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This weekend was shaping up to be more than I’d planned. When Mike asked me to take his delinquent son on a boot camp style trip, it was supposed to be simple—just a hard reset. Push the kid to his limits, make him sweat, strip back the bullshit. A week in the wild to break down whatever softness college and modern life had wrapped around him. Teach him what it means to move like a man, carry weight, shoot, fish, and live it rough. No comfort. No excuses. Just discipline, grit, and survival.

That was the promise. But the moment Carl got in my car, something shifted. It was clear the kid was hoping for something more. I was weak and gave in. Giving him what he wanted early. The boy was hungry for it. Fucking him over the hood of my Chevy Impala was impulsive. But this little slut was hungry for me. Wanted a man to take charge of him. 

Despite having an ex-military guy for a dad, it was clear the kid hadn’t had someone really take charge of him in a while. He had the muscle, the frame, the restless energy of someone trying to be a man—but he was still looking for someone to show him how. Not just bark orders. Lead. Embody it. Someone to push him past his edge and remake him on the other side.

Mike knew that. Hell, maybe that’s why he asked me.

Because I wasn’t his father. I wouldn’t hold back. I wouldn’t coddle. I’d drive him hard, the way real men trained each other when no one else was watching. The way Mike and I used to back in the army—boots in the dirt, cuts on our hands, and no one to rely on but the guy beside you. We lived by that code. And now Carl would too.

But what I hadn’t expected was how much Carl wanted it. Wanted me. The way he looked at me—at the way I moved, the way I spoke—it wasn’t just admiration. There was a hunger behind it. A craving for something deeper. The kind of connection men don’t talk about, but feel in their gut.

And I felt it too.

We reached the trailhead by late afternoon, the Impala kicking up dust as I cut the engine. The woods stretched out ahead—thick, quiet, remote. Just the two of us and miles of dirt, trees, and silence. No cell service. No roads. No help.

I stepped out, stretched, and adjusted the gar between my teeth. Carl got out slower, eyes scanning the treeline. Nervous energy.

“Have you ever slept outside before?” I asked, grabbing my pack.

“Once. Scout trip, years back.”

I smirked. “This ain’t no merit badge weekend.”

He shouldered his pack like it weighed nothing, but I watched the strain. The kid had muscle, but it strained under the load.

We hiked for over an hour before settling on a clearing—flat ground, near water, just enough canopy to keep out the weather. I let him set up his tent, just to see how he handled instructions. He fumbled, but figured it out.

When camp was up, I pulled out a couple of beers from the cooler, tossed one his way. He caught it one-handed, proud of that, like a dog showing off.

“Crack it and take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the log near the fire pit.

He sat. Wide-legged, relaxed—but not relaxed. Aware. Eyes on me more than the woods. He wanted to measure up. 

I lit my cigar, sat across from him, legs spread wide. Owned the space. He watched intently. Hoping for something more. Waiting for me to give him permission. 

“This weekend,” I said, “ain’t just about getting in shape. It’s about unlearning. You follow?”

He nodded, took a sip.

“You’re not in control out here. I am. You’ll eat when I say. Move when I say. Speak when I let you. And if I tell you to do something, you do it. No hesitation.”

Carl swallowed hard.

“You good with that?”

He nodded again, slower.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” I said quietly, watching the ripple it caused in him.

He shifted on the log, a flush rising in his neck. That twitch between shame and pride. My kind of trainee.

I reached into my pack, pulled out a second cigar, and passed it to him.

“Light it.”

He took it—fumbled slightly with the match, but got it going. Took a deep pull, eyes watching my mouth.

“You remember the rule?”

He exhaled slow. “Obey.”

I smiled. “Obey me.”

He nodded.

And the night settled in—cigars glowing in the dark, fire crackling low, and the air thick with silence, heat, and the first taste of surrender.

I knew after our drive in, he was hoping for a repeat of the action, but was not going to give him the satisfaction. I just let her sit back and enjoy our cigars.

Watching him smoke that cigar, I realized how far the boy had come. This wasn’t new to him. He’d tried this kind of thing before—roughing it, pushing limits—and he was well on his way to becoming the man he wanted to be.

We talked a little, but mostly sat in silence as we smoked at the edge of camp. When we finished, I told him it was time to hit the sack. We had an early morning ahead, and he’d better be ready to move. We each went to our own tents.

Not long after, I heard him fumbling around—probably playing with himself, thinking about what had gone down during the ride in. I called out, “Stop fussin’, boy. Get to sleep.” Not sure if I caught him in the act, but he went quiet quick, and within minutes, I could hear his snoring.

The next morning, I got up early. Made coffee, started packing my tent. The boy was still out cold, probably exhausted. I let him sleep a little longer while I lit my cigar. The smoke drifted slowly and heavily in the cool air.

Eventually, I heard him stir—maybe the scent woke him. I walked over, unzipped his tent, and said, “On your feet. Time to get your arse in gear.” He jumped to attention, clearly scrambling to shake off sleep.

He was naked. I’d seen his cock before, but there it was again—half hard, swinging as he moved. The kid had nothing to be ashamed of.

I sat on a log, cigar in hand, watching as he packed. Gave him a look that made sure he felt the pressure—no slacking. He moved quickly. Once his gear was together, I handed him a mug of coffee and told him to strap on his pack. No breakfast. We hit the trail early to beat the heat.

He followed behind me without a word. It was a hard start—sleep still in his eyes, legs stiff—but he didn’t complain. That earned him some respect.

About two miles in, I called for a break.

“Takin’ a piss,” I said.

Without pause, I pulled out my cock and started pissing right there on the trail. “Better go now,” I told him. “Not many breaks today.”

He did as told—pulled out his semi-hard dick and tried to piss. I could see him struggling to focus, eyes locked on the stream coming from mine. We both stood there, side by side, pissing hard into the dirt, not saying a word—just staring.

When we were done, we put ourselves away. I tossed him a piece of jerky. He devoured it. The boy was hungry in more ways than one.

We continued the hike mostly in silence, though now and then I talked to him about what it meant to be a man. Most of the trail was uphill—gruelling, relentless. He was straining, his body pushed hard, but the boy kept up. I could see the exhaustion settling into his frame, but he never said a word. He didn’t want to seem weak. That silence? That was pride. So I kept him moving, pushing past his limits, making sure he felt every step in his bones.

It was getting close to noon, and I figured it was time for a break, but I wanted to test him a bit more. I knew he was hungry, knew he needed water, rest, and something solid in his gut. But I waited. Let him sweat a little longer.

Finally, we reached a clearing. I nodded toward a fallen log.
“This is good. We’ll stop here for lunch,” I said. “Then I’ll teach you to shoot.”

I tossed him a strip of jerky and cracked open a beer, motioning for him to sit.
“We’ve got a couple more miles before camp,” I told him, “so recharge. You’re gonna need it.”

As we sat and ate, I asked, “Have you ever shot a gun before?”

He glanced at me.
“Tried a few times. My dad always had rifles around. Sometimes he let me shoot.”

I nodded, letting a smile tug at the corner of my mouth.
“Good. Every man needs to know how to handle a gun. That firm, hard steel in your hand—you gotta learn to control it. Feel its weight, its strength. Respect it—but make sure it knows who’s in charge.”

I pulled out some empty beer cans and lined them up on a log, then reached into my pack and pulled out my pistol—black, cold, solid steel. It gleamed in the sun, quiet and dangerous. The boy looked at it like he was seeing something sacred.

I raised the pistol, aimed at the first can, and with a calm breath, fired. The can flew back off the log, hit square.

“That’s how you hold a gun—with respect. But you’re still in control. The man commands the weapon.”

I handed it to him. He took it gingerly, turning it over in his hands like it might shatter. I stepped closer behind him—close enough that he could feel my breath on his neck.

“Feel the steel in your hand,” I murmured. “Let it settle into your grip. Own it.”

He swallowed, nodding, eyes fixed on the can.

“Take aim,” I said.

He raised the pistol, but his hands trembled. I moved in, guiding his grip with one of mine, wrapping around his wrist. My body pressed against his back, firm, deliberate. He could feel the heat coming off me. I made sure he could feel more than that—my cock nestled right up against the curve of his ass.

“I need you focused,” I said low in his ear. “No matter what you’re feeling. Right now, it’s about control. About power. The weapon in your hand—that’s all that matters.”

He tried. I could feel him breathing hard, trying to tune out the pressure, the distraction. He pulled the trigger. Missed.

“That’s alright, boy,” I said. “You’re gonna do it again. And again. Until you get it right.”

Still pressed close, I guided his arm, my voice firm and steady.
“Focus. Control. Take the shot.”

This time, he got closer. We kept going. He breathed deep. My breath in his ear, my body against his—guiding him, steadying him. Until finally, the shot rang out and the can flew.

“Good boy,” I said, stepping back. “You’re getting the hang of it.”

He looked hungry. That gun in his hand, the smell of powder and sweat, my body against his—he was charged. But I wasn’t about to give him what he wanted. Not yet.

“We’ve still got ground to cover,” I said. “More work to do. More training.”

And with that, I packed the pistol away.
The boy stood taller now.
And I knew—he was only just beginning to understand what it really meant to be a man.

You could see the confidence building in the boy as we pushed on. His posture shifted, standing taller, more sure of himself. That shooting session had clearly stirred something inside him. He wasn’t just surviving out here anymore—he was starting to own it. The quiet pride in his eyes said it all.

We hiked another five or six miles. He grew more talkative, relaxed. At one point, he even said, “Feels like I’m holding my own out here… like I’m closer to your level.”

That made me grin. I appreciated the spirit. But I also knew better—he still had more to learn. Confidence without respect is just noise.

I kept him moving until he was truly worn down. His stride faltered. His face showed the weight of exhaustion, but he didn’t complain. He was trying to prove he could go as hard as I could. Meanwhile, I was still walking steadily, barely sweating.

When we finally reached camp, I gave him his task.
“Set up your tent. I’ll get the fire going.”

He moved like his legs were made of lead, but he did it—unrolling his gear and throwing his things inside. Then I said, “Now set up mine.”

He hesitated just a second before nodding and reaching into my pack. I watched him closely as he caught sight of the cigars, the pistol tucked in the bottom. His eyes lingered there a moment, hungry. Hungry for more of this life. For manhood. He quietly got to work pitching my tent.

By the time he was done, I had water boiling over the flames. I handed him a bowl of rations—plain, gritty, just enough to keep him going. He took it without complaint, though I could tell he was used to more. That’s part of the lesson.

His eyes were heavy—he wanted to stay up, to be part of the moment, but I’d run him into the ground. His body was done.

“Get in the tent before you fall off that log,” I said.

I heard the zipper close. Within minutes, silence. He was out cold.

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The Next Morning

The day started the same as the one before. Routine. Discipline.

He woke to the scent of my cigar again. Coffee was waiting. No questions, no delays. He drank when I told him, ate when I handed him food, pissed when I gave the word. We hiked, drilled, and shot targets again—this time with better aim. He was getting sharper. Stronger.

But something else had shifted, too.

He was becoming bolder, flirtatious even. Shirtless, sweating, throwing glances my way, standing close when he didn’t need to. Adjusting himself when he thought I was watching. He wanted attention. My attention.

Every time I smoked, he watched my lips, my hands, like they held some secret he was desperate to uncover. I saw it—and I let him see that I saw it. But I kept my cool. A man knows how to control his urges, even when it’s getting hard.

 I lit a cigar, the smoke curling up between us. He stared, craving it. Not just the cigar, but everything it represented.

“Can I have one, Sir?” he asked, voice soft but hungry.

I looked him over.

“You hungry, boy?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” he said, eyes wide. “I’d really love one.”

I stepped in close, holding the cigar between my lips. I drew in slowly and deeply, then exhaled right near him. The smoke danced around his face. He inhaled, slow and deep, eyes fluttering as if he were tasting something more than tobacco. Our lips were close—almost too close.

“You’ll get what I give you when I say you’ve earned it,” I said.

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered. The heat between us was thick now. His body practically buzzed with anticipation.

I took another inhale, his mouth open, hoping. I blew the smoke directly into his mouth, our lips close, almost touching. He sucked in the smoke, eyes closed I could see the desire in his eyes as I blew that smoke i

“I know what you want,” I said. “And I know what it means to give it to you. You don’t get it just because you’re hungry. You get it when I decide you’re ready.”

I reached down, my hand brushing across his lower back, firm and slow, pulling him just a little closer. His breath hitched, his need radiating off him in waves.

“Are you ready for that responsibility, boy?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir. I want to be.”

“Good. Then keep earning it. Step by step.”

I stepped back, took another pull from the cigar, and let the silence stretch. The moment hung between us, charged, unspoken, powerful.

He knew this wasn’t just about getting what he wanted. It was about becoming what he needed to be.

I stepped back, giving him space to take me in, me, standing there with my cigar, the smoke curling slowly around my face like a crown. He stared like he was starving, jaw slack, eyes hungry.

“You’ve been a good boy,” I said, letting the words roll slowly and heavily. “Maybe Daddy’ll give you what you’ve been begging for.”

His breath caught.

I unzipped, pulled my cock out—thick, pierced, still slick from the edge of arousal. I took a long drag from the cigar, let the smoke hang between us, then looked him dead in the eye.

“This is what you want?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” he said, barely breathing. “Can I?”

I smirked. “Alright. But be quick about it—we’ve still got miles to go.”

He dropped to his knees like it was instinct, like it was where he belonged. He wrapped his lips around my cock and sank straight down to the base—no hesitation, no gag, just need. His throat opened like it had been trained for this, like my cock was meant to live there.

He sucked slow at first—wet and deliberate, tongue swirling under the head—then built speed, getting sloppy with hunger. My hand settled on the back of his head, guiding him, pressing just enough to remind him who was in control.

I kept smoking, watching him work. The heat of his mouth, the worship in his eyes, the way his hand gripped my thigh for balance—it was all perfect. He wasn’t just taking my cock. He was earning it.

He moaned around me, the vibration deep and filthy. His tongue dragged up the underside of my shaft, and I felt the first pulse of precum leak onto his tongue. He didn’t miss a beat—just swallowed it down like he needed it.

“Fuck, good boy,” I muttered, eyes narrowing as I took another drag from the cigar.

He started bobbing faster, slick and hot, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he devoured me. One hand worked the base while the other stroked my thigh, like he couldn’t touch me enough.

I felt the pressure building—balls tightening, heat curling up through my core. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him there, buried deep, as I came.

Thick, hot ropes shot down his throat. He swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, like he’d been waiting for it all day. When I let him up, he licked the head clean, then looked up at me, eyes bright, lips wet.

“Thank you, Sir,” he said, voice hoarse.

I zipped up, letting out a satisfied breath.
“Keep earning it, boy. You’re learning what it means to really serve.”

“I’m trying, Sir,” he said. “I want to be everything you need.”

“You’re on the right track,” I said, taking a final drag. “And there’s plenty more where that came from.”

His grin was flushed and eager, mind spinning with everything that might come next—and I knew he was hooked.

Having given Carl a taste of his rewards, I knew it was time to snap things back to discipline. He was here to be moulded. Earn his place. And rewards? They came only when I said so. I handed him the rest of my cigar—still warm, still wet from my mouth. He took it like it meant something. Like holding that between his lips made him closer to me. And maybe it did.

We threw our packs on again and hit the trail. He walked behind me, puffing the cigar like it was some kind of badge. The air around us was thick with smoke, pine, and sweat. I didn’t say a word, didn’t have to. His posture was lighter. Proud. Like that tiny gesture had lit something deeper inside him.

We returned to the trail, and I didn’t let up. Every step was earned. Every breath, tight in the chest. But I saw it in him—the fire. The respect. The hunger to keep pace, to match me. To become whatever the hell he thought I was.

After Carl had rested and seemed more steady, I decided it was time to set up camp for the night. He looked tired, but there was something different about him—more energy than the day before. Maybe the hard work was starting to sink in.

We followed the routine: pitched the tents, started a fire, ate the meager rations, then cracked open a couple of beers and lit cigars. I handed him one, watching him carefully. This was the moment to get real.

“So, how’s it feeling? This whole experience?” I asked, passing him the cigar.

He looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. “I knew it’d be tough. Didn’t think it’d be this tough. It’s… a lot of work.”

I nodded. “Your dad and I have done this before, plenty of times. Sometimes it’s just about survival, but other times, it’s about something more. A kind of discipline that carries over to everything else.”

He glanced at me, curious. “Did my dad ever… do the same? The harder stuff?”

I smiled, choosing my words carefully. “Yeah. When it was necessary. It’s part of learning what it really means to be a man—knowing your limits, pushing past them. But it’s not just about toughness. It’s about being honest with yourself. Knowing who you are.”

He looked thoughtful, a little vulnerable. “I’ve been thinking a lot about that. About me. I’m not sure how to say it, but… I think I’m gay.”

I nodded slowly. “That’s nothing to worry about. Being a man isn’t about who you love. It’s about how you carry yourself. Confidence, respect, and owning who you are. Doesn’t matter if it’s women or men. That’s the important part.”

He smiled, a little relieved. “I’ve always known, really. But it’s hard. Everyone thinks football players aren’t like that. I’d sneak a look in the locker room. It was confusing.”

I shrugged. “People have their ideas about what a man should be. Screw that. You do you? And if you want to you prove something to your dad or anyone else, do it by being the best version of yourself—not by pretending.”

There was a pause, then he looked me straight in the eye. “To be honest, part of why I wanted to come was to spend time with you. I’ve always kind of… fancied you. Thought about you more than I probably should.”

I gave him a small grin. “I figured as much. You’re not the first kid to feel that way. It’s complicated, wanting to be someone and wanting someone at the same time. But that’s part of what this weekend is for—figuring it all out.”

He looked relieved, maybe even a little hopeful. “Yeah. I want to be a man. Real man. Like you. Like my dad used to be. But I’m still trying to find out what that even means.”

He looked at me closely, his eyes searching—I could see the hunger there, the connection real. Then, tentatively, he asked, “Can I kiss you, Sir?” For a moment, I hesitated; this wasn’t part of the training. But wanting to let him in, I simply said, “Come here.”

I leaned in slowly, pressing my lips to his, my beard brushing against his smooth skin. He started gently, then parted my lips, our tongues meeting with a voracious hunger. This man wanted it badly. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer so we could really connect. He was hungry, thirsting for this.

When I released him, he pulled back slightly but returned quickly to kiss me again, smoke curling around my beard. He watched my lips, eyes wide, then asked, “Do I deserve another reward? I’ve done well today.” He’d listened, really wanted it—and I was conflicted. I didn’t want him to think he could get this whenever he wished. But I wanted it just as badly.

I inhaled deeply on my cigar, then drew him back in with a kiss, exchanging smoke and desire. I wanted him to know I was willing to let it happen. He kissed back, excited by what might come next.

I kept my cigar between my lips as I slipped my cock free from my pants. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees again, eager to repeat the afternoon’s ritual. The hunger was clear.

He was already on his knees, mouth open, ready. His lips wrapped around the head of my cock like he’d been waiting all day for it—maybe he had. I let the cigar hang from my mouth, one hand steadying his head, the other gripping the base of my shaft as he worked deeper. He gagged once, pushed through it, then swallowed around me like a man starving.

“Good boy,” I growled, low and approving, stroking the back of his neck as he sucked harder, faster.

His mouth was wet, messy, and spit trailed down his chin. I let him find rhythm, then took it away. I gripped his head and started thrusting into his throat, slow at first, then rougher. He choked, moaned, eyes watering as he took it. That moan? It vibrated straight through my cock. I shoved in deep and held it, watching his throat bulge around me.

I pulled out with a wet pop, wiping the slick off on his cheek.

“Turn around. Get on all fours.”

He did without question, dropping down, arching his back for me like he knew exactly what I wanted. His shorts were still halfway on—I yanked them down, exposing the tight, muscular ass I’d been thinking about since we got into camp.

Firm. Smooth. I spread his cheeks wide, cigar still clenched in my teeth, and leaned in. I licked a long, slow stripe from his balls to his hole, circling it, teasing, letting my spit pool there before plunging my tongue in deep. He gasped, then cried out as I fucked him with my tongue, sloppy, loud, wet.

“Fuck—Sir…”

I gave his cheek a slap. “You want more?”

“Yes, Sir… please. I need it.”

I spat directly on his hole, rubbing it in with two fingers before sliding one inside. Tight. Hot. He pushed back onto me as I added another, scissoring gently at first, then faster, rougher. He was moaning into the dirt, trying not to lose it already.

I pressed against his prostate, and he jerked, groaning loudly.

“Oh, fuck—Sir, I’m close…”

“Not yet,” I growled.

He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide and dark with need. “Please, Sir… give it to me.”

I pushed in slowly, letting him feel every inch stretch him open. He whimpered as the head popped past the ring, then hissed as I sank deeper—inch by inch—until my hips pressed flush against his ass.

I let him breathe, twitching inside him.

Then I started to move.

Slow, deep strokes, dragging every ridge of my cock along his tight channel. He moaned with every thrust, hands gripping the ground, back arched just for me. I gripped his waist, then one hand slid up his back, fingers curling around his neck.

He whimpered. “Use me, Sir.”

I lost it.

My hips snapped forward, slamming into him again and again. His ass clapped against my thighs, loud and filthy. He pushed back, matching me, begging with his body for every rough stroke. My cigar burned between my lips, the smoke wrapping around us as I fucked him into the ground.

He was soaked—his cock dripping. I reached under and grabbed it, jerking him as I pounded harder, the wet sound of my balls slapping him matching the desperate groans spilling from his lips.

I felt him tighten.

“Sir—I’m—fuck!”

“Do it.”

He exploded, cock pulsing in my fist, ropes of cum painting the dirt below us. He screamed into the night, body convulsing as I kept fucking him through it. That clench—that final desperate grip around my cock—sent me over the edge.

I drove in deep and let go, thick ropes of cum flooding him, filling him up. I didn’t stop moving, letting every spasm of my orgasm finish inside him.

We both stayed still for a second—breathing heavy, soaked in sweat, smoke, and cum.

Then I pulled out slow, watched the mess leak from his stretched hole. I wiped it up with my hand, brought it to his mouth.

“Clean it.”

He licked my fingers greedily, still panting. I handed him the cigar. “Nothing tastes better than cum smoke.”

He took a long drag, exhaled with a satisfied smirk.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I crouched next to him, hand on his back. “We only need one tent tonight.”

He liked that and nodded. “Thank you, Sir. It’s getting cold. Would be nice to have someone to keep warm with.”

Chapter One – Night Shift

You’d think a college athlete with a full scholarship wouldn’t need to burn the midnight oil finishing essays in the computer lab, but there I was again—long past midnight, hunched over my laptop under harsh fluorescent lights. The place was mostly empty, just the soft hum of the printers and the occasional shuffle of feet in the hallway.

I guess the truth was, I didn’t just come here for the quiet. I liked the way the night made everything feel a little less defined. During the day, I had a role to play as a team leader, easygoing guy, the kind of dude who dated girls and crushed batting averages. But after dark, with nothing but the keyboard and the glow of my screen, I could stop pretending for a while. No forced smiles. No “bro talk” with guys in the locker room I couldn’t relate to. Just me. Jason McNeil. Twenty-two. Tired. And quietly lost in more ways than I’d ever admit out loud.

I tugged the brim of my baseball cap down over my forehead, rubbing the back of my neck. My team logo—navy and silver, embroidered sharp and clean—was something I wore every day, almost like armor. People saw the cap and knew who I was. Or at least, who they thought I was.

The door to the computer lab creaked open.

At first, I didn’t look up. Just figured it was another student coming in late. But the footsteps were different. Heavier. Slower. A pause at the threshold. Then a soft jingle of keys and the low murmur of a radio. I glanced up, curious.

A campus police officer had stepped inside.

He wasn’t what I expected. Not stiff or overbearing. Late twenties maybe, with cropped brown hair, a bold jawline, and a body that looked similar mine.  He was athletic and solid, built from routine rather than vanity. His navy jacket was zipped halfway up, the name tag catching the light: Carter.

His eyes scanned the room once, then landed on me. He gave a nod.

“You all set in here?” he asked. His voice was calm and steady, friendly but alert.

“Yeah,” I replied, tugging out one earbud. “Just finishing up a paper.”

He stepped a little closer, hands resting easily on his gun belt. “Late night.”

I shrugged. “They all are this semester.”

His gaze went to the cap I was wearing. “You’re on the baseball team, right?”

“Shortstop,” I said with a small grin. “Guess the cap gives me away.”

He smiled too, just slightly. “It does. I’ve seen you around campus. You’ve got a good stance.”

That caught me off guard. “You watch the games?”

“Now and then. You guys have a solid lineup this year.”

I leaned back in my chair, studying him a bit more now. There was an ease to the way he spoke, like nothing ever surprised him too much. His badge felt more like a detail than a barrier.

“I’m Officer Matt Carter,” he said, offering a hand.

I stood and shook it. His grip was firm, his hand warm and dry.

“Jason McNeil.”

“Nice to meet you, Jason. Just doing my rounds. I have to lock this building down soon. Didn’t mean to interrupt your grind.”

