as lube to fuck me.

« That is evil » I thought to myself, between shame, disgust, regret and begrudging pleasure at the feeling of being used again.

He soon came and then told me to go wash up.

I got up machinally and walked to the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and suddenly what felt like liters of cum came streaming out of me. Once I was done I wiped myself clean and walked out. He had laid my clothes folded neatly on the bed but wasn’t in the bedroom anymore. I got dressed and walked out into the corridor and that’s when I saw him all dressed in the kitchen.

The morning turned to weird as he kindly offered me breakfast, not saying a word about the night we had just had. Somehow that worked for me too because I politely refused breakfast and he said « okay then if you want we can drive back to your place, I’ll drop you off there ». I agreed and we walked out of be house and got in the car.

We drove in silence for about half an hour, and when we pulled up to my street I noticed that it was already past 9am. He stopped the car, and as I went to open the door I found it still locked. I looked at him, puzzled, and he smiled and reached for his wallet. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, he pulled out three 100$ bills, handed them to me and simply said « you earned it kid », unlocking the door as he said it. Shocked and confused, I simply grabbed the money, put it in my pocket and got out of the car.

I walked the five minutes to my house without a thought in my head, got inside and luckily didn’t run into anyone. I got in the shower, showered for what felt like an hour, then got out and passed out in my bed, still naked, sore and exhausted.

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(PS: I still have those pictures from the ad that led to this, if anyone is interested don’t hesitate to email me I’ll send them to you :-))

Hi this is my new story. I am new to this so if you have any suggestions please mail me . If you want to trade or chat mail me and i’ll send you my snap or insta id .

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I ( swapnil ) was a 18 year old fresher in college . I was horny all the time . I had the body of a twink , not very muscular or far , a lean physique. Ever since i had hit my adolescence , my interests grew more in boys rather than girls. And how i was here in a building full of horny and desperate penises . 

I got a taste of independence at this stage . Then i went to the main office . The campus was very good , as i secured really good marks , so was i given a great college . The incharge of dormitories assigned me a really good room . He said ” you are quite late . All the rooms have been assigned,  and you will have to live alone in a room by yourself in a month or so . Till then i will assign you to a room with some seniors . ” i said ” ohhh , got it . No problem . ” 

It was weired for a fresher to stay with his seniors , but its ok . After dinner i went to room 505 , where the seniors lived on the fifth floor . I knocked the door , and was welcomed by a hotty . He was tall 6 3 or so , with great physique and he had been blessed with big arms and handsome face . I introduced myself , and explained the whole situation.  He confirmed it and reassured me , that it will be fine we will adjust . Indra said ” yeah thats fine and all , you will need to share a bed and there are 2 more people living in this room . Their names are dhrruv and jay . I said ” yeah i will have to manage , but it will be like this only for a month or so . “

I settled in and could not take my eyes of the underwears which was hanged on the door . Who could be this of , i thought . Indra came and maybe noticed that i was glairing at the underwear.  He asked some basic intoductionary questions and was of to the gym . He gave .e the spare keys to thr room or shall i say an apartment, because it was like that with all the facilities.  

I unpacked and idiotically searched the room for sexy stuff . the room just my the entrace was decorated with a dark theme . Without keeping others privacy in check a opened all the drawers to find something juicy and checked everything . To my surprise or should i say speculation as it was a boys hostel i found a strip of confoms in the bottomost drawer , and colourful underwear and a thong ( black ) in the closet . I will be honest i sniffed them hard , inhaling every breath with all my power . One of the underwears wasn’t washed it had a nice musk and a mouthwatering smell . 

