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Most weekends I go down to Hong Kong – I’ve got a “Fuck Buddy” there who’s also into piss play. He’s a very hot flight attendant and Asian like me. We’re not exclusive – both of us play with others and I’m also in a long term relationship back home (Australia).



My buddy is new to Watersports – I’m the only person he’s done this with. He’s told me that he’s recently talked about piss play with a lot of guys he knows locally and one guy was really interested. He and I had already arranged to meet for fun together at his apartment last Saturday – but he phoned me and asked if I was Ok with the guy he’d met coming along as well for a threesome.



I love group sex and watersports – but wasn’t that keen. I usually prefer older white guys – my buddy is an exception – but at least he’s round the same age as me. From what my buddy said – the guy he’d met was a “Boy” – only just old enough and rather “girly”. Not the sort of guy I usually go for and I was worried it would spoil our fun having a guy there with the two of us who I didn’t really fancy.



But – having only had sex with guys before – I became bi-sexual around two years ago – so thought maybe it might be worth trying. Also I know when I’d first got hooked on watersports how difficult it was finding other guys – in a few months I’ll be back in Australia and I’d like for my buddy to meet local guys in HK who like piss as well.



We’d arranged that I’d get to my buddy’s apartment before the “boy” arrived. I’ve had bad experiences with “blind dates”/internet hook-ups – did rather wonder if he’d even show up. I tried to get a better idea from my buddy what the boy was like. Seems he’d said he had no experience in watersports – was mostly a bottom but Top occasionally.



While we were waiting my buddy and I started to make out – both having trouble with busting to piss (much easier to hold it back with an erection). We took of our tops and socks – still kept our jeans on. We agreed that we’d both try to give the boy a good time – but not piss in his mouth or do anything he might find Yuk.



We were kissing and playing with each others nipples and bulges when the doorbell went. My buddy let him in – gave him a light kiss on the cheek. The boy is stunningly beautiful in a feminine sort of way – fairly long hair dyed sandy blonde – long eyelashes but also quite thick dark eyebrows – rather androgynous facial features. He’s a bit taller than both of us – was wearing lose white shorts and white singlet – quite hairy legs for an Asian guy.



It felt like a sort of sexual chemistry between the three of us – I could see his eyes scanning us both – flicking between our faces, naked chests and the very obvious erections in our jeans. I noticed him starting to get an erection in his shorts – he took his shoes off and my buddy put them by the door – introduced me and we kissed each other on the cheek.



We stood next to his kitchen area and my buddy got us all drinks – I handed round half a Viagra tablet each. The conversation was a bit awkward at first – We talked mostly about sex – what we liked doing etc. After a while I asked him if he’d ever played with piss before? He looked a bit shy – said he’d done it on his own when younger – still almost always peed in the shower.



I asked him if he used to do it in his pants? – he said that sometimes in underpants. I smiled at my buddy – and said so never in Jeans? I looked down – I relaxed just enough to be able to stop after only doing a small spurt of piss – enough to make a small dark spot. I love pissing my pants with others looking anyway – also wondered if he’d find watching me do it hot.



The boy’s eyes were fixed on my pants – the ache in my penis was building – I moaned – loving the feeling of relief and the hot piss on my skin – though stopped myself quickly to not use too much. My buddy said that I was just “showing off” – the boy obviously had no pants on under his shorts – started stroking his tent – said how it looked amazing.



My buddy and I stood either side of the boy – licking and kissing his ears and neck. Then taking it in turns to also lightly kiss his lips. My buddy helped him take his top off – we started playing with his nipples as well and stroking his skin. A few times he moaned softly and closed his eyes. He’s got beautiful smooth pale skin – while my buddy kissed him I licked his armpit – caressing his back and teasing his nipple.



My penis was aching and quite uncomfortable in my jeans – while I was licking his nipple I undid my pants and took them off. I took over kissing him open mouthed and rubbed my penis against his side while my buddy took off his jeans. The boy reached down and fondled my balls then felt my penis. I heard my buddy moan so I guess the boy was doing the same with his other hand.



We took turns kissing the boy – we sort of synchronised both stoking the inside of the boys legs. We moved further up inside the lose legs of his shorts touching his balls with the tips of our fingers.



I stood back and my buddy joined me – I loved the hungry way the boy was looking at both our naked bodies then reached out and stroked our erections. He hurriedly pulled down his shorts – his penis sprung almost straight up. He’s uncut – pubic hair completely shaved – a bit smaller penis than my buddy and I – but bigger, darker balls than either of us. I could tell he liked being admired – he stroked his penis and grinned at us.



He has a really perfect body – very smooth above his legs but quite masculine and more hairy lower down – very erotic contrast to his rather feminine face. He turned around to show us his very sexy smooth bubble butt.



I’d forgotten any worry that I might not fancy him – I reached out and stroked his ass – I felt a really strong urge to touch him and taste him with my mouth – felt my balls grow tighter. Facing us again he said how hot we both looked – my buddy fondled the boy’s balls saying how big they were while I stroked both their penises.



My buddy and I moved back either side of him – both of using one hand to stroke his ass and the other to stroke his balls and penis or play with his nipple. All three of us took turns kissing – either my buddy or I kissing the boy or leaning across in front of him to kiss each other.



I pulled back the boys foreskin – he sighed – his penis head was wet with pre-cum and I moved round more to his front and held my penis against his. My buddy joined in so all three of us were rubbing our penises against each other. I felt both of their balls – the boys now felt harder and pulled up more. He groaned and moved his legs wider apart and started to slowly masturbate my penis while I played with my buddy’s.



My buddy moaned and moved my hand away – then he said to lets have another drink. While we stood drinking I loved looking at both of them – their bodies really aroused – hard nipples and penises twitching. My balls were aching and my penis throbbing with lust and bursting to piss. The boy told us about a gay Asian piss website he’d paid to join – I told him I’d occasionally masturbated looking at the non members part of this. The boy told us that he usually mostly only looked at porn sites at college – didn’t have much privacy at home and shared a bedroom with his brother.



The boy said he thought about the watersports porn he’d seen most times he masturbated – in the morning and evening he usually did it in the shower pissing on himself after. He also loved doing it in the toilets at college because he liked the smell. I joked that doing it so often he wouldn’t have much cream left for today. He smiled – said he’d not cum for four days – he looked down. I noticed the thin silver thread of pre-cum hanging from the tip of his penis then saw that I’d also grown my own thread while we’d been standing talking.



The boy groaned stroked his penis – said he didn’t think he could hold on much longer could we go to play in the bathroom? My buddy said we liked playing in bed – I told the boy how I’d got the waterproof cover as a present for my buddy. My buddy led the way through to his small bedroom (but with a king sized bed and big mirror). We lay down either side of the boy – swapping around – one of us kissing him while the other licked his nipple both of us using one hand to stoke his body or his balls and penis.



I lay on my back and asked the boy to get on top of me – he knelt with his legs either side of me – with our penises side by side squashed between our bodies. I said that any time he wanted to pee to just do it. He was moving his body slightly- massaging our penises as he kissed me really passionately. I felt my buddy getting above my legs – the boy moaned into my mouth – I felt hot piss running from the boys balls onto mine – guessed my biddy had sprayed his ass – lovely hot wet feeling.



I raised my ass a bit and felt my buddy place his penis between the boys balls and mine – my buddy groaned and his piss spurted up between mine and the boy’s bodies. The boy moved more – our penises rubbing against our slippery wet skin – he raised his head and sighed – allowing me to see my buddy rimming him in the mirror.



The boy closed his eyes – I felt his body tense – he tried again a few times – the look of concentration on his face was really cute. Then smiled at me – said he just couldn’t go. I said I was too near and couldn’t piss either. I loved watching the look on his face as my buddy pleasured his ass. My buddy said who’d like to 69 with him. I said I’d rim him if he got on top of the boy.



The boy smiled – climbed off me and lay down – my buddy got on top of him and they started sucking each others penises. I kneeled behind my buddy smiled down at the boy lookup up at me – then licked the back of my buddy’s balls. Used my hands to spread his ass cheeks – flicked my tongue on the insides of his crack – gradually switched to flicking his hole. I wet his anus with my mouth – then blew on it – did this several times then also pushing my tongue in.



My buddy said he needed to be fucked – he raised his ass taking his penis out of the boy’s mouth while I put a condom on. The boy said he wanted his lolly back – I told him that being fucked made my buddy piss. The boy said he’d love piss in his mouth – my buddy asked if he was sure – the boy grabbed his penis and raised his head to reach it with his mouth. My buddy lowered his ass as I lubed his hole – putting my finger inside him.



I guided my penis to the right spot then pushed it all the way inside him – he groaned the boy put his hands up and grabbed my buddies ass cheeks. I did a few thrusts – saw in the mirror the boy moving his head fast sucking my buddy – some piss running from his mouth down his cheek. My buddy gasped said he was cumming – his ass muscles started pumping – squeezing my penis – I tried to think of something to stop myself cumming as well.



I eased my penis slowly out of my buddy’s body then he climbed off the boy. The boy’s face was flushed with excitement – breathing heavily – his chin and cheeks wet with piss. He said in English could he by my cum-slut – I took of my condom – leaned over him from one side facing the mirror. I told him just to use the tip of his tongue and to not swallow – keep my load in his mouth.



It felt so amazing as he licked the tip of my penis – I saw my buddy watching us – still hard – masturbating his piss soaked penis fast. Almost immediately I yelled out my body shaking as my semen started spurting into the boy’s mouth, As soon as my orgasm finished I moved to kneel over the boy from the side and kissed him – loving the taste and feel of my semen in his mouth. My buddy got beside me – using one hand to masturbate my penis and the other on himself.



I groaned – the amazing feeling of struggling to stop myself urinating – stopped kissing the boy. Breathless the boy asked if he could be my piss-slut as well. As I moved to get back over him I lost control – just managed to point my penis so my piss sprayed his chest not in his eyes. My thin jet of urine was still going as I put my penis in his mouth – his tongue working on my penis helped me to stop my stream.



The boy started to gasp – so I knelt back – started masturbating myself. My buddy was keeling between his legs – reached for his penis but the boy used his hand to stop him.



I saw the boys balls were just a bulge pulled right inside him as my buddy aimed his penis and started spraying them with piss.



No one was touching the buys penis as he started to orgasm – more like the way girls do – he was moaning and yelling his hips thrusting – then his penis spurting his creamy cum up his body. My buddy and I grinned at each other as we masturbated ourselves.



My buddy started sucking the boys penis – after a while using his hand on it as well while I licked his semen from the boys body. The boy took over playing with his own penis – we grinned at each other as we masturbated ourselves. My buddy said something about the boy’s balls deciding to come back and stroked them. The boy said it was the most incredible feeling he’d ever had – now he really needed to piss.



My buddy put his mouth round the boy’s penis – the boy’s body tensed – but nothing happened. He tried a few more times – I said not to worry he would – just missed the moment. My buddy put a condom and lube on the boy and kneeled up over him facing him – holding the boy’s penis to guide it inside. I warned the boy to close his eyes – my buddy’s stream of piss landed on the boy’s face and body as he let the boy’s penis go all the way into his ass fast.



The boy told me to sit on his face – I squatted over him – leaning forward using one arm to support myself as well. My buddy stopped moving up and down to kiss me and we masturbated each others penises. The boy was thrusting up and down into my buddy while also licking and tonguing my ass. I looked in the mirror and said to the boy that he looked too sweet and innocent to be doing this. He giggled – I said his hot breath felt good on my ass hole – in between using his tongue he started blowing as well.



It was getting a bit uncomfortable so I asked the boy if I could have a turn being fucked by him. My buddy and I got off the boy and I got on all fours – side on to the mirror – my buddy handed the boy a fresh condom and put lube on my ass. The boy kneeled behind me sliding into my body easily and started thrusting. I smiled at him in the mirror and said it felt really good – I put my hand between my legs to collect some lube from my ass to put on my penis – then asked him to play with it.



The boy stopped thrusting – he moved mine and his legs further apart as my buddy kneeled behind him. The boy moaned – some of my buddy’s piss splashed my legs then I felt his lovely hot wet spray on the back of my balls between the boys legs. My buddy kneeled back to put a condom on, lubed the boy’s ass and entered him. My buddy and I stayed still as the boy was thrusting to fuck me and himself – I really loved watching us in the mirror. The boy stopped – I saw my buddy putting his penis back inside him again.



The boy carried on masturbating me at the same time now thrusting quite fast. We were watching ourselves in the mirror – the boy grinned – saying to us that we were making him do all the hard work. I felt very near to cumming – used my hand to stop the boy playing with my penis. The boy was still pounding my ass – now I felt the strong urge to piss. I concentrated on trying to stop it – squeezing the boys penis.



The boy moaned saying he was cumming – he looked beautiful as he lifted his head and closed his eyes. The boy grinned at us in the mirror and we started untangling our bodies – I could see his semen in the boy’s condom. I said to him to see if he could piss – he strained – doing a small amount of piss in his condom which turned milky. He said it felt really good – my buddy started rubbing the head of the boys penis through his condom – using his piss and cum inside it as lube.



The boy asked who wanted to kiss his ass and my buddy volunteered – I said I’d suck the boy and lay down for him to climb on top of me. I took his condom off him – managed to get some of his piss and cum in my mouth. I was sucking the boy and using my hand – he sucked my penis as my buddy pounded his ass. I let go a small spurt of piss in his mouth which he let run back over my body.



My buddy said to break for a drink and we went through to the kitchen area. We stood facing each other with drinks in one hand and playing with our own penises with the other. The boy asked how we started doing piss play. We took it in turns to tell him how we met (he picked me up on a flight he was working on). I liked the way that as I was telling the boy some of the things we’d done he played with his penis faster.



I told them about a couple of piss play sessions I’d had – we were all masturbating fast – I got near to cumming and stopped. I asked the boy if he liked edging – we were all breathing heavily. He moaned let go of his penis saying he quite often did it on his own when he showered in the evening and he had more time. Also sometimes he’d cum then piss on himself then be able to cum again. I told the boy he looked too innocent to have such sexy balls as I fondled them. He stroked both our erections and said we looked too innocent as well to have such nice penises.



The boy asked us if we’d done double penetration – I said I’d tried receiving but found it too uncomfortable. He said could we do it to him – we said we’d try and went back to the bedroom. I put on a condom while the boy lubed his ass – I laid down and the boy got on top of me – I slid inside him easily. The boy started kissing me – we both moaned as I felt my buddy’s hot piss on my balls and shaft – then felt him putting more lube on the boy’s hole and around my shaft.