“No worries,” I said. “Appreciate you checking in.”

He nodded, but didn’t move right away. He looked around, then back at me. “You’re usually here around this time, huh?  I’ve seen you here several times.”

I blinked. “Yeah. Guess I like the peace and quiet.”

“Me too,” he said. Then, after a beat: “Do you usually walk back to your dorm alone after this?”

“Usually.”

His expression softened, but there was a flicker of seriousness in his tone. “If you ever want someone to walk with you, just say the word. Nights aren’t always predictable or safe on campus. Not even for an athlete like you.”

I hesitated. “Thanks. That’s good to know. If I feel uneasy, I’ll let you know.”

He gave one last nod and turned toward the door. Just before stepping out, he glanced over his shoulder. “See you around, Jason.”

And he was gone.

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Four nights later, I saw him again.

He looked right at me and smiled. “You’re becoming part of the furniture.”

I grinned. “And you’re becoming part of the routine.”

He walked over and nodded at the chair beside me. “Routine is part of my job. Mind if I sit for a bit?”

“Be my guest.”

He eased into the seat, and for a while we just talked. He told me more about his background—born and raised in western Massachusetts, two brothers, small town vibe. He’d gone to a local college, worked some private security gigs, and ended up on campus police about three years ago.

“I like the environment,” he said. “You meet all kinds of people. Most of the time, it’s pretty quiet.”

“Except for the occasional drunk freshman,” I offered.

“Mostly,” he said with a grin.

Eventually, he stood to leave. “Next time you’re out this late, let me know. I could use some company during my rounds.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You offering me a ride-along?”

He grinned. “Only if you promise not to get me written up.”

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That ride-along happened two nights later. I texted him—just a simple “Hey, still on patrol?”—and within five minutes, he pulled up.

The first fifteen minutes were mostly silent. We cruised slowly past the dorms. I watched him as he drove—one hand on the wheel, eyes scanning the sidewalks with casual precision.

“You take this job pretty seriously,” I said.

“I care about the people here,” he said. “That includes you.”

My throat tightened.

He parked near the old library. We sat in silence for a while.

“Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Sure.”

“While you’re patrolling this campus, do you ever feel like you’re doing what you were meant for?”

He was quiet for a long time. Then he said, “Yeah. Sometimes.”

I turned toward him. His face was in shadow, but his eyes were steady. 

“I feel like all I’m doing in college might be a waste.  I don’t know what I want to do with my life and this is just taking up time.  At least I’m in my senior year.”

Matt continued to look at me.  A thorough once over and then his eyes locked on mine.

“Jason, I don’t think you’re wasting your time. Maybe you haven’t decided what you want to do yet, but the education is important.  Who knows, you might go for the Major League or maybe you’ll take another direction entirely. I think I’m getting to know you, Jason,” he said quietly. “Not the shortstop. Not the golden boy. Just you.  There’s more to you than you let on.”

His words touched me inside.  I felt like he knew things I hadn’t told him.    I also sensed more than a passing interest from him.

That night, something shifted. The friendship intensified.

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Chapter Two – Ride-Along

That Thursday night started like any other late shift. Matt had texted around 10:45: “Got the late shift. You up for a walk?” And that was all it took. No matter how tired I was, or how sore my legs felt after double practice, I never hesitated when I saw his name pop up. Matt had become a constant, a quiet thread woven into my nights. There was a rhythm to it now.  The patrol car pulling up, the door creaking open, and that crooked smile that always made me feel like a friend.

I threw on jeans, my school hoodie, and my baseball cap. A little part of me hoped he liked that I wore it every time. As I stepped outside into the cool, damp night, the campus felt hushed. Fog hovered, glowing faintly under the lamplight. I spotted the cruiser as it rounded the corner, headlights cutting through the mist.

Matt leaned across the seat and opened the door. “I think you must be thinking about becoming a cop.  Are you thinking about that, shortstop?”

“It kinda feels like it,” I said, sliding in and buckling up. “I feel like I’m learning more from you than from a lot of my professors.  I really enjoy spending time with you as you work.” The warmth of the cabin hit me instantly, bringing with it the familiar scent of leather, a trace of coffee, and whatever subtle cologne he wore.

He gave me a quick glance as he pulled away from the curb. “How was practice?  Things are winding down for the season aren’t they?”

“It was rough today. Coach keeps us working pretty much all year.  He has us running infield drills like we’re trying out for the Yankees. I’m gonna feel it tomorrow.”

“Gotta keep that arm and glove sharp, huh?”

“Shortstop’s a pressure spot,” I said. “If I screw up, it’s two runs and a chewing out from Coach Rivas.”

“Sounds like my job. One wrong call and I wind up in a meeting with my Chief and the Dean.”

I smiled at that. The cruiser cruised slowly around the perimeter of the science buildings. Every so often, Matt would radio in his position or wave at a lone student cutting across the quad. I liked seeing him like this. Focused. Comfortable. In control. 

“So what’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen on patrol?” I asked.

Matt chuckled. “That’s a long list. Last fall, some guys tried to smuggle a keg into the student center using a stretcher from the Infirmary. They wrapped it in a blanket like it was a sick friend.”

I burst out laughing. “Creative.”

“They even pretended to cry when I stopped them. One guy tried to give it CPR.”

“Please tell me you have body cam footage.”

“I wish. That’s just one of those moments you have to live to appreciate.  It’s recorded in my memory.”

We looped past the main library. Matt parked near the lower quad and shut off the engine. He reached for his thermos and offered it to me.

“Try it. Black with a splash of hazelnut.”

I took a sip and nodded. “Damn. Better than the student center coffee.”

He grinned. “I don’t mess around when it comes to caffeine.”

There was a pause. Not uncomfortable, just heavy with something unspoken. I leaned back, raising the brim of my cap a little.

“You always wanted to be a cop?”

“Not always,” he said. “I wanted to be a firefighter when I was a kid. But I get claustrophobic in the breathing gear. I found out the hard way in a volunteer program.”

“So law enforcement was the next best thing?”

“Sort of. I like helping people. I like watching out for trouble. I have good observation skills, plus I’m good with routines. I find comfort in structure.”

“I get that,” I said. “Baseball’s like that. Every pitch, every shift, it’s a pattern. You read the batter, the count, the signals. It’s about being where you need to be.”

Matt looked over at me then, eyes lingering. “You sound like someone who lives in their head more than people think.  Makes me wonder what else goes on in the noggin.”

“Yeah. I guess that’s fair.”

His gaze drifted to my cap. He reached out, surprising me, and pushed the brim up gently with his finger.

“You’re always wearing that thing.”

I smirked. “Part of the uniform.”

He reached behind his seat and pulled out his police cap. He looked at it for a second, then held it out. “Wanna try mine on?  You can be my honorary patrol partner.”

I blinked. “You serious?”

“Sure. Try it on.”

I hesitated, then took off my cap and set it on the dashboard. Then I took his uniform hat from his hand and slid it on. It fit perfectly. Felt solid. Official. I caught my reflection in the side mirror and the dark blue hat above my eyes changed my whole appearance.

“You pull it off pretty well,” he said.

“Guess I’m on duty now.”

He chuckled, but I noticed the way he looked at me. Like he wasn’t just amused. It looked almost like longing.

I flipped my own baseball cap toward him. “Here. Gotta balance things out.”

He caught it and examined it before putting it on.  “This thing is spotless.  No sweat stains.  I don’t know how you keep it so clean.”

“I’m kind of a clean freak.  My body, my uniforms, everything has to be perfectly clean or I don’t feel right about it.  I don’t like how so many students wear dirty, smelly clothes.  If my cap gets dirty, I wash it. Then I wear it while it dries so it keeps the correct fit.  Call me weird if you want but I’m just funny about some things and cleanliness is one of them.”

He looked natural wearing my cap. Like he’d worn it a hundred times. “I understand.  I’m a clean freak too.  I never wear the same uniform twice.  I wear a fresh one each shift.  I’m kind of a clean freak too.  I guess we have that in common. So how do I look in your cap?”

“Like you’re about to steal second.”

He gave me a slow smile, eyes locked on mine. Unspoken words passed between us in that look. That was the moment it shifted. Again. Whatever line there had been between us got a little thinner.  Wearing each other’s caps somehow bonded us in a new way.

We walked the campus together. He let me carry the flashlight, gave me tips on checking doors and spotting suspicious activity. I played the role of campus cop with enthusiasm, and he played along like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When we returned to the cruiser, I slipped his cap off slowly, holding it in my lap.

“Thanks for that,” I said.

He nodded. “I’ll let you wear it again sometime.”

And I did. The next one. Then a few nights later. Before long, it got to be a joke between us when we swapped caps. It always fit. Always felt right. And he’d sometimes wear my baseball cap like it was part of his uniform.  

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Chapter Three – More Than Clothing

A few weeks later, the rain was steady.  A fine mist that made the sidewalks shimmer. I waited under the eaves of the rec center, hoping to see Matt. My hoodie was damp at the shoulders, and I kept checking the time.

At exactly 11:02, the cruiser pulled up. Matt rolled the window down. “Still in uniform, I see.”

“Team policy. Represent the team even off the field.”

He smiled. “Get in, smartass.”

Inside, the heat blasted. I exhaled into my hands and rubbed them together.

“You cold?”

“A little.”

He reached behind him and pulled his patrol jacket off the seat. “Here.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve got on a t-shirt, my ballistic vest and my uniform.  I’m plenty warm.  Here, put it on.”

I took it without protest. Slid my arms into it. Heavy, lined, warm. The patch on the sleeve looked sharp under the dashboard lights.  It had his scent in it. I felt different in it. More present. More tuned to Matt.

Matt gave me a long look. “You know, you really do wear that well.  Maybe you should be a cop.”

His compliment raised a want, a need in me that I didn’t want to show.  I met his eyes and held them as I said, “Thanks.”

We parked near the quad and walked together. Me in his jacket and hat. Him in my cap. The mist clung to everything, softening edges, muting the world. Our shoulders brushed now and then.

We talked about movies, family, life outside of sports and law enforcement. He told me about growing up with brothers, always being the mediator. I told him how I used to sneak into my older cousin’s room and try on his old varsity jacket when no one was home and how I’d always felt drawn toward uniforms.

He didn’t laugh.

“You ever tell anyone that?” he asked.

“No. Not even my cousin.”

“Then I’m honored that you felt comfortable enough to share it with me.”

We paused near a darkened academic building. The moment stretched.

“Matt…” I began, voice quieter than I meant.

He turned to me.

“I’ve been thinking about you. Maybe too much.”

He didn’t look surprised. Just calm. Sure.

“Me too. Since the first night.  You’re a great guy and I’m glad to know you.  I think I have feelings for you too.”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to do with it.”

“We don’t have to do anything. Not until we’re both ready. We’re friends now so we just let things play out.”

But in that quiet moment, we both knew we were getting very close.

Back in the car, I kept his jacket on. When we pulled up outside my dorm, he didn’t ask for it back but I took it off and tossed it and his uniform hat in the car as I got out. I grinned at him and said, “Next time, I want the full uniform.”

Matt grinned. “Not on your life, shortstop!  I’m the cop.”  Then he tossed my cap back to me.

I put my cap on, feeling his warmth inside it.  As I walked away, I didn’t feel like I was pretending anymore. And I didn’t feel so alone with my desires.  I knew I wanted to be with Matt.

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Chapter Four – Confession

The next few weeks passed in a blur of cold nights, patrol rides, and private moments that hummed with something deeper than either of us could name. Outwardly, we were just two guys walking a campus. A student helping out, a cop doing his job. But under the surface, it felt like we were writing a story only we understood with a quiet build-up of gestures, glances, and shared silence that spoke more than words.

By now, it had become routine. Matt would swing by after his shift started, and I’d be waiting. Some nights we drove, others we walked. Sometimes I wore his cap, sometimes his jacket, and on one occasion, when it started snowing without warning, he pulled his gloves off and handed them to me without a word. They were warm, worn, and smelled faintly of the same clean scent I had come to associate with him.  To me, it had become sensual when he shared some of his clothing. It was like he was loaning me a piece of himself.

The thing is, I was no longer pretending to myself. I knew what this was. What it was becoming. And I was reaching a breaking point with hiding it. Not just from the world, but from Matt.

It happened one night when the campus was particularly quiet. Finals were approaching, and the dorms were still. A thin layer of frost glazed the grass, and the sky above us was perfectly clear, scattered with stars.

We had parked near the faculty parking lot at the edge of the athletic fields. I could see the baseball diamond from where we sat. It looked surreal in the pale light, like a dream frozen in time.

“You ever miss playing?” I asked, nodding at the field.

Matt followed my gaze. “Every spring. My body doesn’t, though. Two torn hamstrings and a shoulder that clicks every time I roll over in bed.”

I chuckled. “What position did you play?”

“Second base. But I covered short a lot, too.”

I smiled. “Makes sense. We’re the glue of the infield.”

“Exactly. Always in the thick of it.”

We let that hang for a moment. Then, quietly, I asked, “Did you ever feel like you had to be someone else? When you played, I mean. Around the guys.”

Matt took a deep breath, his hands resting on the wheel. He didn’t answer right away.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I knew I liked guys by the time I was fifteen. I learned pretty quick how to wear a mask. No one ever knew. Not during school, not the academy. Maybe a few people guessed. But I never confirmed it.  I never did anything sexual with anyone.”

He glanced over at me. “You ever come out to anyone?”

I looked astonished, “What?  You think I’m gay?”

He smirked, “Duh.”

I guess you’ve caught me. “No. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

He nodded slowly, like he understood the weight of it. “I won’t lie. It’s scary. Even now. But you’re not alone in it.  We’re buddies. We can talk, share feelings, work things out.  I’ll help you any way you want.”

There was a long pause. The only sound was the faint hum of the cruiser’s heater and the occasional crackle from his radio.

“Matt, I…”

He turned to me, gently. No pressure. Just readiness.

“I think about you all the time,” I said. “I think about you when I’m running drills. When I’m at the gym. When I’m falling asleep. And it’s not just a crush or curiosity or whatever. It feels real. It feels like there would be hole in my life if you weren’t here.  And I don’t know what to do with that.”

He didn’t speak right away. But he didn’t look away, either.

His face softened and grew serious. “I think about you too, Jason. I think we feel the same.”

Then, gently, he reached over and took my hand. It was the first time we’d touched skin-to-skin. His hand was warm, steady. I felt a tingle from his touch. I didn’t want to let go.

We didn’t kiss. But the silence between us was no longer tense. It was peaceful.

We stayed like that for a while, fingers loosely intertwined.

Eventually, he broke the silence. “You still want to wear the hat sometimes?”

I smiled. “Yeah. But this time, you’re keeping the baseball cap. I have spares.”

He reached behind the seat, pulled out the police cap, and passed it to me. I slid it on.  Now wearing it felt more meaningful now that we’d shared our feelings.

That was the night we stopped pretending anything about us was ordinary. We were more than patrol buddies. More than friends. And something told me, the best part of our story was just getting started.

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Chapter Five – The Trade

By the time October rolled in with its gold-crusted trees and chilly twilight air, our lives had changed more than either of us admitted out loud. The biggest change came when I moved off campus and into Matt’s two-bedroom apartment above the local coffee shop. It was modest with exposed brick walls, squeaky wooden floors, and a kitchen that felt like it was trying, but failing, to be modern.  Modest, yes, but it was ours.

Our routine changed, too. Now, instead of riding with him for a few hours and getting dropped back at the dorm, I met him at the door when his shift ended. Sometimes I was still awake, sometimes already asleep. In small ways, we were building something.  It was a life shaped around glances, conversations, and a kind of intimacy that grew without pressure. I had my bedroom and Matt had his.  We were closer to each other than a pair of twins but we still had not had sex.  Neither of us wanted to rush it.

When Halloween came up, I didn’t think much of it at first. I wasn’t planning on going out. A few of the baseball guys were throwing a costume party, but I knew I’d be dodging awkward conversations and even more awkward flirtations from girls who didn’t realize I was batting for the other team. I figured Matt might have to work anyway. But when he told me he’d been invited to a department mixer and costume party off-duty, I could see the unease in his face.

“You’re not gonna believe this,” he said one night over takeout, “but I have zero clue what to wear. They made it themed—something sporty. Can you imagine a bunch of off-duty cops in gym shorts and t-shirts?”

I laughed at that and said, “That doesn’t sound bad at all.  I wouldn’t mind.”

“You’re not helping,” he said. “I have can’t imagine what I should go as.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You could go in your academy sweats. Play it safe.”

“Lame. I need something that says fun but not ‘trying too hard.’ Besides… I think I’ve worn this same pair of jeans to every off-duty thing in the last year.”

I studied him for a moment, then got an idea. I stood up and walked to my closet. The zipper of my garment bag hissed open and I pulled out my baseball uniform.

I walked back to the living room. “You’re gonna wear mine.”

He looked up. “Wear what?”

I held out my baseball uniform, still neatly hung and cleaned from our last game. “Everything. Cleats, jock, sliding shorts, the works.”

Matt blinked at me. “You serious?”

“Absolutely. You’ve worn the cap before. You even wore my hoodie that week you caught the flu. Time for the full experience of being me.”

He was quiet for a second, then gave that slow, side-smirk I knew so well. “You sure you’re okay with me stretching out your pants?”

“We’re the same size, dummy. They’ll fit just fine. Trust me.”

The night of the party, he emerged from the bedroom looking every bit like he was about to lead the team onto the field. My jersey stretched across his chest, the number 8 pressed tight against his torso. The belt was cinched perfectly, and the pants hugged his hips and butt in a way I hadn’t expected to affect me as much as it did. The socks were pulled high, cleats laced, and to top it off, he wore my baseball cap turned backwards.

“How do I look, Coach?”

I blinked. “You look amazing. But turn that cap around the right way.  Respect that uniform like its yours.”

He chuckled, turned the cap forward and grabbed his keys. “OK Coach. Don’t wait up. Or do. Could be fun either way.”

I watched him leave, stunned at how strange and thrilling it was to see someone else wearing something so tied to my identity. It wasn’t just a uniform anymore. It was… personal. Seeing Matt in it stirred something I hadn’t named until now.  I wondered if he felt like I did when I wore some of his uniform.

And then the thought hit me. What would it feel like to wear his whole uniform?

I hesitated for a long time before walking back to his closet. His patrol gear was always organized, always neat. Out of respect, I’d never touched it beyond borrowing the cap or jacket.

Tonight, though, something pulled me.

 I pulled his used t-shirt out of the laundry basket and put it on.  Then I layered the ballistic vest. The pants fit like a glove. The shirt tucked in clean, the name plate over the right breast at the same level as his badge on the left. I pulled on his black socks and then his boots. The jacket came next, the thick collar brushing my neck, the sleeves rolling down like armor. I cinched the gun belt around my waist, adjusted the radio strap across my chest. then put the cap on my head. I felt like I was wearing Matt.  My skin was surrounded with his scent.

I stood in front of the mirror and froze. I didn’t recognize myself—and yet, I did. This wasn’t costume. It wasn’t play. I looked like someone I wanted to be. I felt strong, composed, visible. Just like Matt. It was exciting and more than a little erotic.

I paced a little, heart thudding. The smell of him in the fabric—aftershave, starch, something faintly metallic wrapped around me like a memory. My hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but anticipation. It wasn’t just about the gear.  It was about feeling him. Understanding him. Becoming a little more connected to the person who had changed everything. I kept the uniform on and lounged on the couch watching TV.

Sometime after midnight, I heard the key in the lock. I stayed still in the hallway, listening.

He stumbled in laughing softly to himself, more than slightly buzzed, and kicked off the cleats at the door.

“Jason? You up?”

I stepped into the glow of the kitchen light.

He stopped cold. His eyes widened.

I didn’t say anything. Just stood there in full uniform, cap on, boots planted.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “You… you’re wearing it.”

I nodded, watching the way his gaze traveled over me. “And you’re wearing mine.”

“It fits like it was made for you.”

“So does yours.”

There was a pause.

Then he stepped closer, closing the distance between us with a steady intensity. His hands found my waist, thumbs brushing just above the belt line.

“You look…” He swallowed. “Hot. I mean, really damn good.”

I reached up and touched his chest, where my team logo was still stretched across the fabric. “You do too.”

We kissed then, no hesitation this time. Months of careful boundaries and tentative touches evaporated the second our mouths met. We reached down and felt each other’s excitement.  All pretense was gone. It was slow at first, then deeper, hungrier. Our hats got knocked askew. Our uniforms pressed between us, fabric stiff but electric. Our hard dicks were rubbing each other as we made out.

He walked me backward to the couch, pulling the jacket off my shoulders. I tugged at his jersey, and in the next heartbeat, we were shedding layers not just of clothing, but of everything we’d been holding back.

It wasn’t just physical. It was deeply emotional. It was release. Recognition. The joy of being with someone who saw every part of you and didn’t flinch.

We made slow, sweet love.  I took him in my mouth and got him wet.  I sucked him and played with his balls and taint until I could tell he was ready. Then I rolled over on the sofa and handed him the bottle of lube from beside me.  “Matt, I want you to be my first. Take it easy but fuck me.  I need you inside me.”

Matt was more than happy to oblige me.  “I haven’t done this before either.  I don’t want to hurt you.” 

He was sweet and slow and we both fumbled with our first time.  Somehow, we found pleasure with each other and carved a memory of our first sex that would never fade. Matt stroked me while he slowly worked himself in and out of my hole.  In spite of the newness of the experience we still managed to pleasure each other to simultaneous orgasms.  It was the culmination of a bond we had forged and feelings we shared.  It was a sweet and awe-inspiring moment in our lives.

Afterward, we lay tangled together on the couch, our bodies slick with sweat, lube and cum. Our breaths slowed and his hand found mine and held it tightly. “We really wore each other tonight,” he said with a grin. “You were a perfect fit on me.”

I laughed, resting my head against his shoulder. “Yeah, you fit snuggly in me. And I finally earned the badge.”

“You earned more than that, Jase.”

We drifted off like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the scents lingering between us. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I was trying to be someone else. I was just becoming the man I wanted to be with him.

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Chapter Six – Crossroads

The apartment had settled into winter mode. The radiators clanked, the windows fogged from warm breath and cold glass, and the world outside was mostly shades of gray. Snow came early that year, blanketing the sidewalks and coating the baseball field like nature had hit pause. It was December, and with finals looming and my last semester winding down, my world felt anything but calm.

Matt and I had carved out our own rhythm. Coffee together before his shift, late-night talks, quiet dinners in hoodies and socks. There were plenty of mornings I woke to find him already dressed, sitting at the kitchen counter filling out his patrol reports, his badge glinting in the soft overhead light. Sometimes he wore my hoodie and cap, and I’d catch him sipping from my travel mug.

I liked seeing parts of me wrapped around him like that. But under it all, a tension had been building. I could feel it in the way he paused when he brought in the mail and set college career brochures on the table. I could feel it in myself, too. The questions that wouldn’t stop knocking. One night, as wind howled outside and we lay in bed pressed together, I broke the silence.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said quietly, my head on his chest, fingers tracing slow patterns over his bare stomach.

“Dangerous start,” he murmured sleepily.

“I’m serious, Matt. Graduation is coming soon. Everyone’s starting to ask where I’m going, what I’m doing. Coach asked if I’m considering the minor leagues.”

His body went still for just a second.  I felt his muscles stiffen a little.

“What’d you tell him?”

“That I’m not sure. I’m not. I love baseball, but not enough to chase it around the country for a maybe shot.”

He rubbed my back gently. “So what are you thinking instead?”

I sat up slowly, looking down at him. “What if I went to the academy? Like you did.”

His eyes opened fully then, meeting mine. He didn’t laugh. Didn’t scoff. Just blinked, surprised.

“You’re serious.”

“Yeah. I’ve been riding with you for almost a year. I know the campus like the back of my hand. I like being out there, helping people. It’s routine but not boring. Purposeful.”

He sat up beside me, sheets falling to his waist.

“You’d be good. You’re sharp, observant. Good under pressure. And you’re strong as hell. But…”

“But what?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s a hard job, Jase. You see people at their worst. Some nights you get spit on. Some mornings you file a report on someone who reminds you of your brother. You see kids OD’d in their bed.”

“But you still do it.”

“Yeah, because I believe in it. But I also don’t want you choosing it because of me. Or worse, resenting me if it doesn’t turn out to be what you hoped.”

I leaned into him. “I wouldn’t resent you. I’m thinking about it because of how I feel when I’m out there. With you. When someone nods at us, or asks for help, or even when it’s just you and me doing rounds, I feel like I’m not pretending anymore.”

His gaze softened. “When I’m with you, I feel that too. You know I love you, but I don’t want to hold you back from any future you deserve.”

I kissed him then, slow and certain, my hand sliding along his head as I stroked his hair. The kiss deepened, mouths warm, our bodies shifting closer. He rolled over me, his weight pressing down as his hands cupped my sides. We’d done this before but something about that night made it feel more vulnerable. More tethered to the future than just the here and now.