The door rang and it startled me a little . I put everything as it was and went to open the door. A lean but fit hot guy was staring at me with his brown eyes , he said ” hii , its dhruv , indra explained everything while i crashed into him when he was going to the gym . Its nice to meet you . ” i said my words and introduced myself . He was about 6 feet tall and had a sexy face and personality about him . He had a light beard and i practically looked like a child infront of him . He then went to the kitchen to cook something up and i awkwardly sat in the common room staring at my phone and taking glances at him and his body . I was imagining myself giving this guy a blow job . He loaded the oven and cane towards me with the intent of killing the awkwardness . he said ,” so , you a virgin ? ” 

I was stunned a little by that question but replied with ,” yeahh , haven’t lost it yet . ” he said ,” why didn’t find the right girl yet ? .” ” noo, nothing like that .” How could i explain to him that i needed his cock and not a girl . We chated a little , and got to know each other . He told me how he lost his virginity , and i was just imagining myself with him there . 

He asked if i had any bottles of lotion as he needed to stroke . I said ,” yeah , they are in my bag on the side compartment . ” he went to grab them , and i sudde and remembered that i had a silicon dildo in that compartment as well , shiiiit !!!!!!!!! .”  He came with the bottle of lotion as he did not see a thing and went into his room . I checked my bag just to be sure , and yeah the dildo was kept alongwith the lotion . I got nervous a little , and told myself that people respect each others privacy and ensured myself that all will be fine , like i just hadn’t invaded someone’s privacy my searching their room earlier . 

It was getting late and rather than sharing a bed i went to sleep on an airmattress . I was imagining myself to what will happen tomorrow , and what were the schedules of all , so i can raid their rooms and have a look . I really wanted to feel dhruvs unwashed underwear in my hand and taste them .

What’s happening?

I just told Jeff I can’t be here at the ranch no more.

Now he come over…

And he kissing me.

Just a second ago, Jeff don’t say nothin. Like the situation gonna be what it gonna be. Not raising a finger to stop me.

Had to be the worst moment of my life.

I hearda heartbreak. Think it something people sorta make up cuz they sad about someone they love hurting them bad. 

Never thought that shit happen to me. But this…

He got me feeling ways I swear to myself I would never feel bout someone. 

When it happen to me just now…

It really do feel like my heart getting smashed in my chest. 

Painful as all hell.

Now Jeff telling me he don’t want me to go,

I don’t understand what the hell he mean by that.

He don’t want me to go cause I’m his responsibility? Or he just want me here cause he want me?

Then he  come to me and start kissing me.

I still feel the pain in my chest, but it grow bigger. Spread to my stomach and head, filling it with a million things I don’t understand…

Nah…That ain’t true.

I understand some of them things.

I hate to say it but,.

 I’m scared. Don’t know where this gonna go, If it gonna go anywhere. 

Then there the thing that come hand in hand with all that. Much harder thing to grapple , but I can’t even think that right now….

Now his lips press against mine so soft. A lot softer than I expect. 

 He ain’t even put his hands on me. He just standing as close as he can to me and lean forward, push in and part my lips with his, taste my tongue, and the whole world’s gone away. 

When he finally pull away, his teeth gently tug at my lip sending shivers down my body.

I know it sounds pathetic…but, I nearly cry for him to not stop. 

Then Jeff stay right there. His forehead resting on mine, breathing hard through his nose, his big chest rising and falling. He shut his eyes real tight and starts shaking his head saying my name, whispering it real low. His breath starts coming harder, and I can tell he got emotions tearing through him like a tornado. 

Not sure what the hell to do. 

My hand keeps trembling, going up to take hold of his arm, but I can’t quite do it. I’m too unsure bout what’s going through his head. 

Too confused.

There is one thing I know without a doubt though.

 If Jeff turn away from me now, there ain’t nothing he could do or say to get me to stay at his ranch any longer. 

As I think this, He does the last thing I expect him to do. 

He laugh. 

Low and small, but he laugh.

“Look at me. Now I’m actin like you pup. Just like you…”  He say in his deep voice, soft and rumbling,, like he was talking to himself, leaving me more confused.

“Jeff…” 

“Yah Mac?” He answer 

“What you doin?”

“What you mean?”

I push his head away from mine, but keep hold of his arm.