The boy lifted his head and we both watched in the mirror as my budy got into position – one leg raised. He held his penis head and my shaft together – I felt it being squashed – the boy gasped. I felt my buddy’s penis hard against mine as the boy started pissing between us on my stomach. The boy was groaning – I asked him how it felt – he said very stretched but good. The boy raised himself up on his arms and told me to masturbate him – my buddy rolled back the boy’s foreskin and put some lube on his penis.



I couldn’t move much – a pool of piss had collected around my ass. I used one hand rubbing the boys slippery penis head and the other on his nipples. My buddy moved slowly – I felt the head of his penis sliding against mine inside the boy’s body. I felt myself about to orgasm and asked the boy if it still felt good. He said great – I grunted and thrusted my hips while I was ejaculating. My buddy kept on going but I felt myself getting less hard also desperate to piss.



I kept masturbating the boy now using his foreskin – used my other hand to hold onto the base of my condom – felt it might slip off – I moved further down and slipped out of the boy’s anus. I took off my condom – moved my penis so it was pointing against the back of the boy’s balls and not in my buddy’s way. I smiled at the boy – masturbating him fast – as I relaxed – loving the relief as my piss spurted onto the back of his balls and of it running hot over my skin – down round my balls. Some of my piss sprayed out round his balls onto my chest. The boy moaned – shot one good spurt of his semen hitting my chin then a few more that just oozed out of his penis.



My buddy stopped fucking the boy and eased out of him – took of his condom and masturbated himself. The boy stood up and turned round squatting down over my face and told my buddy to cum in his mouth. My penis was half soft – but I loved pleasuring the boys cute ass – and showing him how good I am at rimming. I felt the mattresses move as my buddy stood astride me – I couldn’t see but I guessed the boy was sucking him – I just concentrated on the boy’s ass. The wet bed was quite cool – but the room was warm and it didn’t feel uncomfortable

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The air plane comes to a screeching halt on the runway of the infamous LAX airport. 22 year old Brett gets off excited to have gotten to LA safe and now ready to begin his next step on beginning his summer internship at the little known indie record company he will be working at.



After a quick visit to the baggage claim carousel, Brett walks with haste to the exit where he finds a couple girls holding a huge sign with the name Brett all over it. One is a small blonde who looks like she has never worked for anything in her life. decorated with earring, bracelets, necklace, and more. The other a bit large, not fat, brunette. She was the type to be friends with the cheerleaders but was never actually a cheerleader.



“Hey you ladies here for Brett Carlson?”



“Your here!!!” squeals the brunette



“And cute” the blonde responds.



Brett blushes a bit embarrassed. “Are you guys with the record company?” he asks curiously awaiting to meet his bosses and those he will be working with this summer.



“No were your roommates slash the other interns.” the Blonde informs him. “The record company gives us a place to live were gonna head there first.” The brunette pipes in.



“Great they’re already getting all buddy buddy.” he says to himself. “Ok great I can’t wait!” He says.



“lets go” the girls chime together.



They walk out of the airport and are greeted to a limo outside. Brett is in awe. The girls turn around and see his reaction, “we were the same way” the brunette informs him. “I can’t imagine why.” Brett says.



Brett can’t keep his eyes inside the limo as they drive across Los Angeles to the living quarters the record label has rented for the three interns. “So I know you know who I am but what are your names?” he asks to end his curiosity.



“Well I am Becca” the blonde responds, “And I am Charlotte” says the brunette. “It’s great to finally meet you guys” Brett tells the girls. “So you have a girlfriend?” Becca asks wanting to know if her new roommate is game or not. Brett argues in his head about how he wants to handle this situation.



Brett has never left his home town. Everyone knows him and his entire life story there. He has never been asked the question since he was in junior high. It was back then when he realized he was not like everyone else and he was in fact gay.



His first time was when he went to his brothers homecoming game freshman year of high school. He was sitting next to this boy the two were flirting. Little did he know this boy was from the other school and a senior in high school watching his boyfriend playing. By halftime the two went to the parking lot and were doing each other in the back seat of the boys car.



“I am gay actually, but still very single” he says with a smile hoping this doesn’t backfire and he makes enemies before he makes friends. The girls look at each other in shock. “You so don’t look the part” is all Charlotte can say.



Brett has heard that many times before when he and some of his high school friends would go out to have drinks at the bar or going out to clubs. Brett was at a descent hight around 5′ 8″, he was skinny but toned weighing in at 140 lb.. His hair a short black mop of hair sitting on top of his head. He was proud of his body below the waist for a caucasian male being 7 inches thick like he was fully erect he has satisfied many men over the years.



The gang is turning off of Sunset Boulevard and then hitting Santa Monica Boulevard heading towards the beach. Brett again can’t help but look out his window at the gorgeous people and the incredible sight or the place he will now be calling home.



As they get nearer and nearer to the beach he says to his new roommates “No, no don’t you dare tell me we are living here right off the beach!!!” he says with much excitement. Becca and Charlotte giggle at his excitement. The limo driver drops them off at the front of their building and new home together.



They thank the driver and get out. He makes sure to give them his number and the schedule for when he will come over to pick them up in the mornings and for pick ups at the label.



They go upstairs and Brett grabs his luggage out of the trunk to bring up to his new living space. They jump into the elevator, Charlotte takes out a special key and turns it in a special slot that will allow access to the penthouse, and pushes the highest numbered button. As they ride up and the number of floors gets high Brett gets more excited and the build up of anticipation gets bigger and bigger. The elevator stops and the doors open on the top floor. The doors open and they are living on an entire floor. Brett gets out and drops his jaw.



“This looks like a place built by MTV for The Real World!!!!” he says in much excitement. He walks through the place taking it all in. He walks through the kitchen with all stainless steal appliances, granite top counters, and a fridge full of their favorite foods and drinks. “We have only lived here for a couple days” informing Charlotte as she sits at the counter. Becca comes over as well “we wanted to do a full shopping with you too so when your ready let us know” “Yeah, for sure” replies Brett.



He walks into the room with a sign on it hand made non the less by the girls. He opens the door and sees an empty bed with sheets and a blanket. He runs up and jumps on it. it lifts him up a few feet in the air. He gets up off the bed and looks out the window to the beach and finds something he enjoys.



Shirtless men all over the place at the beach, something Brett has a big interest in. There are guys in the water surfing, a groups of guys over there, some more in the other direction, and even more just walking along on the side walk and below on the city street. His cock begins to twitch a bit in his pants.



He moves over to his bed as he undresses and wiggles back till he leans against the wall behind his bed resting on some pillows supporting his lower back. Clothes shedding as he gets comfy on his new bed. He breaks it in the best way he knows how, masturbating. He spits in his hand as he wraps his fingers and hand around his thick 7 inches of man hood god endowed him with. starting slowly he moves his hand up and down his cock, massaging his balls with his other free hand. He begins to let out little moans and picks up his pace increasing his breathing making it more intense. He picks up some more speed and grinds his ass against the bed, wishing it was another man below him. His free hand finds it’s way to his ass and teases his hole. He inserts a finger then two a third finds it’s way in and he holds back his climax to make the ending to his first LA blast of cum is as intense as possible. When he can’t hold it in anymore he flinches as a blast of his own cum sprays his face. There are a couple more ropes of the warm man juice coming out of the slit in the head of the young twinks cock but they are less intense and they land on his chest he rubs it in then realizes he needs to hit the shower before heading out with the girls.



“I will be out in a moment!!!!” Brett yells out. “Gonna hit the shower real quick!!”



“What have you been doing in there?” Becca inquires



“Oh nothing, just unpacking a bit!” he covers quickly. They don’t need to know he is a masturbator nor does he need them wondering about some of the things that goes through his head.



He let the warm water flow over his bare body now. It was nice and relaxing to him. Since his parents evicted him from their home. heart, and life all together he has lived on the streets and with a couple boyfriends. he contributes that to the reason of break up. He didn’t get descent showers like this for a long time. He spent the time in a gym locker room to wash himself off in after sneaking in a workout, not like he wouldn’t have smelled any worse then he did when he walked in.



He snapped out of his day dream of how much his life had sucked up until now. When he heard a knock on the door “Hey you get sucked down the drain?” asked Becca’s familiar sounding voice. He giggled at her joke. “Be out in a second hold your horses.” Brett retorts.



He dries himself off as he exits the bathroom. When he becomes fully dressed he exits his room completely and heads out on the town with his new friends.



On their way to the supermarket a few blocks away the trio gets a mixture of stares from all people of gender, shape, size. As each guy and girl they make up stories about and rate them. It’s their way of bonding with each other. A few guys walk by and Brett can’t help but check them out and he and the girls try to determine his sexuality.



“So you have never been with a female before?” Charlotte asks. “I have it just wasn’t a thrill for me like it is with other men” Brett says answering her question. “I am sorry it’s just i am trying to figure out this whole definition” she states to make sure Brett doesn’t think she is homophobic, or some kind of a gay basher. She comes from a town where gay’s are not very common (or that she knows of). She has never met one as not obviously gay as Brett is.



“You probably kiss great” Becca adds into the conversation, “I have been at parties where some female friends have made out with gay men and enjoyed it more then with their own boyfriends.” “It’s usually because, and this is based on the ones I have men in my time, have felt safer with a gay man because they know they aren’t into them and they wont hurt them like straight men do.” The girls look at each other. Becca can understand this logic “makes sense” is all she reply’s with.



They reach the market and each grabs a carriage. “Let’s meet here in about half an hour” Charlotte decides. “deal!” the other two say looking at their watches. They then break heading in their own directions.



Brett is walking through the veggies when he bumps into an other carriage. “oh sorry” is all he says. He looks up and sees another young man holding it. the guy is about mid to late 20′s and slightly taller then Brett. He stands before him with hair colored yellow and a smile that is melting Brett’s heart as he reply’s to Brett’s apology with a “it’s ok”.



Brett finds himself in a bit of a trance when it’s broken by the handsome man that has caught Brett’s attention. “Hello?” he says waving his hand front of Brett.



“Oh I am sorry, wow I am full of them to you right now” he is all he can finally respond with as he flirts with his strange bump. “I was just saying hi I am Scott” “Brett” he responds holding out his hand. Scott grabs his. Brett can’t help but notice how soft his hands are.



“You live around here?” asks Scott. “Yes and no” Brett declares. “Yes and no?” Scott inquires about his new friends answer. “Well I just moved in today for an internship with a record company here in LA.” “Well you come to the right place for that” reply’s Scott. “What about you?” Brett asks returning the question to his new crush. “Yes and no” Scott flirts back. “I am returning home I lived here for a number of years in the past and just came back after ending a relationship.”



Brett can sympathize with this when he followed his at the time boyfriend to college and then got dumped with no place to go or live right before the summer. He was lucky he got this internship and place to live. “I understand I been through that too.”



“Well maybe if you come back soon we can chat about it again.” Scott says “Well who says it has to be here and not grabbing a cup of coffee or tea, maybe a meal prior to it. You look like the type of guy who looks good with a table and candle between us.” Brett flirts back. “I would like that” Scott says. He sees a plastic bag for the produce and pulls out a marker and writes numbers on it “call me” he says and bats his eyes causing Brett to melt and forget what to do now. Scott just laughs and drops it in his carriage.



Becca comes over after Scotts departure “who was that?” The petite blonde inquires. Brett snaps out of his trance dreaming of Scotts dreamy hazel eyes. “My first LA hook-up” they laugh and finish shopping.



They meet at their meeting point and walk back home. They played their game from the walk over again only this time Brett hadn’t contributed nearly as much as the walk over. His mind was on the handsome man from the produce aisle. upon arrival to the apartment, Brett puts his groceries away and heads to his room to finish unpacking. He puts the bag baring the numbers used to get in contact with Scott on it.



Brett paces back and forth and looks back at it numerous times deciding if he will call it or not. He sits down on it and smudges the numbers a bit. “Shit!!!!” he yells. The girls run in. “is everything alright?” Charlotte asks “No!!!!” Brett says upset. Becca knows whats bothering her roommate. “Your new heart throb’s number get smudged” “yeah!!!!” says Brett annoyed and aggravated. “Just call the number by what it looks like one is bound to work” Becca suggests. “Ok thanks I will give it a shot.”



The girls leave and he picks up the bag and his phone he dials the number the way it appears. “your number……” is all Brett has to listen too before he knows what it’s trying to tell him. He dials it with a few numbers changed. “your number……” is the response again. He tries a few more combinations. He reaches a hotel, 3 law offices, a restaurant, and a couple more “your number……” as recited by a recording of a phone operator.



Brett had nearly given up when he tried one more set of digits and then the phone rings. He can hear the ringtone going on in the phone. His heart beat quickens. With each passing second and each ring he hears through the phones speaker he prays to speak to the man who has nearly made him fall in love with him in the middle of the produce aisle in the market.



He hears a click. “You have reached Scott….” is all he can remember hearing of the machine picking up as he melted hearing the voice he had longed to hear. He snaps out of his trance when through the speaker he hears “Hello……anyone there?” It was the sounds Brett longed to hear. “Hey Scott?”



“Yes, who is this” Scott inquires. “Hey it’s Brett from the market this afternoon.” “Oh hey Brett.” Scott says remembering the voice and meeting earlier that day. “You call fast” Scott says. “Oh yeah you know I didn’t want to keep you waiting” Brett thinks up fast covering for the mistake he made. “You up for that coffee we talked about?” he asks.



The moment of silence seemed like an eternity for Brett awaiting to hear if the man he has been dreaming of for the past few hours wants to go on a date so soon. when he thinks about it like that he hits himself. Brett starts playing out all situations in his imagination. He can’t believe he just asked this guy out. “Yeah sure” Scott says agreeing to go on this date. It takes a moment for it to completely register in Brett’s head. “Starbucks by the market?” Brett Asks “can’t wait see you in about hour-hour and a half sound good?” Brett’s hear skips a beat “yeah can’t wait”. And he hears Scott hang up with a click from the other end of the call.



Brett does a small happy dance in his room then he remembers he’s about to go on a date. He quickly goes through everything he packed for his time here till he finds the perfect out fit. He walks out of his room looking fine as he sees Becca and Charlotte sitting around eating, watching TV, and surfing the net.



Charlotte whistles on his exiting his cave for his exciting night. “Whats the occasion?” she asks. “He has a date” Becca chimes in. “That was fast Charlotte says shocked. “What a gay man can’t find love…..” he receives stares from both girls for his statement of love and he’s on his first date with this guy. “ok so maybe not love but a man can’t find attraction with someone fast like that?” he questions the two and their thoughts on his date tonight.



“Well you look hoTTT” Becca states emphasizing her “t” at the end. “I wish you luck” she adds to her complement prior. “Ditto” Charlotte responds. “Thanks lady’s” he says and walks out the door.



Brett walks to the market again. only problem is he gets lost along the way. As he wonder through the city by himself he looks around for something familiar. He then looks at his watch. He’s only minuets away from being late. He asks a few strangers along the way and they help him. He walks around a bit more and at his watch 5 minuets late now. He starts running.



