tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65041766172244959532024-03-05T16:34:38.313-05:00Briefly Told StoriesBryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-86739851687766484052019-08-10T14:10:00.000-04:002019-08-10T14:10:40.600-04:00One Night StandHe caught my eye from across the bar, cliché I know, but that’s how these things happen. He was shirtless with a leather harness that showed off his round, muscled pecs that were covered in sweat from him dancing on the floor with his friends. I wanted to be the sweat on that bit of muscle near the nipple, no I wanted to lick the sweat from that muscle, maybe even play with it a little, tease it until I could feel it rub between my lips. One then the other, I wanted to pinch and rub them before slipping down his abs with my tongue to bite at the band of his underwear. His jean shorts were barely being held up by his narrow waist, pop the button and drop them, down on my knees I’d bury my nose against his balls and look up into his brown eyes. I wanted all those things, but I simply readjusted the hard-on in my pants then nudged my glasses up my nose before taking a long drink from my beer to let it dull my senses and comfortably settle me into reality.<br />
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Being at the bar was my reality check for the evening. It didn’t take much, just a look, and I knew the guys weren’t interested. When it’s there it’s real, it feels magnetic, but most of the time it didn’t amount to much because I lost my nerve. The guy in the leather harness was the worst of it. He was out of my league. I nearly licked the roof of my mouth just thinking about him. He had this look in his eyes, the look of a hunter, it was too much for me. And the leather harness didn’t help.<br />
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Normally I was vanilla, really vanilla, because it was all I could get. My biggest risk was giving a guy a blow job in a men’s room of a gay bar. My boyfriend of 16 months didn’t like anything kinky. He said he was an egalitarian and didn’t like to cause suffering. All these thoughts were running through my brain when I felt someone behind me, a bare arm brushed past me and a right hand was laid flat on the wood next to my drink. It was larger than my own, much larger, and muscled. I felt the warmth of his body as he stood behind me, his chest almost touched my back.<br />
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“Are you having a good time?”<br />
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My dick got hard. I could feel his breath on my ear and it smelled of mint and liquor. I began to sit up but when I rubbed into him I hunched down again.<br />
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“Yes,” the word escaped me, squeaked out, “yes,” I repeated to attempt to sound more calm and in control. I wasn’t. He leaned into me and signaled for the bartender, two beers. I almost leaned my head back onto his shoulder but stopped myself.<br />
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“Do you like my harness?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yes,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What’re you looking for?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I’m not sure what you-”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
The bartender set down two beers.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I saw you checking me out. I like your glasses.”<br />
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“Thanks,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I like a guy in glasses.”<br />
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“That’s a weird fetish,” I said before I really thought about it. There were times to be sarcastic, this wasn’t one of them. I groaned and shrunk down some more when he leaned into me to pick up his beer. He took a long drink then set it back down.<br />
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When his body left mine I found myself pressing back into him, his left hand moved to my side. He took hold of my waist. Was he feeling me up or was it just a casual, unconscious gesture? I worried about the latter. He would feel that I didn’t have any muscles and he would know why I wasn’t dancing shirtless like him.<br />
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“You’re cute,” he said. “Do you dance?”<br />
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“No,” I said. I felt this instant dread. He was losing interest. I gulped and took another drink. But he pressed into me again and I could smell him. I could smell his sweat and I loved it.<br />
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“What do you do?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I opened my mouth to speak but it went dry. This was getting awkward and I was the cause. Could I be this lucky that someone so handsome would be flirting with me? Was it luck, interest, or desperation? An answer came to my mind but I suppressed it for a moment. I really did try to think of something else to say, but then I spoke.<br />
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“Drink and fuck,” I replied.<br />
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He laughed a little, a little more than the polite laugh I expected. I felt like I was melting just from the heat of his body. If I just leaned back his sweat would rub into my shirt, then I’d be able to smell it when I jerked off later, I thought. But I felt him get comfortable behind me and I knew he was there to stay, at least for a while, until I scared him away.<br />
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“You get right to the point. So will I, listen, my friends are taking off. Should I tell them to wait for me or should I tell them I’ve met someone?”<br />
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“Well, I don’t even know your name,” I replied.<br />
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“Max,” he said.<br />
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“Nigel,” I replied.<br />
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“Is that good enough or do you want my profile?”<br />
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I choked on my next drink and he put a comforting hand on my back. He rubbed at my shoulder, strong at first but he worked into the muscle and I relaxed into his grip. I felt his hot breath on my ear again. I gripped the bottle tight, felt the drips of condensation on my skin. This was real. But was he really the guy I’d seen? I turned on my stool. I was face to face with him, with his muscles. I was breathless, my knees weak. He finished his beer and I watched a little spill out from his lips, down over his chin. When he finished he looked away to his friends and gave them a wink. They seemed to acknowledge his accomplishment. I just felt hard, really hard.<br />