“The fuck you laughin for?” I say, more force comin with my words.”Cuz you really doin my head in.” I let go of Jeff’s arm, feeling a lump of frustration come up my throat.”

“Just don’t want you to leave…” Jeff say. I throw my hands up, and my face starts to heat up again.

“Then what the fuck you want from me?” My voice raise in a way that’s almost like a laugh. I’m done with all the crying and sad shit. Now I”m pissed and confused. “First you act like you glad I”m here, then you go off and act like you don’t want to have anything to do with me. You do that shit again and again. Now you fucking kissing me and tellin me you don’t want me to go.” I turn my back to him, my hands on my hips, my face hot and my breath coming hard.  I take in one last deep breath then say.

“Just tell me what the fuck you want Jeff. and don’t you sit there and say nothin while I’m fucking losing my shit over here. You gonna talk to me old man if it the last thing we do together-”
I whip round and step right in Jeff’s face, my finger ready to poke him hard in the chest.

The hell…?

This mother fucker got a smile on his face like  I just told a joke.  

It take me a moment to get my brain back into place, but then my words come back in a fuckin fury.

“I swear to God Jeff. What the hell’s going on with you?”” I’m shouting now, my face comin an inch from his. He don’t even flinch. 

“You…don’t want me kissin you no more?” He say.

Jeff might as well dumped a bucket of ice water on my head. I sit there in front of him, my mouth hanging open tryna say somethin, but nothing coming. 

Course I want him to kiss me. 

I didn’t want him to stop the first time…

Fuckin Jeff…

He say one thing and that’s all he have to say to get me stuck for words. 

Now I’m thinking bout it, that’s how he always been since I got here. 

One of the reason why I fall for him so fucking bad…

He just knows what to say and how to say it when it need to be said.

All my bluster gone now. 

I just look into his soft blue eyes, and he keep on smiling at me, always a bit a sadness coming with it.

“So you want me to stay then?” I say, feeling a bit stupid, but think of  nothing else to say.

“Whatever you wanna do Mac…I’ll try and make it happen for you.”
Once again I got no words for him. I look out the small kitchen window above the sink. The sun making everything out there and in the kitchen yellow, waking the world up. Jeff ain’t got no animals except horses, so there no noises except for the birds. I just sorta notice all this all at the same time, and my chest start to fill up bout how much I don’t want to leave this place, and I pissed off that I’m thinking like that, and even with how much he driving me nuts…

 I don’t want to leave Jeff. 

Worst thing is I can’t say any of that cuz I  know soon enough I’m gonna have to go. After the summer ends and my parole finish.

Jeff watch me as I think. 

His eyes never leaving my face. I kinda hate that he doin it, make me feel nervous. 

“Come with me boy…I think I know what you need.”

The hell he do. That’s what my face show him, but he don’t pay it no mind and walk out the kitchen door into the yard.

“Let’s go Mac.” He say nudging his head away from the house. So I follow him, and Jeff lead me to the stable. At first I think he just gonna put me to work to blow off some steam. Honestly I don’t think that too bad an Idea, but it won’t change nothin or answer any questions.

Instead, Jeff go to the back end where we stack the hay bales , and he turns around and fall down into them with a grunt, then he lean back and say nothing. I figure he want me to sit down with him or something, but I don’t, just look down at him, not sure what the hell he thinks this accomplishing. After half a minute of silence, Jeff finally starts speaking.

“Before you come here, I used to sit in here like this on my own before work start. I like it cuz I’m alone, but I also got the horses surroundin me, so there still a sort of presence that make it….you know. Not lonely. Been doin it for bout as long as I been workin here. When I got no one…”

“When you got no one?” I ask. I ask it cuz I ain’t never hear Jeff say this much about anything other than when he teaching me bout horses. It a bit of a shock, and I  want him to keep going.