Scott gets to Starbucks a couple minuets early and looks around, no Brett. He waits a couple more minuets, still no Brett. He wants his coffee anyways so he waits in line and keeps an eye on the door way. He orders and buys him self a coffee on his own. When he gets his drink still no one he decides it’s best to call it quits on waiting.



Brett finally get’s there now he’s 10 minuets late. He see’s Scott leaving. “Scott!!!” Brett yells with what little strength he has left from running over here. He runs over to the man he has waited to see again out of breath. “I am so sorry” he says breathing heavily. “got lost along the way” Scott can’t help but chuckle a bit. He finds this little twink the cutest guy he has ever seen. “whats so funny?” Brett asks a little offended. “Your absolutely adorable” he says with a smile like when they first met. Brett now find a little humor in this and laughs too. “Want to just walk with me on the beach?” Scott suggests. Brett nods and sits “let’s get you a water first” Scott says Brett pulls out his wallet “No it’s my treat” says Scott walking away so he would have the last word.



Brett mesmerized by the ass of the sweetest guy he has ever met, he watches Scott leave him to get his water. “my hero” he thinks to himself.



Brett now rehydrated, the two men find themselves strolling along the beach at the edge of the water, around sunset holding hands sharing stories, laughs, and experiences. “I have had fun this evening” Brett says “Me too” is all Scott finds to reply with. “You ever go skinny dipping?” Scott asks out of the blue.



Knowing where this is going Brett blushes, “No, have you?” He returns the question. “No but I want to” Scott says as he tears his shirt off Brett looks around “is this a nude beach?” he asks a little scared never doing this before. “I don’t know I am interested in finding out though.” Scott says. His shorts land in the sand before he runs into the water. Brett got a look at the ass he desires to get more of tonight or in the future and it’s all he needs as encouragement to join in.



Soon Brett was butt naked on the beach thinking to himself, “I am going to regret this” before running in. He dives in the water when it becomes deep enough. He comes back up to find no one is around him.



Brett panics looking around to seeing no one. “Scott!” he yells. turning to face a different direction now “Scott!!” he yells again. He turns around “Miss me” is all he hears from a familiar voice before seeing a wall of water come crashing against his face.



Scott laughs at his little joke “laugh it up you tricked the most gullible guy in LA” “Thats why it was so easy to pull on you?” Scott flirts with Brett. Brett feels a hand unfamiliar to his own on his semi hard cock. It pulls his close to Scott. There are two hands placed on his lower back. He feels two cock now. both semi hard and growing as they press against his stomach. Scotts yellow locks are slightly blocking his eyes. Brett reaches up and slides them away. The Brown eyes Brett was melting in earlier are coming towards him. He has never been more nervous then in this moment(s) leading up to when he felt two lips pressing with his. It was a moment before registrations of this kiss really happening kicked in. When it did Brett did what he did best and kissed back, and into the kiss he was receiving he ground in his own passion and love. The kiss broke and the two laid back into the water and floated around. “Want to come back to my place?” The two men stared at each other and knew the answer was yes. They got out and cloaked their nakedness and ushered a cab.

*****– Damien.



Bending over the counter I suddenly felt his body behind me, so much heat radiated off of him. God he was sexy. Looking over my shoulder I flashed him a shy grin and wiggled my tush a little in his direction. His eyes moved from my ass to my face, his 6’5 frame towering over me as he smiled. Staring into a face I’ve never seen before my eyes widen in shock. His devilishly handsome face was alight with humor. Moving so his hips were against me I felt the push of his hard cock through his pants. “Do you feel that babe?” He said, his tone low and growly. “That’s all for you”



“Damien!”



Sighing I turned my head at the shrill voice to come face to face with my twin sister, Joanna. Blinking to clear my head of the day dream I was having I stared at her pacing self. She is tall and beautiful. Even though we shared the same womb, her hair was the same glossy brown mine was and her eyes, the same bright green. Sometimes I swear we aren’t related. She is head cheerleader in our tiny little school. Popular, with lots of friends. Bubbly and outspoken. Everything I am not.



“Are you even listening to me?” She stopped in front of me, hands on her hips, glaring.



“Uh.. No sorry sis, I guess I kinda zoned out there”



“Well damn it Damien if you aren’t going to listen how am I ever going to figure out a way to hook up with Keith. He is so hot and I just have to have him.”



He smiled and shook his head at his sister. The girl always got who and what she wanted.



“I haven’t seen him yet so I can’t help you judge him on your “hotness meter”, but sis. If you want him go get him. Flip your hair and flash him that grin and I’m sure he will puddle at your feet like all the rest.”



“All the rest ay? You make me sound like a slut.”



He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her. “You know what I meant Jo.”



She gave him a sweet smile. The genuine smile she rarely showed the rest of the world. Behind her snotty façade there really was a heart of gold.



“Well then little bro I do believe you will be coming with me to Marquee’s. Keith’s band is playing there tonight and you have to come see how yummy he is.”



He sighed and looked down at his shirt, plucking at the hem. “Sis you know I hate going out with you and your friends. They always ignore me and if they aren’t, they are calling me their “token gay boy”, and asking me if they can borrow my lip gloss.”



She sighed.



“Oh Damien don’t be such a drama queen. You know they are only messing with you.”



She sat down on the couch next to him and gave him her best pouty face. “Pweeeease bub, pretty pretty pweeeease?”



He smiled and hugged her, knowing this was so going to be a bad idea.



*****



Freshly showered Damien stood in front of the floor length mirror looking at his body. Turning slightly in the mirror he looked at his pale smooth skin. Completely hairless except for the tufts of hair under his arms and around the base of his penis, he wished he was hotter. His stomach was flat with a little bit of definition in them from swimming and running away from bullies at school. At 5’7 he was just barely taller than some of the girls in his class. His 140lbs frame was bullied relentlessly but the girls always called him cute but as Jo’s best friend Kayla put so bluntly “His package leaves much to be desired.”



He blushed thinking of the time Kayla walked in on him changing. Looking between his legs he grabbed his penis and gave it a slight stroke. Yeah it wasn’t the biggest but he was a grower not a shower and Kayla bursting in on him did nothing to make it stir.



His mind wandered back to his day dream and the stud of a guy in it. He wondered how he knew him. He had never seen his face before. His cock started to harden in his hand and he gave it another short stroke. Before he knew it he was standing tall and proud in the middle of his bedroom when his sister walked in, without knocking. Again!



She stopped in the door way and just stared before bursting into a fit of giggles and plopping down on his bed next to the clothes she had laid out for him to wear.



“I came to see what was taking so long.” She said still chuckling. “Well now that I have solved that mystery get your ass dressed. We are going to be late.”



Blushing a bright red he turn away from her, mortified and quickly put on the silky pink boxer briefs Jo had got him for their 18th birthday last month.



“God Jo, learn to knock will ya?” His face still a bright red he wiggled into the black too tight skinny jeans she had picked out for him and the fitted dark green v neck cotton tee that showed off his trimmed little tummy and made his green eyes stand out.



“Well maybe you shouldn’t stand in front of your door with your dick in your hand bub.” He thought if she smiled any wider her teeth would crack.



“Whatever Jo, let’s just go so I can get this other with and come home and curl up with a good book.”



As they walked down the stairs she nudged him with her shoulder and grinned. “Well at least now I know my bro is packing a little something something. I guess Kayla was mistaken; you have got to be at least 6.5 or 7 inches. Not the 3 she said she saw.”



He groaned “Oh god seriously Jo. We are so not having this conversation.”



The car ride to pick up Jo’s friends was pretty quiet until we got to Kayla’s house where they were all waiting. Three girls piled into the back seat and the other two went in Kayla’s car. Sinking down in his seat he stared out the window, trying to drown out the noise of pointless girly gossip and all the talk about this Keith guy being the best thing since sliced bread.



*****



Marquee’s was already packed. Moving through the crowd was like swimming in a sea of bodies. Following the girls they picked a table by the edge of the stage with a reserved sign on it. Leaning down Joanna whispered in his ear “I got it special so that we could have a good view of his sexiness. I would love to walk into school on Monday with him around my arm.” She licked her lips and shook her head as if she was clearing the image of him on her out of her head. He laughed at her and ordered a coke from the waitress who floated by.



He watched as the stage was set up and opening band started up. Doing covers of My Chemical Romance. After his third coke and all the giddy talk about Keith’s band coming up next he politely excused himself to the rest room. Hurrying to get away from the smell of stale piss and beer he dried his hands on his pants and walked out the door of the bathroom running smack into a wall of a man. Looking at his feet he mumbled his apologies to the man and tried to move out of the way. The man didn’t move aside though. Looking up to see his face Damien gasped. The mysterious man from his day dream and wow he was gorgeous. The man reached out with a hand palming his cheek and brushing the hair out of his eyes with his thumb, causing Damien to blush a deep crimson and his whole body to shudder.



“Easy there.” He heard him saying. Standing there they stared deep into each other’s eyes. The man drew in a deep breath and smirked, dropping his hand and finally moving aside to let him past. Damien muttered another apology as he ran back to the table, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing and pants tented. “Did this gorgeous guy really just touch me, stare into my eyes.. I might be hallucinating.” His inner monolog was interrupted by Joanna nudging his shoulder.



“What’s wrong bub?” He flashed a smile and shook his head. “Good because Keith’s band is coming on. Man I want me some of that!” She pointed non to subtly at the guy walking out on the stage to the front mic. Damien lifted his head to find Keith; Joanna’s Keith was the hunk from the bathroom…the guy from his dreams. His mouth gaped open as he just stared at him. Leaning down to whisper in his ear Jo smiled “Isn’t he just edible Damien?” Keith smirked as if he could hear what she said. Locking eyes with him he winked and Damien blushed. Jo was beside him fanning herself whispering to her friends. Oh my god he totally just winked at me.



***** – Keith



Still shaken by his encounter with the guy outside the bathrooms Keith walked out on stage to see the little guy sitting at a table right in front of the stage. He heard the girl next to him whispering about how hot he was but he was more interested in the little guy…Damien is what she called him. He smiled and winked at him as the band started to play their first cover song of the night.



Every chance he got he would look in Damien’s direction and see him blush and look down. Oh such a shy little one he was…and his smell.. oh god the boy smelled divine. Something about his sent did something to him. He knew he had to have him. Not just once but forever. He was going to be his.



After their first set was over he walked to the back, sweating and panting hard. Flagging down a waitress he told her to take another of whatever the boy was drinking to his table. She smiled that giddy little smile all the girls seemed to have around him and did as he asked. He couldn’t get the little guy out of his head. He had to go see him



He wasn’t sure what came over him but he took his shirt off as he walked across the stage, baring his chest and stomach, covered in dark hair.



The stage lights showing off my 8 pack that was nicely chiseled thanks to lifting weights every day with my brothers and I was so honed in on him that I could hear his pulse spike so I know he liked what he saw. Just imagining the bulge in his pants from the intensity of smell of his arousal I groaned inside.



Hopping down off the stage in front of his table I flashed him what I hoped was my best smile.



“Hey there, how’s it going?”



***** – Damien



I knew this night was going to be crazy and watching Keith sing up on stage, I was already falling for him. This stranger I didn’t know. With his dark brown hair, striking silver eyes and the body of a god.



Interrupting his sister’s rant on the things she would do to Keith a waitress walked up and placed a fresh icy Cola in front of me. I looked at her and she smiled.



“It’s on the house sweetie. Enjoy.”



“Uh thanks.” I smiled and she flittered away to another table.



Jo didn’t miss a step. “Oh my god bro, looks like you have a secret admirer.” I blushed “I doubt it’s anything like that. She probably brought it to the wrong person.”



The girls around the table suddenly went quiet and I looked up to see Keith coming across the stage. His chest bared, and his hair sweaty, brushed away from his eyes. Those penetrating silver eyes were locked on me, as if I was the only person in the world. I wiggled in my seat trying to adjust the erection that would be making an obvious tent in my too tight jeans. I whispered a silent thanks for the table in front of me as Keith hopped down off the stage and walked right up to me.



“Hey there, how’s it going?”



I blushed and smiled as best I could.



“Hey uh.. Keith. I-I’m great thanks for asking, how about you?”



I heard Joanna suck in air beside me when she realized that her Keith was at the table and talking to me.



“Uh this is my sister Jo.”



“Joanna” she corrected me, giving him her best come get me smile.



“Uh.. Yeah sorry Joanna this is Keith we um, met outside the bathrooms earlier.”



Jo stuck out her dainty hand and he gave is a quick shake never taking his eyes off of me.



I knew my face was flushed a bright red when he leaned against the table in front of me.



“Did you get the drink?”



“Uh.. yeah, yes.. Thank you.”



He smiled and I swear my breath stopped short.



“Are you doing anything after the show?”



I stood there in silence just staring until Jo cleared her throat.



“No we aren’t doing anything later. Maybe you wanna go get some coffee or something?” She gave him her best hair flip but he barely glanced at her. Palming my face again he brushed the hair from my eyes with his thumb.



“And are you going to be there?” He asked. His voice a deep, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. I nodded my head and he smiled. He leaned down so close to my face I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he nuzzled his face into my neck, inhaling deeply. I could have sworn I head him purr. “God you smell so fucking good.” He whispered in my ear and I shuddered. I head him lick his lips and hesitate as if he was going to say something else but he just stood back and smiled.



“I have to go back the next set is starting soon, but I’ll meet you here when it’s over. Wait for me okay?”



“Okay.” I nodded and blushed watching him walk away and hopping back onto the stage. The way his muscles moved made my mind run rampant in all things I would love to see him do.



Suddenly there were fingers snapping in my face and I snapped out of it to see my sister grinning like a fool.



“What?” I asked her as I tried to get one last look of him disappearing behind the stage curtains.



“Well I guess if I can’t have him then you should.” She smiled her fake smile. “That boy is so hot and he’s hot for you bub.” She frowned. “It’s such a shame he’s gay though. I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes. He’s just too fine to like guys…”



Kayla was behind her. I heard her mumble something that sounded like “Fucking faggots.”



I looked up at her, feeling shocked and hurt. “So I guess only ugly guys like me can be gay?” She started shaking her head.



“I didn’t mean it like that Damien. I just meant that it’s too bad is all.”



“Because god forbid someone actually liked me for once?”



“Well I’m sure lots of guy would like you if you actually got out of the house for once and didn’t always have your nose in books. I mean seriously D. You hide yourself in your books and comics and just invite people to make fun of you. Have more self-confidence and maybe you could actually snag this guy. Wouldn’t want you to die a lonely virgin now would we?”



I could feel the silent tears streaming down my face and she just shook her head.