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“What do you say?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What-”<br />
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“Let’s get out of here,” he said.<br />
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He took hold of my hand and I didn’t refuse. I wanted him to take hold of me and he did. He pulled me to my feet, put his arm around my shoulders. He held me against him, his sweat soaked into my t-shirt. His smell was on me now too. He led me out of the bar and to the parking lot where he opened his trunk and pulled out a shirt. I looked to him in the orange glow of the street light. He was gorgeous, broad shouldered, muscled, a strong jaw, his hair was high and tight like a soldier or cop.<br />
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“I dare you to drive without it,” I said.<br />
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He smirked as he walked to the driver’s side door. He opened it, threw his shirt into the backseat, then unlocked my door. I got inside and he sat next to me. His arm brushed against mine on the armrest. We could barely see each other in the shadows as we sat there.<br />
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“Your place or mine?” I asked.<br />
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He reached down to my thigh, his hand brushed against my dick through my jeans, moved the fabric just enough that I could feel the ejaculate that had leaked had gotten cold. I felt it on my balls. My dick slipped along the fabric of my underwear, between the opening to my jeans. He rubbed at it.<br />
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“Who said we have to go anywhere?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“It’s just that I took the bus-”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“So what?”<br />
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He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper until my dick was out, right there in his car, my dick was out. He leaned into me. He kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. He took hold of my dick, wrapped his fingers around it and I had inches to spare. My left hand went to his back, touched that spot between his muscles. My right hand went to his shoulder, to his neck, my fingers stretched up into the hair at the back of his scalp.<br />
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“I love nerdy guys with big dicks,” he said between kisses.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Who said I’m a nerd,” I replied back.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“You’re so cute when you’re insecure.”<br />
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“Shut up and suck my dick,” I said.<br />
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And he did. He went down on me. I felt my lubricated dick between his lips and into that warm and wet hole. He took all of me slowly and deliberately until I felt I was about to lose myself. He sucked until he gagged on it, then he slurped it up before he pulled away to kiss me on the lips. He pulled at my shirt but I stopped him.<br />
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“Come on,” he said.<br />
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“The shirt stays,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Don’t be such a prude.”<br />
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“No.”<br />
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He looked me in the eyes.<br />
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“Suck it,” I said before I pulled him back down. He took it back into his mouth. He sucked and jerked me until I had no choice, I felt it in my feet which balled up as my body began to spasm. I bucked and stuck my hips into the air. It felt as if my dick was being torn from me. I emptied myself into his mouth, my dick lurched back and forth against his lips. He sat up, showed me the cum in his mouth, then he moved to kiss me but I stopped him.<br />
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“Is it over?”<br />
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He kissed me and I could taste myself, warm and tingly it slipped down my throat as his tongue explored my mouth. I felt at his body, felt over his muscles. He pushed me away a little. He knew just how much I liked his muscles. He knew and he liked it. He held my face in his hands.<br />
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“It’s just beginning,” he said.<br />
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“How far does this go?” I asked.<br />
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“As far as you want,” he said, “I’ve got all night.”<br />
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“Okay,” I said.<br />
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He kissed me again before he turned away and started the car. I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up. He was just as aggressive driving as he had been with me, but not dangerous, just fast and determined. You have to be that kind of driver in the city, I thought, no one has time for your uncertainty. Know what you want and where you’re going at all times, that’s the great illusion of the city, that your need gives you reason. I took the bus and still considered myself a small town guy.<br />
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A half hour later we were back at his place. He parked, then retrieved his shirt from the backseat, “I have neighbors,” he said before he put it on. I nodded, got out of the car, and we walked into the building, up the stairs and to his apartment. It was drab with dirt stained into the places where people didn’t clean. Only the carpet looked like it had ever been vacuumed.<br />
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The building was quiet, a little old but I knew how expensive apartments could be in the city. I had roommates. He opened the door and ushered me inside to his loft. I barely got to look around when he took hold of me and pressed me against the back of the door. He was taller than me. My hands went to the hem of his shirt, under it up to his harness. I finally got to pinch his nipple and he groaned with enjoyment. He was aggressive and he wanted me, maybe he was even using me, but it felt so good. There was no more stress. I had everything I needed right there.<br />