I heard the click of the top on the lube bottle.  He got a handful and worked it into my crack and hole with gentle fingers.  Once I was opened up, he lubed himself.  He leaned forward and kissed me hard as he penetrated me.  He was gentle and slow and I moaned in ecstasy as he moved inside me.  This went on for a long time until he sped up his rhythm and started to stroke me in time with his thrusts and kisses.  I was finally overcome with pleasure and spilled my cum between us.  This pushed Matt over the edge as well and I felt every pulse of his cock inside of me.

Afterward, we lay tangled together. He traced a line down my chest. “Where would you go to the academy?”

“That’s the hard part. The closest one is two hours away. And most of the departments I’ve looked at are out of state. They hire directly into training programs.”

Matt’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling now.

“So you would have to leave.”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Maybe.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. The silence stretched out, heavy between us.

“You know you’ve built something here,” he said at last. “Your team, your friends. Us. Me.”

I rolled onto my side, facing him. “I’m not trying to leave you behind. I don’t want that.”

“But you might have to.”

His words weren’t angry. Just factual. And that made it worse.

“Unless…”

He turned to me.

“Unless what?”

I hesitated. “Unless there’s a way we make it work. If I go to a program nearby. Or… if we figure out what this is really about. You and me.”

He touched my cheek, thumb brushing beneath my eye.

“You know what this is. We’ve been living it every day. We wear each other’s clothes. We finish each other’s damn coffee orders. I can tell what kind of day you had based on how your cap sits on your head.”

I let out a quiet laugh. “You love that cap.”

“No.  I deeply love the guy who wears it.”

My breath caught.

He didn’t take it back.

He just looked at me with that same calm certainty he always had when we were on patrol. Like he knew exactly where we were going, even if the road ahead was uncertain.

I cupped his face. “I love you too.”

We didn’t sleep much that night. Not out of lust but closeness. Touches became reassurances. Every whisper felt like a thread woven tighter between us as we cuddled.

In the morning, over scrambled eggs and Luke-warm coffee, I looked at the open laptop on the table. The application to the state police academy blinked in front of me.

“So,” he said, sliding the plate toward me. “You gonna fill it out?”

I looked at him. At our apartment. At the future neither of us could predict.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “But I’m gonna apply to one here. If I can stay, I want to. If I have to go, I’ll find a way to come back.”

He nodded.

“Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

Because love, like law enforcement, meant showing up. Even when the route was unclear. Especially then, when the need was greatest.

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Chapter Seven – The Opening

The snow was falling again that night, soft and slow, blanketing the campus like the world had called a timeout. I stood by our apartment window, watching the streetlights halo through the flakes. Inside, the only sounds were the occasional clank of the radiator and the low hum of the clothes washer. The smell of hot cocoa still lingered in the kitchen. Matt’s shift was supposed to end half an hour ago.

When his cruiser finally pulled into the lot, I felt that small flutter I always did seeing him. His figure was unmistakable in the driver’s seat, uniform jacket buttoned high, patrol cap in place. He looked every bit the capable cop and the man I’d fallen in love with.

I opened the door just as he stepped into the stairwell.

“You’re late,” I said as he walked in, his boots heavy with half-melted slush.

Matt gave a tired half-smile and kicked his boots off at the door. “Yeah. Chief held me after briefing.”

I noticed he was holding something—a blue department folder under one arm. He didn’t usually bring home paperwork unless it was serious.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, but didn’t elaborate. He hung his jacket carefully, set the folder on the counter, and walked over to the sink to pour himself a glass of water.

I followed, waiting.

Finally, he glanced at the folder. “They opened a second overnight patrol position.”

I blinked. “Wait—what?”

He nodded slowly. “Campus police restructured some of the patrol zones. They’re adding a second officer for the late shift. North and south sectors. Each gets their own car, own route. It’s posted as of this afternoon. Internal applicants get priority.”

My eyes drifted to the folder. “That’s… big.”

“Yeah.”

Silence settled between us for a moment. I could feel it—thick, buzzing with possibilities. I stepped closer and leaned against the counter across from him.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked carefully.

Matt gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t said anything because I didn’t want to pressure you. You’ve still got options, Jase. You’ve got interviews lined up in three different cities. Police academies with bigger departments. Specialized units. Mobility. There’s still a lot on the table for you to choose from.”

“Right,” I said, quietly. “But that’s the thing. None of those places are here.”

His eyes flicked up to meet mine.

“And you are,” I added. “You’re here.”

He didn’t answer right away. He just watched me, and when he finally spoke, it was gentle. “I want you to take the job that makes you feel like you belong. That you’re doing what you’re meant to. Not the one that makes it easier for us or for me.”

“I’ve thought about that,” I admitted. “A lot. But Matt… if I took one of those out-of-town jobs, if I packed up and moved to Indianapolis or Raleigh or wherever else I’ve interviewed, I’d be waking up in an apartment without you. Working streets that don’t feel like home. Trying to start something with someone else when I already had the one thing that mattered most.  I couldn’t live with that hole in my heart if I left you behind.”

I saw a tear roll down his cheek as he reached for my hand across the counter. “You’re saying this job would be enough for you?”

I stepped around and stood beside him. “I’m saying we are.  We are all that matters.”

A beat of silence.

His voice was low. “I want to believe that. I do.”

“You can,” I said, more certain than I’d felt in weeks. “We’ve built something here. This place isn’t just your campus anymore. It’s ours.”

He ran a hand down my arm, slow and steady. “I’d love working beside you. But I never wanted to put that decision in your lap.”

“You didn’t,” I said. “You just reminded me what matters.”

He looked at me for a long time before pulling me into a quiet hug, his face buried in my shoulder as his body shuddered with quiet tears.

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That night, we sat on the couch, laptops open, files spread across the coffee table. The application was simple. A resume, statement of purpose, department references. I had most of it already prepped for my other applications, but Matt helped me tighten the language.

“Delete that,” he said, pointing at a sentence. “You don’t need to say ‘aspiring.’ You’re already the guy. Just write like you know it.”

“You’re good at this,” I said, smiling at him.

He shrugged. “I’ve read enough rookie applications to know when someone’s bluffing. You’re not. Just be yourself.”

“I am. You’re in most of my answers anyway.”

Matt leaned back, visibly touched. “You really think this place will give you what you need?”

I nodded. “You give me what I need.”

His hand slipped into mine, and we sat in silence for a moment. The snow outside kept falling, quiet and unbothered. The world beyond our apartment could wait.

I hit submit.

The confirmation screen flashed, simple and uneventful.

“That’s it,” I said, exhaling. “Now we wait.”

“Not long,” Matt said. “I’ll be asked to weigh in. I already know who’s on the review panel.”

“Oh great,” I teased. “Nepotism.”

He smirked. “Call it faith.”

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The interview was scheduled for the following Monday. I shaved twice that morning. Pressed my slacks until they had lines sharp enough to cut. Matt walked me to the front steps like a proud parent—half joking, half not.

“You got this,” he said, squeezing my shoulder.

I smiled. “You gonna quiz me when I get back?”

“No,” he said. “I’m just gonna take you out for dinner to celebrate your being hired.”

“Confident.”

He used his fist and faked hitting my chin. “I know a good thing when I see it.”

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The interview was more formal than I expected. Three department supervisors, the head of public safety, and a staff member from the student affairs office. They asked about everything—conflict de-escalation, campus policies, community relations, and the ethics of working on a campus where you’ve been a student.

I answered as honestly as I could.

“I think being a student here has helped me understand the needs of this campus. I know the blind spots, I know the common complaints, I know the mind of a student, and I’ve spent the last year learning from one of your best.”

They asked who I meant.

“Officer Matt Carter,” I said, clearly.

One of the interviewers raised an eyebrow. “We’ve noticed you’ve done quite a few ride-alongs with him.”

“Yes,” I said. “He’s part of the reason I want this. He’s shown me that serving this community isn’t about muscle or authority. It’s about presence. Listening. Understanding. Showing up when people need someone steady.”

They asked if working alongside him would be a conflict.

“No,” I said, firmly. “It’ll make me better. I won’t be leaning on him.  I’ll be learning from him.”

When the interview ended, I stepped out into the biting cold feeling like my nerves had finally thawed. By the time I got back to the apartment, Matt was already home.

“Well?” he asked, standing in the kitchen.

I tossed my coat aside and swept him straight into his arms.

“I nailed it,” I whispered.

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They called two days later.

Matt was at his desk, filling out a shift report. I was elbow-deep in a sink full of dishes when the call came. I dried my hands, answered, and stood frozen as the HR director confirmed the offer. Full-time. Starting after winter semester graduation.

I hung up and turned to find Matt watching me.

“Well?” he asked.

“They offered me the position.”

He stood, slowly. “You taking it?”

I smiled. “You tell me.”

He crossed the room, hands gripping my shoulders before pulling me into a hard, breath-stealing kiss. I held on like I never wanted to let go.

“I can’t wait to see you in your own uniform,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Yeah?” I smirked. “You already did on Halloween, but you were pretty drunk. You still think I look better in it than you?”

“Oh, you definitely do,” he said. “But just barely. And I look better than you in the baseball uniform.”

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The first day of training was a blur of paperwork, briefings, and equipment fittings. My issued uniform fit like a glove. No tailoring needed. The cap sat squarely on my head, the weight of the belt felt natural. When I stepped into the locker room and caught my reflection, I hardly recognized myself. But it wasn’t the uniform. It was the confidence underneath it.

That night, Matt and I walked patrol together.

It wasn’t official yet because my training shadow shifts hadn’t started but the chief gave us clearance to walk the quad together as a courtesy.

“You ready for this?” Matt asked as we passed the library.

“I’ve been ready and you know it.”

He handed me the flashlight, the one he always used.

“I trust you,” he said.

I took it, not just as a gesture, but as a passing of something bigger.

“I’ve got your six,” I said.

He looked at me, eyes full of something that felt bigger than either of us.

“I know.”

And just like that, we were no longer a student and an officer.

We were partners.

In duty. In love. In life.

When I found my cum rag and wipe the spunk from my eyes, I looked for Evan, but he was gone.    Shit, had I freaked him out?  Did he get weirded out from the watching me drinking piss on the TV or drinking all the piss at the bar.  Fuck, this is going to be extremely awkward tomorrow. 

Eventually when I fell asleep, I dreamt about Josh.  We were in class together and as usual he was joking around and then suddenly I felt pressure on my chest, as the bed shook.  I opened my eyes to see Evan straddling my chest, with his long cock in my face. 

“I need to piss; you want to drink it?”  he asked gruffly. 

“What time is it?”  I asked since staring into his crotch with was his soft, cut cock and balls hanging between his legs.  

“Who fucking cares, you want my piss or not?” he said picking up his cock and pointing at my mouth. 

What could I say, I was a urinal, a piss pig and I loved piss, of course I did!  I opened my mouth wide and immediately his hard stream of piss hit the back of my mouth.  The heavy flow drained down my throat as he sat on my chest, pissing into my mouth.  His piss was hot and tasted so good that I swallowed it as fast as Evan was filling my mouth.  I lifted my head, grabbing the head of his cock with my lips and wrapped them tightly around his soft skin, sucking down his golden juice as he sat back and let me have my fill.  And I took it all, every drop!  And when he was done and attempted to get up, I sucked his whole semi hard cock deep into my mouth.  

“Yea!”  Evan said.  I nodded my head. 

He reached up and grabbed hold of my headboard and lifted himself, so he was angled perfectly with is cock pushing into my mouth.  And as his hips started to thrust, his cock pushed deeper into my throat.  He fucked my face relentlessly hard, gagging me several times.  I tried to take it all, but he had to be 9 plus inch of hard cock that he was trying to shove down my throat.  Then his body stiffened, and with one last shove, his cock was deep in my mouth when his balls spewed hot cum filling my mouth and coating my throat as he moaned loudly and his hips jerked as he continued shooting ropes and ropes of thick cum into stomach. 

I was woken up by my alarm in the morning, my face and chest covered in dry, crusty cum.  My throat was sore, which brought a smile to my face, as I remembered my visitor last night.   The taste of my cousin’s piss and cum still strong in my mouth. 

Getting out of bed, I had to piss bad.  But instead of going into my bathroom, I walked downstairs to make coffee, just like Val would have.  I filled the pot with as much piss as I could and added a little water to make enough for Evan too.   Whom, to my surprise, was standing on the back kitchen stairs when I turned around after setting the coffee to brew.  

“Coffee is almost ready!”  I said as I looked at his ripped body, clad only in the same shear, skimpy underwear he had on last night. 

“Good morning. I could use a cup of that.”  He said gesturing towards the coffee pot, as his eyes looked me over standing against the counter, naked as usual.    

“Why do you wear those?” I asked, motioning towards his sheer ultra bikini briefs. “It hardly contains you, there can’t be any support, and I can see your cock and balls through them, so what’s the point!” 

“I don’t know, mom always told me to wear underwear.”  he said, looking down at the ridiculous pair that covered up nothing. “And these are the least constraining ones I could find.”  

“Well, your mom isn’t here, please take them off, they look ridiculous!”  I said, not willing to take no for an answer. 

I grabbed a couple of mugs from the cupboard, since the coffee was almost ready.  I filled both cups and thankfully there was enough for the two of us.  When I turned around to hand Even his mug, he had finally stripped out of his panties, and was completely naked, his nice long cock hanging comfortably over his oversized balls.  His pubes sprayed wild around his cock with a long happy trail stringing down from his abs to the large unruly bush above his cock.    

I handed Evan his coffee and we sat down at the table both scrolling through our phones.  I had a message from Josh, and one from Brad, but nothing that couldn’t wait until I saw them in school.   I was about to go to Sky when Evan came right out with it.

“So, why do you like to drink piss?” he asked. 

“Well, first of all I love cock, and it’s fucking hot to drink piss directly  from some guys cock.   And honestly it doesn’t taste bad.  And oh yea, thank you for last night.”  I said

“Did mine taste good.”  he asked seriously. 

“Yea, it was fucking awesome, and your cum wasn’t bad either.”  I said.

He turned red, obviously thinking about what he had done last night.  “Listen, about that.  I…”

“Don’t worry, I was quite happy with your nocturnal visit.”  I said, as I looked up at him and smiled. 

“I’ve never tried anyone’s piss before.”  He said. 

“Not even your own?”  I said, kind of surprised.  “As a kid I was always sticking my fingers in my spray and licking them to see how my piss tasted.” 

“No!” He answered sharply. 

“Well, I hate to tell you, but you’re drinking my piss right now.”  I said, moving my eyes to his coffee cup. 

“Fuck, no you didn’t!”  he said, looking down at his half full mug. 

“It’s mostly piss, and a little water so we’d have enough for both of us.” I told him truthfully.  

“Well, honestly it’s not too bad.” He said as he took another sip. “Ash, do you mind me asking how the hell did you get into drinking piss? 

“I saw this guy’s blog on Shy, and he was really into drinking guys piss, and I really got off on it.  Eventually I had to try it, and fuck it was so hot, I loved it and taste great.”  I told him, leaving out the part about my brother and Val. 

“Would you let me drink your piss sometime?”  Evan asked shyly. 

“Right now, no, it would quite bitter after drinking coffee.  But later after a few beers, I’d be happy to give you a taste.” I said, feeling a stirring in my cock.  “Do you want it from the tap or in a glass?” 

“From the tap?”  Evan said, questioningly.

“Do you want to drink it straight from the head of my dick, or do you want me to piss in a glass so you can drink it at your leisure?” I explained, my cock definitely beginning to harden now because of this conversation, as I felt it began to rise up between my legs.

“I think I’ll start with a glass, and then if I like it, I’ll take the rest from your cock.”  He said, as he looked directly at my growing cock. “But first I really want to blow you.” 

That caught me by surprised, but not as surprised as when I watched Evan got on his knees taking my cock into his mouth and proceeding to suck my cock deep into his throat.  

“Ahhhh fuck me!” I said as the tingling sensation radiated throughout my body. 

His mouth was like velvet, as his tongue ran up and down the length of my shaft as he guided my cock deeper and deeper into his throat.  He gagged a few times, which obviously enhanced the flexibility of his throat as he’d push again taking me all that way, until he had all 8 inches of my hard cock lodged in his throat with my balls flat up against his chin. 

“Damn Evan, you are a fucking great cock sucker!”  I said, feeling his warm mouth and tongue worship the base of my cock while the rest of my boner was being massaged by his throat muscles. 

He pulled his mouth from my cock. “I’ve had a lot of practice on myself” he said.

Wow! I thought.  But I will deal with that statement later. I put my hands on the back of his head, and pushed him hard onto my cock again, not letting up the pressure until I was embedded deep in his throat again. 

Slowly I began to fuck his throat, as he moaned and gagged as I slid in and out of his mouth.  So, I pushed harder and pumped faster, thrusting my hips as my cock pushed and pulled out of his mouth, producing the most gurgling noised from Evan’s throat.  But he did stop me, he put both hands on my hips giving him more leverage to get more of my hard shaft down his throat.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t any more of me to take. 

He took every bit of my load as my balls constricted and force hot, white cum through my cock, spewing massive amounts of spunk into his mouth.  And when I was spent and tried to pull out, he kept the pressure on my ass, keeping my spent, softening cock lodged deep in his throat. 

It was the strangest feeling but suddenly, somehow, he was working his throat muscles on my cock, making it tingle like tiny little metal beads were caressing the full length of my dick, causing my cock to return to being rock hard.  It happened quickly, the feeling building deep from inside my balls, and as I moaned loudly my cock once again spewed thick ropes of cum into his throat as he continued to work his throat muscles around my cock causing one of the wildest orgasms of my life.  

The orgasm, or constant flow of cum continued streaming from my cock down his throat.  I was deliriously stimulated and almost couldn’t sit still as my toes were curling, with cum still stream out of my cock in orgasmic spurts.  Fuck I felt like a dog, constantly cuming like I was knotted to my bitch.  Finally, when he released me, I fell backwards against the back of the chair, quickly grabbing the seat of the chair to keep me upright. 

“Holly fuck Evan, what was that?”  I said, breathlessly  

“Just something I taught myself to do.”  Evan said as he stood. 

His cock was hard and fucking huge. Not to fat, but fuck it was long, reaching up to his belly button.  Streams of pre-cum oozing down the length of his shaft coating his large balls, that were tucked tight against his towering shaft.   I was just about to say something when he bent over, almost in half and took his cock deep in his mouth. 

“FUCK EVAN!     I said, as I watched his lips slowly sink down the length of his hard cock, until all that was left were his two hairy balls hanging below his mouth. 

Loud sucking sounds emanated from his mouth as his head bounced up and down on his cock as he sucked himself off with vigor.  Moans, groans, and loud slurping sounds filled the kitchen as his orgasm was obviously mounting.  Suddenly he jerked two or three times, and he moaned even louder as his cock filled his mouth own with his warm cum.  I watched as his throat began to constrict as cum shot down into his mouth and he swallowed every ounce of spunk his balls were making.  I stared in awe as he gulped down his own cum.

“That was so fucking hot Evan.”  I said as I heard his cock pop out of his mouth. 

He straightened up, cum spilling from his lips, as his tongue began swiping big swirls around his mouth, gathering all the left over cum from is orgasm.

“Fuck Evan, do you do that often.”  I asked, with jealousy.

“Every fucking day!”   he said as he licked and swallowed the remanence of cum on his face. 

Our morning play made us both late, leaving us no time to shower, we ran up to our rooms to get dressed.  I had a regular day at school, where Evan had a tour and meeting at the local college.   While rummaging through my clothes, Evan appeared at my door, still naked.

“Dude, do you have some underwear I could borrow.  You’re right, these frilly panty type briefs don’t even tame my cock when I get the least bit hard.” He said, holding up a pair of almost see through briefs that wouldn’t hold a kid’s dick in place. 

I reached into my top drawer and pulled out a pair of bright yellow boxer briefs.  They were size small, as I wasn’t as built up as Evan, but they would work.  He pulled them on, and fuck did he look hot.  The outline of his bound-up cock atop his balls protruded against the tight material, which would definitely produce a nice bulge in his paints. 

“Go put your pants on and let’s see how that looks.” I told Evan.

I grabbed a cute little yellow jock from my drawer but put it right back.  It was too loose; I was going to needed something with tension. So, I picked up my yellow big Bike jock, knowing how fucking horny I was going to be today.  I knew I would need something to keep me down and in place when my cock began to rage.  Covering that up with a pair of tattered jeans, I put on a crop top T and called it a day.   The mirror reflects one of the yellow ass straps of my jock though a strategically place tear in my pants, and an inch of the wide yellow elastic band jutting out of the top of my jeans, letting everyone know at school that I was thirsty and ready to drink their piss! 

Evan showed up at my door wearing a pair of lite colored Chino’s that were snug, showing off his huge bulge.   And as I looked closer, the Chino’s were so light, you could actually make out his yellow boxer briefs through the fabric. 

“Fuck dude, those look so hot on you.  I’d grab you in the men’s room and drink you down any time.”  I said, as he blushed red. 

Evan left for his meeting as I scrambled to get my books and shit together.  As I was running out the door, I got another text from Josh.

Josh: Can you pick me up, my car sucks!

Me: On my way. 

Josh’s home was close, so I was at his house in less than 5 minutes.   He was standing out in his driveway waiting as I pulled up.  I know he’s my best friend, but damn he looked hot.  Wearing only a pair of navy-blue nylon short shorts, and a sheer white T-shirt.  And when he opened the door and put one leg into the car I could see his junk hanging out the leg of his very shot shorts. 

“Commando today?” I said as he settled into the seat.   Even if I hadn’t seen the head of his cock, and his balls, sitting there it was quite obvious he was freeballing in those nylon shorts.   I was thankful that I had chosen to wear a tight restrictive jock, because I just felt my cock twitch and a shit load of pre-cum ooze from my boning dick. 

“Long Story!”  Josh said abruptly. 

“Hey buddy, what’s up.”  I said as I put my hand on Josh warm knee. 

“My car won’t fucking start and Jenny broke up with me yesterday, so I’m piss off and horny as hell.”  Josh said gruffly. 

“So, would a blow job help?”  I said jokingly as I pulled away from the curb towards school.

“Fuck yea, I’ll take a blow job.”  He said, looking at me. “Jenny sucked at giving head; pun intended!” 

“You really want me to blow you?”  I asked him, excitedly. 

“I’ll take what I can get right now.”  Josh said as I quickly pulled the car over to the curb and stopped.    

“Get out, you drive, I’ll suck you off on the way to school.” I said as I opened the car door and ran around to the passenger side. 

Josh was already hard when I easily pried his cock out of the leg of his shorts.  It looked red and angry, with pre-cum glistening from the tip.  I licked his bulbous head, tasting him for the first time.  His hand pushed my head down into his crotch letting me know he wasn’t going to be patient and let me play with him.  I took his huge cock in my mouth and sank into it until I felt his curly pubic hair tickling my nose.  He moaned as I began circling my tongue around his cock, as I sucked him off. 

“Oh, fuck Ash, I’m not going to last long, your mouth feels fucking fantastic!”  Josh moaned as I was still in his lap sucking off his enormous cock.  “I should have let you do this long ago.”   

Suddenly cum began gushing into my mouth, spurts and spurts of Josh’s warm thick cum continued to flood my mouth, as I tried to swallowed as much and as fast as I could.  Josh kept pushing his hips up into my mouth, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.

“Fuck Ash, thank you.  I really needed that.”  Josh said, as I lifted my head off his lap only to notice several people walking by my car.  

“What the fuck Josh, why didn’t you tell me.”  I said, looking around at the school’s parking lot and all the kids walking by our car.  Quickly wiping my mouth clean of the remainder of his spunk. 

With the pungent taste of Josh’s cum still strong in my mouth, I made a detour into the bathroom before going to my first class.  Two guys giggled as they passed me leaving the bathroom.  The place was empty, so I quickly adjusted my cock, as it was painfully bound up in my jock.  And just as I was about to leave for class, I spotted two piss-soaked urinals. 

Yellow Piss was running down the front, and the protruding base had puddles of dark yellow piss splattered on the rim.  I couldn’t resist and as I got closer, I noticed the floor under each urinal was flooded with a large puddle of piss too.  I immediately got on my hands and knees and licked and sucked up the still warm piss off the floor, licking each area clean, as I savored the pungent yellow nectar.  I lifted my head to the white porcelain urinal and began licking the copious amounts of still warm piss and the occasional pubic hair laying atop the rim.    As I moved to the next urinal, it too was soaked in piss, so I quickly ran my tongue across the wide bowl drinking in the piss, feeling the chill of the porcelain on my tongue. 

As I got up, I inspected my cleaning job.  Well done, all I could see was the shiny white porcelain, no piss or pubic hairs around the rim anymore.  And just as I was about to turn, I saw it, a large, discarded piece of gum sitting in the yellow water of the bowl.  I stared at it for a minute, as my once again hard cock oozed out another glob of pre-cum into my jock. 

“Fuck it!” I said out loud.  “I’m a fuckin pig, why flight it.” 

I bent down and put my face into the yellow piss, as my tongue scooped up the used green glob of gum.  Sucking in some of the piss as I pushed the gum into my mouth and stood up.  As I walked out the bathroom door, I wiped my mouth again and began chewing the cum as I walked to my next class.  