“Yah…after my boys graduate from school, Mike go off to college at Arkansas State. Bout two years ago. He got a life there now. He don’t usually come back for summers no more. Then JJ live with his fiance for the last year or so. He stayin with her in a little apartment in town. He come on Sundays, but as you know rest of the week he off with her. I’m happy for both ‘em of course, but I miss ‘em real bad sometimes. They men now though. Can’t keep hold of them for too long.”

“What bout your wife Claire. You think she ever coming back?”

 “Don’t know…Probably not. She ain’t really talk to me for last few years. Boys gone and there ain’t nothin for us to talk bout no more. Not like I say much for the last nineteen years…God damn…nineteen years of marriage. Life go by faster then you think. Anyway, come in here last few years. Sit with the horses…and just think bout all the shit I’ve done in my life, good and bad. Like to think it mostly good, but I think we all think that way you know. Try to forget all the fucked up shit we do in our lives. Act like we the heroes of our own stories or some shit like that.”
“Alright…” I say looking down at my feet. He right bout one thing. The horses do got a presence bout them. The way they shuffling their feet sometimes. They’re heavy breathing. Even their smell. They’re really there with us.

 I still tryna figure out why we out here though. Why Jeff philosophizing all of a sudden.

What you gettin at Jeff?” I know it sound a bit cold when I say it, not that I ain’t marveling at how much he talking, but he rambling on, and I really don’t know why.

Jeff eyebrows raise like they shrugging, and he start picking at the hay underneath his fingers.  

“Just tryna give you what you want Mac. What I think you need from me. You want me to talk so I’m talkin. You wanna get to know me, so now I’m gettin you to know me. I ain’t done this shit for no one in a long time. Fuckin no one Mac, but you got me doin it. Can’t say why really, cuz that’s how things be in life sometimes. You…got me…you just fuckengot me.” 

Jeff don’t look at me when he speaking, and his face sorta not showing me much, but his words shake through me good and hard. 

He start’s speaking again, his low voice the loudest thing in the quiet of the ranch.

“I don’t want you to leave Mac…I just don’t… If you do then, okay but… I don’t think I survive it…not this time.” Jeff say the last part so quiet, even in the silence it hard to hear, and I know he aint talkin bout me. 

Not with that last part. 

I want to ask him who he talking bout, but I know some things bring too much pain. 

Know that kinda pain too well If I’m being honest. The type after someone let you down so hard you can’t barely get up out the hole they left you in. 

Sorta my family in a nutshell.

I decide to sit down next to him then, and for the first time, Jeff the one too scared to look at me. 

I understand that too.

Last thing he want is someone else to make him hurt like that again. 

The idea stir something inside me.

The idea someone hurt this strong, gentle man. I swear to god and everything eles I gonna do my damndest to make sure that don’t happen to him again. 

Then it’s my turn to do what i think Jeff need me to do for him. 

I grab his face and kiss him softly on the lips, and he kiss me back, and that tingling on my neck, chest, cock, and legs go through me, and I don’t ever want it to end.

It’s crazy. 

I didn’t think my desire for this man could get more intense, but I feel a heat go throughout my body not like anything I have before.  My hand starts groping his body like it got a mind of its own. Starts going down, reaching for his giant, swollen package. Jeff laugh, and sit up, backing his cock away from me.

“Not just yet boy. Still gotta day of work ahead of us and we already startin the day late.” 

He rise, grinning at my disappointed face. And God damn am I disappointed, and so damn horny. It just ain’t right he makin me wait even more.

“Don’t worry…it be worth it later.” He say, and reach down his hand to get me up. Then he smack my ass before he walk away.

Fuckin Jeff.

Gotta say, I had more energy that day working then I had in a long time . Can’t tell you how happy I was to do it either, and Jeff smile like I never seen before and he barely leave my side the whole time except for when he make us lunch.

 He keep us as busy as possible cuz the second we stop, we gonna jump each other’s bones, then the horses will be forgotten for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of the week. 

We finish up round five that night. 