“God you can be such a sensitive baby sometimes.”



I stood up and just walked away from her. I



couldn’t believe she would talk to me like that. I heard her and her friends laughing as I picked my way through the crowd to the back doors. Going outside I sat on the curb and tried to stop sniffling.



***** – Keith



Walking back stage I was grinning like a pup with his first chew toy. I was so in my head that I didn’t hear Travis calling me until he put his hand on my shoulder.



“Huh? Oh hey bro what’s up?”



Travis looked at me and then smiled. “I would know that look anywhere. That’s the look dad used to get when mom was around. You’ve found her right. Your mate?”



“I uh… ” Looking into his eyes, my best friend and my brother I knew I couldn’t lie to him. “Yeah I think I found my mate. “



“Sweet! Is she hot? Is she out in the bar? Can I meet her? I can’t wait to see the look on Kade and Vaughn’s faces when they find out our little bro has found his mate first.”



“I uh… Well I’m…I’m sure it’s going to be quite the surprise. But please, can we not tell Kade and Vaughn yet.



“Why dude?”



I sighed and slumped against the wall and looked up at the brother I was closest to. We had no secrets.



“Well…it’s just that my mate….it’s a guy Travis. It’s this kid who looks like he’s 16. I’m just not ready to deal with the stress of telling Da and the twins.”



Travis leaned against the wall looking at me with pity in his eyes.



“Kade is going to freak. I don’t think he could handle knowing that not only are you dominant to him and you’ve met your mate first…but you know how homophobic he is. I still haven’t had the balls to come out to Da and the twins…”



He sighed and looked at me with what we have always called his “heart breaker” smile. “On the plus side bro. At least you know he’s 18. Our mates don’t put out the mating scent until they are of age.”



I tried to give him a smile. Well I guess that’s one good thing.



“So dish. Is he cute?”



“Well I guess I mean… I’ve never really been attracted to guys before, but his smell… God his smell is the best thing I’ve ever scented. After smelling him once I know I could track him across oceans, Trav. It really is true what they say about knowing when you’ve met your mate. No guess work involved.”



With such sensitive hearing I heard Kade and Vaughn coming from the bathrooms before I saw them.



“Hey! Get your lazy asses up. We still have one more set to go.”



“Yeah yeah Kade we are moving. Damn can’t a guy take a break” I grinned and playfully shoved his arm as he walked past and back onto the stage.



Walking back out onto the stage my eyes went immediately to the table where Damien was sitting, but I knew before I even looked at his table that he wasn’t there. I couldn’t smell him which worried me. I could hear his sister’s friend teasing her about liking a queer. God school is going to be hell on Monday, but I was more worried about where Damien ran off to. Did I scare him away? God I hope not. Maybe he just went to the bathroom.



Suddenly I was getting nudged in the back with a guitar. Shit I missed my que.

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Disclaimer: all characters involved in sexual activities are 18+




Part 3



~Devlin~



My memory of the moment is so clear: the emotions that washed over me as I saw my own body crumpled against Jake’s bedroom door, the intensity of our embrace, the irrevocable yearning for my own body, as if my very essence sought out return to its rightful vessel. I couldn’t stop myself when I crushed my lips into his, or when I forced my tongue into his scorching mouth. It was autoerotic, yet the sway Jake held over me, even while trapped in my own body, was impossible to ignore.



I remember lifting his lithe body and writhing on top of him. There was this electricity and urgency that transcended corporeal needs, something almost spiritual about it? I felt worshipful as I explored my own body, reconciling my insecurities, unable to resist the force drawing our bodies together.



He was so eager, no doubt he sensed it too, the imperative of coupling together. He was straddling me. We had stripped out of our shirts and he reached and yanked the waistband of my sweatpants down. Jake’s impressive cock, impossibly hard and leaking pre-seminal fluids, sprung from its confines and smacked my rock-hard abs. I went for his jeans and had a hard time with the buttons from my angle. I fished out his dick, well, my own dick attached to a body I didn’t inhabit. It felt incredibly hot in my hand. I squeezed it and felt this surge of sensational, desperate need.



He shuddered in response and reached down and gripped my dick with the same intensity.



That’s when it happened.



There was this disorienting light, akin to that of a crystal prism refraction, which emanated from within my field of vision. As I looked upon Jake wearing my own face, the light intensified and was honed into this searing white flash that blotted out everything. I was robbed of all sight.



I felt my head spinning, and yet I had no idea if I was actually moving or not. Next there was this squeezing sensation, which I guess originated in my prefrontal cortex; it was quickly intensifying, so that I felt my whole consciousness compressed and concentrated into an impossibly small area. This was coupled with an increasing discomfort. It was all quite dizzying, if I remember correctly.



Suddenly my whole being lurched forward, as if I’d been scooped up by some goliath and hurled a great distance. I felt I was moving with absurdly high velocity, just hurtling towards an unknown destination, completely oblivious to my surroundings. Freed of my bodily constraints, blissful in my curious state, I felt myself slowing. Blurred flecks of images flew past me, on the periphery of my conscious or possibly imagined range of vision.



No, sure enough my vision was coming back to me: the flying flecks started sticking, coalescing at either end of my field of vision, blurrily reconnecting my sight. I blinked as light returned and the image before me cleared. I saw Jake’s face…



My vantage point had rotated 180 degrees and Jake’s face had replaced my own. I knew I had just experienced some sort of astral projection, a switch of consciousness in which I had been mercifully extracted from the foreign host body I’d inhabited for a span of just about 36 hours and deposited, safe and sound, in my own body.



I heard myself sigh, my own higher pitched sigh, and instantly felt relief inundate my system, crashing over me in waves. “Wow,” I breathed.



“You can say that again.” He blinked hard. “What the fuck was that?!” I had been staring at Jake, but he didn’t seem real to me. The whole experience was positively delusory.



“Wait…HOLY FUCK, DEVLIN! I’M ME AGAIN!” With that his whole body spazzed out on me. He threw me off of him, leapt off the bed, and started jumping and stamping around. “AAAAAAH!” He screamed, just really unleashing this guttural roar. I was taken aback, but couldn’t stop the smile that broke across my face.



“A little slow on the uptake, are we?”



“A little slow on the uptake? Devlin, SHUT THE FUCK UP!! WE’RE SWITCHED BACK!” he yelled from the other side of the room. With a few swift steps he was at the bedside where I sat. “Devlin, you adorable little nerd, how?! You know what I don’t even care how, but…” He stooped and scooped me into his arms, lifting me easily off the bed. I squirmed but managed to wrap my legs around his waist. There was this instant heat as our bare chests met again. My breathing hitched. This felt different, experiencing his impossibly muscled body from the normal vantage point of my own body. It was so much hotter for me, and I had an instant, raging hard-on.



With me in his arms he seemed to finally calm down, as if some realization set in and he was sobered entirely. I felt his hand move on my lower back, caressing me.



“Devlin, this is…this is amazing. I don’t know how…but thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” He said as he stared into my eyes.



“Jake, I didn’t really do anything…but—”



He kissed me. He just cut me off and disarmed me. His lips were on mine. His lips. That’s what really pulled me back into my body. I was kissing Jake Currant, the perpetual object of my desire. With that dizzying thought, I threw myself into the kiss. I wriggled my tongue into his mouth and tasted his sweet, minty breath. He opened to me and repositioned his hands, sliding one up to the back of my neck and gently gripping my hair at the nape. My whole body was on fire with need for just a bit more, taking what we started just one step further. My pants were still unbuttoned and I ground my hips into his upper abs, pressing my dick flush against him.



I moaned.



He broke our kiss.



I barely opened my eyes and inclined my head to look into his with my best attempt at a sultry, half-lidded look, and I saw something there reflecting back at me. I was taken aback, flabbergasted to meet this loving look glowing warmly across his visage, a smile spreading there, crinkling his eyes and sparking them with brilliant scintillation.



A knock on the door tore through the dream of bliss…



“Jake!” called a voice I’d grown rather accustomed to. “Hey buddy, you and your friend still in there getting your work done?” Jake’s father’s voice boomed through the door.



I’ll be perfectly honest: when Jake and I had flown back to our rightful bodies, I had no idea what sort of reaction to expect from him. His unbridled joy, effervescing gratitude, and tender affection were more than a surprise; they were a treat, a marvel conspiring against me, constructing this hopeless fantasy all around me.



On command, at the sound of his father’s voice, the look on Jake’s face vanished like a mask torn off and thrown away. The sound sapped color from his face, stole the light from his eyes, and left him pallid and afraid, shock and trepidation sculpted into every bronzed feature of his face.



And there I was, legs still wrapped around him, my erection dying in my unbuttoned jeans, without the slightest idea of what would come next. He loosened his grip on me. I took the cue, extricated myself from our entangling embrace, and slid down his massive frame.



He cleared his throat. “Umm…yeah, we’re just, umm…editing my essay.” His voice was too loud, stentorian and suspect.



“Alright, well can I come in and have a look?” At that I scrambled to button my jeans, fumbling with the buttons. I wondered if his concern was rooted in Jake’s reaction to switching back. His stamping and squawking must’ve been quite cacophonous. “I’m just so proud you for taking interest in your schoo—”



“Dad, actually we’re pretty busy. I don’t need any distractions, gotta get this shit done, y’ know?” Jake interrupted his father. The panic pulsing through me seemed not to touch him at all…maybe he locked the door earlier?



After a bit of a pause, Jake’s dad responded, “Alrighty then…” he said, elongating the first syllable, “al” of “alrighty.” He seemed a bit suspicious, though I posited it was Jake’s frantic tone that caused this curiosity. “You two keep up the good work then…see you at dinner…Oh! I almost forgot! Jake, will your friend be staying to eat with us?”



“No dad, he’s gonna head out soon, right after we finish this up.” Jake was terse and despite myself I felt the shock of reality slam into me. Jake didn’t want me around. He didn’t want me to meet his parents. He didn’t want them to see him associate with someone so effeminate, so obtrusively homosexual. I steeled myself for any ensuing awkwardness and contempt.



“Okay then, sounds good. Just know you’re welcome to stay and grab something to eat before heading home, Devlin!” How peculiar that Jake’s father knew my name. Jake elbowed me, prompting me to respond.



“Oh…right, thank you so much sir! I am, however, a bit pressed for time, and I do have to get back to my own studies,” I said.



Jake’s dad chuckled, “Okay then! Behave yourselves!” With that he strode away down the hall.



I let out a bit of a sigh. Jake took a step away from me and crossed his arms. This wasn’t going to go well at all. I could just sense it. The interruption, that bang on the door and Jake’s dad’s booming voice, conjured reality and sent it echoing through our idyllic and imagined asylum. The roaring cheer called forth by our victory of retransformation and return to our respective bodies now dulled and faded away like a dream, leaving this daunting, pressing echo of reality in its place. My head sunk down towards my feet, and my bangs fell in front of my face, hiding it from Jake’s stern, hardened look.



“So…ummm…” was all he managed to say.



I scuffed my feet and said, “Yeah…”



“Well I’m stoked things are back to normal…well mostly…I guess…”



“Yeah…I guess…” I was crushed here; I’d fallen. The castle I’d built upon clouds – one founded on the beautiful prospect of promise and triumph and fulfillment of long-imagined fantasies, one built out of dreams made almost real when Jake kissed me and held me with his own arms – it all came crashing down on me with the cataclysmic velocity and weight of a colossal meteor.



Hope was crushed and deflated, violently, inside me like a punctured lung.



I felt tears well up.



“So…ummmm…Devlin?” Jake said.



I felt obligated to look him in the eye one last time, and I know part of me sought to display my personal destruction, make him feel what I felt. I leveled my head again and swept my hair aside, out of my eyes. A single tear rolled down my right cheek. I looked him dead in the eyes and said, tenuously, “Yeah?”



I knew he hadn’t realized, and I knew he was too tough, too guarded, and far too unsure to feel the same. But in that moment, I swear, my pain hit him square in the chest like a bullet. This was my reality. I’d been obsessed with this man, this boy, practically in love with him from afar for an indeterminate amount of time.



His eyes widened, and the hardness of his former expression washed away. Genuine concern inched across his face in its stead.



He took a step or two forward. He put his hand on my left shoulder, and the warmth and strength it brought fired chills through me and exacerbated my emotional tumult. I wanted nothing less than for him to touch me and remind me of what was possible minutes ago, what was now just as much a delusion as ever before: that I could be with him, that he could care for me as I cared for him.



I turned my head to the right, hiding from him, and just then his other hand reached up, cupped the side of my face, and with his thumb he wiped away the tear that slowly streamed down. He held my face and tilted it back towards him.



I looked up into his blue eyes and saw compassion and regret. Then he said it.



“Dev…” it was the first time he called me by the nickname my familiars and friends use – a small voice in the back of my mind reasoned he must’ve picked up on it whilst inhabiting my body. “…You are so sweet,” he said. “But I just…”



He paused. His face was contorted strangely as he struggled.



“This just…can’t happen. I’m…I’m just not ready…this isn’t me…”



I knew exactly what he felt and meant. The impossibility of his circumstance shot even greater sorrow through me. He was floundering, ensnared by society in a way I never experienced, forced into this heteronormative, macho role. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. I thought I saw water swell beneath his eyelids.



Pity overwhelmed me and I disregarded my selfish feelings. I reached up and covered his hand with mine.



“Jake, you adorable man, you…I get it. You’re not out, you’re unsure, you’re not ready.” I was calm. I forced a smile when he opened his eyes. “To be honest, I’m just glad things are back to normal.”



He nodded.



“Obviously this isn’t meant to be,” I said. With that I took my hand off his, stepped towards him, placed my hands on his shoulders, stood tall on my toes, reached up and gently kissed him on the cheek. He looked a bit startled and blushed slightly.



“You don’t need to tear yourself up about this. Get back to your life, and I’ll get back to mine.”



He cleared his throat again. “Th-thanks for understanding, Devlin.”



I stepped back, turned around and found my shirt. “No problem,” I said while shimmying into the simple, cotton long-sleeve tee Jake had selected from my wardrobe not more than twelve hours earlier that day. Insanely eventful, my life was.



“I suppose I should be leaving, then…”



“Yeah, I guess you should…but really thanks so much, Dev,” Jake said.



I stooped to grab my book-bag and collect my other supplies. “It’s nothing…don’t mention it…not that it’s even remotely likely you’d breathe a word of this to anyone…” I sighed. Maybe that was a bit excessive, yet despite the brave face I’d donned as a mask, I couldn’t fully prevent the hurt that leaked through the façade.



I stood and turned to face him again.



“I’m sorry, Dev.” With that he hung his head.



I closed the distance between us, reached up to place my hand on his bare shoulder. I felt the resting power in him; his muscled shoulder flexed beneath my hand and a tingle shot through me. “It’s fine, Jake. It really is.”