Sauntering into class, the taste of piss invaded my mouth as I chewed the gum left in the urinal.  My cock was completely hard now as I sat down next to Brad.  His curly blond air all askew on his head, with long streaks fell into his face.  As my boner once again pushing against the confines of my jock and leaking like a sieve.

“Hey Ash, how’s it going with your nerdy cousin?”  Brad asked.  

“Well let’s just say I might have over exaggerated about his geekiness.”  I said, feeling the heat rise up to my face.   

“Yea, tell me all about him.”  Brad asked, but just then the teacher cleared her throat, she was ready for silence. 

It was about halfway through the boring class when I noticed Brad fidgeting in his seat.  I looked over, and his knees were swinging back and forth rapidly, and I immediately knew his issue. 

“Gotta piss?”  I whispered.

“Soooo fucking bad!”  he whispered back. 

“Just let it go; you’ve got dark jeans on.  No one will notice.”  I told him.

“Fuck you, I’m not pissing myself in class.”  Brad said, looking at me.

“Fine!’  I said as I took the top off my water bottle and finished off the still warm liquid that I had pissed in before I left home and pushed it towards him. “Piss in here!” 

To my surprise Brad grabbed the bottle from my hands, unzipped his jeans causing the guy in front of him turning around when he heard a zipper lowering.  Obviously, Brad needed to piss bad since he quickly pulled his long cock from his jeans while we both watched and shoved it in the large open neck of my bottle.  To muffle the sound of the splash of his heavy piss stream hitting the bottom of the empty metal bottle, Brad cleared his throat and then just sat there holding the bottle under his cock, as his bladder drained.  

He pissed hard, and we could both hear it as the bottle was filling up, and when he was finished, he had piss so much that the tip of his cock was wet as he pulled it out.  

“Thanks Ash, I owe you one.”  Brad said as he handed the warm bottle back to me. 

“Don’t worry, you just paid me.”  I said, as I put the bottle up to my lips and tipped it up, letting his warm, salty piss fill my mouth before sliding down my throat, as I moaned softly. 

“Wow dude, seriously.”  The guy in front of Brad said to me as I pulled the now half empty bottle from my mouth. “You just drank his piss!” 

“It’s fucking hot bro, want to try?”  I said, offering him the bottle with my outstretched hand.

“Fuck no, I’m not gay.”  He said, while keeping his eyes locked on the bottle. 

“It’s not a gay thing dude, my friend drinks his girlfriend’s piss all the time.”  I said, keeping the bottle in front of him. 

“Yea! Well, maybe just a little.”  He said, grabbing the bottle from my hand before slowly putting the opening to his lips and tipping the bottle up.  

His eyes’ widened as he pulled the bottle away from his lips.  But not before his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down a couple of times as he drank Brad’s warm, golden liquid. 

“Fuck I’ve got the biggest hard-on.”  He said.  “You drink piss a lot?” 

I grabbed the still warm bottle from his hands and downed the rest of the warm content until the large container was empty.  And after smacking my lips I smiled. 

“All the time!”  I said, “And I have a raging hard-on too.” 

“I don’t know if Lucy would ever let me drink her piss but fuck it’s so hot.”  He said, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. 

Luckily my raging hard-on had settled by the time the class ended, and as I walked to my next class, I considered hitting the men’s room but ran into one of my recycle friend who wanted to chat.  Before he walked away, he grabbed my water bottle with a promise of something tasty to drink with lunch.  I smiled and barley made it to class with seconds to spare. 

It wasn’t long before my knees were antsy, and my foot was tapping.  I had to piss and piss bad.   But this teacher never allowed anyone to excuse themselves for bathroom breaks.  He had said just that on the first day of class.  So I sat there listening to him drone on about whatever he was teaching.  I really couldn’t concentrate on anything but the clock on the side wall.  Only 20 more minutes, but fuck! 

Okay, I couldn’t wait any longer.   I should do what I told Brad; just let it flow.  But my pants weren’t dark jeans, they were acid washed with rips and tears all over them, especially down both legs.  But I had to relieve my bladder somehow, or I was going to piss all over the floor.  Then it hit me I had worn the Bike jock today, YES, I could pinch out just a little bit giving me some temporary relief.

So, with great concentration I willed myself to piss just a small amount into my jock.  And when the stream finally started, I let it flow for just a couple of seconds, feeling the warm liquid soaking into my jock.  Quickly I squeezed, stopping the flow.  Relief was shot lived, as I looked down at my crotch.  No wet stain on my pants, but I could definitely feel the wetness of my jock.  So, again, just a quick release and STOP!  

My jock was now soaked, but still no visible markings on my pants.   And only 10 minutes left of class.  But soon I was bouncing my leg again, the pressure only got worse since releasing my bladder a couple of times.   Okay, just once more, I thought.  And another couple of gushes of piss penetrated my already soaked jock.  The warmth excited me, as my bladder seemed to get the relief it needed to get me out of this class.  

As I walked down the hall between the rows of lockers, I could feel the wetness between my legs, but it was obvious that no one knew I had pissed myself.  Just the thought of that made my cock jump and push against the wet mesh of my jock.  And by the time I got to the men’s room, I was fucking hard as a rock, and oozing pre-cum. 

I shimmied up to my personally cleaned urinal and opened my pants instead of using the zipper to pull myself free.    My stiff cock was soaked, and my jock was dripping wet.  Fuck, I was so horned up, I couldn’t stop myself as I slid my closed fist around my dick and began to jerk off.  With my balls bouncing inside the wet jock, I was beating my fat cock hard, with the smooth wetness of my piss lubing my cock allowing my hand to slide effortlessly, as my orgasm took control of my body. 

“ahhhh fuck!”  I whispered as I felt my cock swell in my hand as my balls tightened.   

And that’s when I noticed him, just as I was just about to blow my load against the cold, white porcelain wall of the urinal I saw this blond kid kneeling down next to me.  “FUCK!”  I turned and jerked two or three more strokes, and my cock exploded all over his head and face.  Rope after rope of hot cum spewed from my cock drenching his blond hair and face.  Shortly torrents of my spunk were streaming down his face, with several streaks of my thick cum laden in his hair. 

His mouth ingested my spent cock as soon as I dropped my hand away, and my cock flopped forward.  And as he was sucking me clean, I realized I had never relieved my bladder.  So, I put both hands against the back of the kids head, and pulled him tighter into me, pushing my softening cock further into his mouth. 

When my warm stream of piss began spewing into his mouth he struggled to get away, but I held on tight to the back of his head.  He had no choice but to swallow as his mouth began to puff out like a blow fish.   Finally, he swallowed, draining his ballooned cheeks, and drinking down my golden piss.   And when his eyes looked up at me, I saw the glimmer of desire, as he began swallowing all the piss that I was spewing into his mouth.  He actually started moaning with pleasure as his throat moved as he sucked all my piss directly from my dick. 

Hotel Room

Jeff returned to his hotel in West Hollywood, satisfied with himself. At 35, he led a decent life – a rising salesman in his company, a home in the suburbs of Cleveland, a pretty girlfriend.

He stopped at the counter to buy one of those chocolate chocolate chip cookies he’d seen this morning. Sure, he wasn’t as thin as he used to be, but a little sweet wouldn’t hurt.

The conference had gone very well, and he’d gotten a standing ovation at the end of his session. Now he’d cleared himself three days of Jeff-time – his girlfriend thought the conference would go on through Wednesday, but it had actually ended today.

On his way to the elevator, he texted her – “great day today – cu in a few…”, and then opened his latest application.

He’d heard of Grindr before, of course – who hadn’t? But he’d always been a little scared to try it. Now he’d downloaded the gay-dating app, and it was as if the whole new world had opened up around him.

There were literally gay guys everywhere, all around him, at almost any time, especially here in West Hollywood. Though he hadn’t worked up the courage to meet anyone yet, he had decided he was finally ready to take that step. He’d even flirted with a few guys at the conference. Online only, of course.

As the doors opened, he looked up his own profile. “Total bottom, heartland, looking for total top”. Not very original, but it would do for now.

The elevator rose, carrying him up to his room on the sixth floor. There were at least 50 gay guys within a 50 yard radius. Like a kid in a candy store, he flipped through the images one-by-one.

One of the other guys in the elevator saw what he was doing and smiled knowingly.

Tonight he would get lucky.

Finally the elevator disgorged him onto his own floor – the only one to get off there. He’d asked for a top-floor, end of the hall room for the most privacy possible. It was a slow weekend – the hotel had assured him there was no-one else at his end of the floor.

He found one man that stopped his breath for a second – he was gorgeous. Of course, who knew if the pics were real? His was – he believed, in spite of his subterfuge this week, in honesty. But that was the beauty of Grindr – you could always back out.

He slid his key-card into the door, and stepped into his room. The door closed behind him, and a strong hand slid across his mouth, pinning him to the wall as he inhaled, startled…

***

Jeff awoke, slowly, feeling a bit groggy and hung-over. What had happened last night?

He didn’t remember much of anything after leaving the conference. He turned over… tried to turn over… then his eyes snapped open. He couldn’t move.

His hands and legs were held immobile by something, and there was something wet and squishy in his mouth.

Panicked, he struggled to get up, grunting, but only succeeded in tightening whatever held his arms and legs down.

“You’re awake,” a male voice said, and someone stepped into view.

In the darkness, it was hard to make out, but he looked like a large man.

“Mggmph,” was all he could manage to say. He pleaded with his eyes for the man to let him go. What had happened last night?

A light flicked on, and he was able to see this man who apparently held him captive.

He was probably in his fifties, medium height, balding, very hairy, and completely naked except for a leather harness and assless chaps. His un-cut cock was at least 8 inches long, and fully erect. Jeff noticed for the first time that his own cock was erect too… strange that he could have a hard-on in this situation, when for all he knew this man intended to kill him.

The man was also fairly overweight – but in a way that suggested strength rather than obesity. The man sat on the bed, and put his hand on Jeff’s forehead. “Jeff, my name is Master Nate. For the rest of your life, that’s what you will call me. Do you understand?”

Jeff’s eyes widened, and he began to struggle again. What was going on here? Who was this man? What was happening to him?

Master Nate slapped him hard across the cheek, and he subsided.

“Enough of that. Jeff, it’s almost midnight, and there’s no one else in this part of the hotel that can hear you, especially with that gag in your mouth. You will obey me. Do you understand?”

Jeff nodded mutely. Inside he was screaming.

“Jeff, your life has changed. Tonight I am going to teach you a few things, and get you ready for travel. And tomorrow morning, we are going to check out and I will take you to your new home, where you will live and learn to serve me for the rest of your natural born life.” Master Nate patted his head like a dog’s.

God, what had he gotten himself into? How did this man know his name? He started to struggle again, but Master Nate held up his hand in warning, and he subsided. His own erection had wilted. He realized, suddenly, that the bed was hard underneath him, not soft like a normal mattress.

Master Nate stood up. “I waited for you to recover from the chloroform because I wanted you to see what I did to you. It’s an important part of the breaking process – you need to learn that you have no power to affect your own life from here on out.”

The man picked up a pair of heavy-duty shears from somewhere out of Jeff’s field of vision, and Jeff winced, suddenly frightened all over again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, yet. Just need to remove tose pesky clothes.” With that, he slipped the shears under Jeff’s pant leg and began to cut. “I chose you specifically, you know,” he said, making conversation as he stripped off the first pant leg. “I saw you on Grindr at the conference, and tracked you down – great place to find midwestern boys. You really should have used a fake first name on your Grindr account – your real one made it much easier to find you.”

He started in on the other leg. Jeff had a sudden case of the chills, shivering uncontrollably. His stomach was tied in knots. Samantha would come look for him. She would find him, eventually.

Master Nate started up the other leg. “I heard you speak in your session. You were quite good. Not the youngest or most in-shape of the guys there, but you had the potential.” The other leg separated, and he pulled the pants free. Jeffs black socks went next.

He seriously felt like he might void his shorts.

“I expect you’re feeling a bit nervous right now – that’s normal. It will pass. But please try to hold things inside. I’d hate to have to make you clean up your shit with your tongue.” Something in his tone made Jeff thing he’d actually enjoy such humiliation. “Now for the shirt.”

He started with the left sleeve. “From there, it was a simple matter to find you on Facebook – you really should be more careful who you accept as friends. Anyone can find out the most detailed information about your life.” He snipped down the side of the shirt, completing the cut. “Not that you’ll ever need to worry about that again.”

Jeff could smell the man’s musk from his underarm poised just above his head. He wrinkled his nose.

“Better get used to that – I never use deoderant. You’ll spend a lot of your life up in those pits.”

He started up the other side. “For instance, I found out about your girlfriend, Samantha. She’s no longer your girlfriend, by the way.”

What? Jeff struggled again, determined to get away from this maniac. Master Nate took him by the chin and stared him straight in the eyes. “I can do much, much worse to you, boy,” he whispered. “Don’t push me.”

Jeff subsided again, and the shirt came off.

“Hmm… a little flabby, but nothing you won’t work off with hard labor.” He set the torn material aside. “I sent her a Facebook text from you, with a photo of your Grindr profile. You came out to her this evening and dumped her, and she wants nothing more to do with you.” Two snips, and his underwear came free. “That’s that.” 

“Next, we’re gonna clean out those bowels of yours – can’t have you traveling with a full load in your ass.” He brought over a bladder of warm water, and pushed the nozzle up to Jeff’s virgin ass. “I’m guessing you haven’t seen much action back here,” Master Nate said to him, and he shook his head. “That, too will change. Now relax. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

Nate relaxed his sphinchter, and felt the nozzle push its way inside him. It hurt.

“Relax, and let it in,” the man said, and Jeff complied, Suddenly a rush of warm water flooded his insides. “I’ll teach you how to do this to yourself every day. Want to keep you cleaned out up there.”

Jeff shivered again.

“Now hold it in. I’m going to pull this out.”

Jeff did as he was told.

He felt something push up against his ass. “Ok, let it go, slowly.”

It was the oddest sensation, being cleaned out by this man, the warm water pouring out of him, like having diareah. But he was totally aware of being watched. The last bit dribbled out. “Ok, two more times.”

As he repeated the process, he kept talking. “Oh, and you gave your notice at work tonight – something about a great new job offer you got at the conference – working your way up from the bottom.” He laughed, caressed Jeff’s thigh.

Jeff started to cry. He’d planned for a big night out, his own personal coming out, but it was nothing like this. Meet a cute guy on the hotel bar, come up to the room, explore what it was like with another man…

“There, there, let it out. “It’s part of the process of acceptance. Cry for who you used to be, because you aren’t Jeff anymore. See, I treat my property well when it obeys me.”

Jeff looked up at Master Nate questioningly. Not Jeff?

“From now on, you are “toilet slave”, or just “toilet” for short. Got that?” Jeff could only nod, wondering what that meant.

When he was finished with his third and final void, the man let him rest a minute, wiping up underneath him. He breathed softly, looking longingly at the door. Out there was freedom. He’d never thought much about it before, but now, with this lunatic having taken everything away from him in an instant…

“OK, eyes back here, toilet slave. We have a lot to get done tonight, and not a whole lot of time to do it.” He picked up something else from the nightstand – a glass tube. “This is a catheter. It will make sure your bladder is empty when we transport you. Don’t worry, I’m pretty good at inserting these – I’ve had lots of practice.”

Jeff tried to shy away from this madman, but he was locked in place. Master Nate took is flaccid cock and gently, inch by inch, inserted the lubed tip of the catheter, as Jeff tried to scream in pain through the gag. “Almost there…” he whispered, patting Jeff’s head with his free hand. “There. All done.” He laid the tube down across Jeff’s stomach, and the urine began to pour through it into the hidden bag beside the bed. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

Jeff nodded, numb. It did actually help – he hadn’t been aware of how much urine he was holding inside.

As it ebbed out of him, Master Nate climbed up on top of him. “My turn,” he said. “Open your mouth.”

Oh no. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t… The man grasped his nose, closing his nostrils. “I said, open, toilet slave.” And the meaning of that phrase dawned on Jeff. He had no choice. He opened his mouth with a gasp, and Master Nate’s urine flooded into his mouth.

It was strong, and Nate started to gag. “Spill a drop, and I’ll whip your ass. Swallow. I’m taking it slow as I’m sure this is your first time drinking a Master’s nectar.”

Jeff settled down, and managed to swallow the bitter stream. He inhaled, and smelled the man’s crotch, a strong, musky smell that, even in his predicament, reached something deep within his brain.

“That’s right, this is what a man smells like. Breathe it in. boy.”

More urine began to pour from the spout, and this time, Jeff pushed his mouth up, longing to get his lips around his Master’s cock. His Master’s cock. The words reverberated around in his head, but Master Nate kept himself teasingly out of reach, instead pouring his piss down his toilet slave’s throat.

Finally he was done.

As he shook himself off in toilet slave’s face, he said “One more thing I learned. You have no relatives to speak of, except for some spinster aunt, and your friends don’t seem to care much about you either… I’m guessing you held them at arms length to hide your secret.”

He knelt down by toilet slave’s ear. “So no one will miss you.”

Jeff started out of his scent-induced daze. Surely someone would try to find him. Surely someone cared.

Master Nate heaved himself up off the bed, and stood back to admire his handiwork. “Not bad. We’ll make a toilet slave out of you yet.” He disappeared for a minute, and Jeff heard the sound of running water. Oh God, what was next? He tested his bindings, but there was no give. His cock had swelled up around the catheter, and now refused to go down. Betrayer, he thought, with a little black humor.

The taste of piss was sharp on his tongue. If only he hadn’t joined Grindr. If only he hadn’t accepted this man’s friend request – he didn’t remember doing it. But wait, there had been one this morning. But he had been a much younger, more handsome guy. Or so his profile said.

“All right, toilet slave, time for a shave.” That didn’t sound so bad, until he saw the straight razor the man held above him. “I may not always keep you bare – in fact, I might give you something to make hair burst out all over you one day. I haven’t decided. But for now, it all comes off, starting with those eyebrows.”

Jeff panicked for the fourth or fifth time. No eyebrows? He’d look like a freak…

Master Nate saw the look in his eyes and knew what he was thinking. “You are a freak now. My freak, who will be kept naked, shaved from head to toe, plugged on both ends, collared, and who knows what else I may dream up. Get this through your head,” he said, taking Jeff’s jaw in one of his large hands. “You are mine now. You are toilet slave. You exist from this night forward, for the rest of your life, solely to serve me. I decide what you do, where you go, when you take a shit. I decide how you look, and who uses this worthless body of yours. It is no longer in your hands.”

With that, he lathered up Jeff’s eyebrows, and neatly shaved one and then the other off with the straight razor. Jeff whimpered. “What is your name?”

“Geffthh..” he started, and was rewarded with another slap.

“What is your name, boy?”

“Toigghlet thlave.”

“Good boy,” he said, and took the shears and began chopping off toilet slave’s hair. “One more thing. I authorized an estate sale for all your worldly goods, and tomorrow we’ll get the paperwork to put your house on the market. You will sign it. Everything you own now belongs to me.”

After he’d chopped off most of Jeff’s brown hair, he lathered up his skull and started shaving the remains. He did it smoothly almost effortlessly. “I’ll teach you to do this, as well. As my slave, you’ll know a freedom you’ve never known before. I know it sounds like a paradox, but you’ll no longer need to worry about what other people think about you. No longer need to earn money, to buy things, to be in the rat race. All you need to think about is pleasing me.” He stroked toilet slave’s chest as he talked.

“The ranch is way out in the middle of nowhere. I have 500 acres, and we’re smack in the middle of it – no neighbors anywhere close. Just you, me, and Rick.”

Jeff’s eyes widened again.

“Oh yes, I didn’t mention Rick? He’s my partner. And he’s rougher than I am.” He finished shaving his new slave’s head, and moved down to his chest. Lather, scrape, lather, scrape.

“I’m gonna take you down to your bare studs, boy, and then build you back up the way I want you. I’ve been planning for something like this for a long time.” He took his slave’s balls in his hands. “Oh, still got an erection, huh? Guess you like all this more than you thought. Oh, that reminds me.”

He set down the bowl and straight razor. “A horny slave is a good slave, so from now on, twice a day, you’re gonna get one of these.” He showed his new slave a little blue pill. “This will keep you horny as hell, but I have a little cock cage to keep you from doing anything about it.” he popped the pill under the boy’s tongue.

Jeff tried to spit it out.

“Swallow.” Was all Master Nate said. Jeff complied. He thought he could already feel the blood rusHing through his system.

“Now hold still. I wouldn’t want to knick these beauties.” He held Jeff’s balls in his hands and applied the warm lather, and Jeff sighed – he couldn’t help himself. It felt good as the blade scraped across his balls and crotch, leaving him hairless in front.

“Now let’s do your legs. I’m going to release one at a time, but don’t try to escape me. I’m stronger than you, and I still have your other leg and arms pinned down tightly. besides, you might cut yourself on this sharp blade and bleed out.” He unlocked the right leg restraint, and lifted the slave’s leg up to start shaving it.

The cool air in the room felt strange on Jeff’s newly bare head. Almost like he had been reborn… he pushed the thought from his head. He would get out of this. Somehow.

His cock seemed suddenly harder.

The razor blade marched up and down his leg, clearing the long brown hair he’d been so proud of. Master Nate repeated the same thing with his other leg. Caressing it like one might caress the leg of a prize stallion. “We’ll have you in shape in no time.”

“Now your arms…” He had both legs locked back down again, and released his slave’s left arm. “Bet that feels good, down in there somewhere,” he said, lathering up the arm. “I’ve had slave boys for a night, a week, even a month, but no one was ever committed long enough to stay for the long haul. So I’ve been looking for just the right sort of man – a little older, so he’s not too flighty; not out yet, so I can have the sweet, sweet experience of introducing him to cock; mostly unattached so I could take him and make him my own. And then you wandered into my sights. Now for the pit.” He leaned down and took a whiff. “You will stop using deoderants now so you can work up a good smell in those pits, boy.”

He spread the lather around and then shaved off the stringy armpit hairs. Jeff felt suddenly emasculated in a way that he hadn’t when this man shaved his head.

“Other arm.” Master Nate repeated the process. “I also had a chance to look through your laptop while you napped.”

Jeff stiffened.

“I saw you’d collected quite a little porn gallery. Took me awhile to find it.” Scrape, scrape, and the other arm was clean. More lather in his right armpit. “You surprised me, boy. Sure, there was all kinds of beefcake there. But there were a few… darker images too.”

Jeff blushed. He’d always had this fantasy of a man taking control of him. But in his dreams, he’d been the one really in control, asking for this and that. Not helpless, like this.

“Let me assure you, toilet slave – I’m going to fulfill every one of those fantasies, and then some. But not for you. For me.”

Jeff struggled to remember what he had on the hard drive. There had been that one night, two weeks ago, when he’d stumbled across that site – what was it… stray pup? Oh shit…

Master Nate grinned. The last of his armpit hair was whisked away. “OK, boy, now we have to do your back-side.”

This was his chance, Jeff thought. He’ll have to release me to turn me over…

The man slipped something around his neck, and connected it down to his crotch. “This is an electric shock device. If I press this,” he pressed a red button and Jeff’s world turned upside down as pain coursed from his neck to his ass, “that happens. Now, I’m going to let you out of the restraints, but I don’t trust you yet. If you try to run, I’ll do that again.”

Jeff was shaking from head to toe, weeping uncontrollably. Oh God, why did this happen yo me?

Master Nate released him, and something in his mind said “go”. He stumbled off the bed in a rush for the door, but the shock took him down, and he blacked out.

When he awoke, he was back on the bed, face-down, and Master Nate was shaving his back. “Oh, you’re back with us, huh?” he said. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re lucky you didn’t break off the catheter.” He moved down to his slave’s buttocks, and lathered them up.

“Another thing you will learn once I get you home. There’s no place to run. Literally. The whole property is surrounded, first by an 18 foot fence with an invisible barrier you can’t pass with this on. And then by an 18 foot electrified fence.” He whispered into his new slave’s ear. “No release, no escape. Ever.”

Jeff sobbed silently.

His buttocks done, Master Nate spread his ass-cheeks to clear out the hair between them. “That’s a beautiful ass you have there, boy. Cute little virgin thing.”. He lathered up the ass crack, and carefully removed the last of Jeff’s hair.

“I have big plans for you, boy. We’re gonna stretch that virgin ass of yours until you can take both my arms up there. And I have big arms.”

Jeff stared down at the hard surface below him. It was white plastic, and there were several eyelets and other contraptions attached to it within his range of vision. He was afraid to find out what it was for.

Master Nate reached for something else out of his range of vision – my God, how much does he have down there? He couldn’t see what it was, but he felt something cold press up against his ass hole.

“Open up, boy. Time to start getting your ass used to being filled.”

He complied, and something slid between his ass cheeks, to be secured with a strap around his waist. It hurt a little at first, then started to feel kind-of good, like when he had to take a big shit. He blushed.