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“I want you to fuck me,” he said.<br />
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“What-”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Don’t think about it, just strip down.”<br />
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“You first,” I replied.<br />
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He took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his jeans and just like a porn star he was ready. He stood before me in his socks with a hard dick. Finally pulled off his socks, his hard dick bounced with each foot. I stripped as I stood there, my shirt, my shoes and socks, my jeans, and my underwear. I stood there completely naked in an otherwise stranger’s apartment ready and willing. He was completely in control of the situation. He wanted me and I wanted him, but more than anything he wanted me to fuck him. He moved to me, kissed me and I kissed him back.<br />
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Then he pulled me with him to the bed. He went down on his knees, turned and pulled me into him onto the bed. At first I lay there against him stunned by the sensation. His skin against mine, of all things my toes felt cold and bare so far from my body, but then I felt it, my dick rubbed up between his thighs to his taint then slid into his balls. I could feel them sway. He wanted it. So I pushed myself up over him, positioned myself as I took hold of that leather harness.<br />
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“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said, “fuck me hard.”<br />
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“What about condoms?”<br />
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“Just pull out,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“And lube?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Just use spit. Eat out my ass. Come on dude.”<br />
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“Wait, pause,” I said as I pushed myself away. I stood up and made a small cross with my hands as he looked over his shoulder.<br />
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“Come on man,” he said.<br />
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“Nope,” I replied.<br />
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He put his head down. Had I just blown it? Was it over? I shifted on my feet, my dick bounced a little. There I stood buck naked and covered in sweat. But I wasn’t eating ass.<br />
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“I’m not going to be able to do that,” I said.<br />
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“There’s lubricant in the drawer next to my bed. And some poppers. I’ll need the poppers.”<br />
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Had I ruined the moment? It felt awkward. But I walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He remained in position with his head down. Was he thinking this over? I felt like I needed to do something to return the passion to the situation. Until then it had all been him, but I felt like it was my fault. I found a condom too and the poppers. He looked over to me as if bored so I gave him the poppers and he took a hit. I was desperate for something to say, so it just kind of came to me.<br />
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“On your back slut,” I said, “get your legs in the air. I want to see your face when you take this big dick. I’m going to pound you so hard.”<br />
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He looked to me as I rolled the condom down to the base, then I squirted lube on it and began to rub. He got this eager smile on his face before he did as I said. He got on his back, held up his legs. His knees parted. We looked each other in the eyes as I made my way to him. I grabbed his ankles, pushed him up to his shoulders as I slowly touched my dick to his hole. I entered him easily at first, then I felt that ring of muscle resist a little before it opened to me and I was in him.<br />
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Deep and warm, I felt as if every nerve traced back to the tip of my dick. He took a bump, seemed to lose control of his legs so I pushed them into place until I was buried all of the way. He grabbed my nipples and pinched them. I pulled out a little, then went right back into him. I could feel his body grip me, pull me. I felt as if I would spill out right then, as if my flesh and his had melted together so I pulled out and thrust back into him. He squealed and it brought a smile to my face. His hands went to my arms and as I felt he had finally gotten into a comfortable position I took the opportunity to take hold of that harness. His eyes rolled back in his head, his neck arched. I went at him again, faster and harder. I fucked him until I felt his body freeze with tension then I backed off. My muscles ached with pleasure, I could feel that little part of me inside him.<br />
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Beads of sweat, droplets fell from me to him. They cooled just a little before they splashed against his skin. I could smell us. Latex, amyl nitrate, and the stink of men. He pulled me into a kiss, my full lips enveloped his before I pushed my tongue into his mouth. My balls slapped, over and over, the bed squeaked. Harder and faster until I knocked the frame against the wall. He pulled away for a moment. He could barely speak but he tried to say, “the neighbors,” but his words gave way to moans so I covered his face with my hand.<br />
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He bucked and twisted under me so I pushed him into new positions until finally he was on his stomach and I was atop him again, my dick having never left his hole completely. He was stuck on me. He pushed up on his elbows and knees which gave me more maneuverability so I went at him harder. He backed onto me every time I pulled away and when I pushed inside it wasn’t enough.<br />
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My hands moved up to his face, my fingers between his lips. He grunted and begged for more so I took hold of that harness again but this time I really used it. I slammed our bodies together. My dick swelled inside of him. He finally leaned down on his shoulder with exhaustion. He looked back into my eyes and I could see that he was crying, but it wasn’t tears of pain, not exactly, because he had this grin of delight on his face. I had broken him, at least for the moment. I pulled on his harness and he raised himself up until he was impaled on me, that’s when I felt that sweetest moment.<br />