Jeff make me clean up while he  makes them steaks he save for special occasions, along with his loaded baked potatoes with sour cream and butter. Then he clean up, and we eat out on the porch together. 

I talk nonstop bout nothin really; Wishing that show Knightrider was still on, how badass that car and David Hasselhoff was, and how much I wanna enter a rodeo as a clown rather than a rider cuz it look way more fun.  I always seen myself as a bit of a daredevil. Jeff do his usual thing of smiling and saying nothing, watchin the sun set behind the trees, but I know he listening to every word I say..

When we finish eating, He start doing the dishes, and I’m watching him from behind, drooling over what he got going on in them jeans of his.

“You lookin at my ass boy?” He say. He ain’t facing me, but I can hear his smile in his words. The way he say it, with his deep drawl. making my cock and balls twitch. I don’t say nothin, i just stare at his muscular tatted arms in his no sleeve flannel, and that plump muscle ass and them beefy thighs stuffed in his blue jeans.

Fuck it. I’m done waiting.

I go up behind him, and smack his ass hard before grabbing a handful of one of his round cheeks. It nice and firm, and Jeff grunt as I hit it.

“What you think you doing pup? I didn’t say it time for this.” Jeff say as he dry off a plate and put it in the cabinet.

I still don’t say nothing. I’ve been waiting too long for this and my shorts so wet with pre-cum, my hard rod showing right through the material. 

I ignore him, keep my hand on his ass, and my other hand starts wandering through his flannel, rubs across the bumps of his abs, all the way up to his big hairy chest. I grab hold of one of his pecs, patting it firmly, feeling how hard it is. My fingers pinch one of his nipples.and jeff let out another groan, closing his eyes. I start unbuttoning his shirt, and my tongue runs up his bicep and shoulder where I start kissing softly, then I pull open his shirt and wrap my lips round a hairy nipple and start sucking hard.

“I say what you doing…?” Jeff growls, his chest pushing into my face as he starts breathing hard. I push my way between Jeff and the sink, cup his firm ass in both my hands, and run my face and tongue across his broad chest, stopping to suckle his pec, my whole mouth massaging his rock hard nipple. His monster pulse through his jeans against me, and Jeff starts rocking back and forth, moaning as my mouth continues to go to work. I grab his forearm,  pull it above his head, and dive into his pit, rubbing my tongue up and down the rough hair. I take a deep inhale of his musk, and like starting up and engine, the smell activate my cock. I start groaning and panting, and Jeff just laughing his sexy ass growl of a laugh.

“You like my stink?” He drawl. I only nod my head in a horny daze. Jeff grabs the back of my head and push my face deeper into his armpit. I take another deep inhale that send my cock into overdrive. 

*Just couldn’t wait, could ya,* He say, and there’s a lower, more aggressive rumble in his voice now. I can hear the hunger setting in, and it got my stomach twisting with excitement.

“No sir.” I say without thinking, the words coming out in a gasp. .Jeff takes a handful of my hair and pull my head away from his armpit. 

“So that how you want it…?” He say and he take a harder grip on my hair. 

“Yes sir…’

‘You want your daddy to use your body the way I want to use it?” He say, his voice becoming a full growl. Now he aint playing, and my whole body start shivering.

“Yes sir…please.” 

“You ain’t gotta say no more.” He say.  Next thing,  Jeff picks my ass fully off the ground  and throw me over his shoulder like it nothing. He yanks my shorts down to my knees and smacks my bare ass causing me to cry out, then march to his bedroom where he drop me on his bed, and pull his shirt off. 

His powerful muscle body towers over me, An alpha in heat, leering down at me, a hunger in his eyes like I never seen before.  My whole body buzz in anticipation as I start moving back on the bed.

“Come here boy…” He growls and crawl after me. Over the top of me. 