He grabbed me suddenly. He pressed me against his naked chest, and rubbed his hands up each side of my back. The unexpected force of his hold braced me, and my dick grew rapidly in my jeans. I wrapped my arms around his middle.



The intensity that rippled between us seemed to hang there, protracting the embrace. I poured every bit of feeling I had into that hug. I clung to him.



He pushed me back after what seemed so long, and I looked up to find him staring down at me, that same affectionate gaze gracing his golden face.



“Alright. I’m going to leave now.”



I pushed myself away from him – I probably couldn’t move his massive body in the slightest, even if I tried.



I gathered my things from the floor once again and slung my bag over my shoulder. I stood, locked eyes with him one last time, and made a desperate, futile attempt to tame the vicious feelings clawing through my paper-thin defenses.



So I trudged past him to the door. I opened it and turned in the doorway. He had already turned to face me.



“Good bye, Jake.”



“Bye, Dev.”



The melodrama here seems absolutely ridiculous in hindsight, for I had just barely reached the stairs when it happened again. The light-headedness, the blurring vision and alien lights, the pressing sensation behind my forehead…



I vaguely recall presaging the danger of my precarious position at the top of the stairs before everything went black.



***************



–Jake–



So this was an actual load of horseshit. What the fuck was happening?! I go to grab this guy’s cock and I feel like I’m thrown into hyper drive or some Star Wars shit. I can’t see, I have no idea what’s happening to me. I think it’s at least a bit understandable that I’m disoriented and confused after what was apparently our switch back, but the little guy sasses me, like I’m slow or something.



Whatever. I was so fucking pumped! My own muscles never felt so powerful, so mine…



I couldn’t help freaking out, really. Tossing his tiny body in the air, locking lips with him and ravaging his mouth with my tongue. He just looked so cute! With his floppy hair and his smooth, scrawny, naked torso. The kiss was electrifying. This guy was crawling under my skin pretty quickly. I couldn’t help just staring into his eyes and losing myself in their almost unnatural green…



This all blew up in face though, of course. I knew it would. My dad knocked on the door, and that really snapped me out of it, called me back to reality. This couldn’t happen. This wasn’t the time or place.



So I put on my best macho-man face and tried to tell Devlin so, that he’d have to leave and that this wouldn’t continue after today. I had my life back and I needed to move past this as quickly as possible.



He didn’t take that well. Shit. Is he crying? I thought to myself.





That’s when my emotions kicked in. Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing, and I was as terrified as I was worried for Devlin.



So I tried to comfort him, ended up feeling super vulnerable and probably revealing a bit too much of all the emotions I was trying to conceal. Then he tried to comfort me…and it was just this big mess of feelings and…ugh, just ugh.



It was this big dramatic goodbye; he came up to me, touched my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but grab him and hold him in a bear hug. Then he picked up his stuff and was out the door. I stared after him and he looked back at me. His eyes just held this power over me; it was insane.



He turned and walked to the stairs, but then he faltered and started to sway. That’s fucking weird, I thought. I realized he was fainting or whatever, and took a few strides in his direction and called out his name, “Dev!” before it happened…again…



So there I went, blacked out and flying through space again. Ugh once was bad enough. There was this throbbing pain in my head, and I was lost to the outside world.



Then I hit something really fucking hard. My sight came back along with my other senses. Holy fucking shit. What the ever-living fuck! I felt like I’d just been full-body tackled by a 300-lb linebacker. I opened my eyes to searing pain and looked up to see my mom’s face staring down at me.



“Oh my god!” she shrieked. She quickly stooped down to worry over me. My hearing was still fading in and out, but I vaguely recall her repeating the words “Devlin,” and “sweetie.”



Finally I responded, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine mom!”



“Oh, sugar, you must’ve hit your heard pretty hard, I’m not your mother.” She chuckled, but calmed down as she checked me over and found no blood or serious injury.



Fuck me.



“Right…sorry Mrs. Currant.” I don’t know why I was so unbelievably pissed in that moment. I knew what was happening when my vision started blurring and I fell to the ground. Those signs alerted me. I expected it, yet I couldn’t seem to ignore my boiling anger. Why this again!? Why me!?!?



“I guess I just slipped.”



“Yeah, you did, clumsy bastard,” said a deep, gravely voice right behind me. Right, my voice. I felt a strong hand on my back. Devlin, the fucking thief, used my hands and my muscles to hoist me up from my crumpled position on the bottom step. I was fuming mad. I jerked away from him.



“Jacob! That is no way to speak to our guest! The poor guy probably just didn’t see where he was going!” My mother defended me. “Are you alright, Devlin, you sweet thing? Do you need any ice?”



“Nah, I think I’m fine, luckily.” I turned and looked up at Devlin standing tall in my body on the first step up. He towered over me, but I think I really did frighten him with the glare I gave him. Ooh, I swear to god I will kick his ass once I’m me again.

Jason’s new adventure



I’m Jason. I’m 19 and a freshman at college. As far as looks go, I’m a swimmer, long lean, short brown hair, brown eyes, six feet tall and good looking too. Don’t hate me, well actually hate me if you want to, I don’t fucking care. Just like the rest of my family I’m writing down how we got to where we are now. I’ve showered but my ass still hurts a little and I can still taste my mom, sister and dad in my mouth. It’s great! Yeah, my dad. So, this is how I found out there’s more fun to be had if you just keep an open mind and let things ride.



As I said, I’m on the swim team at college. I was a swimmer in High school but the experience there was different. You see, in High School the showers were individual: we had a pretty ritzy school district. Plus, since we were just a bit younger, we didn’t shave more than our legs, it was some kind of rule. Boy did I have my eyes opened on the first day of college practice!



The coach introduced everybody and, of course all of us were in tight speedos, the usual suit. I’d never had any interest in guys, period. I’m only 19 but I’ve screwed like six girls and one mom (a story for another time, friends mom, yeah it was good). But I’m no homophobe either. My parents raised me and my sister to just roll with it, not make quick judgments and, as I said, keep an open mind. I’ve butt smacked the guys on my high school team and we got in our share of wrestling matches. So back to the pool deck. The whole team was there for the first day. After introductions were made he split us up and the five freshman, including me, started training as a group. I ended up chatting up Mark, he’s five eleven or so, blonde and blue, another good looking swimmer. He came from a small town team and we compared experiences between drills.



Back in the locker room was when things got interesting. The shower here was one big room, probably twenty shower heads, no booths, no walls, just fifteen guys from 18 to 21 showering. Mark and I dropped our suits and headed into the shower. The rest of the team had been just ahead of us. When we turned the corner it was a bit of a surprise. Let me explain, when you swim at the college level, rules are different and the competition is tougher, everybody needs an edge. What you don’t need is drag, so body hair, anywhere is an issue. In High School it was just my legs and arms but as we watched, the guys on the team were shaving each other, not to be gay but simply because it was easier. Backs, legs, chest arms, everything. We stood and watched as one guy would steady his hand on his partner and the razor would glide over his skin. He’d take the razor and put it under the stream of water to clean it and go back to work, his other hand never leaving contact with his partner. They were all doing it this way. It was very casual but I felt, in a way sensual. While shaving his legs, the partner would steady his other hand on a thigh or sometimes on the inside of his leg. After he was done with a section he’s run his hand over it to make sure that nothing was missed. It was fast but thorough. Some guys, when their back and the back of their legs were being done would lean on the shower wall, arching their back out towards the shaver. Then, when it was time to do the front they would reverse and arch their hips out as they leaned against the wall. There was some conversation but it was mostly all business. Everybody was clearly very comfortable with the ritual.



What was interesting was that a few guys were sporting boners. Nobody said anything and I saw at least one guy just kinda elbow a guy’s hard cock over a little to finish shaving him. It’s not like they shaved each other’s cock and ball sack, though I noticed that they all were shaved. But they did the backs of each other’s legs, right up over their ass cheeks and all in between the legs. I’ve never had anyone shave me but if you think about it, it could be a pretty exciting experience. So I guess they just ignored that part. Plus even if someone was interested there were a bunch of guys there and I doubted many of them would be interested. I was fascinated by the size of some of the guy’s cocks. Outside of porn I’ve never seen many hard cocks so I had to admit, I was curious. Most were average, six or so inches and so, so in width. One guy had a real monster, probably nine inches and thick as my wrist, okay that’s an exaggeration but it was big. I hadn’t seen the guys with boners before so I don’t know what they started with. But I watched one guy start to get shaved and as I watched his cock began to grow. Like I said, my cock is the only one I’ve ever seen do that so it was interesting to watch. His shaving buddy just ignored his boner and shaved him. Nobody jerked off; nobody grabbed anybody else’s cock.



I looked at Mark and he raised his eyebrows. Clearly it was all new to him also. It was funny, I felt a tingle down below my cock and I was getting the signal that my cock wanted to get bigger, come out and play. That was a bit of a surprise but I think it was just due to the circumstances. I did notice that Mark’s cock, which was nothing spectacular when at rest, had gotten a little bigger and he was running colder water on his shower.



At a coffee shop afterwards we sat and I started talking about it.



“So, that was um, interesting.”



Mark smiled



“You got that right! Never saw that in my little High School, that’s for sure!”



“Yeah, me neither, but then we didn’t have to shave all of our bodies either. It looks like we are going to have to join the group shaving club if we want to pass the qualification tests. So, Mark, ya wanna be my shaving buddy?”



I nudged him a little with my arm. I noticed he got a little nervous, but he recovered quickly and smiled.



“Yeah, definitely, but I’m not sure I’m ready for the group shave, that was a bit, well, it was a bit…”



I laughed again.



“Yeah no shit. I mean half the guys had boners! And nobody said anything! You think there’s something goin on there that we don’t know about?”



Mark was nervous again but once again, recovered.



“No Jason, I think it’s just a natural reaction to all the contact. If you think about it having anybody’s hands all over you like that has got to be stimulating. Obviously more so for some of them. I personally think it’s pretty mature of them to ignore the whole thing.”



“Well, Mark if we’re going to be on the team I guess we will have to overcome our shyness. I’ll bring the supplies to the next practice.”



Mark gave a weak smile.



Sure jas, as long as you don’t get freaked if I get a woody like some of the guys.”



I smiled, not feeling uncomfortable at all.



“Nah, it’s not big thing….”



I laughed hard.



“Well at least I don’t KNOW if it’s no big thing! Guess I may find out!’



I pounded Mark’s shoulder and he laughed too. I liked this guy.



At the next practice I had gotten all the supplies and while the rest of the team showered Mark and I shaved each other. I had never touched a man the way I was touching Mark in order to shave him. My hands would hold him steady but also glide over his smooth wet skin as I scraped the limited amount of hair from his hard body. I was very surprised how sensual it really was. I’d had my hands on a few girls and loved the feel of their skin but found that, once shaved Mark’s skin was soft too. Before I was done I’d run my hands over most of his body including a quick pass over his ass cheeks to make sure I got all the hair. I found my breath coming a little faster as I progressed. When it was Mark’s turn the feelings were reversed. His hands were all over me and the razor scraped all but my most intimate skin. I couldn’t believe how stimulating it was, even though it was a guy doing it.



We both ended up with boners. I was a little freaked out but, once again nobody looked, well too much, and nobody said anything. I’ve got a good cut seven inches and thick too, so it’s not like you wouldn’t notice. Mark was even bigger; I think maybe eight, cut too. He was more nervous than me, but we managed to get it done and soon enough the boners were gone and we had made our college swimming right of passage. From here on it was only before meets when everybody touched up the shave jobs. It was the same act; it just didn’t take as long. But the whole event left me with a new impression, and stirred a curiosity.



Mark and I got to be great buds. We had a few classes together but not many. He was in a different dorm too. But we hung out a lot and trolled for girls. He was really shy and he did okay, I’m not shy at all and I have had the benefit of an older woman’s teaching so I was getting ass all over the place. I felt I was more driven to getting laid than when I was in High School and, thinking about it I wondered what got me so well, horny all the time. I was fondling the girls more. After fucking I’d just run my hands over them. They loved it and my rep around campus grew as the word of my caring caresses spread. But what I was doing, without conscious thought was comparing, I didn’t think about it then but I know now. I realize that most college guys do not self-analyze to this degree but I’m a very smart guy and my mind tends to do that. It took a while to accept the idea but once I thought it out I had to come to the conclusion that the shaving show in the swimmers shower did have an effect on me. I ignored it but when Mark shaved me, I did get hard, he did too. Plus, watching all the other guys and seeing the different size and shape of their dicks. Like I said, I’m very intelligent and curious, that’s all. I thought. Now when I shaved his lower abdomen I would sort of brush his boner aside with the side of my arm. But I was curious, what I wanted to do was touch his hard cock, just out of curiosity. I know what mine feels like and all this contact was making me wonder. But looking around the shower it appeared that it would not be a good idea. Nobody else was doing that, it was all business. Plus I wasn’t sure how Mark would react. We were buds but this might be going too far. I mean I was brought up free and easy but that doesn’t mean everybody was. And Mark still got a little nervous talking about it, though he did seem to take longer when he shaved my ass and the lower part of my abdomen, nah, I’m just imagining that. At least I thought so till one Friday night.



I had to study for and exam so I bolted out of practice without having Mark shave me. He sent me a text later inviting me over to the house he lived in to hang out and get the shaving done for the meet Saturday. Now, he had gotten a job house sitting for a couple that was spending the year traveling. Well, calling this place a house was understating things. It was a 4500 square foot mansion with a staff. All Mark had to do was make sure the place was maintained. He had a weekly conference call with the owners and that was it. I pulled up into the cobblestone parking area and jumped out of my old civic. Normally the owners probably wouldn’t let me park a piece of shit like this in front of a house like this so that made me smile.



Mark was up in one of the guest rooms where he had moved in his stuff for the year. He was at an antique desk playing world of warcraft on his laptop. I just sat in a bottomless overstuffed chair and watched him as he played. After a while he reached a stopping place and shut down. He leaned back and looked at me.



“You ducked out of practice fast today.’



“Yeah, I had a big exam and still need some book time.”



“How’d it go?”



I held my hand up waiting for the high five that came almost instantly from Mark.



“Aced it dude!”



Mark settled back in his chair.



“Cool but you missed out on the shave, we have a meet coming up.”



“Yeah, I know, not sure when we can get that done.”



Mark looked a little apprehensively and spoke softly.



“We could get the job done here.”



I don’t know why but I associated shaving exclusively with the gym showers. I smiled.



“Geez I’m a dolt. Yeah, let’s get it done.”



Mark rose and as we headed for the bathroom remarked.



“Ya know, people may get the wrong idea if they found out we took a shower together.”



I stopped and thought for a second before I answered him.