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When he fell, he fell hard, onto the bed, splayed out before me finally off my dick. I tried to stand but I felt my muscles in my legs sting and burn with cramps so I fell partially onto him, then slid off as he rolled to face me. He reached up to my face, his fingers around my chin. We kissed.<br />
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“I’m exhausted,” he said.<br />
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“I’m hungry,” I replied.<br />
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We laughed and rolled onto our backs. Neither of us wanted to move. The deed had been done. We had satisfied our carnal desires. And we didn’t even know each other’s last names.<br />
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“That was good,” I said.<br />
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“You had me on the ropes with that condom business. You don’t eat ass, I get it.”<br />
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I pulled the condom from my dick with a snap. We laughed a little. It sounded so preposterous, those little things that sound foolish when it’s all over but are ignored in the heat of the moment.<br />
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“I barely know you,” I said.<br />
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“Isn’t sex so much more fun with strangers?”<br />
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I didn’t know how to answer. I didn’t usually have sex with strangers, usually they buy me more than a drink. I looked up to his ceiling fan that spun around endlessly. Was that all I was to him? Was that enough for him? Was that enough for me? Aren’t you supposed to keep the good ones and throw the bad fucks back? I inched my way up to the pillows but he remained there on his chest so I studied the way his body rose and fell with each breath.<br />
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“Is this your first time?”<br />
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“No, I’ve had practice,” I replied.<br />
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He snorted.<br />
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“No, I mean with a one night stand.”<br />
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“Is that what we are?”<br />
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Finally he moved. He pushed himself up, crossed his legs as he sat next to me. He reached to me, his fingers touched the ejaculate in my pubes then moved down over my body. He smiled so I forced a smile in response.<br />
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“We’re more than that,” he said, “we made each other happy so why not just let it be. We can’t ever have this back. I’m so fucking happy. My week was shit with work and personal problems. Do you want to hear about my dad in the hospital or my sister losing her mind over her kids science project and how she blames me for it?”<br />
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He swallowed hard. Our fuck had released tension but it hadn’t solved any problems. I reached back to him, my fingers ran down the inside of his forearm until our fingers clasped together.<br />
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“Yes I do,” I replied.<br />
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He shook his head and rolled his eyes, but then he talked. We spent the rest of the night discussing our lives. Deep secrets, great embarrassments, and even wishes. It all felt easier with someone I might never meet again. We touched each other casually, the little brushes to get attention, the lingering of a forgotten hand that you know is safe where you left it. We cuddled and rolled around until the sun rose. We fell asleep and when we awoke we went our separate ways.<br />
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For just a moment we had each other, but just thinking of him brings a smile to my face.<br />
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Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-66831877670013431622019-05-25T23:21:00.001-04:002023-06-25T15:32:26.334-04:00BinkyFor a year I lied to myself that I wasn’t smoking a lot, just when I had a drink, between writing chapters of my book, and the odd ocassions when I felt I needed one, but not a lot, not a pack a day like my father used to smoke. It was the one bad habit, my worst habit, that my new boyfriend Dino hated. Dino had become my rock in many ways, the healthy one. He worked as a personal trainer, that’s how we met, and he always told me he worked so hard that he didn’t want to poison himself, aside from a few drinks. He’d give me this look when he walked in on me in the office or when I stepped out of a bar or some event we were at together to have one. It all built up to this one day as I sat typing I could hear him in the other room playing videogames with his friend Kyle. I went to take one out and realized I had a few left so with it between my lips I walked out to find them on the couch.<br />
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They were sat in diapers and t-shirts, controllers in their hands. Their feet conspicuously off the floor. Kyle looked up to me for a moment then looked back to the TV where he continued to play as he crinkled his nose. Dino did the same but he also waved his hand back and forth in front of his and faked a cough. “Sorry,” I said before I held it behind my back, “but I’m really onto something. Would you run out and get me some smokes?” Dino rolled his eyes. Kyle whispered something in his ear. They both laughed. I wanted to ask what was so funny but stopped myself. “How about it?”<br />
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“I don’t know.”<br />
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“Please,” I begged.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Well, what do you think Kyle?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I think we could use some snacks.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“So it’s a deal?”<br />
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“Hmmph,” Dino replied.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What?” I asked.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I don’t like encouraging you to smoke.”<br />
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“You’re not encouraging me. It’s more like I’m feeding a habit, one I had before we met, so it’s not like you should feel responsible. I promise I’ll quit when I finish this book.”<br />