Our lips smash together, and now he shoving his tongue deep in my mouth, moaning into it. He push into my body, spreading my legs with his thighs and pushing his crotch into mine. Then He fall onto me, crushing me with his weight, and he wraps his powerful arms around my torso and I’m enveloped in his powerful frame and body heat. I grip the back of his head and back, moaning every time he grind his hips into me, pressing his massive bulge into my cock and ass, causing pleasure to streak through the rest of my body. 

After what seem like we kissing for a lifetime, he pull away and sit up on his knees. I stare up at him, fucking mesmerized by this man.  

“Strip…I wanna see that hard little body.”  He command, and I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. 

I’m back on the bed,  on my knees facing him in less then ten seconds, my dick pointing at him at full attention.

“Jerk it, nice and slow for me.” He say

I grip my dick and start stroking my shaft slowly, my eyes not leaving his face as he start pulling at one of his nipples. 

“Goddamn pup…you so fucking beautiful.” Jeff say, and he sits back on his knees and start rubbing his bulge, now coming down his thigh, his eyes drinking in every inch of my body.

I rub my finger over the tip of my head where a glob of precum is dripping off.

“Taste it.” He say.

 I ain’t never tasted my own cum, but I do what he say, and put my finger in my mouth, it tastes little salty. Meanwhile Jeff is pulling at his snake harder and harder, licking his lips, taking a full grip of his shaft through his pants.

“Turn around…let me see that perky little ass.”

Again I ain’t ever do anything like this before, but Jeff got a control over me I can’t deny, and I turn, get on my hands and knees, and arch my back.

“Fuck that look nice…Spread them cheeks. Show daddy your hole.” I do it and Jeff move forward and start massaging my ass  cheeks with his rough hands, I wait, tense,  almost holding my breath for him to put his finger on my hole. He give my ass a few hard smacks, and I cry out, but he don’t even put a finger on it.

“Turn around…on your hands and knees.^ Jeff orders and I do as he say again with out a second thought.

Fuck!

He got his pants off, and his HUGE cock and horse balls are out, bigger then I remember. Long and veiny, and thicker then my fucking forearm. Sitting in a nest of ginger-brown pubes. The pink tip of his bulbous head poke just out the foreskin, a drop of cum running down it. 

“This what you been pining for all day ain’t it?” he say as I stare at it

“Yes sir”

“Then what you waiting for. Get to sucking your daddy dick boy.”

Jeff grips his hard cock and pulls back the foreskin revealing his fat mushroom head. I lean forward and wrap my lips round the smooth, warm knob,  tasting Jeffs precum and start sucking.

“Ya boy…suck the tip.” Jeff said and grabs my hand and has me gripping it. It’s so goddamn girthy my hand just barely fits around it, and I start making long slow strokes while I keep sucking the tip. Jeff’s deep moans encourage me to keep stroking harder, and I start using both hands, pumping his cock harder and faster. Jeff puts his hands in my hair and grips my head.

“Stick your tongue out and open your mouth.” He orders. I do it and he push in, my mouth is fully clogged by his giant member. Jeff starts thrusting his hips and my mouth is forced wider as his shaft slides across my tongue toward my throat.

“Good boy…now open a little wider. Let me see them tonsils.” I do as he says and his fat head pushes in to my throat. I gag, my eyes watering, but I find myself wanting more of it..

“Thank you sir…” I gasp and Jeff barely let me finish before he pushes in and passes his cock into my throat. I choke and gag loudly. Drool drips down my lips. Jeff holds my head in place and groans loudly as my throat squeezes around his head. He pulls it out with a satisfied grunt. meanwhile I’m panting in another one of them horny dazes.

Jeff reaches down and grabs my cheeks, squeezes hard so my tongue comes out, pulls me toward his face and wraps his lips around it sucking my tongue greedily, then takes the other hand and starts stroking my rail hard dick, causing my whole body to spasm. 

Now he got me. 