Here he was, naked, tied down on a bed, plugged up his ass, cathetered, shaved from head to toe as bare as a baby, with the taste of stale piss in his mouth, and he almost felt… good. He was sick, perverted… a sudden wave of nausea rode through him, and he dry retched.

Master Nate put his bear paw on his bare head. “Ride it through, slave boy… this is all new for you, I know. You’ll get used to it. You just have to learn to accept your new status. You belong to me. You are nothing without me. You have no more choices to make. Just let yourself go.”

He sobbed like a little girl. Somehow he dozed off, eventually. A little while later, Master Nate roused him. He was exhausted… who knew he’d be able to sleep trussed up like this?

“Time to turn you over. Remember, I have this.” His hand hovered over the red button.

Jeff nodded. He was released, and obediently turned over to lay on his back again. Master Nate replaced his leather restraints, and he was once again helpless.

“I’m going to remove your gag for a minute, boy, but don’t try to scream. There’s no one close enough to hear you, and you’ll feel this again.” A short tap of the button sent a jolt through his body, and he shuddered, nodding.

Master Nate removed the gag. “What’s your name, boy?”

“Toilet slave, sir,” he said softly.

Master Nate slapped him hard. “What’s your name, boy?” he said, louder.

“Toilet slave, sir!” he shouted.

No one came.

Without ceremony, Master Nate released the straps holding in the dildo, and pulled it out of toilet slave’s ass.

Jeff watched in growing horror as the dildo, shaped like a small, wide penis with a straw in the middle, approached his mouth.

“You know what comes next, slave,” Master Nate said. “Open your mouth. I want you to get used to the taste of shit and piss in your mouth. You’ll be taking all of mine into that slave body of yours, every day for the rest of your toilet slave life.”

He held his mouth clamped shut. Surely he didn’t mean it. Surely he wouldn’t…

A short shock broke his resolve, and his mouth fell open. Master Nate deftly inserted the dildo, and tied it back behind his head. The faint taste of his own shit spread across his tongue. “Don’t say I’m heartless, boy. Here’s something to wash it down.” And with that, he disconnected the catheter tube from the bag, and attached it to the tube i the mouth gag. His own hot piss flowed into his mouth.

He pulled one more thing off the nightstand – a large butt plug. “This is about all you can probably fit right now, but it will keep you snug and sound tonight.” He lubed it up, and slid it up into toilet slave’s ass.

Jeff grunted, but accepted it.

“One last thing before we get some sleep.” He pulled a permanent marker put of a pocket in the leather chaps. “Time to mark my property. This will do for now. We’ll get you a real tattoo later.” He wrote something across his new slave’s face, and then across his chest. He brought up a hand mirror. “What do you think, toilet slave?”

Jeff looked up from his plugged captivity. “Property of Master Nate” was scrawled across his face, and his chest said “toilet slave”.

Jeff was out of tears.

“Sleep now, my new prize,” his Master said, running his hand along toilet slave’s bare chest. “You’ll have a hard day tomorrow.”

Surprisingly, he did fall asleep… he was exhausted, physically and emotionally, from the shocks and the ordeal. How differently this night had turned out from what he had planned. He wondered how Master Nate planned to get him out of the hotel – maybe he’d be able to escape then.

Birth of a Power Bottom

I drove for about an hour, and during that time, my mind began to clear. My friends had their fun, but when I returned, I knew it was time to sort everything out. Sam and Dave had been my friends for years, always standing by me during tough times. They even tried to talk to John on my behalf after the breakup, but it hadn’t made a difference.

It was as if Johnhad transformed overnight. If I had known that one seemingly perfect beach day would plunge my relationship into chaos, I would have chosen to stay away. As the familiar streets passed by, it dawned on me where I was headed: the candy store where John and I had first crossed paths. The memories flooded back, a bittersweet reminder of the joy we once shared, making the drive both nostalgic and painful. 

I turned off the motor and stared at the throwback design logo that the cookie company was known for.

I stepped out and ordered some coffee and some cookies.

What the fuck is going on! I heard the voice inside me yell.

I took a slow sip of my black coffee. I had to tell myself, no, convince myself,  that things could go back to normal. This crazy shit with Sam and Dave could not go on. 

I was sitting there lost in thought.

“Dean?”

I looked up and smiled,  reflexively, not thinking, as I came face-to-face with John. My heart skipped a beat,  and I felt the flutter in my stomach, my dream boy.

He sat down across from me with that concerned expression that always made my heart melt, a slight slant in his head, his baby blue eyes looking deep into mine trying to figure out what was wrong.

No, NO, I thought, don’t pussy out! 

“What’s wrong … Do you want to talk about it?”

I composed myself,  and I let anger get the best of me.

“Don’t fucking worry about it; we are strangers last time I checked…” 

I wanted to hurt him.

He fidgeted uncomfortably as he forced a smile.

I got up to leave the table, noticing his fidgeting fingers as he avoided my sight. My 5’6” boy was wrapped in deep blues that contrasted his pale white skin and jet black hair.

I turned and walked in silence and anger as my feelings came crashing down on my heart.

“I’m sorry, ” I heard the whisper,  “I miss you.”…maybe in some other life….” He trailed off. His words were full of pain and regret.

I stood frozen over the trash bin as he bolted out. I knew him well enough to know he was overwhelmed, hurt,  and needed to escape.

I didn’t bother to look back; I waited as if frozen until I could no longer hear his steps.

“Fuck!” I yelled at myself. 

I got in my car and roared back into town. It was about 9pm when I got in the bar. 

“Dean. Been a minute.” His rag paused mid-wipe across the sticky bar. Those bartender eyes—always seeing too much—raked over my slumped shoulders, the hollows under my eyes. “Christ. You look rode hard and put away wet.” he chuckled, not realizing how right he was.

A glass slid toward me, amber liquid catching the dim light. “House special for the walking dead.”

Then he was gone—swallowed by the last-call stragglers shouting orders.

Won’t lie—I drank every shot I could get from the bartenders ’til the screaming in my skull about Johnfinally shut the fuck up.  

“You’re done.”

Mike snatched the shot glass right out of my fist. “No more, Dean.” His knuckles whitened around the rim. “Never seen you like this… ever.” Anger flashed behind the concern. “Coffee. Now. You drink it, then crawl home. Clear?”

No mistaking it, he’d have Connor drag me out back and dump me like trash if I argued.  

I managed a sloppy smirk. Nodded.  

“Good.” Mike’s shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Connor lives for kicking ass after last call.” 

That’s when I saw it, pity. Sharp as broken glass in my drunken haze.  

He slid the mug over. “All of it.” 

I chugged. Hot, bitter liquid hit my gut like sunshine punching through storm clouds. Took another hit. Still hammered, but now I could probably walk without face-planting.  

The second Mike turned his back, I was gone.  

Night air slapped me sober-ish as I stumbled across the parking lot. Fumbled the truck keys. Missed the lock twice. “C’mon you fuckin’—”

Tires screeched like a cat in a bear trap as I peeled out. In the rearview, Mike stood framed in the bar’s neon glow, shouting something lost to the wind.  

“I’mmmm fiiine!” I yelled at the empty cab, knuckles white on the wheel. Took the sharp turn onto the county road too fast, gravel spitting like gunfire under the chassis.  

Blacktop unspooled ahead—no streetlights, no witnesses. Just me and the whiskey haze and the lie curdling in my throat:  

“Worries too goddamn much…”

The drive home? Easy.  

Those last steps to my front door? A fucking war.  

I slipped twice on the stairs, cracked my knee on concrete, sat wheezing in the dark for five minutes. Somehow made it inside.  

Door slammed. Took one step.  

Face met carpet. Hard.

The sting flared, then faded. Too tired to care. Too drunk to move.  

Fuck it.

Darkness wrapped around me like an old blanket. Sweet, silent, and gone.  

…..

….

I was dreaming… I was sucking cock.  

“That’s it,” John’s voice echoed, distant, distorted, like a bad connection.

My dream boy. How I’d missed him. I wouldn’t fail him again.  

I opened my mouth, took his cockhead between my lips. “Yeeesssss,” he moaned, his balls heavy against my brow as he pushed deeper. “Mmmmm.” I sighed.  

Johnwas always passive. Frail. But tonight his thighs felt like steel cables under my palms. 

He was on top. Taking charge. “Since when did John grow calluses on his knuckles?” 

No resistance. I wouldn’t lose him over pride.  

“More, baby. Take all my cock.”  

His purr vibrated, lower, rougher. I swallowed reflexively. My hands slid up his legs, gripped his ass. muscular. Too… unfamiliar. 

“All of it, baby.”

He sank deeper. My throat convulsed. “Gggrrrrrhhh” 

“MMMMMMM!” I arched as his mouth swallowed my cock,  aggressive, skilled. One hand fisted my shaft; the other yanked my hair as he fucked my face. Johnnever pulled hair. 

This time apart had changed him as well.   

Why did his balls slapping my forehead feel so real? And so good?  

The cold glass bottle shocked me. 

“Two deep breaths, lover boy.” 

The voice came from the wrong direction.

“Yes, baby.” I inhaled, chemicals burning, dream-haze.

My legs lifted. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” Joyous in tone  

“Do you want me, baby?”  

“Yes… you’re my dream boy.” 

His cock rubbed my hole. “Shit!” I braced.  

“Ooohhh, slowly, Johnnnnn—”

He sheathed himself to the hilt. No dream ever stretched this much.  

“Baby!” I grunted, feeling unfamiliar coarse hair against my skin. 

“Shhhhh.” The bottle again. Two more hits. The rush was violently physical.  

“Yes… fucking tight,” he growled… John?  

I arched, offering my body like a trophy, sculpted abs, thick cock dripping. I wanted him to look at what he was taking.  

“Do you like getting fucked, Dean?”  He never used my name in bed.  

The bottle. Inhale. “Make me your slut, baby,” I slurred.  

Darkness swam. Poppers and whiskey blurred the edges of the room.  

“He’s ready.”

Hands wrenched my arms wide, trapped. My mouth opened in protest, choked instead on thick heat sliding deep. Gagged.  

“That’s it, Dean…”

A voice that wasn’t John’s. Wasn’t mine.  

Cold dread washed over me. Dave. His hips pistoned against my lips.  

“Christ, he’s tight” Sam’s groan vibrated through me. I clenched down, panic seizing my muscles.  

Then warmth engulfed my cock—wet, hungry. A tongue swirling.  

“Mmmphhhhh!”

Pleasure and terror warred. I arched, straining against the hands pinning me.  

Dave withdrew. Air scraped my throat. In the gloom, Nathan’s head bobbed between my legs, devouring me like a man starved.  

Cold fingers pried my jaw open. Dave spat into my mouth. I swallowed reflexively.  

His phone flashed. Click. Click. Capturing my shame.  

Sam’s thrusts stole my breath. The world dissolved into sensation, helpless, electric, owned.  

“Dave—shit—I’m close,” Sam gasped, hips slamming like a piston. Our sweat-slicked bodies slapped together in the dark, a brutal rhythm.  

“Nathan! Get your ass over here!” Dave’s command cut through the haze.  

Nathan slid beside me, eyes glinting. His cock stood rigid, glistening in the low light, a silent dare.  

“Uhnngh?” 

Hands clamped under my arms. Sam and Dave lifted me like I weighed nothing, muscled back arching, balls swinging helplessly. A flash of absurd pride cut through the shame: They move me like a bottom in a cheap gay movie that I would like watching online.   

“Open him up, kid,” Dave growled. “We’ll wreck this slut so hard”

The popper bottle clicked. Sam shoved it under my nose. Hiss. Sweet chemical burn. My vision blurred.  

“AAAAAAGH!”

They dropped me. Nathan’s cock speared deep, stretching, filling. I writhed, impaled.  

Nathan’s groan vibrated through me. “Fuck… yes…” 

Dave’s laugh was dark velvet. “Look at him take it. Like he was made for this.”

Nathan’s face twisted, pure rapture, as he watched his wet dream come true: me, impaled on him. His hands mapped my muscles like territory he’d conquered. Memorizing. Claiming.  

Sam and Dave flanked him like handlers.  

“Ride him, Dean.” 

My body obeyed before my mind caught up.

Shame burned like knives in my gut.  

“Fuck yes, you’re unreal like this!” Nathan gasped. I ground down, hating how good the stretch felt.  

“Grab his cock,” Sam ordered. Nathan’s fingers closed around me. Every lift of my hips tore a groan from my throat as he jerked me in time. Sweat slicked my back, oil on burning metal.  

Dave’s phone lens ate me alive. Circling. Zooming. Documenting every twitch of surrender.  

“Quit riding like a pussy, big boy,”Sam snarled.  

My hips snapped harder, automatic, brutal.  

“FUUUUUCK!” Nathan arched, nails biting my thighs. “Such a fucking slut—” 

The words cracked something in me.  

I rode him like the end of the world, not for pleasure, but because my body knew nothing else.

Darkness pulsed behind my eyelids.  

Sam rose, moonlight carving the perfect curve of his ass as he fed himself into Nathan’s mouth. Slow. Deliberate.

“Remember how, Nathan?” Sam’s voice cut through the haze, a serpent’s hiss. A reminder. A threat.  

Nathan’s choked sounds should’ve repulsed me. Instead, my gaze locked on the way his throat worked, swallowing, yielding. My hips moved harder against him. Traitor body.  

The bottle pressed to my nose. Inhale.  

Chemical sweetness burned. Again. 

Shapes bled together, Nathan’s cock jamming into me, Sam’s thrusting shadow, Dave’s teeth at my shoulder. The window yawned wide, moonlight pooling like liquid silver on the floor.  

Fight.  

My fingers dug into Nathan’s hips.  

Control.  

But Dave’s laugh slithered into my ear: “Look at him take it. Just like you did.”  

The room tilted. Nathan’s eyes met mine, desperate, yet triumphant, as Sam sheathed himself completely into his stretched mouth.  

“Let’s make sure you remember what you are.”

Dave’s voice slithered through the haze as his cockhead pressed against my stretched rim, burning, splitting a live wire jammed into my spine. Nathan groaned beneath me, buried to the hilt as Dave forced himself in.  

“Open up, slut…”

His teeth sank into my neck. My body jackknifed, trapped between them, as he sheathed himself fully. Nathan’s gasp vibrated through my guts.  

“YES.” Dave’s arm snaked around my throat in a victory chokehold. “Take it. All….of it.” 

“FuuuUCK—!”

The scream tore raw from my throat as they moved, a brutal counter-rhythm, Nathan driving up, Dave hammering down. My balls slapped Nathan’s stomach with every thrust. Agony. Ecstasy. No difference now.

I was being double stuffed 

Something primal detonated in my chest, lust,  thick as motor oil, smothering every protest.  

“You love this, don’t you?” Sam taunted from the shadows.  

Nathan’s “Yesss” tangled with my guttural “FUCK YES”as Sam fucked Nathan’s mouth like a glove. Spit rained onto my thigh. Nathan’s eyes rolled back, drunk on degradation.  

Dave laughed, dark, possessive and pistoned harder. “Good boy. Now…beg for it.” 

“Fuuuuck meeee!” 

My own voice, cracking like dry kindling, foreign and desperate. Pain and lust twisted together as the wave crashed over me.  

Couldn’t fight it. Didn’t want to.  

Hands fumbled down, fisting my own cock. Eight inches of betrayal. Jerked hard.  

Fuck it.  

Sam and Nathan splitting me open.  Owned. 

Moans tore loose, high, animal sounds, as they carved their names into my nerves.  

“Now, Sam!” 

Cock swapped from Nathan’s mouth to mine. No pause. No mercy.  

Choking. Grunting. Slapping flesh.

Nathan pistoned into my ass. Dave hauled me up by the hair, arch, present, take it, and slammed home alongside him.  

Double stuffed. Stretched raw in both holes  

Fire in my veins.  

I jacked myself faster, hips bucking. “More, I gargled!” 

A toy. A hole. A thing shaped for their use.  

And I … I loved it.  

The climax hit like a seizure, electric and absolute.  

No escape. Dave’s grip on my wrists became iron. Sam’s fingers twisted in my hair, rooting me to the earth.  

“He’s cumming!”  Nathan’s voice sliced through the haze.  

Slaps landed like punctuation marks, crack, crack, crack but pain dissolved into pure sensation. My body arched off, tendons straining. A sound tore from my throat, half scream, half sob as the first wave detonated.  

“AAAAAAAaaaaahhhgh!” I cried out as I surrendered to all I was feeling, giving myself over to the pure joy of being double fucked, mouth stretched. Tears rolled down my face as the first shot landed all over Nathan’s neck and chest. “What a slut!” I heard Sam say as he looked down on me, he continued to slap me across my face, but it did not matter I was in too deep,

“Look at him,” Sam breathed, wondering, cutting through the cruelty. “Pure fucking surrender.”

my second shot blew out of me making me howl, cum landing on Nathan’s abs and belly button. Dave’s laughter vibrated against my spine. “Made for this…” he said victorious as he and Nathan did not skip a beat on pummeling my ass as one.  

Final surrender wasn’t shame. It was annihilation.  

The last convulsion emptied me, hot cum slobbered all over my hands “FUCK MEEEEEE” I squealed, wet sticky cum slidding down to my cock, and then onto my still bouncing balls. mind, muscle, soul. I floated in the wreckage: used, owned, free.  

Sam’s palm rested on my heaving chest. Not a slap. A claim.  

“You’re welcome, slut.” Dave hissed in my ear. 

I must’ve collapsed. Came to face-down, ass-up, presented.  

“Here we go.”

Nathan’s voice dripped with hunger as he speared me in one thrust.  

No warning. Just invasion.  

I grunted, half-pain, half-shock. as he hammered into me with pure fucking joy.  

“God, he’s such a good bottom,” Nathan panted, fingers digging into my hips. My body rocked like a ragdoll on the ruined sheets. As Dave pulled on my nuts making me hollar for their amusement.   

“Fuck….coming!” Nathan’s breathing rushed to catch up with the speed of his thrusts. 

His climax hit like a quake hot spill flooding my thighs, his shuddering weight crushing me.  

Through blurred vision:  

Dave and Sam’s phones glowed like predator eyes. Recording every twitch. Every broken sound.  

High-def proof I wasn’t Dean the Top anymore.  

I was just… meat.  

Sam’s fist knotted in my hair, yanking me to my knees.  

“Open wide, slut.” 

Two cocks jammed against my lips, Dave’s thick crown, Sam’s leaking tip. I bucked, choked, but their thighs caged my skull.  

“Two in your ass… now two in your mouth,” Dave rasped. My jaw screamed as they forced themselves deeper. Stretched. Split.  

Somehow… I took them.  

Sam high-fived Dave over my head. Flashbulbs popped. Tears streaked my cheeks, ignored.  

I was nothing but a rag doll in their hands.  

Sam and Dave pounded into me, stretching my throat, my vision blurred. Thick saliva bubbled past my lips, dripping onto the sheets. My eyes bulged, tears carving hot tracks through the mess on my face. Time dissolved. There was only:  

The slap-slap-slap of skin, Dave’s fingers twisting in my hair, Nathan’s mouth swallowing my cock in single rough plunges that kept me hard, I choked. Gasped. Tried to scream. 

Useless, I was theirs to use now.   

“I’m coming!” Dave roared. Sweat gleamed on his corded neck as his hips stuttered. I gulped salt and shame.  “Fuck … ME TOO!” Sam slammed home. Swallowed again.  

They released me. I collapsed.  

Their eyes held the same verdict: broken. perfected.  

I rolled face down into the sheets afraid to look at them.  

“Mind if I join?” Nathan’s voice came like a slither.   

No warning, just his cock spearing my wrecked hole again. I arched into it, a traitorous moan ripping free.  

“You love this,” he hissed, biting my ear. “Gave my ass to Sam for this… Not leaving ‘till I fill you your hole to the rim” Nathan biting into my neck “an ass for an ass, and yours is mine all night”

Sam and Dave cheered as he pounded harder, the sounds of their phones followed my every move, grunt and expression. 

I pushed back, sobbing… Goodbye John, I heard in my head as I gave in again, fucking myself on him while the truth curdled in my throat:  

Theirs. A hole. A victory.

Evan smiled when he saw Jake’s car pull up in front of the house. He had been looking out of the window for nearly ten minutes with his jacket and backpack already on, waiting for Jake to arrive. He had never been so eager for a day of school in his life, even though he liked it, but something felt different now that Jake wasn’t just his best friend coming to pick him up, it was his boyfriend out there waiting for him.

Without so much as a word to his family, who were sat eating their breakfast, watching him with amused smiles on their faces as he paced by the window, he ran out of the door, down the path and jumped straight into the passenger seat of Jake’s car.

“Hey,” Evan smiled as he threw his bag into the foot well and sat down, immediately fastening his seatbelt. It was only after he heard the click that he realized that Jake hadn’t said anything back so he turned his head to look at him. “Hey, is something wrong?”

Jake looked up from where he had been staring at his hands on the steering wheel and met Evan’s eyes. He shook his head. “No. Sorry, Ev. Hey.”

Evan reached out a hand and placed it over Jake’s on the gear shift. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Jake looked down at their hands and then back up at Evan. He smiled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Really? You don’t look it,” Evan said, his thumb gently rubbing the back of Jake’s hand. “I wasn’t expecting a kiss, but…”

“Ev…” Jake almost rolled his eyes.

“I know, I know,” Evan conceded. “Someone could see us.”

“It’s not that,” Jake said.

“Then what?” Evan asked. “Is it because of last night?”

Jake looked confused. “Last night?”

“Yeah…” Evan hesitated. “Because you… you know… for the first time.”

Jake chuckled. “You mean because I sucked your dick?”

“Er… Yeah,” Evan nodded, not sure why he felt so shy about it.

“You think that changed things?” Jake asked.

“I mean, I don’t know,” Evan replied. “I just thought that maybe you regretted it and now you’re thinking…”

“Ev,” Jake interrupted. He pulled his hand out from under Evan’s but then took the hand in his and linked their fingers together. “I don’t regret anything I do with you. I know it took me a while to get there and get my head around doing it, but… God, I can’t believe I’m saying this… I loved sucking your dick. It turned me on so much hearing you moan because of what I was doing to you, getting you to whimper my name just before you came in my mouth… Fuck Ev…”

Jake pulled his hand from Evan’s and reached down, moving in his seat as he repositioned himself.

“Woah,” Evan gasped, seeing the bulge in Jake’s pants. “You’re hard.”

Jake threw his head back against the seat for a second with a laugh and then looked over at Evan. “I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I loved it, Ev. If we didn’t have to be at school in fifteen minutes I’d do it again right now. Then I’d put the back seat down and fuck your brains out.”

“Oh shit,” Evan moaned. “Now I’m hard.”

Jake laughed. “See, this is what we do to each other. You have to stop worrying that something or someone is going to make me change my mind and not want to be with you.”

“Okay,” Evan nodded. “Then what’s bothering you?”

“I’m just nervous,” Jake said.

“About what?” Evan asked.

“Come on, Ev… The last time we were at school me and Tyler were beating the crap out of each other,” Jake said.

“So?” Evan asked.

“You think anyone has forgotten that? They’re all going to be expecting a repeat,” Jake said. “And do you think his football buddies are going to let me fighting their captain go without doing something to me in return?”

“Well… Tyler said…” Evan started.

“I know what Tyler said,” Jake interrupted. “And I actually believe him. Against my better judgement. It’s the idiots he tries to impress that worry me.”

“You really think they’ll try something?” Evan asked, concerned.

“I don’t know,” Jake said. “That’s why I’m nervous. I hate the unknown, you know that. I always overthink things and expect the worst. That’s what nearly fucked everything up with us when I got too deep inside my own head thinking about all of the worst case scenarios instead of just telling you what I was feeling.”

“You need to relax,” Evan offered. “Take things as they come.”

Jake looked out of the window and then turned his head back to look into Evan’s eyes. “You really trust Tyler?”

“I do,” Evan nodded. “He won’t do or say anything that will out you.”

“Even when he’s acting up in front of his football buddies, playing the big man on campus?” Jake asked.

“Not with this, with us,” Evan reasoned. “He’s smart enough to not let that slip. He understands how important it is to keep that secret because he has his own. You know that.”

“Yeah,” Jake agreed. “What if WE let it slip?”

“About Tyler?” Evan asked, alarmed.

“No,” Jake clarified. “About us. We’ve spent the last three weeks together being open, not holding back. What if in the heat of the moment we forget where we are and do something to expose us?”

“We won’t,” Evan said. “No one will know that anything is going on between us.”

“How can you know that?” Jake asked.

“Because…” Evan started but stopped.

“Because what?” Jake asked, wanting Evan to continue.

Evan still didn’t say anything.

“Ev?” Jake pressed on.

“Because no one knew about me and Tyler,” Evan said, instantly regretting it. They rarely acknowledged that he’d been having sex with Tyler before Jake had made his feelings known and taken him away from the quarterback. “No one at school picked up on that. Not even you.”

Jake slowly nodded, “I guess you’re right… Fuck, Ev, I don’t even care about those people. That’s how messed up this whole thing is. Our parents know and they’re cool with it now. Our brother’s know. Emily knows. They’re the people that matter. I want to say fuck everyone at school and let’s just be us, but I know that I can’t, that I have to go back in that locker room, that I have to wrestle guys who I know will have a problem with it if they know I’m gay, or whatever the fuck I am now.”