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I took out my wallet and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. I stepped into the room to handed it to him and they both chuckled.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What’s going on guys?” I asked.<br />
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“You’re standing on lava Mr. Butters,” Kyle said.<br />
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“Oh is that all,” I replied, “well use the rest for snacks.”<br />
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Dino took the money and pocketed it. He had his own cash, his own job, but it didn’t feel right for him to pay for my cigarettes and at least this way they’d get something at the corner store. I walked out of the room and back to my office where I sat at my desk and began to type. I barely heard them leave the apartment, for a little while the silence annoyed me so I took out my headphones and put on some music in the background to listen to while continued to type and smoke like a chimney. I was really into it. I had this hope of completing my first novel. I typed away for hours, smoked all of my cigarettes and it was only when I ran out that I wondered when they’d return. I picked up the box, crumpled it, dropped it on top of my basket next to my desk that was full of balls of paper, all of them previous incarnations and notes of what I was writing.<br />
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When the front door of the apartment was opened I looked up as if I had heard the greatest sound in the world. It was Dino and he was alone. He had bags in his hands. I could smell food. Like a hungry dog I went out to find him in the dining room with a bag of fast food in the middle and several bags in hand that he carried away into the living room before I could see what was in them. He kept looking at me the entire time so I knew he was trying to keep a secret from me. I opened the bag and took out a fry. It was still hot. He rejoined me and sat across the table from me.<br />
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Cigarettes were no longer on my mind. I was hungry. So we sat and ate, made small talk. I asked him what happened to Kyle and he told me that he’d gone home. I tried to talk to him about anything except for my smokes. But when we finished eating, as I licked the congealed bun and meat from my teeth, washed it away with the cold, sweet pop I had that urge again.<br />
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“So um,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yes?”<br />
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“What did you buy? Did you buy me anything?”<br />
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“Maybe,” he replied coyly.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What is it?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“It’s a little bit of a secret.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“When do I get to find out?”<br />
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“Come in the living room and I’ll show you, but you have to behave yourself,” he said.<br />
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This was a bit of an unusual thing for him. He wasn’t one for secrets, neither was I. In fact honesty and sharing was the best thing we had together. I felt like I could tell him anything. I felt like he knew he could tell me anything. We wouldn’t judge. We wouldn’t condemn. We’d try to figure it out. The ‘behave yourself’ part though was especially unique. Usually I was the one who liked to start games like this. I loved to surprise him and I usually took control of things. It was turning me on a little so I followed after him into the living room. He motioned for me to stand between the coffee table and the TV. This really would be a surprise, I thought. The bags were down on the floor, partially hidden from sight. But instead of opening them he pulled his phone from his pocket and set it down on the coffee table facing me.<br />
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“What’s going on? What’d you buy me?”<br />
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“Before I show you, here’s the cigarettes you asked for-” -he pulled the pack out and held them up- “-but if you want them we make a deal first. You have to sign this contract on my phone. It’s to quit smoking, but it’s not just any contract. There are rules. And there are punishments if you break them. Kyle and I thought it up while we were out shopping. The first one is that while you’re smoking you have to be obedient to me. I know it’s usually the other way around. I know how much you like to be the dominant one. I like it when you are. But, I’m worried for your health. If you sign, then this is your last pack. After this we work to wean you off.”<br />
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“How obedient? What do you have planned for me to be doing? I’m not really into sex slave contracts. I’m not just going to do everything.”<br />
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“I know. It’ll be a negotiation, but trust me, I have a plan for you.”<br />
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“What if I don’t sign?”<br />
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“I’ll love you the same, but you have to go buy your own and you can’t have what’s in the bag.”<br />
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“Is it something fun?”<br />
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“Maybe,” he said with a mischievous grin.<br />
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“Will I like it?”<br />
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“Possibly,” he said.<br />
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He was even more coy. This was entertaining to him as I stood there in front of him at his mercy. He had my cigarettes. Yes, I could go buy them but I wanted one right then. But more than anything I wanted to please him. I wanted to stop even if it was only for him. I shifted on my feet, tried to scratch at the back of one calf with my other foot.<br />
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“What exactly do you have in mind?”<br />
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“You could read the contract and find out,” he answered.<br />