The back of my neck is in a firm grip, pushed up against his powerful torso. Jeff spits in his hand, then goes back to kissing me deep and hard, slathering my cock with his saliva and stroking it up and down. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m a moaning, pleasure rag doll in Jeff’s powerful hands . His mouth start to nibble my neck, then his mouth goes down to my nipples, where he inhales my pec. 

“Nyuhhh…God Sir….YHUUUH.” I moan, and my body is covered in goose flesh.

Jeff’s all over my quivering naked body, and all I can do is whimper, completely  taken away.

Next thing I know, Jeff lay me on my back my legs over his shoulders. He lean down,  kissing my belly, then he take my cock into his mouth and starts sucking hard. My hips lift up into his face.

  “Ngguuhhh.’ That the only sound I make as his mouth goes deeper and deeper down my cock

That’s when he presses his finger on my tight hole and my whole body bucks .

 I wasn’t expecting it. it’s a shock, but in the best way

“Mmmmm…You likin that ain’t you pup?” Jeff says as his mouth releases my cock and his  tongue starts making its way down my shaft toward my balls and taint. 

The shivers I feel as he kiss and lick just below my balls make me shake. His tongue then moves to my hole and the bliss I feel rolls over me. I can’t even imagine what his dick would feel like splitting me open.

I put my knuckle in my mouth and groan loudly, grinding my ass into his face. Spurred by this, Jeff takes my legs and bends me and half, leans forward, and he starts feasting on my clenched hole. 

The feeling is crazy. 

My hole responds to his tongue massaging it,  triggering my cock to throb and leak like crazy against my stomach. I don’t know how Jeff is doing it, or how he got so good, but he’s making my body experience levels of pleasure I didn’t know exist.

Now I’m on my back, my thighs gripped in Jeff’s massive biceps. He lift me up so ‘”m almost doing a headstand, and pushes his tongue in and out of my ass, groaning like he eating his favorite meal, all the while stroking my cock, and all I can do is live in the pleasure

“Nnuuuu…Sir…You gonna make me cum.” I gasp. With a smack of his lips, Jeff raises his head from my ass and looks down at me.

‘You say you bout to cum boy?” He say, his strokes on my dick slowing, somehow making it tingle even more. 

‘Yes sir…’ I say, my balls tightening more with each glide of his hands over my shaft

“Not yet pup…come here.” Jeff lowers my legs down  and grabs both of my hands pulling me up so I’m sitting on his lap, My legs straddling him, and we’re face to face again. I fall into his body, my head resting on his shoulder, my mouth kissing it. I lift my face and find his lips. We start kissing hard and desperate, all while he jerking my cock and I’m jerking his for a while. He lets go of mine and wraps his strong arms around my chest and pulls me into him. I do the same to him and start grinding hard, my cock rubbing into his.

“Fuuuck boy…keep going like that.” Jeff moans. The sweat covering our bodies mix together. His rough body hair scrapes across my red chest and stomach, sending chills through me and causing more goosebumps. Both our stomachs are sticky with precum and mix in with the swealt

Me and Jeff locked in as one, Our mouths, tongues, chests, stomachs, and hard cocks, both pulsing against one another as I grind hard against him, our moans vibrating through our mouths, kissing deeper.

I feel my balls clench tight. 

The heat before cumming, radiates over my crotch.

“Ohhh goooddd fuuck! I’m cumming. “I groan in Jeff’s mouth.

“Cum for me boy…” Jeff growls sucking on my lower lip.

‘Fuuuuuuck!” My seed starts oozes out of my cock, the warmth dribbling down both our dicks. Jeff pulls away from my mouth, latching it on my nipple.

“OHhhh…SHIIITT!”” My cocks start to squirt harder as my sensitive nipple sends powerful surges into my balls. That’s when Jeff starts to spasm, and a bassy growl comes out of him and becomes louder and louder.  I can feel his cum surge through his cock.  

Jizz explodes out of him.