“It’s okay,” Evan said. “You know I understand, Jake. I don’t have a problem with keeping things between us as long as we’re honest and open with each other.”

“Yeah,” Jake smiled. “Alright, enough of this… Let’s go face them.”

He put the car in drive and set off towards the school. As they travelled down the road their conversation turned to the tiny insignificant things that they always talked about on those journeys, just enjoying each other’s company. It was only when they pulled up into the parking lot and Jake guided his car into what had become his usual spot that things grew tense again because right in front of them, leaning against the side of his SUV, was Tyler, surrounded by half of his teammates.

When Jake opened the door of his car the sound of voices, chatter and laughter drifted inside, but the moment he stood up and people started to see him those voices quietened and almost every eye in the parking lot turned to look at him. Those that weren’t on him were looking at Tyler.

Everything was silent as Jake pulled his bag out from the back seat and closed his door behind him. He looked around at the crowd that had gathered, because that’s what it was, a crowd. The people who had just been hanging around the parking lot before had suddenly come closer, almost encircling them, every one of them waiting, expecting, maybe even hoping that something was about to happen between him and Tyler and they didn’t want to miss it.

Each of Tyler’s football teammates stood to attention, stepping forward, their backs straight, their shoulders out, widening their stance, taking up a position in front of their captain, like a wall ready to block the advance of an approaching enemy.

Tyler didn’t move behind them.

He continued resting against the side of his car, actually glad that his teammates had stepped up to protect him because it meant they all had their backs to him and missed the slight quiver in his lip and the deep breath he took when he felt his heartbeat quicken. It wasn’t because of the tense atmosphere or the fear that Jake might make a run at him like so many people expected, it was the sight of Evan and Jake together, knowing that they actually were together, as a couple. He was jealous. He just wasn’t sure whether it was because he still wanted Evan for himself or because he wanted what they had.

His eyes slowly moved over the backs of his teammates until they settled on Joe, standing just a few feet in front of him, ready to protect him, to fight for him. He reached up and touched the necklace that he wore under his shirt and then pushed himself forward off the car, moving until he was standing beside his best friend, throwing an arm around Joe’s shoulder as he glanced over at Jake.

The air felt electric as Jake and Tyler stood looking at each other. The hair on Jake’s arms stood on end and Tyler’s hand involuntarily clenched a little as it rested on Joe’s chest. They were both waiting for the other to move, to say something or do something.

“Alright boys,” a deep voice interrupted, accompanied by a loud clap. Tyler’s Coach stepped out into the middle of the circle, putting his huge body between Tyler and Jake, looking at each of them in turn. “I assume there’s no problem here.”

“No Coach,” Tyler said. “We’re just hanging out before the bell, aren’t we guys?”

“That’s right, Coach,” A few of Tyler’s teammates agreed.

“Glad to hear it,” Coach said before turning to Jake. “And you?”

“No problem here, Coach Hansen,” Jake said, holding up his hands.

“Good,” Coach said. “I don’t want to catch even a whiff of what happened before Christmas happening again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Coach,” Tyler and Jake both said at the same time, though their eyes were still on each other.

“Alright, you hyenas, there’s nothing to see here. Get moving,” Coach called out, looking around as the crowd started to follow his orders and began to disperse. “Goodwin, I need to see you in my office before lunch. Jake, why don’t you and Evan head inside?”

Jake nodded at the instruction and started walking toward the school building with Evan right beside him.

Tyler hung back, watching them walk away, with his arm still around Joe’s shoulder. It was only once they were gone that Coach walked away too.

“You okay?” Joe asked, looking into Tyler’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Tyler smiled. “You made sure of that last night.”

Joe pulled away and punched Tyler in the arm, his eyes wide with disbelief as he quietly growled between his teeth, “Tyler!”

“Relax, no one heard that,” Tyler chuckled as he turned and walked away, knowing that Joe’s eyes were following the ass he’d been inside the night before.

*

When the bell rang to signal the end of the first class Jake sighed with relief, glad to have gotten through it. Usually he liked the class but they hadn’t been taught anything of note, pretty much just having what they would be doing for the rest of the semester until graduation explained to them as a reintroduction after Christmas break and it had started to bore him after a while.

He packed his bag and headed out into the hall for his next class. As he walked down the corridor he started to hear a strange mumbling and noticed that there were suddenly a lot of eyes on him.

“What’s going on?” He asked one of the kids closest to him, thinking that they somehow knew about him and Evan after barely an hour back at school.

The kid didn’t reply, he simply pointed down the hallway to where Tyler was approaching with two of his teammates.

“Oh great,” Jake whispered under his breath.

He considered turning around and walking the other way just to avoid any possible confrontation but he knew that would look like he was running away and he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

He came to a stop and looked down the hallway, watching as Tyler got closer.

“Oooh,” Multiple kids around him cooed, as they too stopped, backing up against the walls to be out of the way but so they could still see what happened, anticipating another fight.

When Tyler saw Jake he stopped momentarily, his body stiffening slightly, but then he pushed his shoulders back, his chest out and stepped up until he was standing right in front of him, their faces barely a few inches apart, their eyes locked on each other.

“It’s happening!” A kid somewhere near them shouted excitedly, with other voices quickly joining in.

They continued to stare at each other, their faces so close that they could each feel the other’s breath on their cheek, the height difference between them so minimal that almost their entire bodies were mirroring the other.

Jake felt a strange heat in his chest that he hadn’t felt since they had stood face-to-face in the school gym, both of them covered in sweat, trying to outdo the other. The air crackled around them with tension. It felt like two alpha males in the animal kingdom getting ready to fight over their territory.

Tyler leaned closer until their noses almost touched and Jake did everything that he could not to flinch, thinking that Tyler was trying to make him react, but then Tyler stepped back, his eyes still locked on Jake’s, and he lowered his head, almost like a salute where he would have tipped his hat if he had been wearing one. He then broke eye contact and stepped around Jake, continuing on down the hall without so much as a word.

Tyler’s teammates stood shocked, looking at each other with confusion, before one of them turned, clapped Jake on the back as if to solidify Tyler’s gesture that he was alright, and jogged off down the hallway after Tyler with the other player in tow.

“Well, I didn’t expect that,” Emily said, appearing beside Jake. “I guess the fight earned his respect.”

Jake turned to look at her as the students who had been hoping for a fight moved on to their next classes. “You know that’s not the reason for it.”

“I do,” Emily smiled. “No one else does though.”

She leaned in close and put her mouth next to Jake’s ear, whispering so only he could hear, “So let’s pretend you earned that respect with your fists and not your dick.”

Jake glared into her eyes as she smiled at him but he knew that no one had heard her. Keeping his voice low he replied, “You make it sound like I fucked HIM.”

“I bet he’d let you,” Emily grinned.

Jake blushed and turned his head away as Emily chuckled. “Yeah, that’s never happening.”

“We’ll see,” Emily winked and linked her arm through Jake’s. He laughed and shook his head but let her lead him to their next class.

*

Tyler stood up from his desk as class was dismissed and picked up the green sports jacket he had draped over the back of his chair. He slid his arms into the sleeves and pulled it up over his wide shoulders. There was something about wearing it that just made him feel better, bigger, more important, and he loved the confidence it gave him.

He grabbed his backpack from the desk, holding it by the loop and swinging it as he walked rather than putting it over his shoulder as he headed out towards his next class, the last before lunch and his meeting with Coach.

As he walked down the hall he noticed that more people were looking at him than usual and he began to pick up fractured pieces of conversation, little snippets of what different people were saying about him.

Word of his gesture to Jake had somehow spread around the school already, taking less than the duration of a single class to be known to most. Some people seemed disappointed that there wasn’t going to be a round two, most understood that it had been a sign of respect, Tyler’s way of saying that everything was okay between the two of them now, but he also heard someone imply that it was a sign of submission, that Tyler was admitting defeat and that Jake had somehow won.

As much as he didn’t want it to, that idea really bothered him. He knew that he couldn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t going to fight Jake again. It would do nothing for either of them and he actually didn’t want to. But he still felt like he needed to do something to reassert his place as the top athlete in the school.

Just as those thoughts started entering his head, a big, strong hand landed on his shoulder.

“Hey Tyler, how’s it going?”

Tyler turned his head and his stomach tensed and tightened. His face felt warm and he hoped his expression didn’t show what he was thinking. It was Mr Brown.

He looked into the deep brown eyes of his Biology teacher, his heart beating faster, his breathing heavier. God, the man was beautiful. It didn’t matter how many times Tyler saw him he was always taken aback by how handsome the twenty-nine-year-old teacher was with his thick, dark hair and his well-kept beard. Not to mention the amazing body that he had under his tight white shirt, almost every muscle popping out from beneath the fabric, the sleeves rolled up his strong forearms somehow making the whole look even hotter.

“Are you ready for some fun classes this semester?” Mr Brown asked with a smile that almost melted Tyler.

“Yeah…” Tyler managed to squeeze out.

“Good. Hey, I heard about what happened with Jake earlier,” Mr Brown said, looking Tyler deep in the eyes, “That was a very grown up thing to do. Well done.”

Mr Brown tapped Tyler on the shoulder twice in approval and walked into the classroom.

Tyler smiled, feeling good about the recognition from the older man, hoping that Coach would feel the same, and he followed the teacher into the room, taking his usual seat in the third row.

He was halfway through unpacking his things when he looked up and saw Evan enter the room. He smiled and went to raise his hand to say hi but he quickly caught himself and put his hand down on the desk, knowing that he still had to hide their friendship or people would start asking questions about how it began.

When Evan saw Tyler their eyes met and Evan smiled briefly before catching himself too and sitting down in his seat at the front of the class.

“Damn…” Tyler thought to himself. “He’s still so fucking cute.”

He closed his eyes and could still picture Evan’s tight muscular body as it had looked beneath him, all of those times that he had been on top of him, inside him. God, he still wanted to fuck Evan’s amazing ass, to kiss his beautiful lips, to run his tongue all over that body. Evan might be with Jake now but that didn’t stop Tyler from wanting him. They had taken each other’s anal virginity, even if Tyler was far from a virgin when it came to topping, and Evan still meant a lot to him; he probably always would.

When Mr Brown spoke, welcoming the class back, Tyler snapped out of his daydream and realised that he was rock hard under his desk. He quickly shuffled forward to make sure that it was hidden and tried to pay attention to what the gorgeous teacher in front of him was saying, but it was difficult. Even though he’d had sex with Joe the night before, he was still horny as hell, his teenage hormones running wild inside him as he flicked his eyes back and forth between the teacher and Evan, wanting to fuck them both.

Mr Brown went through the usual motions at the start of the class, taking attendance and explaining what was going to be happening over the coming weeks. Tyler paid attention and made a few notes in his book, liking to do a bit of background reading if possible, until Mr Brown turned around to write on the board and Tyler didn’t hear a single word of what he said.

He wasn’t looking at the words that were being written on the white board with a blue pen, he was looking at the blue pants that were pulled tight around Mr Brown’s ass, bulging to where he could almost make out the exact shape of each cheek, and the white shirt that was stretched across that thick back, the shape of the muscles almost looking like an arrow pointing to that amazing ass.

Suddenly Tyler felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he snapped out of his trance, checking to see that Mr Brown wasn’t looking before he reached in and pulled out the phone.

It was a text from Evan.

He looked up, saw Evan grinning at him from his seat and then looked back down at the phone, opening the message.

“You might want to make it less obvious that you want to fuck him.”

Tyler’s head shot up to see Evan chuckling to himself as he watched him. He quickly looked around to see if anyone else had seen him staring at their teacher’s ass but he seemed to be in the clear.

“Was it really that obvious?” Tyler typed out a nervous reply, keeping an eye on Mr Brown. He hit send just as the teacher turned around and he shoved his phone back in his pocket.

For the next fifteen minutes Mr Brown had his full attention on the class, engaging with them, talking them through a topic, making sure that they all understood. Tyler tried to pay attention, loving the way the man spoke and taught, his favourite teacher by far, and not because of how hot he was, but his mind kept going back to Evan, wanting him to reply.

Finally, when Mr Brown set a task for the class and turned around to look through a folder, Tyler pulled his phone out of his pocket and waited, impatiently tapping his foot against the leg of his desk.

Buzz.

He opened the text immediately without looking up or checking that it was safe to do so.

“You were fucking him with your eyes harder than you could with your cock. XD”

Tyler nearly laughed out loud but he managed to hold it in. He looked up at Evan to see a huge smile on his face. He smiled back and shook his head, hoping that he wasn’t blushing again. What was wrong with him today?

He slipped his phone in his pocket and turned his attention to the task on the desk in front of him, although he didn’t stop smiling, happy that despite everything Evan was still his friend.

*

Walking into the locker room Tyler found it completely deserted, the lunch period having already begun. He had no idea what Coach wanted to talk to him about, especially since the football season had already ended, but he had such respect for the man that he would never disobey him.

Finding Coach’s door open and the huge man sitting behind his desk, Tyler gently knocked on the door to alert him to his presence and waited for an invitation to step inside.

“Hey, Tyler,” Coach smiled, waving him in. “Come on in. Sit down.”

Tyler crossed the room and sat in the chair across from Coach, unsure what to make of the man’s friendly demeanour and the use of his first name. He waited silently for the older man to speak.

“So, how are you?” Coach asked, finally looking up at Tyler as he closed the file that he had been looking at.

“I’m good, thanks Coach,” Tyler nodded.

“I heard about your little show of respect for Jake this morning,” Coach said, looking into Tyler’s eyes.

“Yes, Coach,” Tyler nodded again.

Coach chuckled. “You don’t need to be so formal, Tyler. We’re not in front of the team now. It’s just you and me. I’m proud of you.”

“Really?” Tyler asked, not sure why he felt shocked rather than happy.

“Yes. I was disappointed in you when you had the fight with Jake. I always thought you were better than that. I know it was personal…” Coach let that statement linger. “But I expected more from you. I had to convince the principal to give you both a second chance. Thankfully you showed me and him this morning that I was right.”

“Thank you, Coach,” Tyler said, truly grateful.

“So I hope you and Jake can put all of this behind you,” Coach continued. “I know there was a lot of tension this morning, a lot of people expecting a repeat. But can you promise me that nothing else will happen?”

“Yes,” Tyler stated. “I promise.”

“Good,” Coach smiled. “Now… I need something else from you.”

“Erm, sure…” Tyler said, suddenly feeling very unsure, like he had been lured in only to now be attacked.

“I don’t know if you’re aware but there was a break in over the holidays,” Coach said.

“What?” Tyler gasped.

“Yes,” Coach nodded. “Someone, a few people actually, broke in and stole a lot of equipment. The police are working on catching the culprits but that doesn’t help us replace what we’ve lost. We have some generous donors and some money in the pot from the county, but it doesn’t cover everything.”

“Okay,” Tyler replied, not sure where the conversation was going.

Coach chuckled. “We need to raise money, Tyler, that’s where I’m going with this. We’re going to have a fair, a fundraiser, whatever you want to call it, with booths and games and food and general fun.”

“Okay,” Tyler said again, wondering where he fit into it all.

“So…” Coach said, leaning forward and placing his arms on his desk, looking directly into Tyler’s eyes. “I know that you’ve technically had your punishment. You’ve served your suspension. But let’s be honest, that just meant you missed a few days of school at the end of the semester and that’s not good enough.”

“What do you mean?” Tyler asked.

“I want to make an example of you,” Coach stated, staring into Tyler’s eyes.

“What?” Tyler gasped, sitting up straight, his body going stiff. “Coach…?”

“I want every single person in this school to see that it doesn’t matter who you are, fighting is not acceptable,” Coach continued. “And the only way to drive that message home is to put you out there in front of everyone, to have you as the star of your very own booth.”

“What kind of booth?” Tyler questioned.

“Not kissing, that’s for damn sure,” Coach quipped. “That’s what got us here in the first place.”

Tyler broke the eye contact and turned his head away. He still couldn’t believe that Coach knew what had really happened to cause the fight.

“No. What I’ve got in mind is a dunk tank,” Coach explained. “You’re going to sit on a platform above a pool of cold water and let anyone in this school pay for the chance to dunk you.”

Tyler just stared at the older man. He didn’t know what to say.

“Well?” Coach asked, searching Tyler’s face for answers as to how he was feeling.

“What about Jake?” was all Tyler could say.

“Oh don’t you worry about him. He’ll be the star of his own booth. His coach is making sure of that one,” Coach replied. “You’re both going to be made examples of. If there’s a little bit of humiliation in that then even better. It will drive the point home. But don’t worry, you won’t be alone in the tank. Some teachers have volunteered to take part as well. So, do we have a deal?”

Tyler stared at him for a long moment. “Do I have a choice?”

“Of course you do. I can’t force you,” Coach said. “But when Jake says yes and you don’t, you know what everyone is going to say, don’t you?”

Tyler looked away, wanting to curse Coach out for knowing him so well, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

*

Tyler pulled into the parking lot and was amazed by how many cars were already there. The usual spot that was always left empty for him was taken and he had to drive around until he could find somewhere to park.

Stepping out of the car, he couldn’t believe how many people were out on the field, already walking around with drinks and food from the stalls, playing some of the games that had been set up and generally just having a good time.

It had been almost two weeks since Coach had talked him into taking part and since then posters of him and Jake had gone up all over the school, advertising what was going to happen. People were buzzing and it appeared that almost everyone and their families had shown up, wanting to see the two top jocks in the school get utterly humiliated.

“Tyler, good to see you,” one of the teachers greeted him when they saw him walking across the parking lot. “If you want to head on into the locker room and get changed I’ll come and get you when it’s time for you to go to your booth.”

“Great… Thanks,” Tyler said, forcing a smile as he turned and started walking toward the locker room.

Kids were pointing at him and chattering amongst themselves, most of them with huge smiles on their faces, knowing what was coming. He realised that most of them wanted to see him get humiliated, wanted to see him embarrassed and maybe even ashamed. He wouldn’t let that happen. He was going to take everything that was coming with his head held high and a smile on his face.

He was almost at the door to the locker room when he saw a group of younger guys lining up to throw a baseball at a target they had drawn on the wall. Were they all practicing their throws for when he was on that platform, wanting to dunk him? He shook his head and continued on.

Inside the locker room it was almost silent, a complete contrast to the madness outside. He sighed and walked further into the room, tossing his bag down on a bench. He sat down and lowered his head, closing his eyes and taking a moment to just breathe and think.

“Are you nervous too?” a voice asked, interrupting his thoughts.

He looked up and had to fight to hold back a gasp. Jake was standing in front of him with a smile on his handsome face, wearing a blue t-shirt that was tight against his muscles, making his body look amazing.

“Oh… Um… Yeah…” Tyler stuttered, realising that he was just staring at him.

“I guess we deserve it though, don’t we?” Jake said, putting his own bag down on the bench.

“Yeah,” Tyler chuckled. “We were pretty stupid.”

Jake sat down beside Tyler and pulled open the zipper on his bag. Tyler watched as he pulled out a wrestling singlet.

“Are they making you fight someone?” Tyler asked, confused.

“No,” Jake smiled. “My coach thought it would fitting for me to wear it out there. Show my status as an athlete before I get taken down a peg or two.”

“Nice,” Tyler laughed. “My Coach just said to wear swim shorts because I’d be taking a dip.”

Jake laughed and the two smiled at each other.

“I’m surprised they don’t have anyone in here chaperoning us,” Jake said. “Making sure we don’t get into another fight.”

“Yeah,” Tyler agreed. “Half of the people out there would go insane if they knew we were in here talking like this instead of beating each other up.”

Tyler went silent as he looked over to the spot near the door where he had actually been beaten up, where Michael had kicked him in the balls and then in the stomach and chest.

He quickly tried to shake that thought off, not wanting to remember it, and suddenly realised that Jake wasn’t sitting beside him anymore, he had stood up and was pulling his shirt off over his head.

Tyler’s eyes went wide and he had to stop himself from saying “holy shit” out loud when he saw how tight Jake’s body was, the muscles more compact than his own since Jake weighed a little over 180 to his 200 pounds, but where had bulk Jake was ridiculously cut and in no way less impressive. He felt his dick twitch and quickly got up from the bench, turning around to get his own things out of his bag so that Jake wouldn’t see the effect he just had on him. Holy fuck, Evan was lucky.

When Tyler had changed out of his jeans and grey t-shirt into a pair of black swim shorts and a white tank top, he turned to see that Jake was half dressed. He had pulled on the plain black singlet so the bottom half was fully on, almost like a pair of shorts, but he had yet to pull the straps up so his body was still in full view.

Tyler needed to do something to stop himself from staring. Why was he so horny these days? It didn’t matter how often he and Joe fucked since they came to their understanding at New Years, he lusted after pretty much every other hot guy he saw and wanted to fuck them.

“Erm, so, how did things go with your parents?” Tyler asked, making sure his eyes were on Jake’s face when he turned around.

Jake smiled, but it wasn’t as big as Tyler had expected. “They’re good. It was tough at first. My mom wasn’t exactly happy about it but she’s come around.”

“That’s good,” Tyler nodded.

Jake tilted his head slightly and held Tyler’s gaze. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Tyler asked.

“That talk in the park,” Jake replied. “It was just what I needed that day.”

Tyler smiled and nodded. “I’m glad everything worked out.”

“Me too,” Jake said. “If you ever need to talk, me and Ev…”

Jake went silent which caused Tyler to laugh. “It’s okay. You can say his name in front of me. I’m not going to attack you.”

A huge smile spread across Jake’s face as he laughed and ran a hand over his abs. “I guess I deserve that one.”

“Yeah,” Tyler chuckled back. “Speaking of Evan, how did he get out of this? He’s the reason we were fighting in the first place, so why are we getting punished and he’s not?”

Jake looked at Tyler and shook his head as he smiled, “It’s that cute face. Everyone thinks he’s sweet and innocent.”

“Yeah, we know better,” Tyler laughed.

Jake paused, the smile dropping from his face for a second, but then it returned. He was going to say something when the teacher who greeted Tyler in the parking lot knocked on the door and asked if they were ready.

Jake pulled the straps of his singlet up onto his shoulders, adjusting them a little so they covered his nipples. “I guess we’d better go. Good luck.”

“Good luck,” Tyler replied, watching as Jake threw his things into a locker and then walked out of the locker room, his eyes dropping to Jake’s ass, which looked incredible being hugged by the tight singlet.

*

Jake walked out onto the field and was amazed by the amount of people that were there. It really did look like the whole school had come out for the event and he was walking out into that crowd wearing nothing but his wrestling singlet with a pair of tight briefs underneath and a pair of shoes that he knew would soon be coming off.

He continued walking and looking around, seeing the amused faces on some of those who spotted him, until he saw the teacher who had organised the event, the same one who had knocked on the locker room door before. She quickly guided him to the booth that he was going to be part of, though calling it a booth was a bit generous. It was little more than a small swimming pool with a chair in the middle.

“This is it?” Jake asked.

“Yes,” the teacher replied.

Jake stood by and watched as a teacher he barely recognised stepped into the pool and sat down in the chair, looking out at the crowd.

“Okay folks,” another teacher called out, addressing the crowd in front of the booth. “Who here has had Mr Alexander teach them History?”

A number of hands went up among the crowd.

“Okay, now how many of you would be willing to make a donation to dump a bucket of ice cold water of Mr Alexander’s head?” the teacher asked, reaching down to pick up a bucket filled with water and ice cubes.

More hands went up this time than they had answering the first question and a lot of the students started to get excited at the prospect of getting to empty the bucket over their teacher.

Dollar bills were quickly produced and waved around in the air until finally one lucky student was chosen.

“Don’t worry guys, this is just the first round. Stay close and you might get another chance soon,” the teacher running the show said as the student who had handed over his money took off his shoes and socks and stepped into the pool, taking the bucket and excitedly pouring the contents out over the teachers head, delighted by the teachers cries and the other students howling with laughter as they filmed it.

Another teacher stepped into the pool next and the process was repeated with a little less excitement this time, most of the students apparently actually liking that teacher.

Then it was Jake’s turn.

He took off his shoes and stepped into the pool. He flinched immediately, feeling the near freezing cold water from the previous two rounds on his feet and suddenly second guessing his decision to take part. Putting on a brave face, he smiled and walked to the chair in the centre of the pool, taking his seat and waiting for what came next.

“Now, something different for this next round,” the teacher called to the crowd. “Next we have Jake, star of the wrestling team and very possibly a future Olympian. You might not be able to take him down on the wrestling mats but who wants to step up and cool our hot prospect down?”

Jake looked on as a few kids held up some money and then a voice rose above them all.

“I’ll give you twenty bucks to let me do it.”

Jake’s eyes went wide hearing the familiar voice and he looked over to see Emily gleefully handing her money over to the teacher as she took the bucket from his hand and started walking towards the pool.

Emily stepped in behind Jake and he could feel her looming over him, holding the bucket high.

“What are you doing?” Jake growled.

“Enjoying myself,” Emily laughed. “Smile for the camera.”