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I looked into his eyes. There were written contracts between men, I thought, the best ones though in principle are an agreement between two people. There shouldn’t be anything in there that I couldn’t live with, nothing to hold over me that would keep me in complete submission. That wasn’t the deal in our relationship. Often I took the dominant role in the bedroom and in life, he was like a guiding hand who reassured, questioned, and helped me plan, but this, handing over power to him. It was embarrassing and thrilling at the same time. I felt the sweat run down from my shoulders and pool at the small of my back. Okay, I thought as I blew out an exasperated sigh and bent down to sign, but as I did I couldn’t really see the words. He dropped the pack on the table. I got down on my knees to examine it more closely. He twirled the pack. I scrolled to the bottom. There was the space to sign my name. I did it. I licked my lips as I reached for the pack, but he pulled it away.<br />
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“What’s going on?”<br />
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He took back his phone, saved the file, and he had the biggest grin on his face. He put the pack in his pocket as well, then he leaned down with his elbows on his knees and looked me in the eyes.<br />
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“Did you really think it was going to be that easy?”<br />
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“Well yeah,” I replied. “Let me have just one.”<br />
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“Nope, not until afterwards.”<br />
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“After what?”<br />
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“We have some things to take care of as part of the contract. These cigarettes, I decide when and how many you smoke. That’s the first rule. You really should have read the contract.”<br />
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“Wait, let me see it again,” I said.<br />
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“Nope, now it’s time for you to be obedient.”<br />
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“If I had known that I wouldn’t have signed. Maybe I should just go and get my own.”<br />
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“And break your word? We made a deal.”<br />
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“Hey look,” I said, “if I knew I wouldn’t get one or that you’d be the one in control I wouldn’t have done it. You tricked me.”<br />
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“You tricked yourself, now, let’s get one thing clear. I’m in control now. You will do what I say, when I say, how I say, until you stop this filthy habit. I’m going to hold you to it. Didn’t I mention there would be punishments for disobedience?”<br />
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“But-”<br />
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He waved off my rebuttal and instead he picked up the bags from the floor and put them on the table in front of me. He looked inside them and his grin gave way to giggling and laughter. I was doomed, I thought as I lowered my head in regret. But then I felt it, my erection, as I shifted a little I felt harder than I had been in a long time, so hard it parted the fly of my boxer briefs and was right up against my jeans and leaking. The sensitive tip rubbed course material.<br />
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“Actually, let’s go to the bathroom first,” he said. “But before we do I want you to stand up and strip off all your clothing.”<br />
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I let out a grunt and sigh as I got to my feet. I looked up to him, then back down to my feet as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Normally it was no big deal to be naked but this was the first time he was telling me to strip in such a dominant way. If he did it other times it was seductive but this. I felt my fingers tremble a little as I undid the buttons. I didn’t know if it was the lack of nicotine or some genuine fear but I did it. I pulled the flaps out of my jeans, pulled it from my shoulders, then dropped it on the floor. Next was my belt. I unfastened it, pulled it from the loops, dropped it. I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them. My hard dick was right there. He laughed a little, amused this was turning me on. I tucked it away, pulled my jeans down and off, dropped them on the pile I was creating. My socks, foot to foot, I took them off, let them fall. Last was my underwear.<br />
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Being naked shouldn’t be so humiliating, I thought, we’ve screwed in every room. He’s seen me naked so many times. I’ve seen him naked. We’ve chased each other around, well no, I’ve chased him around with our erections bouncing, but this was something different. This wasn’t sex and I wasn’t in control. I was stripping for him as he sat there fully clothed. I put my thumbs in the waistband, began to pull the fabric down. I felt it slip over my ass, tug at my hard dick and made it bob up and down, over my knees, down around my ankles, one foot out then the other and they were off. I dropped them too. I looked up to him. He shook his head.<br />
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“Such a messy boy,” he said. “You would never let me make such a mess with my clothes.”<br />
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“I didn’t know what to do with them,” I said apologetically, “please, I’ll just pick-”<br />
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“Don’t bother, not right now, that’ll be one of your punishments later. Right now I want you in the bathroom. You’ve been at your desk all day and need a bath.”<br />
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He led the way. I walked behind him with my dick bobbing with each step, through the hallway, into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub and turned the spigot, hot water poured out. He plugged the drain and looked to me. Without realizing it I had began to stand like I was ashamed. There I was in front of my long time boyfriend and I was ashamed. He adjusted the water.<br />
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“While we’re waiting I want you to stand with your hands behind your head and your feet apart. Smoking is a bad and filthy habit. You’ve been a bad boy, very naughty. If you’re going to grow up to be a man we’re going to have to regress you first so that we can make sure you deserve your privileges. The first thing we’re going to do while the tub fills up is we’re going to cut your hair.”<br />