“Mark here’s what I think. One, I don’t fucking care what people chose to think. Two, it’s none of their damn business and three, I don’t plan on telling anyone, you?”



We were in the bathroom now which was about the size of our gym locker room. Okay, I exaggerate but it was close. The shower would hold eight people comfortably and I’m not making that up. It had all kinds of shower heads and granite benches; the one wall was all glass. Mark started the hot water and we casually stripped. Each of us took an end and we quickly showered the daily dirt off our bodies.



Mark shut off his shower and grabbed the shaving gear. I stood way from the one running shower head and braced my hands against the wall with my feet spread a little and my back slightly arched.



It seemed like Mark was taking his time, he was much slower and more through, running his hands over the completed section a few times. Naturally this had the usual effect and my cock was soon hard as a rock. I had to admit I was enjoying the experience. As he got to my ass Mark was even slower, caressing my butt cheeks and for the first time running a finger down my crack, to check his shaving job, I thought. I had to admit the whole thing was turning me on and I was surprised and amused by that. I thought, well whatever happens, happens. He finished my back and tapped my ass which was our usual signal to turn. I turned around presenting my rock hard dick with no shame or embarrassment. It was no big deal we both got boners when we shaved but it felt different today, we were alone.



Mark started at my neck and I immediately noticed that he was much closer to me than normal. He was so close that his hard dick would brush my leg as he shaved my neck and upper chest. I was surprised again, I liked it. Once again he took longer and inspected more thoroughly. He shaved round my nipples with agonizing slowness and it made them hard. When he was done he brushed over them and I felt a twitch in my boner. This was turning into an interesting shave. He went to my legs next and slowly worked his way up, kneeling in front of me in the steamy shower. Occasionally the top of his head would hit my cock. As he got higher he shifted to one side to do my right thigh. I could see his hands were just a little shaky. It was odd, I was feeling the same way.



All that was left was the hair around my dick. Mark stayed on his knees and looked up at me. I looked down at him kneeling at my feet. He spoke in a low voice.



“Nobodies business right?”



I was confused. I sensed we were on the verge of something here. But I was curious too. I answered, knowing, in a way, I was giving permission.



“Nobody’s business at fucking all.”



Mark looked up at me and then looked at the scrub of hair surrounding my cock, now with a drop of fluid at the end.



“May I do the rest?”



“Please.” I panted



This was going to be new ground for me. I knew I would have to return the favor for what ever happened from now on and I decided I was okay with that. This was going to be interesting.



Mark sighed with relief. He tentatively reached out and I felt another man’s hand on my dick for the first time. He held it away as he very slowly shaved the area. My head was spinning a bit. I’d never thought of doing this but right now it just seemed like fun. I felt the razor scrape as Mark’s hold on my penis varied. He actually stroked me once, I think as a test. I couldn’t help but give a moan. This was all so intense. He would shave a small piece and then lean back to rinse the razor. He did it all in very slow motion and it was obvious he was enjoying it. I was too. But he was still apprehensive, I think he was wondering how I felt. He would shift his hand around my cock to move it but I knew what he was doing was exploring how I felt. Having a hard cock in his hand excited him. I could look down and see his cock, rock hard and twitching. I made a decision.



“Mark?”



“Yeah Jason?” In a very unsteady voice.



“That feels really good.”



“The shave?”



“No bro, your hand.” Really good.”



Mark started to slowly jack my dick. I let out a very deep and genuine moan and he held me tighter as he stoked.



“Mark?”



“Yeah?”



“Nobodies business, do whatever you want, bro and I’ll return the favor. I can’t believe I’m doin this with a guy but it feels great.”



Mark was squeezing my cock as he stroked it, openly exploring how another man’s cock felt. He was done shaving me now so he had a free hand which he brought up to fondle my ball sack. I groaned again. I looked down. He was staring at the head on my cock and he would run his thumb over it when a drop of pre-cum appeared, which was often. He was stroking faster now and I was really feeling it. Mark broke his stare and looked up into my eyes.



“Nobodies business?”



I was getting really hot and my breath was deep and long.



“Nobody.”



“You’ll return the favor?”



I was beginning to get that deep feeling in my groin. The one that leads to a lot of cum.



“Oh yeah.”



Suddenly I felt hot wetness surround my cock. Looking down I watched as my boner disappeared into Mark’s mouth. He moaned deeply and took almost all of me, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock. It was all way too much.



“Mark, you’re gonna make me cum bro. Oh fuck I need to cum, please don’t stop. I’ll warn ya.”



I arched my back and thrust my hips into his sucking mouth. He clearly was loving it and was devouring my dick. But I felt the wave starting.



“Mark, I’m fucking cumming! If you don’t want it get off now!”



He gripped me harder and I felt his tongue go into overdrive on the head of my cock. I just leaned back and let it happen. I came, really fucking hard. Mark pulled me back till just the head of my cock was in his mouth and let my hard shots of cum race over his tongue. After four really satisfying cum spurts I was done. Mark sensed it and let my dick go and stood up. Now the awkward time. I looked at him.



“So, where’d that come from?”



Mark smiled, I watched as he visibly swallowed.



“Dunno, it just came over me. I’ve never done anything like that before.”



I smiled back.



“Yeah, me neither, but it was fun.”



Mark frowned a little.



“Um yeah, for me too. But right now I’m the only one in this shower that has sucked a cock and I’m a bit nervous.”



I smiled back.



“I told ya, nobodies business, right? And I told you I’d return whatever you did. So, get ready for it Mark. I hope I’m as good as you.”



With that I put my hand on his hip and kneelt down in front of him. I reached out and held a man’s cock. Hard but soft, pulsing with energy, warm. I stroked him, getting a feel for a dick that was a little bigger than mine. Mark groaned deeply.



“If you’re gonna return the favor, you better hurry. I’m not gonna last long.”



It was game time. I looked at his dick, it was really beautiful. The head was nice and big and he didn’t have too many really big veins or anything. I was loving the feel of it. I decided I really wanted him in my mouth. Holding the base of his cock I just slid it into my mouth. Mark’s knees buckled a little but he recovered.



“Oh Jason, please do not stop! I’m fucking close!”



I could feel his cock get harder when I slipped it over my tongue so I knew. I took him deep, caressing the underside with my tongue, like he did. His hands came up and cradled the back of my head, not to push but to just be there. Mark started moving back and forth and I tried to get in his rhythm. He was panting now.



“Oh fuck Jason, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, get ready!”



I was as ready as you can be when you don’t know what to expect. I didn’t have to wait long. I felt is cock twitch, I knew the signal. Suddenly a hard shot of cum hit my tongue followed by more. The first was so hard it hit the back of my mouth. I kept sucking him, feeling another two race over my lapping tongue. Mark was almost shouting as he filled my mouth with his seed. I could taste it now. Salty, earthy, I’m not sure if I’d like it without the fun of satisfying another man attached to the taste. But it was the taste of my best friend and I loved it for that. Mark stopped cumming so I gave a few final licks and let him out of my mouth. I stood up and he was still panting. Now it was really awkward time. The horniness was gone. All that was left was the reality that two friends had just had sex with another man for the first time. As his breathing got back to normal I watched Mark looking at me, looking for a clue as to what was next. I thought the whole thing over for a few seconds and seeing that he was not going to speak first made my move. I reached over and took his softening cock in my hand as I looked in his eyes. He flinched a little but when my touch was soft he relaxed.

*”Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life ’til we’re dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they’ll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That’s what they’ll say to me,
say to me, say to me,
This one’s a fighter”*




Outside the stadium Christian was waiting for his taxi to arrive to take him to his parent’s house for dinner. After that he’d would be meeting up with Westley. The rest of the team filed onto the bus to head back to the hotel where they would be spending the night. They were joking and messing around, spirits high after a good game and a great win.



“See you at practice next week Christian.” Mick called as he got on the bus. Christian waved distractedly. He’d been having some second thoughts about meeting up with Westley, but he couldn’t bring himself to bail on the little dude. And he didn’t want to either. Finally the taxi pulled up and drove him to his parents house. Unbeknownst to him, his Aunt and cousins had swung in for a visit, so he was technically without a bed. He texted Westley to meet him at Nevaeh’s diner, and then called a local hotel to get a room. Sure he could have slept on the couch, but after a game he was always sore. Plus it was a good excuse to spend the night with Westley. Westley texted back after a few minutes that he’d meet him in a half hour, he was still stuck at the hospital for a while. Christian made small talk with his family and then begged off, explaining he was meeting a friend for dinner. His parents assumed he was talking about Nevaeh, and his sister jokingly asked when he was going to marry the poor girl and put them all out of their misery. Christian got into his car feeling miserable. He knew it would be hard to come out to them, much less the rest of the world, but if he couldn’t even be out to his family, how could he even hope for a relationship at all?



Westley sat in the diner chatting with Nevaeh while waiting for Christian to show up. Nevaeh was a very colorful individual and had a bunch of great stories to share about growing up with Christian.



“So then, because he was so mad at me for not letting him ride my big wheel, I just kept doing circles around him laughing. Well, he threw his baseball mitt at me, which missed, of course, but landed in front of me. So when I hit it with my big wheel, it practically spun me out of control, sending me flying at Christian. I’ve never heard that boy scream so loud in my life.”



“It was a traumatic childhood experience. I’m terrified I’m going to be run over by a big wheel every day of my life now.” Christian said as he sat down across from Westley.



“That’s hilarious.”



“Oh, next time you’re here, when Christian isn’t, I will have to tell you about the gum incident.”



Christian groaned.



“Oh, yes I went there!” Nevaeh said walking away laughing.



“Did you order food already?”



“Yeah. I figured you’d eat what you had last time.”



“Yup. What are you getting?”



“Chicken sandwich.”



“Those are second best to the swiss melt. Still good, just not as good.” Christian paused.



“How’s dad?”



“Doing alright. It’s progressing the way this cancer usually does. So we still have a few months according to the specialist. He’ll most likely get to see me graduate.”



“When’s graduation?”



“In 3 months basically.”



“Ah.”



The men were quiet for a bit, the seriousness setting the tone.



“So, I had to get a hotel room for the night, my Aunt and cousins showed up at the parent’s house.”



“Oh…” Westley said quietly.



“So if you want to watch a movie or something…”



“Sure. I’ll let mom know I’ll probably not be back tonight.”



“Sweet.” Christian said.



Nevaeh came back with their food, which the men ate with enthusiasm. This time though, once they were finished with the food, they paid their bill and left, rather than hold up Nevaeh as she started to close down the diner. She waved from the kitchen as they excused themselves.



“Follow me?” Christian asked.



“Sure.” Westley got into his car and drove behind Christian as he weaved his way to the hotel. It turned out that Christian was staying across the street from the hotel Westley and his mom were staying at. Christian checked in while Westley called his mom and told her to not wait up for him.



Christian unlocked the door to the hotel room. Westley was at first shocked, because the room was huge, but then remembered who Christian was. It was easy to forget that Christian was famous when he acted like such a normal person. The king sized bed took up the bulk of the room, but the door to the bathroom was open, showing off a huge stall shower, Westley figured it had one of those newer waterfall showerheads. Christian set his bag down next to the bed and shook his head. His dreads bounced vigorously.



“I could use a swim.” He said nonchalantly. He walked over to the phone and grabbed the laminated sheet. “The pool is open until 12. Want to go?”



“Um. I’ll walk with you, but I’ll just hang out. I’m not big on swimming.”



“If you don’t have a suit I have an extra one.”



“I don’t know…” Westley was always afraid his scar would show when he went swimming.



“Well, why don’t you put it on, and then if you want to, you can join me. I just want to do a few laps before I crash for the night.”



“Like you didn’t get enough exercise today?” Westley laughed as Christian chucked the swimsuit at him.



“Never. I always am so pumped after a game. I hate the bus ride back, can never move around enough. And then we’re always at a hotel, so I rarely get the chance to work out right after. Makes me restless.”



“Hmm.” Westley murmured.



“What?”



“Just wondering what kind of work out you’d prefer…”



“Ha! Well, like any warmblooded guy, yeah, I wouldn’t mind a round in the sheets, but honestly, a swim and then a bit of extra curricular activities.”



Westley nodded and went into the bathroom to change. Christian chuckled at his modesty, and quickly changed while Westley hid in the bathroom.



Westley turned around after tying the strings on the waist of the swimsuit. He looked at his thighs in the mirror, but as far as he could tell the scar didn’t show under the baggy shorts. He sighed. At some point he’d have to show Christian, but Westley had a hard time telling people about the experience. It made him feel weak. Mostly it was due to the fact that he’d given up during the fight. Squaring his shoulders he stepped out of the bathroom. He wasn’t prepared for the sight he greeted of Christian wearing a similar pair of swim trunks. It was hard for Westley to not drool, even though he’d seen him shirtless before, it still left him speechless. Christian chuckled.



“I feel the same way little man. My mouth goes dry looking at your cute body.” Christian tossed him a towel and grabbed the room key. They padded down to the pool. Westley found a table at the side of the pool and sat down in one of the lounge chairs. Christian set his towel down next to him and headed for the pool. He made his way down the stairs into the pool. He dipped his head under the water and then started swimming laps in the small pool. It didn’t take long for him to reach the other side and turn around. Westley couldn’t help but stare at the prime specimen of man as his muscles rippled under the water. A family walked into the pool area after Christian had done a few laps. Westley was surprised, mostly because it was after 10pm. The adults settled into hot tub, and the two kids jumped into the pool. Christian slipped out of the pool, shook his head attempt to dry his hair a bit. He walked over to where Westley was sitting and plopped into the chair next to him.



“Now what?” Westley asked quietly.



“Eh, lets see how long they stay. Or if you want to go into the hot tub?”



“Not really. I’m not one for small talk with strangers.”



“Couldn’t tell… shy man.” Christian teased.



They sat in silence for a while watching the children play.



“Have you always been a shy kid, or just recently?” Christian asked.



“Well. I was always a quiet kid, but had a incident within the last year that has made me retract into myself even more.”



“Not something you want to talk about I guess?”



“Not really. Maybe some day.”



“Okay.”



After about a half hour the parents shooed the kids out of the pool and left. Christian resumed his swimming. Westley decided to get into the hot tub, now that Christian was busy and it was unlikely anyone else would be down to swim. Making sure his scar wasn’t visible he made his way to the hot tub. Christian joined him once he’d finished an additional 10 laps. Christian sunk into the hot tub with a groan that went straight to Westley’s cock. He squirmed a bit as Christian slid over on the ledge so he could sit next the small man.



“Enjoying yourself over here?”



“Eh, enough I guess.”



Christian sunk further into the water, so the water lapped at his chin.



“God, this feels great. I’m kinda sore after today.”