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” Jeff bellows into my chest, each word coming with a gush of cum. He  squirting so hard, it hits me and him in our chests, and Jeff’s spasms rocks both our bodies. His moans go higher, and he buries his face harder into me, shaking as his jizz keeps coming, 

It takes a minute for him to stop bucking in my arms, the last spasms of his orgasm pulling grunts out of him. I can’t help but laugh, the high I’m feeling overwhelming any sense I got. Jeff’s head is in my neck, his hot breath blowing on it, then he starts his rumbling laugh too, and we sit in a sticky, spunk and sweat covered mess.  

Jeff grabs my face and looks into it, his expression as dazed and high as I feel. We start making out again and neither of us want to let go of the other. 

We don’t want this to end. 

Our kissing go from hard, then to much softer, more tender, but it still hold the same passion. Jeff keeps hold of my head, his fingers rubbing my cheeks and going through my hair. He looks into my face, his eyes holding a yearning in them.

“Can’t…believe this happening…” Jeff say, his voice huskier than usual. I have never understood something more in my life. 

I’m here with the man I’ve been dreaming bout since I was in high school. Jerked off too nearly every night, thought bout whenever I hooked up with anyone else. I’m here in his powerful arms, and he looking deep into my eyes, longing for more of me like we just ain’t got done making love to one another. 

The thought of making love to Jeff sends a jolt powerful through my chest…

That for sure what we just did… 

And we still doing it right now. 

Now Jeff laughing, his eyes crinkling in that sexy way they do when he truly happy.

“What you do to me Mac…?Turn me into a fucking animal.” He chuckles, then push his face in mine, nibbling my chin. Then his voice become a whisper..”what you do to me boy…?”

  I honestly got know idea what to say. So I just hold on to him, sitting on his crossed legs, both are soft cocks pressed against another, and gaze into Jeff’s ruddy, handsome face. 

None of this seem real.  

This wasn’t supposed to be a part of my shitty life. 

I was never suppose to be this happy. 

Even more unbelievable is that Jeff just as happy. I can see it in his face, and I’m the one making him feel it…

It hard to even describe, but…

Shit I don’t know…

I just know I’d fight with everything I got so it don’t ever end.

Jeff’s eyes then go sad, and his next breaths come out more ragged then before. 

“You alright?” I say, rubbing my hand up and down the middle of his back. Jeff let out a long groaning sigh before he speak.

“Mac…” Jeff whisper, and  he squeezes me tight into his chest, and pulls back his face from mine just a bit so he can look me right in my eyes. 

“Promise me something okay…please don’t ever leave.” A slight tremble comes to his lips. “Even if it ain’t like this….If you decide you don’t want it to keep goin on like this-”

“What the hell you goin on bout?” I cut in, exaggerating my accent to sound more like him. “THis is only day one of the fuckfest I got planned for us.” I look down at the mess we cause.  “Don’t tell me you ain’t gonna be able to handle it old man. Shit…I’m bout ready for round two.” I give him a devilish grin. Jeff stares at me a bit taken aback at first, then lets out one of his loud barking laughs, his head falling back as he do.

“Who you think you are, callin me old man?” He say and dig into my ribs. I start yelping and squirming in his arm, but there aint no way in hell I’m getting out of his powerful grip, and he keep doing digging.. 

“Stop! I sorry!” I shout, laughing to the point of my stomach start hurting.

“Sorry what!.” Jeff growls

“Sorry sir! I’m sorry sir!” I cry out tears in my eyes, and Jeff laughing along with me and kissing all over my chest and neck. I ain’t never have my heart feel so full. 

He stop tickling me and I look down at him. 

“I’m sorry sir.” I say a big smile on my face. Jeff’s evil expression softens then. 

“You good boy…It’s just Jeff right now…”He say, Then his face fall just a bit, and Jeff’s breath comes up short. He looks away from me and swallows hard.  

It bout ten heartbeats of silence between us.  Then Jeff takes a inhale of breath.

“Goddamn Mac…

“Now you gone and make me think I fallin in love with you.”

End