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“Wait I-”<br />
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“Are you being disobedient? You already have a punishment for leaving your clothes on the floor and making such a mess. Do you want to add to it?”<br />
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“No sir,” I mumbled.<br />
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“What was that?”<br />
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“No sir,” I said in a louder, clearer voice.<br />
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“Good,” he replied, “now let’s get that shaver.”<br />
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Being shaved was the easy part, all of my body hair, from head to pubes to toe, all fell on the floor. He turned off the water after it had filled partially, looked back to me, motioned with his head for me to step into it. I sunk down on my knees first, my butt cheeks opened and barely touched the water. As my body adapted I sunk down into it until I was comfortable and I looked up to see him with a hand towel and bar of soap. This was new. I hadn’t used bar soap in ages. I figured he intended to give me a thorough scrubbing. He lathered up the bar until suds ran down over his wrists, down his forearms, and all of the way to his elbows.<br />
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“Open,” he said.<br />
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I knew at once what he meant. He wanted to stick the bar of soap in my mouth. It was the punishment I hated the most as a child. I could take a spanking but soap, bleh, it tasted so bad. I clenched my jaw and shook my head.<br />
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“Open,” he repeated as he moved it closer to my face. He pressed it against my lips, forced them apart and into my teeth. That felt worse. I opened my mouth and he stuck it inside. I closed without biting down. He shook his head.<br />
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“You’re only making it worse on yourself. Now I’m going to have to give you an additional punishment for that mouth of yours. I thought soaping it would do the trick but no, you have to refuse, well, I guess I’m going to have to think up something else, maybe a second spanking.”<br />
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“But-” I tried to speak with a mouthful of soap, the suds went down my throat and I choked a little, tried to spit it out but he held it there.<br />
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I could feel it on my tongue, a thick gunk, and the way it dissolved, filled the spaces under my molars. My instinct was the pull in my cheeks to stop it from spreading but all it did was cause the suds to run down my throat. It hit my stomach and I felt the urge to spit it out but he held it there so I just closed my eyes, let it happen. I could feel it inside of me. But it wasn’t just the soap, it was the feeling of being naked in the tub to our apartment, shaved, my mind was reeling but more than anything I felt this anger but all I could do was cry. He pulled the soap from my mouth, my lips sputtered and I tried to spit more out. He took hold of the back of my head and pulled me to his shoulder. I cried and cried into his neck. For a moment I felt relief, felt normal, but then he touched me, he touched my chest, slid it down over my stomach and for the first time he touched my penis. And it was hard.<br />
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“Good boy,” he said, “but do you still want a cigarette?”<br />
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“Yes,” I said.<br />
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He pulled away from me and looked at me with a cross glare. He raised the bar of soap again.<br />
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“You’ve been smoking for so long it’s ruined your teeth and I’m afraid I’m going to have to wash it out again.” I squealed in fear. But he continued to hold the back of my head and slowly, deliberately he moved the bar towards me and into my mouth. “From now on that’s yes sir,” he said, “do you understand?”<br />
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“Yes sir,” I said around the bar in my mouth.<br />
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He pulled it out.<br />
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“What was that?”<br />
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“Yes sir,” I said.<br />
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“Good, I think we’re done with this for now. Now we can put it to its more popular and more favorite use, getting your body clean.”<br />
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He touched my chest again and for a moment my body recoiled until it realized it had no place to go and instead I just sat there as he washed me. Face, chest, arm pits, stomach, he washed them twice before he made me get up on my knees. He washed my thighs first, then he washed my balls and my hard dick, and just when I felt enthused to try and push back against his hand for more pleasure he spanked me lightly on the butt and I opened my eyes to see he had an amused smirk on his face.<br />
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“This isn’t so bad,” he said.<br />
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“Yeah, but normally I’m the one who washes you,” I said.<br />
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He spanked me again.<br />
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“Sir,” I spat out.<br />
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He spanked me again.<br />
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“I’m sorry sir, normally I’m the one who washes you sir,” I said.<br />
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“Better,” he replied, “I know it’ll take some getting used to.”<br />
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Next was the shampoo, but since I didn’t have much hair on my head it was easy to do. I rested my bum on my ankles as he finished washing off the soap. I smiled. He smiled. But I could feel it, the craving for a cigarette. I looked down into the water, then back up with my best puppy dog eyes.<br />
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“What is it?” he asked.<br />
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“I want a smoke, like really bad. It’s been a couple of hours, just one, please sir.”<br />
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“Okay, we can do that,” he said, “after I get your dried off.”<br />