“I think I saw you get sat on during the game…”



“Yeah, some big ass lineman tripped on me, and then landed on me. I got a little squished. I also hit the quarterback at a bit of a weird angle for me- I got a bruise on my shoulder.” he lifted out of the water slightly to show it off.



“Hard to see.” Westley said, brushing his hands on Christian’s shoulder. The contrast between their skin colors became suddenly apparent to them as Westley slid his fingers across Christian’s creamy chocolate colored skin. Christian leaned closer, but the door opening to the pool room startled them.



“Hey guys, 10 minute warning- then I have to shut the place down.”



“Okay, thanks…” Christian said. He waited until the door shut again.



“Well. Let’s continue this back in the room, shall we?” He rose out of the bubbling water like a Greek god. Westley shook his head to clear the improper thoughts. He needed to get his boner under control in case they ran into anyone heading back to Christian’s room. Christian was busy drying his hair the best he could, so Westley took the opportunity to get out of the tub quickly and wrap a towel around his waist. Luckily the towel hid his semi-hard cock, and his scar. Westley wondered when he would ever stop worrying about it. Every day he had to think about what to wear, and examined it in the mirror to see how noticeable it was. It bothered him that it was such a big deal to him, but he wasn’t sure how to get past it.



“Hey… you look a bit lost there” Christian said.



“Just thinking about something.” Westley said.



“Well, obviously. Anything I can help with?”



“Not really. Why don’t we head back up if you’re ready.”



“Yup.” Christian gave him a bit of an odd look, almost confused but with a bit of pity.



Westley sighed.



“Seriously dude, the quiet brooding thing is cute, but if something I’m doing is bothering you…”



“No, it’s not you. Believe me.”



“Okay…”



They walked quietly to the elevator and then to their room. Christian held the door open for him.



“Shower?” Christian asked



“Together?” Westley asked.



“If you want. No pressure, and you can keep the shorts on if you want.”



“Um. Yeah.” He said quietly.



“Okay.” Christian walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Sure enough, it had a waterfall head. As soon as the water warmed up, Christian stepped in to rinse down his body. Westley tentatively followed. Christian stepped to the side, so Westley could stand under the waterfall. He moaned quietly.



“Damn, don’t be making noises like that…” Christian leaned in and kissed Westley hard. A little shocked, it took Westley a bit to react. He slid his hands up Christian’s muscular sides slowly. Christian trembled a bit, trying to hold back. He knew Westley was very shy, and he wasn’t sure how much experience he truly had. After a bit of making out, Christian felt his neck cramp. He lifted his head and rolled his shoulders. But instead of stopping, he picked up Westley and set him against the wall. Westley gasped.



“Um.”



“Sorry, neck was cramping. Also gives me an excuse to get closer…” He brushed his fingers up Westley’s thighs, under his suit to the junction of his buttock. Westley squirmed.



“Stop…” He whispered.



Christian felt a ridge of something, and Westley stiffened.



“What…” The next thing Christian knew, Westley was out of the shower and bathroom.



“Westley… Stop… are you okay?” Christian caught him before he reached his bag across the room.



“I’m fine.”



“Obviously not. Talk to me dude.”



“It’s not you, it’s me, okay. I’m not sure I can do this…”



“Do this? Like ‘gay stuff ‘, really?”



“NO. Not the gay stuff. I’m not one of those guys that hasn’t accepted himself yet. No this is something different and I’m not ready to tell anyone else about it yet.”



“Talk to me Westley, obviously it’s something serious. I can maybe help.”



Westley stared at him.



“Really.”



Westley turned around. Christian felt as though he’d lost this battle, but then Westley dropped his swimsuit down, just far enough to show his buttocks. Christian momentarily got distracted by his cute white butt, however during his perusal he spotted a slight blemish in the smooth skin. He reached out and brushed it gently. He felt it more than saw it, the slight pink blending into the skin.



“It’s had reduction on it. It still looks terrible.” Westley said.



“Terrible? What do you mean? I can feel the ridge, but it’s blending in.”



“I hate it.” Westley said with venom.



“Can I look at it closer?”



“I guess.” Westley said.



Christian guided him to the bed, laid down a towel and pushed Westley down on his stomach. He brushed the pink ridge gently.



“What happened?” he whispered.



Westley sighed heavily.



“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Christian said.



“Well, basically my best friend found out I was gay. He wanted me branded as an abomination for life. I’ve had a lot of reduction therapy on it. Some surgery, some laser treatments, lots of creams.” He sounded muffled. Christian looked up to see Westley’s face buried into the pillow.



“Hey… It’s bad, but you’re well on the way to getting rid of the visible scar.”



Westley scuffed.



“Seriously. I mean obviously the mental scar is worse. This isn’t something you just get over.”



“I don’t know how you would understand.”



Christian barked out a short laugh.



“Really? I mean I know we haven’t seen each other much, and really this is the first time we’ve even been partially naked in front of each other, but don’t assume anything, okay?”



“What do you mean?” Westley pulled up his shorts and rolled over. Christian rolled his shorts up. There on his thigh was 4 small raised circles.



“My biological dad did this to me when I was a young kid. It was the final straw for mom. It took a lot to trust after that. Including my mom.”



“Okay.”



“Yeah.” Christian laid down next to Westley.



“I get it. Everything you wear you make sure people can’t see it. And when someone does see it, you want to make up a story about how you got them. I don’t know, falling out of a tree, or something cooler, like being bit by a rare fish while swimming. But deep inside, you fear that people can see you’re just a sad little kid whose been abused.” He stared at the ceiling. “And then they pity you. And that’s almost worse than the scars.”



“Yeah.” Westley rolled onto his side to look at Christian.



“I’m sorry I assumed that you didn’t understand.”



“That’s okay. Like I said, you learn how to hide it. It’s there, but shoved deep down.” he rolled to face Westley.



Westley reached out and brushed some of Christian’s dreads off his face.



Christian leaned in and gently kissed Westley on the lips. Westley leaned in, caressing his hand down Christian’s side before resting on his hip. He pulled the big man closer. Christian rolled on top of Westley, lining up their hips. Slowly, he started to rotate his hips into Westley’s. The men rubbed on each other gently, building the tension in an almost lethargic manner. Christian, being quiet a bit taller than Westley had to lean down a bit to match their lips, but he continued to kiss him as he rocked his hips. Westley whimpered quietly.



“Good?”



“Little harder…” Westley said.



Christian pushed at the end of each thrust, grinding their hard cocks together. Christian groaned as each drive shot a bolt of electricity to his balls. Westley dug his nails into Christian’s back and cried out as he came. Hearing Westley cum was too much for Christian. He froze, threw his head back, trying to keep quiet as he shot his load into his swim shorts.



Westley panted into Christian’s shoulder.



Christian leaned back down, and pulled Westley into a deep kiss.



“Perfect…” He whispered as they broke apart to catch their breath. Westley was speechless.



“Let’s get out of these shorts.” Christian said, helping Westley up. They changed, Westley still acting a bit shy towards Christian, facing away from him as he put on a pair of boxers to sleep in. Christian pulled back the covers on the bed and crawled in. He held the blanket up and motioned for Westley to join him. Exhausted after the mental and physical work out, Westley snuggled into Christian’s arms, and fell asleep almost immediately. Christian spooned behind Westley, thinking he’d found someone more like him than he ever thought possible, and the fact that he would complement him so well? He wasn’t sure what to do with that information. It scared him to think about a future with or without Westley, even this early in their relationship.

I arrive at your house around 11pm. I have taken a big Viagra about an hour ago as well as a lot of amps. My cock is rock hard and I know there is no way to take off the tight steel cock-ring until after I have cum, and to do that I must first submit to you and do all the dirty things I know you like.



I put on my mask which is a simple black hood with holes for my eyes and mouth and walk to your front door. I know from our emails that you expect me to undress on the landing to your apartment which I do, removing all my clothing except for my tight thong and hood. I like feeling so nervous and scared of someone seeing what I’m doing. I place my clothing into the bag sitting in front of your door, noticing the studded dog collar in the bottom of the bag. I put the collar around my neck and see that it is very tight, restricting my breathing a bit. There is a chain leash attached to the collar that hangs to my knees.



With that, I take the clothing bag in my hand and knock lightly on your front door, bowing my head while waiting for you to answer and drag me inside. I can imagine you looking through the peephole and seeing my completely shaved, 25 year old frame, hooded and almost nude, the thong stretched to accommodate my rock hard cock. The door opens and I am roughly dragged inside. I look around and notice only a small night lite illuminating the hallway. Looking up I get quite a surprise!



Facing me, standing wearily in front of you is a young, thin boy obviously no older than 18 or 19. He has a blindfold tied tightly around his head. He also has a collar tightly affixed to his neck with a leash on it that you are holding tightly in your hand to prevent his moving more than an inch or so in any direction. As I look the teen boy over, I notice that he is completely hairless, shaved bare from the neck down and I wonder if he did it himself before he arrived tonight, or if you have done this to him yourself. He is wearing a tight cock ring and his hairless penis is totally erect and throbbing even though he is shivering from cold or fear, I’m not sure which.



As I stand there in silence, you turn the boy slowly around, giving me a full view of his entire body. I notice that you have taken your butt plug and forced it into his asshole. I can’t believe it fit. I also notice that his arms are tightly handcuffed behind his back. I’m not sure where this is going but I like it, and wonder how this happened.



I remain motionless as you turn the boy around to face me again. You roughly grab him by his neck, forcing him to his knees. I can see the devious smile across your face, and I know what is coming next.



I remember when I was 18, the first time I came to your condo after several email exchanges where I made it clear I wanted to be totally used by an older man. You had me put on the blindfold and told me that there was to be not one word spoken throughout our entire evening together. It has been the same ever since, with you using your hands to roughly position me how you want me.



Standing there watching you force the boy to his hands and knees, I begin to get more excited. As I thought, you reach into your sex bag and pull out the very large realistic dildo that you’d used on me so many times. I really want to see this and I wasn’t disappointed at all. I watch as you take one hand and pry the boy’s lips open, then put the head of the dildo just inside his mouth. The dildo must have been at least 10 inches long and as I watch you put your free hand on the boy’s forehead and roughly force his head back as far as it will go so his mouth is facing upwards and his back was arched. Slowly, you push the dildo into the boy’s open mouth, in and out, each time going a bit deeper.



I remember being really scared when you had done the same thing to me, not sure I could do what you wanted me to do. The boy was in obvious discomfort as the dildo started to touch the back of his throat. Several times he gagged, but the huge fake cock remained deeply embedded in his mouth. I knew what was ahead and couldn’t wait to hear the sounds of this teenager gagging hard as the dildo goes deeper into his throat. Just when I thought you were going to force it all the way down his throat you pull it out and rub it on his face, smearing the boy’s saliva all over his cheeks. Some of the spit was drooling out the sides of his mouth. Looking closer, I could see his lips quivering and again I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or the cold from being nude. Without warning, you shove the dildo back into his mouth and all the way down his throat. He seized up, almost convulsing as the gagging shook his entire body. With the dildo deeply embedded in the boy’s throat, you slowly look up at me.



Motioning me over, you take my hand and put it on the end of the dildo. I couldn’t be more excited as I began throat fucking this hairless, handcuffed boy with your dildo. I hold him tightly by the collar as you keep his head still and slowly force all ten inches of rubber cock down his throat, pushing hard to get past the initial resistance of his throat while watching him drool and gag roughly on the toy. After a few minutes of this, you grabbed both of us by our collars and pulled us into the bedroom. I watched as you pushed the young boy down to his knees at the foot of your bed. You take me to the bathroom and push me inside, closing the door behind me. The light is on, and I notice a printout of an email conversation. As I begin to read it I realize that it must be between you and the teen boy currently handcuffed and blindfolded in your bedroom.



The email conversation was long and very graphic. The boy had explained that he had a rape fantasy and wanted to come to your house to enact it. He wanted to pretend like he was showing up to get a tutoring lesson from a much older man. As the tutoring lesson begins, the boy would ask for a drink. You would go get him one, but crush up some knock out pills and a big Viagra and put them in the drink too. The boy would drink the whole glass at once, claiming he was thirsty. He detailed that he wanted you to let him pass out, and when he woke up, he would be naked, blindfolded, and restrained. He said he would be wearing his younger sisters tight cotton panties under his clothing. He also explained that he had just turned 18 last week and had wanted to do this for some time, but waited till he was 18 for legal reasons. He had said that he would do whatever you wanted him to do, and that although he may cry, whimper, or pull away, that you should pay no attention to that and use him however you liked.



I couldn’t believe this was really happening. The email never mentioned him being hairless, so I assume you shaved him while he was unconscious. It also never mentioned anything about a third person being involved, and I guessed that you had thought this up on your own. I was so excited I thought my cock would explode right there. With that, I turned off the bathroom light and opened the door. The tiny night light only illuminates the room a bit but as I enter I can see that you have the boy on his knees with his back to the bed and you’re forcing your cock all the way down his throat. You hold it there till he almost loses consciousness and then pull it out, using your dick to smear his saliva all over his cheeks and face. The boy has spit drooling out the sides of his mouth and onto his chest, I can see that he seems horribly uncomfortable, and probably very scared, but if that turned him on who was I to argue? I watch intently as you continue to force your dick deep down his throat, till his nose is plugged by your belly. You hold him there till his body starts to go limp, then withdraw and watch him gasp for air, never giving him quite enough time to recover.



You motion me over and lift the boy off his knees. Sitting him down on the bed, you push me to my knees between the boy’s spread legs. Holding the back of my head tightly, you push me down onto the smooth 6 inch teen cock and I immediately force the entire thing down my throat. I hold myself down on his cock as long as I can, then pull off and spit my drool all over his hairless crotch. You seem to like this and make me repeat it for a while. As I deep throat this 18 year old hairless boy, you get on the bed and straddle his face, again forcing yourself down his throat while he makes violently loud gagging noises. When he gags, I can feel it in his cock and it excites me. After 10 minutes of this the boy’s face, chest, and crotch area are covered in his and my saliva. Noticing this, you pull us both up by our collars. You then put the boy on his back on your bed with his head hanging off the edge, and have me stand facing him. The boy did his best to keep his mouth shut, but you plug his nose and when he gasps for air you stick your hands into his mouth and hold it open. I take this as my sign to fuck the teen boy’s face, quickly driving my cock as deep in as I can. The boy is thrashing around on the bed by now, unable to breathe with my cock so deep down his throat. As I mercilessly throat fuck the boy you take my head and push it forward onto the boy’s rock hard cock. With my hands on the bed for balance, I suck him as deep as I can, drooling all over his cock and hairless balls. As I suck his cock deep into my own throat I notice you standing on the side of the bed, watching with a very dirty smile on your face.