“Wha…?” Jake asked looking out to see who was filming only to be cut off as Emily dumped the freezing cold water over his head and the back of his shoulders. He clenched his fists so tight they hurt but he couldn’t stop a massive cry from rising out of him, his body trembling with shock.

*

Tyler heard Jake scream from across the field and wondered what was going on. He couldn’t see what had happened but he definitely heard it. He turned back to the setup in front of him, a dunk tank with steps up to a platform over a pool of water and a huge target off to the side that would trigger a fall, and thought that maybe he got the better deal out of the two.

“I hope that water isn’t too cold,” someone said beside Tyler.

He turned his head, “Mr Brown?”

“Hey,” the teacher smiled. “I stupidly agreed to do this too. Your coach can be… convincing.”

Tyler looked into Mr Brown’s eyes, searching for a deeper meaning, and smiled. “Yeah…”

“Did he tell you to wear the shorts and tank top?” Mr Brown asked, motioning to what Tyler was wearing.

“Yeah,” Tyler replied.

Mr Brown chuckled. “I’m surprised he didn’t have you in your football jersey. He told me to come dressed like this.”

Tyler looked down as Mr Brown motioned to his outfit, which was just what he would have worn in the classroom, a pair of tight blue pants, secured at the waist with a belt and a white shirt that hugged his muscular upper body, making him look huge.

A cheer went up from the crowd around them and they turned to see that the teacher who had been sitting on the platform of the dunk tank had disappeared into the water. A moment later he reappeared, pulling himself out of the pool.

“Well, I guess it’s my turn,” Mr Brown shrugged as he walked forward.

Tyler watched as the teacher walked away from him, gasping at the sight of Mr Brown’s ass in his pants. They were so tight he could make out the exact shape of his cheeks. As Mr Brown climbed the stairs and sat down on the platform above the water, Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off him, needing to see what he looked like when that white shirt got wet.

He stood watching as the crowd started bidding, kids handing over their money to step up and take a shot at the target, wanting to be the one to send the teacher crashing down into the water, thinking that it would humiliate him. The first few kids stepped up and missed the target, which seemed harder to hit than Tyler expected. Then a loud thud rang out as a ball hit the target and the platform gave way. Mr Brown hit the water with a huge splash, his muscular body sending water crashing over the side of the tank, soaking the spectators closest to it. He came up shaking himself off, his usually perfect hair wet and hanging down over his face as he swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

When his feet hit the ground, Mr Brown stood and tried to shake some off the water off before another teacher handed him a towel. Tyler meanwhile stood mesmerised as the shirt that had already been tight was now soaking wet and clinging to Mr Brown’s muscular body, his pecs and abs on full show, even the dark patch of hair in the middle of his chest visible through the fabric.

“Holy shit…” Tyler thought to himself.

“Damn, that water is cold,” Mr Brown said, approaching Tyler. “I hope you’re ready for it.”

Tyler suddenly realised the man was talking to him. “Oh, yeah… I’m sure it will be fine.”

He stood and watched as Mr Brown ran the towel over his head, trying to get some of the water out of his hair, and then ran the towel down over his body, trying to get the excess droplets of water off since he had no chance of drying out his clothes with a towel.

“Your body is amazing,” Tyler mumbled, his eyes going wide the moment that he realised he had actually said those words out loud.

Mr Brown turned his head and the two made eye contact, neither speaking for a long moment. Tyler’s heartbeat picked up rapidly and he could feel it beating in his chest.

“Okay Tyler, you’re up,” the teacher running the tank called.

Tyler quickly looked away and without looking at Mr Brown again hurried toward the tank, climbing the stairs and sitting down on the platform with his feet over the edge as he was introduced.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur as he sat there, watching a crowd gather, with a literal line of people waiting for their chance to dunk him. He recognised a few of the kids as ones that he had pushed aside or teased at various times while acting out in front of his teammates, each one of them eagerly waving money at the teacher, hoping they were the one who got to take him down.

When the first student handed over his money and stepped up with three balls, the crowd went silent, anticipating the outcome. There were dozens of phones turned towards Tyler, filming, wanting to capture the moment that he fell into the water.

A wave of disappointment passed over the crowd as the kid struck out three times, not managing to hit the target and Tyler remained seated on the platform. The same happened when the next student stepped up and was unable to sink the football captain.

Tyler started to think that none of them would actually be able to hit the target and he sat up, looking out at the crowd, almost daring them to take him down. He was just starting to think that the teachers would call an end to his time and let someone else step onto the platform when a little voice called out from the crowd.

“Tyler!”

Tyler looked over to see little Phil Brooks waving at him with one hand while his other was firmly in the grip of his big brother, Joe. He waved back but almost instantly regretted it.

“Dunk him!” Little Phil suddenly shouted, jumping up and down with excitement, tugging on his brother’s arm. “Please Joe Joe.”

“Yeah, go on Joe, dunk him” Joe’s oldest younger brother Kevin joined in.

Tyler couldn’t believe that Joe’s little brothers were begging to see him get dunked, especially when Joe’s father appeared behind them and Trevor, the youngest brother, only two-years-old, joined in with the others.

Joe looked up at Tyler, shrugged and stepped forward.

Tyler stared wide eyed as Joe handed over some money and stepped up to the plate.

The teacher held out three balls for Joe to take but he shook his head and only picked up one, waving the teacher off. He looked up at Tyler, making eye contact with him, and then back over his shoulder at his brothers, who were all bouncing with excitement. He then reared back and launched the ball, striking dead centre in the middle of the target, the loud thud echoing around the crowd as the platform beneath Tyler gave way and he plunged down into the water.

Tyler came back up coughing and spitting out water since he hadn’t expected to be dunked so quickly. He swam over to the edge of the tank and looked over to see Joe with his brothers all over him, cheering and congratulating him. He wanted to be mad, wanted to tell Joe that he was going to get him back for that, but seeing the joy on the faces of Joe’s brothers, each one looking up at their hero, made Tyler feel warm inside and he smiled as he pulled himself out of the water.

*

Tyler pulled himself out of the pool for the fourth time, his bare chest glistening with droplets after he had tossed his shirt aside when it had started to make him shiver with the cooler temperatures.

Mr Brown was there to greet him, handing him a dry towel and holding out Tyler’s wet tank top as he said, “That’s it, well done. You’re free to go now. Why don’t you head off and grab a nice hot shower?”

Tyler smiled as he draped the towel around his neck and reached out to take his top. Instead of the fabric his fingers brushed against Mr Brown’s and he felt a jolt of electricity as their skin and eyes met.

They held eye contact for a long moment again and then Mr Brown gulped and looked down, his eyes quickly travelling over Tyler’s bare chest and stomach before he backed away, tossed the shirt up over Tyler’s shoulder, said a quick goodbye and turned around, hurrying up onto the platform for his final round in the dunk tank.

“What the fuck just happened?” Tyler thought to himself as he watched Mr Brown take his place on the platform, the teacher looking in every direction but at him.

A shiver ran down Tyler’s spine and he realised how cold he felt. He shook his head to try and get some of the excess water out of his hair and then wrapped his towel around his upper body as he turned and headed off towards the locker room to shower.

Walking into the locker room Tyler found it empty again and tossed the towel and his wet top onto the bench. He pulled down his swim shorts and stepped out of them, flicking them up with his foot to catch in his hand so he could wring the water out of them.

He grabbed his shower bag out of his locker and was turning to walk towards the showers when he heard footsteps and turned to see Jake walking into the locker room.

“Holy shit,” Tyler gasped. “What happened to you?”

Jake looked up at him and sighed. He was covered, almost from head to toe, in gunk and slime and there were little beads of something sticking all over his body and in his hair.

“They started by throwing ice water over me but then they changed to gunge and finished off with baked beans,” Jake explained. He looked down at his arm and flicked a bean off across the room. “That’s what these are. Fuck I need a shower.”

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “I thought getting dunked was bad.”

“Oh fuck…” Jake groaned, moving around uncomfortably, “They’re down the back of my singlet. I’m not putting it in my bag like that.”

Jake didn’t take his singlet off, instead he walked to his locker, grabbed his soap and headed into the showers, turning on the nearest showerhead and stepping under the spray.

Tyler followed closely behind. He took a moment to admire Jake’s body in the skin tight singlet, his arms and ass looking insane as the water rained down on him. His felt his cock twitch and quickly moved past Jake, leaving a shower head between them as he turned on the water and moaned as he felt the heat on his cold skin.

“Oh fuck, they’re in my hair,” Jake complained, bending over under the water and running his hands through his hair as he tried to shake the beans out as he washed the sauce and slime out of it.

With Jake’s back to him, Tyler once again let his eyes settle on the wrestler’s strong back and that incredible ass. It was so fucking hot. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. He bit his lip, staring at the mounds of muscle and the clearly visible crack between. Knowing that Jake and Evan were together and had been having sex, he began to wonder if Evan had managed to fuck that ass yet.

Tyler’s cock pulsed at the thought and sprung up to a semi. He didn’t want Jake to turn around and see him getting hard so he turned around and grabbed his shampoo, squeezing some into his hands as he lathered up his hair and then put his head under the water.

Jake, meanwhile, was rubbing soap all over his body, trying to wash as much of the gunk off of him and the singlet as possible. He was glad that he had worn one of his old singlets and not one of his better ones. When he thought that he had most of the gunk off him he pulled down the straps and began to wash his body underneath.

Once again Tyler’s eyes fell on Jake, watching as he rubbed soap across his washboard abs and then spread it across his chest, making sure to cover every inch. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

“Have I got it all off?” Jake asked, breaking Tyler out of his daze.

“Erm…” Tyler looked up as Jake turned around. “There’s still some on your back.”

“Fuck,” Jake cursed. “I can’t see it.”

Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep breath and said, “I could get it for you.”

“Would you?” Jake asked, smiling at him.

Tyler just nodded.

Jake turned his back and Tyler slowly stepped out from under his shower, walking over to Jake’s. He took the soap and lathered up his hands, wondering if he was still dreaming or if he was really about to run his hands all over Jake’s back.

He got his answer when Jake didn’t move, didn’t disappear or suddenly turn around to tell him that he was only joking. He put his hands on Jake’s strong shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath and bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a moan.

He rubbed his hand over Jake’s shoulders, focusing on the little patches of orange and green that still covered his skin, actually washing them off, but then he let his hands slide over the clear skin, simply enjoying the way Jake’s body felt against his palms.

Tyler felt a slight knot in the bottom of Jake’s right trapezius muscle and he pushed against it, really working it with his hand.

“Oh…” Jake moaned, pushing back against Tyler’s hand.

“You’re really tight there…” Tyler whispered as he used the heel of his hand to massage the spot.

“Fuck…” Jake gasped. “It’s been bothering me for a few days.”

Tyler stepped a little closer and dug deeper. Jake melted back against his hands and let his head fall back as the water crashed down on the two of them.

“Damn, that feels good,” Jake moaned.

Hearing Jake moan like that made Tyler’s dick spring up to a full erection and he stepped back a little, not wanting Jake to feel it or know how turned on he was, thinking about getting that moan out of Jake in a completely different way, jealous that Evan actually got to do that with this gorgeous guy in front of him.

“Am I clean?” Jake finally asked.

“Erm…” Tyler looked down. “There’s still some on your lower back.”

“Okay,” Jake nodded. He didn’t move.

Tyler reached out and grabbed some more soap before returning his hands to Jake’s body, this time sliding down to wash away all the dirt that was still clinging to his skin. He kept rubbing until Jake’s back was spotless but then noticed something else.

“It’s still in the back of your singlet,” Tyler said, looking down to where he could see green just inside what would have been Jake’s waistband if he’d been wearing pants.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Jake complained. He grabbed his singlet and pulled it down along with briefs he had been wearing underneath, kicking them across the shower.

Tyler gasped as he looked down at Jake’s bare ass, feeling his cock pulse at the sight. It was different to both Joe’s and Evan’s but it was just as hot. Where Joe had a muscular ass, thinned out slightly by his height, and Evan had a true bubble butt, Jake combined the two into one of the most incredible smooth, muscular asses that Tyler had seen, even in porn.

Jake didn’t hear him though, completely oblivious to the effect that he was having on Tyler. He got some soap in his hands and reached back, rubbing it all over his cheeks, before stepping under the water to wash it off.

“Is that it all?” Jake asked, glancing back over his shoulder at Tyler.

Tyler made eye contact with him for a second and then looked down, actually having permission to look at Jake’s ass.

“It looks like it, yeah,” Tyler nodded.

“Awesome. Thanks man,” Jake grinned. He turned back around and grabbed his shampoo to start washing his hair.

Tyler walked back over to his shower and was just rinsing off when Jake spoke again.

“Damn, you really hit on something in my back,” Jake said. “I didn’t realise it was bothering me so much.”

“The knot?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah,” Jake said, reaching over his shoulder, trying to find the little lump in his muscle.

“Here,” Tyler said, turning his shower off.

He walked over to Jake and reached up, pressing his hand against the knot again.

“Oh, goddamn,” Jake groaned. “Fuck… Yeah, that’s it.”

Tyler once again went to work, using his fingers and palm to really work his way into the muscle. It was something that his mom had taught him over his years playing football when she helped him to relax and he was using all of those skills on Jake now.

“You have to really get in deep,” Tyler said, stepping closer to Jake, placing one hand on his shoulder to keep him still as he pushed harder against Jake’s back.

Jake moaned out and pushed back against Tyler’s hands, but as he did his ass also moved backward and Tyler’s rock hard cock came up to meet it, sliding right up between Jake’s butt cheeks, the head brushing against his hole.

“What the…?” Jake cried out, jumping away from Tyler.

He spun around and stared down, a look of shock on his face when he saw Tyler’s cock throbbing and glistening, standing at its full seven inches with precum leaking from the tip.

He looked like he was going to say something but instead he turned and bolted from the shower into the locker room, leaving Tyler alone.

“Great,” Tyler muttered to himself, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

He closed his eyes and stepped under the still running shower, letting the water hit his face. His cock still throbbed and he thought about how good it had felt between Jake’s cheeks, even if just for the briefest of moments. His eyes then shot open and he looked down at the tip of his dick, still leaking with precum. Did some of that get on Jake’s hole?

Tyler felt himself quiver at the thought and then he gasped, realising something else. He had only got a glimpse of Jake’s naked body for a moment when he had spun around and turned to look at Tyler in disgust but Tyler knew what he had seen. When Jake turned around he was hard.

To be continued… (After a little time jump)

They say that college is where you go to find yourself. I say I am going  to college to find asses to rim and fuck. I know myself, I don’t need to find myself. I’m a confident 20-year proud gay man with a thick dark moustache that the guys cannot resist.

After fucking Jay in the gym locker room in the morning, by late afternoon my balls had generated another hefty load that I’d soon release.

It’s not easy being such a stud. I try to pay attention to my class lectures but all the gay boys just can’t take their eyes off me. It’s distracting in some ways because I am in college to earn a degree, but my dick can’t resist all that ass practically begging me for attention and my dick always seems to take over my brain which is natural for a horny 20-year old stud like me.

After the last class of the day I was walking shirtless back towards my off-campus apartment, exposing my hairy, well-developed chest, since it was hot outside. My cock was straining to stay contained in my jock by this point. I certainly wasn’t gonna go home alone to jerk off when all this ass was available for fucking.

It’s pretty much a given that when I’m showing off my chest, the gay boys come out of the woodwork just to catch a glimpse of me.

I try to act like I don’t even notice or care. None of these college guys know who I’m looking at under my shades. Today, I was gonna pick one up, take him home, rim him and breed him.

Who would it be? There were many choices. So many good looking college studs staring at me, hoping to meet me. Guys riding bikes, walking, driving, all heads turning in my direction, I’m sure some of them were straight, but let’s face it, I’m that good-looking, those straight guys want to be me. There was one guy who caught my eye. Some surfer dude with a short blonde scruffy beard, maybe 5’7”, if I were being kind, and he was jacked wearing a muscle shirt. He looked to have one fine juicy ass, too, wearing board shorts that hugged that butt nice and tight.

I started walking in his direction and stopped when I was within earshot.

“Hey buddy, how’s it going?”

I think the guy was shocked I spoke to him.

“Me? I mean, are you talking to me?”, he said. I wasn’t expecting him to be so shy given his appearance, but it was kinda cute.

“Yeah bud. What’s up?”

He stroked his scruffy chin for a second and then replied.

“Oh, ahh, not much. Just finished with classes for the day.”

“Yeah? Me too. You know, I noticed you checking me out. That’s why I came over here.”

“No, no, I was looking for someone.”

“What’s your name?”

“It’s, it’s a, umm, it’s Miles.”

“Miles, nice to meet you. I’m Cole. Listen, it’s ok, I know you were staring at me, there’s no need to lie about it. I’m a good looking guy walking around shirtless, you can’t help it. I’m right, aren’t I Miles? You’re just following your natural instincts.”

Miles shifted his gaze downward. I’d embarrassed him. I know sometimes I can come on too strong, but in order to get laid you can’t fuck around. You have to be direct.

“Miles, it’s ok. I get it.  Good looking men like us, we have needs. We like what we like.”

Miles slowly turned towards me again…a little progress.

“So Miles, why were you looking at me anyway?  Am I your type?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s the moustache isn’t it? Is that what you like?”

“Yeah…and…”

“And what, Miles?”

I took his hand and placed it on my hairy, sweaty, muscled pec.

“You like hairy muscle men, Miles? Do I turn you on?”

“Yes”

“Well I have news for you, Miles. You turn me on, too. I’d love to eat that phat juicy ass of yours.”

“What?”

“I said I’d like to eat your ass out buddy. Would you like that?”

“Yeah”

“I bet you would Miles, but I have a rule. I fuck every ass I eat. You game?”

Mikes scratched his bearded face again and sighed, thinking about my offer. When I saw him adjust his package in his shorts, I knew I’d won him over and that ass would be mine. It didn’t take much to reel this one in.

“Yeah, I’m game. Where? I live in a suite with three other guys, no privacy.”

“My place is right down the street. I’m off-campus.”

“Ok”

Miles walked next to me. He wasn’t very chatty, likely very nervous about hooking up with me, a complete stranger. I decided to break the tension.

“You ever sit in a rim chair, Miles?”

“No, what’s that?”

“You’ll see, I think you’ll like it.”

“You’re very direct, Cole.”

I sensed Miles regretted what he said after he said it. It didn’t seem in his comfort zone to be combative.

“Miles, buddy, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just don’t like wasting my time. I like to get to the point. I wanna eat ass and fuck ass and I am not ashamed of it.”

“It’s ok…it’s just that I get nervous sometimes and you’re so confident.”

“Well, in a few minutes I hope to get you nice and relaxed. I can’t wait to taste that bubble butt of yours.”

Miles smiled and blushed.

We walked into my off campus single dorm room and Miles was checking my place out.

“You’re lucky to have no roommates man. I would kill for that. My roommates are the worst.”

“Yeah, I’m lucky I got this place. I like my privacy so I can do what I want.”

“I can’t even touch myself with three other guys on top of me all the time.”

“So you must be really horny then, right Miles? You need to get off?”

“Yeah”

Just when Miles was coming out of his shell, I pushed him back into it by being so forward.

“It’s cool. I got you buddy.”

I walked over to the corner of my room and placed the rim chair on the floor next to the bed.

“Is that the rim chair? It looks like a toilet seat.”

“Yeah. You sit right here and I place my head there and give you the moustache ride you’ve been craving. I’m gonna make your eyes spin to the back of your head.”

“I’ve never really had a top rim me like that.”

“Well, now you will. By the time I’m done with you you’re always gonna want your hole eaten out. You’ll see.”

I scratched my chest and stroked my stashe.

“Let’s see your ass, Miles. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.”

I watched Miles kick off his shoes and unsnap his shorts. When he pulled them off and left them on the floor his ass was still covered, but the way his white Jockeys clung to it was truly incredible. Truly a perfectly shaped peach.

Miles slipped his fingers into the waistband to pull them off, but I stopped him.

“No man. I wanna do that. Leave that for me. How about you take off your shirt instead.”

His arms were jacked, but I wanted to see the rest of him.

I nearly creamed my pants his chest was beautiful. Smooth, creamy white, and nicely sculpted. He had that farmers tan from wearing tank tops all the time.

“Dude, nice. Are you a gymnast or something?”

“Nah, I’m a swimmer.”

“A swimmer? No offense but you look a bit thick for that. You’re pretty ripped. You swim on the team here?

“Yeah.”

“Do they know you’re gay?”

“Yeah, I’m out.”

“I bet those boys can’t take their eyes off of you. It’s almost unfair to them. Flaunting that ass like you do. I bet it looks amazing in a speedo.”

I couldn’t wait another second, I had to see it!

I dropped down to my knees and pulled Miles’s briefs down and helped him step out of them. There it was, two juicy smooth cakes of rounded flesh right before my eyes.

“Damn boy…this is one hell of an ass. Love the light peach fuzz right around your hole. Oh man, I’m gonna love this.”

“Thanks buddy. I’m glad you like my ass. I think it’s a bit big.”

“No man, really, it’s fucking perfect. Pop a squat on the seat and let’s get this started.”

Miles seemed a bit hesitant to take a seat in the rim chair but his seven inch cock was so hard I don’t think he had the will power to say no.

Miles sighed and sat in my rim chair. It had been quite some time since I had an ass in that seat. The wait was definitely worth it.

I positioned myself underneath the seat and my face was just centimeters from that dangling crack. I teased Miles by lightly stroking his beautiful butt with my fingers. Miles responded to my touch nicely, it was a good sign that he wasn’t flinching and seemed more relaxed.

“Mmmm Miles, I’m gonna take my time with this butt of yours. So fucking pretty. You ready, buddy?”

“Yeah man”

That was the consent I was needing to spread those globes open with each hand and I opened my mouth and took a first swipe over that hole.

“Mmmmm”, I heard Miles lightly moan.

Damn, his hole tasted just as good as it smelled, a little sweaty, a little soapy, like man.  I needed more.

After enjoying that initial foray into Miles’s crack, I went all in. I planted my face right in there and swirled my tongue all around, round and round, back and forth, my face becoming more saturated by the second. Miles was going crazy, his moans growing louder and louder, he was definitely stroking his wiener.

It was time to bring my moustache into this…to take things up a notch. I love the way my bottoms respond to the bristles of my whiskers brushing against their sensitive asses. I raised my face up just a bit higher and felt my thick hairs against Miles’s soft fuzz.

“What are you doing, oh my God?”

“Shhhh, just enjoy the ride.”

I resumed and I made a motion like I was sweeping up a floor, repeatedly moving my moustache in a downward motion.

“Ohhhhh fuck, fucking amazing!”

I knew it, they all say that. Most cum when I go ballistic, side to side.

I tried this on Miles, swiping the entire length back and forth, back and forth, right over his quivering hole. 

“Aggghhhhh fuuccckkk! You’re gonna make me shoot man!”

I went for it, I shoved my tongue deep into Miles’s hole and swirled it all around, back and forth. My face was covered own my own saliva and Miles’s butt juices. It was truly magical.

Miles lost all self-control…he squirmed in that rim seat, lifting his butt off riding my tongue, stroking harder and faster.

“Ohhhh fuuucckkk! I’m gonna fucking cuuuummm! FUCK! OHHH FUCK! Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh!”

I felt Miles’s clenching hole around my tongue. He came so hard and I am sure his load flew far. When Miles’s orgasm subsided, he slumped back down on the seat and I pulled myself out from under him. My face was a mess. I wiped it with my forearm and had a look at Miles who had this giddy distant smile on his face.

I saw remnants of his load on my floor and dripping down his hand. He looked spent.

“You ok there, Miles?”

“Ohh fuck yes. That was fucking incredible, Cole. Thank you. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. Your moustache is better than any sex toy I’ve ever played with.”

I stroked it between my fingers. It was still moist from his ass.

“Yep, I know. That’s why I have it. I love to eat ass and listen to my bottoms go nuts when I use it on them.”

“Damn, that thing is fucking hot.”

My dick was so hard and leaking. Now it was my turn.

“Miles, I gotta get my dick in you. Look at it.”

Miles looked at my cock. It was thick. It was angry. It was throbbing. It was ready to fuck.

Miles looked at it with a bit of hesitation, but I think I’d dicknotized him. He lunged forward still sitting in the rim seat and took it into his mouth. His pink lips wrapped around my meat was a pretty sight and then he used his tongue to lap up my pre, my eyes closed and my chin rose to the heavens. This cocksucker was tryna make me cum before I took his hole and as good as it was feeling, I wanted to cum in that bubble butt.

I had to push him off me.

“Miles…fuck man! You’re an amazing cocksucker but I told you I wanna fuck your ass and you agreed. You gonna wuss out on me?”

“Oh no, I uhh, I just umm really wanted to taste your cock and then I couldn’t stop sucking. Yeah, yeah, you could fuck me.”

“Good. Get on my bed, ass up, face down. I wanna see that ass. All of it.”

I helped Miles off the rim chair and he quickly situated himself on my bed as I instructed.