Once our forced 69 was completed, You have me sit on the bed, then put the boy on the bed as well, on his stomach with his head in my crotch and his legs and ass hanging off the side.I see that he is still handcuffed and his hands had started to turn a bit purple. As I was noticing this, you roughly pull the butt plug out of the teen boy’s ass and replace it with your cock. As you pump his ass as deep as you can, I take his head in both my hands, sticking my fingers into his mouth to hold it open and force his mouth onto my cock. I can feel the wetness of tears on the blindfold, and the drool on his cheeks. This turns me on a lot and I begin forcing his head down on my cock, all the way into his throat and keeping it there, feeling the boy involuntarily gag and feeling more tears wet the blindfold. I position myself on the bed so that whenever you thrust into his ass, it forces my cock even deeper down his throat. I love watching this blindfolded 18 year old get completely abused, he has absolutely no say in what is happening to him just like he wanted and I love thinking about it. Your thrusts become quicker and harder and I’m momentarily afraid that the boy might pass out because my cock has been continuously down his throat for the last 10 minutes. Just when it seems like the boy might go limp I feel you pump deeply into him and unleash your cum deep into his well abused asshole. As you push as deep as you can go I do the same, forcing my dick so deep into his throat that I thought it might enter his stomach.



Once you’ve finished cumming, you roughly pull out of the boy and slap him really hard on his ass. I continue to force feed the boy my cock for a few moments but you pull me away right before I can cum and flip the boy onto his back, positioning his body so his head is hanging off the bed again and his cock is just below mine. You hold the boy’s mouth open and in one thrust shove your still hard dick all the way down his throat, not thrusting, just keeping it embedded in his throat with your balls almost plugging his nose. With that, you jerk me off hard using the boy’s saliva to keep me lubed up. As I orgasm you direct the streams of hot sticky cum onto the boy’s Viagra induced erection, coating it in my juices. After I have finished cumming you remove your now semi limp cock from his mouth and force me to my hands and knees on your bed, directing my mouth to the young cock covered in my own cum. I deep throat him, feeling my cum drool out the sides of my mouth as I push his cock deep into my throat. With his cock buried deep in my neck I begin to repeatedly swallow, feeling my throat constrict around his 18 year old, hairless perfect dick. After a few minutes of this I can feel him begin to cum. I pull back as he cums and make sure to keep it all in my mouth. Once he is finished cumming, I lean over and force his mouth open with my hands. As you watch, I slowly let his cum and what is left of mine drool out of my mouth and into his. After I’ve filled his mouth with his own cum, I spit what’s left all over his face, then slap him hard on his saliva and cum soaked cheek.



You then lift me off the bed by my collar and have me look at the boy. He’s laying on his side in the fetal position although his hands are still handcuffed behind his back. I can see your cum dripping out of his now loose asshole, and I see his own cum slowly dripping out the side of his mouth. He is shivering still and seems very scared, but I assume this is just part of his fantasy. You reach over and scoop the cum dripping from his ass and the side of his cheeks and force it into his mouth, sticking your fingers deep into his throat and making him gag once again. Putting one hand over his mouth, you plug his nose and hold him there until he has to swallow. You then lead me to the bathroom where my clothing is and shut the door behind me. I dress and come out of the bathroom. The boy is still shivering on your bed, and as I walk out of the bedroom you close the door behind me. I’m at the front door about to leave and you lean up to my ear from behind and whisper “He told me in a different email that I could keep him here for the whole week because his parents have gone out of town. Tomorrow I’m having a few black guys use him but if you want to come over the day after that I’ll still have him and we can do even more. I bought some new toys, and I want to see you use them on him.”



“I’ll be there.” I replied.

The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don’t get much celebration when you are a gay twink with no close relatives, an on and off relationship, not really any friends except from the Pink Carnation Club. I got up, showered, shaved and checked myself out in the mirror. I look pretty good. I am tall and slim, with decent body shape though I don’t work out much. I keep my blond hair long and wash it often so it is soft and silky. My hips are narrow and I have a nice big uncircumcised cock dangling down in front below a nest of curly blond pubic hair. Satisfied that I was ready if I met an attractive guy, I went off to my job as a flower arranger. Eight hours later I placed the last rose in a vase and went home to make toast and ramen for my dinner. That was all that my budget covered.



I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. “Happy Birthday, Jeff,” I muttered as I popped open a Perrier. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.



I opened the door, and to my surprise Dennis was standing there. He takes good care of me, but I never know when he will show up. Tall, dignified, graying at the temples, slow and careful but precise, he is teaching me a lot about how a high class gay conducts himself. He strode into the room, saying, “Well, well, Jeffery turns 21 today. A special occasion, I believe.”



I was surprised and flattered. Apparently he had made a special trip here for my birthday. He opened his jacket and pulled an envelope from his inside pocket.. “I want to make your 21st memorable, my young friend. I don’t think sitting around moping is appropriate. So I chose to see that you experience something absolutely first rate.” He thrust the envelope into my hands.



I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words “House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street.” Quizzically, I looked at Dennis and saw a slight smile crease his face. “Just go to the address and you will receive your special present.” He opened the door and saw me to my car. As I drove off I saw him standing there smiling softly to himself.



I drove over to the address he had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.



I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.



The gorgeous tall black guy who came from behind the curtain could only be described as a hunk. He was several inches taller than I am, almost 6 feet. His black hair was tightly braided, framing a strong face with deep black eyes which pierced through me. Strong firm lips gave me a slight smile as he approached. He was wearing a cutoff muscle shirt of black silk that revealed six pack abs and arms that were muscular but not overdone. Around his waist a black silk rope held a loin cloth, also of black silk. His bare muscular legs looked strong and firm. He was a perfect warrior ready to protect the helpless — or ravish the village? All I could do was to stare at him in amazement.



This gorgeous hunk stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but he pressed one finger to my lips and shook his head. Then, in complete silence, he removed that black silk shirt. His bare chest rippled with muscles and dark maroon colored nipples poked up from it. I was tempted to just run my hands over that masculine chest and tickle those nipples. But he stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. He posed for me provocatively, rippling his muscles. I could feel my cock starting to get hard just watching this nearly naked man.



His hands dropped to the silk cord around his waist and slowly undid the knot. As he removed the cord he held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly he began to pull it up and through his legs. The top of his thighs held it gently as it made its passage over his cock. I could see its hardness as that soft silk slid over it. Curly dark pubic hair was visible on each side. The cloth fell free of his thighs and he slowly pulled it up the last few inches, over his balls and then up along the straight shaft. My cock was starting to twitch now as he put on this silent strip show for me. He posed for me in his full nudity, his bare chest and legs forming a counterpoint to the long hard rod standing erect in front of his belly. My mind was spinning in anticipation of what would come next.



Slowly he walked toward me. Once again he laid one finger on my lips. Then he brought the black silk cloth from his loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. He moved it toward my face. Then he raised it a bit more and I realized that he was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid his naked body from me. For a moment I was disappointed. He leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as he did his bare chest pressed against mine. He rubbed it slightly back and forth and I felt my nipples responding. I could smell the faint scent he was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.



Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the black silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.



Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.



The chain dropped down so I knew he was no longer holding it. He made no sound to let me know where he was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my shirt. One by one they came open, and I felt strong hands rub my chest. His fingers circled my nipples gently. Then he pushed my shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I waited for the next touch, but felt nothing. Not being able to see, I strained my ears to try to find him, but heard not the slightest sound. I could only stand there bare chested and wait. Was he enjoying the picture of me standing there with no shirt on? I felt my dick getting harder as I imagined what could come next.



Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.



The chain dropped down so I knew he was no longer holding it. He made no sound to let me know where he was. I waited in anticipation.



I felt his strong chest rubbing against mine. Then I felt his fingers trace down my stomach to my belt and the button of my jeans. Softly he opened it and pulled down the zipper. I could feel my cock trying to rise in its confines. He worked my pants over my hips, and then I felt strong hands rising up my thighs and stroking my cock through my underwear. My pants dropped to the floor and I obediently lifted each foot as he tapped it, so that he could pull off my socks and shoes and then my pants. Still no word passed between us.



Once again he moved away. I stood there in my briefs, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my dick throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the musky scent of his body in the air.



Next I felt him grasp my balls in one hand and run one finger over my cock. It was rapidly coming to full extension now, and jerked under his attentions. Then he pulled my briefs down, freeing my rod to spring out. Again I raised my feet to assist him remove my final clothing. As I stood there in full nudity, he rose up slowly, and I could feel his chest rubbing along my legs, then my thighs, softly over my crotch, pressing into my stomach and chest. He put his arms around my back and leaned his whole body into mine, his hard cock pressing into my belly. My cock throbbed against his thigh which rubbed up and down on it. Then again he stepped away and I stood in sensory deprivation.



Now I felt him take hold of both my hands from behind me. He had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. He jerked my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them.



Then he again pressed against me, his hard chest against my back and his cock sliding into the crack of my ass. One hand reached around to grab my dick. Softly we swayed for a moment that way. Then he pulled me back. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly he once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing.



For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect his position from the musky scent but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the hard almost painful erection that was standing out in front of me, jerking up and down in empty air. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as he fastened it, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.



Then I felt something softly slap the tip of my dick. It was so sudden, so unexpected, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it was gone. Then it was back, another quick slap, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, his tongue or his cock that was teasing the tip of my shaft. The slaps turned into strokes along the shaft. Then slowly I felt it going in circles, around the tip and down to the ridge and around again. I decided that it must be his hand. Softly it probed the opening in the end of my rod, tantalizing me. Up and down the shaft it ran. The amazing feeling of excitement caused by the gentle rubbing was only multiplied by not knowing exactly the source.



Soon I felt his hand encircle my cock, and the stroking up and down became more intense. Each time he reached the top he rubbed against the ridge below the head and found an exquisitely sensitive spot. Then he cupped the tip in his fingers, rolling them around to bring strong sensations into it. Up and down the shaft again he stroked. His hand rolled over the length of it, and his palm rubbed on the tip. My cock was jerking to his movements.



Then it stopped. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cock to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for his intentions. I did not know if he was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the guys had arranged for me?



Something touched my dick, so very softly. Smooth skin rubbed over it and I felt the rounded shape. My dick slipped into the crevasse between the rounded mounds, and then up on to the other one. Round and round on the smooth skin it went. Then my hard cock slipped back into the crack and I felt it clamp down and begin to move up and down. I realized that this time it was his round ass that was rubbing my crotch. I think he leaned forward and thrust his ass backward to press it hard against my dick, and then he moved it in circles until my shaft was throbbing again. In the darkness and silence everything was concentrated in the sensitive nerve endings of my cock and the felling was intensified beyond anything I had felt before. The cheeks spread wider and my cock penetrated to rub his anus. My stimulation was intense. It built and built toward the climax.



And then it was gone. Where was that fine butt? Nothing gave me an idea where he had gone. Only my rod twitching and tingling was left to me. I fought to climax and end this all, but there was nothing left to stimulate it. Slowly, slowly again it subsided. I could feel its rock hardness projecting in front of me but knew I was retreating from my orgasm once again. Time passed unmarked in my blank and soundless world as I awaited the next stage. I moved what little way I could, to the right, to the left, searching for his touch, but found nothing.



Then something slid softly across my balls, and continued up the shaft of my hard rod. It felt a bit wet. Was it his tongue teasing me? It circled the ridge at the top of my cock, and then slid back down. I knew I could feel the slight wetness now. At the base of my cock it flicked back and forth, and then swiftly licked up and down and up again. As it reached the top, and my cock strained forward to meet it, I felt his lips encircle the head. Slowly, slowly, he slid his lips down down down the shaft. My cock was deep in his throat and still he took it in. Then when it was fully inserted as deep as it could go he rolled his tongue around inside, sending waves of sensation flooding me and making me thrust my hips forward to drive it in. Again and again he took it in and let me draw it out. The sensation was overwhelming. He took me right to the point of climax, and slowly pulled his lips up the shaft to the crown. His tongue flicked around I tried to move my cock forward into his mouth, but a pull on my neck reminded me of the chain fastened to the pole, and my hands behind me reached the end of the silk cord. Still I strained forward but his mouth drew slowly off my cock until I could not reach it any more. I stood there twitching my hips in to the empty void, my cock screaming to come, but he was gone.



There was nothing I could do. I writhed my hips in agony but nothing touched my cock to give it relief. I stood there as the excitement gradually subsided, and gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, still hard but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.



My eyes could not see this dark hunk but in my mind I could. I knew I had had my cock rubbing his hard belly, probing the soft cheeks of his ass and inside his mouth as far as it could go. I knew his hard cock had rubbed against me and I could visualize it standing stiff and straight, but where? All I could was to stand there and wait his next move.



Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled, I felt his chest brush me, and his hard cock was pressed against me, throbbing on my thigh. Wondering what he was doing now, I waited for some sign. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because he had not said a word at all.



Walking in darkness, with no sound from his footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my still hard cock. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My cock was telling me that it would like to feel my hands on it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.



Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my hard on would have given way, and I still could feel it strong and erect.



I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susurration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had he come back, or had he ever left?



Two strong hands were on my chest, pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. Hands grabbed one ankle. They pulled it to the side stretching my leg that way, and it was wrapped in something soft like silk. I heard a slight snap. Then the other ankle was grabbed, wrapped and secured the same way. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what.



In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. My cock, however, surprised by the sudden push and the turn of events, was rapidly becoming flaccid. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.



For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cock. Although that organ was lying quietly, it began to become alert when the soft stream of warm oil was poured down its length, and gently over the balls.



The trickle went on over both thighs, awakening responses in my cock for what I hoped would be a nice rubbing. Soon hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my muscles and around my nipples. Then they followed the stream down over my belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my re-hardened cock each time. It seemed that rod was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands.



But now they moved down to my thighs, and massaged gently upwards. They came to my crotch, rubbing gently against my balls as they moved back and forth. Each time they rolled a little further onto my scrotum and a little further up toward the twitching shaft of my dick. It was an exquisitely teasing sensation to feel them approaching a little at a time. Closer and closer they stroked, and then softly the flat palm of one hand moved up the shaft. It neared the tip and then made little circles right on the sensitive ridge. Smooth and oily it went around and around on my cock, pressing it gently down onto my belly. I felt another hand gently cupping my balls, squeezing each time the head of my cock twitched against the palm.



Then the hands wrapped around the shaft all the way, both hands moving up and down its length but not touching the sensitive head. They began to rotate in opposite directions, still moving up and down. The top hand circled the head of my hard cock and provoked excruciatingly intense responses. It found the sensitive ridge and stroked the most responsive spot. Some boyfriends had given me what they thought were hand jobs before, but this was a masterpiece of tantalization. Suddenly the soft slow motion turned into fast long strokes. He jerked on my cock as it rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering excitement in my dick meant anything to me. Then with a final long tug everything was gone again.

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