“Show me your ass Miles. Reach back and spread those cheeks for me. Let me see that fuck hole.”

I know I can be aggressive at times, but like I said before I know what I like and I am not afraid to demand it.

“What a good boy you are, Miles. Your hole is still wet for me, buddy. Look at that. Oh fuck, I bet it’s gonna feel so good when I slide my dick up in there.”

I pushed Miles’s hands away and replaced them with mine. I gave that ass two healthy swats with my hand before pulling those cheeks apart again and spitting right on that hole. I pushed my face in again, another good moustache ride to get Miles’s mood back where I needed him to be. Then I pushed a finger inside and it slid in like butter…easy and slow, past my knuckle. My dick was gonna be much thicker than a finger so I licked two of my fingers and made them nice and slick.

Miles began moaning again, enjoying the feeling of my thick fingers sliding in and out of his hole, stretching it round and round.

“You like that, Miles? Like my thick fingers in your asshole?”

“Mmmmm yesss”, he hissed.

“You’re gonna love my cock even more!”

I pulled my fingers out of Miles hole and it was winking involuntarily at me. I spit into the palm of my hand a couple of times and rubbed at all over my fat cock. I don’t like fake lube, spit will always be my preference.

I lined up my dick with that wanting asshole and shoved it right inside, all the way in until there was no more of my inches to put in there.

“Ohhhhh my God! Ohhhhh Fuuuuccckkk!”

Miles roared in absolute ecstasy. It did feel good for me, too.

“I told you buddy. My dick feels so good in your ass, doesn’t it?”

“Ohhhh yesss! Oh fuucck!”

I let Miles settle in for a minute before I pulled my cock all the way out and slammed it back in again. I did this several more times, each time Miles’s hole seemed to gape for me just a bit wider and when I felt no more resistance, I reached down and inserted my fingers from each hand in Miles’s mouth and yanked them apart, like a handle holding his head up while my dick banged into him pretty hard.

I made Miles into my personal fucktoy. He didn’t seem to mind, grunting and groaning, dribbling his spit down my fingers.

I’d opened up that hole good now. I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and with my right hand I slammed the back of Miles’s head into the mattress while my right hand held onto his waist and I continued pulverizing that hole with my hard as fuck iron dick.

I was getting close. Seeing Miles submit like this was making me so horned up I couldn’t hold back.

With both hands on his hips now I was deep stroking that battered hole so good. Miles was out of his mind, biting down on the edge of my pillow as I drilled him.

Miles reached under him and jerked out a second load. His hole sucked my cock in, and in maybe a dozen or so more deep dick strokes I roared like lion and all the cum pent up in my balls from the day emptied deep inside Miles’s beat up hole. My heart rate was elevated and I fell onto Miles’s back with my cock still implanted in his ass.

After a minute or so to compose myself, I rolled off of him.

“Oh damn Miles. That’s a fantastic ass. I needed that.”

“Thanks man. That was fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Miles wasn’t moving, he just laid there on my bed.

“Miles, buddy, I gotta get something to eat. I hate to do this to you but you gotta get up.”

“Ohhh ok.”

I saw some of my load trickle out that fucked open hole drip down his taint as Miles peeled himself from my bed.

I watched him put his clothes on while I laid back with my hands clasped behind my head.

Miles let himself out.  He was a good time but I didn’t want him sticking around, clinging on to me.

I need to spread my seed around, one bottom at a time.

The weekend started with a simple text from my dealer, “Hey slut, you down for a non-stop fuckfest this weekend?” My heart raced with excitement as I read the message. I was always ready to be used like a proper cumdump, and it seemed like my desires were about to be fulfilled once again. I quickly responded, “Fuck yeah, I’m all yours, daddy.”

The setup was easy. My dealer, who I’ll call Tyrone, had a friend named Jamal who had a place here in the city. It was quite big and in a perfectly seedy neighborhood near a lot of train lines, making it perfect for a weekend of uninhibited debauchery. Tyrone and Jamal had me over quite a few time before, either to service them and pickup goods, be at an amazing sex party, or be offered up as fresh meat. For this weekend my role was simple:  show up, take whatever and whoever wants to use me, and work my magic to sell more product.

The day of the party, I got dressed in my usual attire:  a tight jockstrap that barely contained my eager ass, a harness that accentuated my slutty desires, and my “cumdump” socks and converse high tops. I packed a bag with lube, poppers, and a few wild toys for those who might be into that kind of thing. As I headed to the place, I could feel my body tingling with anticipation, my ass already lubed and ready for whatever was in store for me.

When I arrived, Tyrone and his two friends, Jamal and DeShawn, were waiting for me at the door. They were all dressed in casual clothes, but their eyes spoke volumes about what they had planned for me. They were grinning ear to ear as they led me inside, where the smell of sex and sweat hung in the air like a thick fog. The apartment was already buzzing with activity; men of all shapes, sizes, and races were milling about, waiting for their turn with me.

Tyrone’s clients were a mix of everything: young, old, muscular, skinny, hairy, smooth, and everything in between. They all had one thing in common, though – they were all hungry for their favs and wanting a piece of my tight, used-up hole. Some were gentle, taking their time to savor every inch of my body, while others were rough, pounding into me like animals in heat. I didn’t know their names, and they didn’t bother to ask for mine. I was just the cumdump of the weekend, and that’s all that mattered.

The first night was a blur of cocks and cum. Men would come and go, using me in every room of the house. Some took me in groups, while others preferred a more intimate one-on-one experience. There was a daddy with a 13-inch monster who took his time stretching me out, filling me with two of his thick loads. A twink with an 8-inch cock who was surprisingly aggressive, making me scream with every thrust. There were even a few who liked to watch while I serviced others, jerking themselves off before adding their cum to the mix.

I was passed around like a toy, used in every conceivable position. By the end of the night, my ass was sore and my throat was raw, but I begged for more. I had been promised a weekend of non-stop action, and I was determined to live up to it.

The next day was even more intense. The party had grown, and so had the number of men eager to use me. There were bondage sessions, where I was tied up and left to be used by anyone who walked by. There were orgies on the balcony and roof, where my body was sandwiched between countless hard, muscular forms. There were even a few who wanted to try me out in buildings stairwell and basement. I eagerly submitted to their whims, loving every second of the pain and pleasure that they inflicted upon me.

One particularly memorable encounter was with a group of five bikers. They took turns using me in every way possible, filling every hole until I couldn’t take anymore. They were rough, demanding, and didn’t care if I was in pain. They used me until I was nothing but a quivering mess of flesh, then they moved on to the next willing participant.

As the weekend wore on, I lost count of the men who had used me. My body was a canvas of bruises, bites, and cum stains. Yet, I never once felt used or degraded. I was living my fantasy, being the whore I always knew I was deep down. The high from the T only heightened the sensations, making every touch, every thrust, every mouthful of cum feel like a heavenly reward.

When the party finally wound down on Sunday evening, I was a wreck. My body was spent, my ass was gaping, and my throat was sore from hours of deep-throating. Tyrone and his friends were pleased with their haul and the service I had provided. They slapped my ass and gave my ass and throat one last coating. When they were done, they tossed me some favs and fcash, and told me to take care of myself.

As I stumbled out of the building, ripe, leaking, and mind reeling from the weekend’s events, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had been the ultimate cumdump, serving over 70 men by Tyrone’s estimates and making him a small fortune. I had proven my worth as a prTy bottom for him yet agin and felt a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that I had brought so much pleasure to so many.

The ride home was a blur, but the memories of the weekend stayed with me (mostly). Each time I felt a twinge of pain, I was reminded of the countless cocks that had claimed me, the endless streams of cum that had filled me, and the feeling of being completely and utterly used. And as I finally got home, my body still sticky and reeking of sex, I couldn’t help but smile. I had survived another weekend as the ultimate cumdump, and I was already looking forward to the next one.

Recap: Drew’s cock stayed rock hard after our first blowjob at the gym, so we moved to the showers. The steam made everything hotter, and I washed him slow, teasing his slick skin before dropping to my knees again. I gagged and swallowed as I gave him a second round, making him come hard and breathless. He admitted no girl had ever done that for him. We joked about me being his new workout ritual until a text from Jason popped up.

I was still dripping wet, towel half-slung around my waist, when my phone buzzed: “Were you seriously sucking off my brother in the gym?”

The text lit up the screen like it was glowing. Jason. I stared at it too long. My heart did something stupid in my chest.

Behind me, Drew was still under the water, head tipped back, hands braced on the tile, letting the heat soak into his shoulders. Steam curling around him. His whole body relaxed like he hadn’t just changed the entire trajectory of my week.

I didn’t say anything. Just locked my phone, slid it under my towel, and stepped out of the steam. I grabbed my bag. Got dressed without looking at him. My throat still tasted like his cum.

Drew finally shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He looked wiped, hair dripping, abs still flexing like his body didn’t know it was over. I couldn’t look him in the eye. “You good?” he asked, rubbing at his face.

“Yeah,” I said too fast. “Thanks for the workout.”

He blinked. Then smirked.

“Anytime,” he said. Then, right before I turned, he stepped close and kissed the side of my neck.

Just a quick press of his lips. Warm. Barely a second. “Thanks for the blowjob, man. One of the best I’ve gotten.”

I didn’t breathe. I nodded. I think I mumbled something like “Sure,” but I was already moving, slipping past him into the locker room.

—

By the time I got to the parking lot, it was pitch black, everything felt quieter than it should’ve. I tossed my bag into the back seat, went around to the driver’s side and stopped.

The front tire. Slashed.

“What the f….”

“Yo,” Drew called, jogging over, t-shirt now thrown over his still-wet chest, towel around his neck. “You okay?”

I pointed.

He swore under his breath. “Dude. What the fuck.”

“I don’t know who…”

“Someone must’ve really had it out for you.”

I shook my head. “Nah. No way. It’s not that serious.”

I rubbed my face. “I can Uber home.”

“To where?” he cut in. “It’s too late for all that. You look like shit and your throat’s probably still wrecked from earlier. Just crash at mine.”

I hesitated. “I… don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Drew leaned against the car, crossed his arms. “Come on. I ain’t gonna fuck you. My dick’s all tired.”

I snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

“You think I’m joking?” he smirked. “I’m fucking tapped out. I’m gonna pass out as soon as I hit the bed. You’re the one who’s gonna be disappointed.”

“It’s not that,” I said, scratching my neck. “It’s Jason. I haven’t seen him since we broke up. Haven’t spoken. I’m not tryna…”

“Bro,” Drew said, stepping closer. His hand landed on my shoulder, firm. “Jason’s not the boss of this house. It’s just a bed. You’re not gonna sleep on the sidewalk.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Come on,” he said, already opening his car door. “You’re unlucky tonight. That’s all.”

—

His place was exactly how I remembered it.

Protein powder tubs on the kitchen counter. A half-empty shaker bottle still crusty in the sink. Cardboard takeout boxes stacked like they were part of the decor. No coasters. No framed photos. Just gym gear, old hoodies, and that same fucking couch.

The couch Jason and I used to make out on.

I didn’t mean to look at it for that long, but I guess Drew noticed. He glanced at me, then nodded toward the hallway.

“My room,” he said. “Come on.”

I followed.

Jason was nowhere in sight. Probably holed up in his own room with his headphones in or something. Or maybe he already knew I was here and was waiting. I couldn’t tell which was worse.

Drew’s door creaked open, same messy chaos I remembered…weights under the desk, laundry half-folded, a bunch of hoodies draped over a chair. A big monitor on his desk showing the live feed from the gym security cams.

He tossed his gym bag on the floor, dropped his phone on the nightstand, and peeled his shorts down without a word. No shame. Just white briefs clinging to his thighs.

He fell back onto the bed with a sigh, arms above his head, legs wide, dick half-tilted under the cotton like he didn’t care I was standing right there watching.

“You take the bed,” he muttered, not even opening his eyes. “I’m too tired for round two anyway. Don’t get your hopes up, Romeo.”

I rolled my eyes, but my face was hot.

Drew didn’t move. Didn’t say goodnight. Didn’t even turn toward me. Just lay there breathing, chest rising slow.

And me?

I stood there for a second too long, feeling like I was 18 again, sneaking around this place for a kiss on that fucking couch. Except now I was in his brother’s room. Watching his brother sleep in his underwear.

My ex was just down the hall.

I slid into bed with Drew, careful not to bump him, though he didn’t even stir. Just lay there on his back, one arm flopped across the pillow, briefs riding low on his hips.

I rolled to my left, stared at the ceiling for a while. Time passed. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes. I heard nothing except the soft hum of the fan and Drew’s steady breathing. I glanced over. He was totally out. Probably from the workout… or from the fact that I’d just sucked his soul out in the shower. A faint patch of stubble along his jaw. He looked peaceful. Maybe a little too peaceful for someone who got blown by his younger brother’s ex an hour ago.

I couldn’t sleep.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and unlocked it. The screen lit up the dark room. I turned the brightness down and opened our old thread: me and Jason’s.

The messages were still there.

So were the pictures. Us on the beach. At some music fest. Me wearing his hoodie. Him in nothing but a towel, smirking at me. I didn’t delete any of it. Maybe part of me knew this wasn’t really over. Or maybe I just liked the hurt.

I scrolled slower. Stared at the last message.

Were you seriously sucking off my brother in the gym?

The bubble sat there, threatening. Heavy. Unread.

And then it happened. Three dots popped up. My heart dropped to my stomach.

They disappeared.

Came back.

Then the message appeared from Jason.

I know you’re here. Come to my room.

My chest locked up.

Fuck.

Drew was still passed out beside me, one arm flopped above his head, mouth parted slightly. His tight white underwear had ridden up his thigh in his sleep, the curve of his ass half-visible beneath the cotton. He looked peaceful in that messed-up way only a guy does when he knows he’s the one being wanted. I didn’t let myself look too long.

Just slid out from under the covers, grabbed my phone, and tiptoed out of his room, bare chest prickling with leftover sweat and nerves. The hallway was dim, carpet cool beneath my feet. Jason’s door was cracked open. Of course it was. Like it had been waiting for me to come to my senses.

I didn’t knock. Just pushed it open and stepped inside. The door creaked softly under my palm.

I don’t know what I expected. Maybe yelling. A storm. But Jason didn’t move. He was still, leaning against the dresser, half in shadow, arms loose at his sides. The sharp line of his jaw caught a sliver of hallway light. His expression was unreadable. Not angry. Not smug. Just still.

I closed the door behind me, heartbeat thudding in my ears. .The bulge in my underwear still obvious from sleeping so close beside Drew all night.. the guilt clinging to my skin like static. My whole body buzzed, like it already knew this was a mistake.

Jason’s eyes dropped to my hips. Then climbed back up, slow. Like he could smell where I’d just been. “I always knew you were eyeing my brother,” he said. His voice was low, flat.

My throat clenched. “What?”

He stepped forward once, casual, but precise. “Even when we were together. I’d catch you looking.”

I shook my head, barely. “That’s not fair.”

Jason didn’t blink. “Was I not enough for you?”

That one hit harder than I wanted it to. I felt it in my gut. “You’re the one who dumped me,” I snapped, trying to keep my voice level. “Don’t act like I cheated. You ghosted me and broke up with me.”

He let out a scoff, but it was more bitter than smug. His feet shifted on the carpet like he was resetting his stance.

“And then what?” he said, stepping closer. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his bare chest gleamed in the faint light. “You waited, what…two weeks? Before deepthroating my brother in the gym like it was some fantasy you’d been choking down since high school?”

“Shut up.”

“You were gagging on his dick like it was the answer to a question you’d been too afraid to ask,” he said, voice sharp and even. “Was it? Did he taste how you imagined?”

I clenched my fists, jaw tight. “Jason….”

“Did you swallow?” he whispered, almost thoughtfully now. “ did he paint your throat?”

I felt the heat crawl up my neck. His words were knives, and I hated that they landed. Hated how much he still knew where to cut. He took another step, almost curious. “I saw how you looked at him. Even back then. We’d be on the couch, and your eyes would drift. You think I didn’t notice?”

“That’s not true.”

He didn’t stop. “You think I didn’t feel it?”

I backed up, until my shoulders hit the wall. His shadow moved with mine.
“I didn’t want this,” I said, voice unsteady. “I loved you.”

He tilted his head. “Loved?”

“I still..” My voice cracked. I couldn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t want him to know I still loved him.

Jason’s eyes didn’t waver. His thumb was now on my lip, rough now, a little pressure behind it. “Did these lips do all the work today?” he said quietly. “Bet he liked that. All those years you spent practicing on my cock, and now you go show off your oral skills on my brother?” He laughed, but it wasn’t funny. “That’s not fair.”

“Jason…stop.”

Instead of stopping, he reached for my hand. Took it, firm and casual, and pressed it down against his crotch. His cock was already hard beneath the fabric. Thick. Heavy.

“Look,” he said. “You still get me like this. To this day. Just showing up with that fat, jiggly ass of yours. Those luscious lips. You know exactly what you do to me. You think that ever went away?”

“Jason…” My voice was smaller now. But I didn’t pull my hand away.

He stared at me. “You don’t want this?” His fingers dipped into the waistband of his sweats, tugging them low. “Walk away.” Then, slower, rougher: “But if you stay…”

He let them fall.

His cock dropped out, half-shadowed by the dim light, thick, heavy and veiny.. Uncut. Curved. Just like I remembered. My stomach turned over. He was already leaking. Still trim like he used to be, he’d always shaved for me, because I’d once made a joke about hating hair in my mouth and he never forgot.

He caught me staring.
“Last chance,” he said, tone almost flat. “I’ll put it back if you don’t want it.”

I hesitated.

I should’ve left. I should’ve walked out and shut that door and gone back to Drew’s room and tried to sleep beside the boy whose dick had been in my throat earlier that night. The boy I didn’t love. Not the way I had loved Jason. But the boy I was insanely attracted to.

But I didn’t move.

Fuck you, I thought. Fuck you for making me feel this way. For ghosting me and then pulling me back in like you never left. I hated him. And I wanted him. Still. So fucking bad.

I looked down at his cock again. I remembered everything. The way he liked it held. The way his body jerked if I used my tongue right under the head. The way he used to moan when he grabbed my hair and pushed me down slowly, whispering, “babyyy.”

I sank to my knees without a word.

Jason didn’t smile. He just exhaled; quiet and sharp and stepped forward into the space I left open. His hand cupped the back of my head as I leaned in.

My mouth parted. I licked the underside of his shaft once, slow, just to feel the weight of it again. The taste of him. The salt. The heat. It was the same and it wasn’t. Older. Dirtier. Better.

He twitched in my mouth when I finally took him in, lips sliding over the crown, tongue curled underneath. His fingers curled hard in my hair, not guiding, just anchoring. I looked up at him, and the expression on his face, somewhere between regret and ownership, almost broke me.

My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop.

I didn’t want to.

The only sound was his breath, quick and shaky, and the soft wet slide of my mouth as I worked him deeper. My palms pressed to his hips for balance. My own dick strained in my briefs. I was leaking too, I could feel it now, sticky against the cotton.

Jason’s voice finally came, low and hoarse. “God, you’re still so fucking good at this.”

I moaned around him. Let the vibrations do the rest.

He didn’t say anything else. Just stood there. Let me do it. Let me have him again, at least like this.

And in that dark, quiet room, I let everything else disappear. Drew. Regret. Even love. All of it dissolved in the way Jason’s cock pulsed on my tongue.
We didn’t finish. Not yet. The moment hung, heavy and open, like something unfinished. Something we’d come back to.

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First Night at Kalyani

By Gaurav | MBBS 1st Year, AIIMS Kalyani

It was my college year. First year, first hostel, AIIMS Kalyani — everything was new, loud, and a little terrifying. I’m Gaurav — 5’9, a bit bulky, dusky skin, patchy beard. I’m not what you’d call “cute.” But Deepak was.

He was my roommate. Fair, 5’6, slim, beardless — soft-spoken, with those curious eyes that watched everything like he was trying to decode the world. And that night, under the dim hostel light, I think we both cracked open.

It was our first day in the hostel. Our beds were separate but pushed together. He turned to face me. I was already awake.

“You’re not sleeping either?” he whispered.

I shook my head. “Too many thoughts.”

He moved closer — cautiously — and our feet brushed with each other. When I didn’t pull away, neither did he.

He was more confident now. He came very close to me. At this point we were sharing the same pillow (mine). I could feel his warm breaths coming on my face. His eyes looked into me. Dimmed moonlight had filled the atmosphere.

“You want this?” I murmured.

He nodded, lips brushing mine. “Just… slow.”

The first kiss was soft, uncertain. The second, hungrier. My hand slid under his tee, feeling the warmth of his chest. He gasped but didn’t stop me.

Clothes came off gently. We explored each other like a quiet promise, our bodies pressing closer, skin to skin, heat building with every breath. No words — just mouths, hands, hips. It wasn’t just about desire.

I knew, I liked guys, but never did anything. The competition of NEET didn’t permit time for these. But now, I am free. I grabbed Deepak by the neck, kissing him vigorously. At this point we were in our undies. My other hand went into his briefs, searching the monster inside.

He mimicked my action and gradually entered into my underwear. After stroking a little, I went deeper, playing with is balls using one hand, putting his hairs with other.

Deep had already taking my dick out. He tried popping it. I went a little further, caressing his little hole. I rimmed my fingers around it. Waiting for him to relax. When he got used to my teasings. I poked one finger into the little hole. He started moaning. His moan was growing into a shout. To avoid this, I poured my dick in his mouth, and locked his head.

He was little hesitant at first, but soon adapted to the situation. I loosened my grip, allowing him to blow me.

I reached out for the lube tube, which I had bought today evening only. Actually I had felt, things might take an unusual turn when I had caught Deepak starting my bulge during the day.

Pours a little lube in my fingers and applied a little on his hole. Then inserted my middle finger to full length. He stopped blowing me and gasped for air.

With my finger in him, he started resisting

D : “I am too tight, I can’t do it”

Me : “Calm down, you can!! Trust me!”

D : “Please stop if it hurts 🥹🥹”

Me : “Sure, my jaan”😄

I inserted another finger and starting kissing him. My other hand was caressing his hairs. I didn’t leave any scope for him to resist. At this point, he was enjoying the act.

But 2 fingers weren’t enough. My tool is 6.5 inch with girth of 3 inches. So, I had to insert another finger. But I kissed him more passionately. His hole was ready to take my tool.

Me : “Do you want condom?”

D : “I am virgin, you can enter me without them’

Me : “I am virgin too”

D : “Then penetrate me, don’t waste time….”

I proceed to charge him up with my charger. I applied lube on my tool, positioned him in doggy. I gripped his ass and thrusted in full force”

He yelled in pain “Ahhh……😫😫”

Me : “Yeaahhhh….😩😩”

Tears filled in his eyes “I can’t take it..🥵😰”

Me : “Baby, no pain no gain..😘”

I kept my tool inside. He was trying to break free. I pinned him down by my weight and locked him using legs. I started caressing his nipples, kissed his neck.

Then, I started I slow thrust. Seeing he didn’t resist, I increased the pace. His moans were filling the room. This time his moans were sensual, erotic and joyous.

I turned him, proceeded to fuck him in missionary.

D: “fuck me harder, daddy 😩🫨👿”

Me : “Who’s your daddy”😈😁

He was mesmerized in sex, and didn’t respond.

I slapped him “who’s your daddy”

D : “Ohhhh…😫😫”

Me : “Will you let me fuck you, anything I want? 👿😈”

D : “Yess…😵‍💫😫”

Me : “Good boy”

I increased my speed. His moans grew louder. Now I started pulling my tool out and re-entering him by entire length. Tears were streaming from his eyes. Now I was close. started fucking him with increased pace. I grabbed his dick, spat on it and starting stroking me. He had already closed his eyes. Unable to bear the extreme sensation.

Me : “I am close, can’t I cum inside”

D : “Hmm mmm…”

Me : “Sure?”

D : “I want your seeds inside”

I started thrusting him with full force. I also increased the pace of stroking his cock. He came in my hands. Finally I came inside him. He could have feel my throbbing cock.

Then I feel on him, with my cock still inside him. Deepak’s semen stuck between our bellies.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” he said.I held him tighter and said “Me neither.”

The night changed everything. We were no longer friends. Next day in the morning, I confessed my feeling to him.

Me : “Gay World is full of adultery, cheating and dishonesty. I don’t want adultery, I want love! I know, I am not into girls, that’s doesn’t mean I don’t want a partner. Be mine! Forever♾️ I promise, I will take best care of you.”

Deep : “Wow!! I am speechless! I want a life partner also. I didn’t know, I will find one, like this. Yes, I want to be yours, forever!”

Me : “I you genuinely accept me, then from today no check out other. I am ready to try anything with you, but don’t ever sleep with someone else.”

Deep : “Really, 😁😂 Anything…. 😂??”

Me : “I know your intentions. 😈😂 Yes, I can bottom for you. But this should be a top secret 😤🤧”

Deep : “Okay! It’s time to take my revenge then… 👿😈 You destroyed my ass like nothing 😑”

Deepak started climbing on me. He started tickling me. I couldn’t stop laughing, in the meantime he started undressing me.

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