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He told me to stand then took a towel from the cabinet. He dried me thoroughly, then had me step out before he wrapped it around my waist. I could feel the knot on my hip and looked around for more clothing. He put one arm around my shoulder and ushered me out into the living room where he picked up a bag. He pulled out a brand new pack of white briefs.<br />
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“I don’t wear those,” I said, “sir.”<br />
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“Well, it’s these or that towel,” he said.<br />
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“What do you mean, sir?”<br />
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“No more smoking inside. For tonight I’ll let you smoke on the balcony, but in the future you’ll have to go down to the parking lot to do it. And you’re not allowed to litter, you have to save your butts.” He pulled out a small, pink box. It was for jewelry but now I’d be using it to collect the filters. I groaned at it before I really thought about it. He smirked. “Normally I wouldn’t use pink to embarrass someone but in this case it’ll be cute.”<br />
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“Cute sir?”<br />
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“Well, for me, now have you decided is it going to be briefs or the towel?”<br />
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“For the balcony? People will see me.”<br />
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“No laws will be broken. You still want that cigarette and you can’t smoke inside.”<br />
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“Okay, the towel,” I said.<br />
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Briefs were too form fitting, I thought as I looked down to the towel only to realize it was one of the thin white ones and I could clearly see my penis against the cloth. I groaned and asked for briefs but he shook his head. I watched as he opened the pack of cigarettes. I loved that feeling, opening a fresh pack and the smell of them, something like fresh raisins. He took one out, then he walked me over to the sliding door and out onto the balcony. It had gotten dark outside, the sun had set and it was probably ten o’clock at night but there were still a few people around. We lived in those apartment buildings with the parking underneath in stalls. There was a lane between the buildings but people were always walking by as the basketball courts were very popular. I looked to him and he placed it between my lips.<br />
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“Oops, I forgot the lighter,” he said.<br />
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I moaned and he smacked my bum before walking off to get one. There I stood on the balcony in just a towel with an unlit cigarette between my lips as I listened carefully for anyone to walk in front. He came back a few moments later. He held up the lighter and lit it for me. It was a welcome feeling and yet to be standing there as I was, no pack in hand, no lighter. He had done everything, it felt so humiliating, but in the end I felt I’d do almost anything for a drag. He watched me intently.<br />
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“I’d give anything for a dry martini,” I said.<br />
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And without really thinking about it I had slipped out of the role of being subordinate to him as we stood in the partial darkness. It was only when a car turned the corner and I was briefly caught in headlights that I looked down over myself and remembered the towel I was wearing and I saw him. He wasn’t just staring at me. He was waiting.<br />
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“Sir,” I said.<br />
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“Too late,” he replied and took the cigarette from my mouth.<div><br /></div><div>I watched as he stubbed it out on the banister then held out the pink box towards me. I took it, opened it, then watched as he placed the cigarette inside. He promptly closed it and took the box out of my hands. I looked him in the eyes as best I could. He stared back.<br />
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“It’s not fair,” I said.<br />
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“You’re killing yourself. How’s that fair to me?”<br />
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“But-”<br />
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And that’s when things took an unexpected turn. He snatched the towel from around my waist and before I knew it I was down over his lap. There I was, one grown man over another grown man’s lap naked and full exposed to all of our neighbors, the towel on the grating floor. He made sure I was in place before he laid into me with his hand. He gave me several hard, sharp spanks. It was enough to put me back in my place.<br />
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“Please sir,” I begged.<br />
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“Please sir what?”<br />
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“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to be a brat. I know what I’m doing is wrong. Please sir, can we go inside for this?”<br />
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He stopped spanking me. His hand settled on my bum. I could feel his fingers linger in my crack as he massaged my flesh. Normally it would be the other way around. Often for some trivial but intentional offense, something that we had talked about in correcting his behavior, but there I was naked and exposed. He swatted me a few more times but when I started to unintentionally get louder with each one he stopped and pulled me from his lap. I stood in front of him, my hand went back to feel my butt and it was already beginning to warm. But worse than anything was my dick because I had left it exposed so I tried to cover it with one hand as I continued to rub with the other. He shook his head then stood and pulled me by the wrist inside our apartment. He closed the sliding doors behind us but in a way it was worse because now the room was lit and there I stood naked in front of glass. He quickly closed the blinds to the door but I could still feel it, this kind of ghost, this feeling that I had been exposed, not just me, not just my penis, my shaved body, but my behavior and that my boyfriend spanked me. He smirked to me then motioned with his finger for me to follow him to the couch where he sat and patted his lap. I stepped to him, lowered myself, and he pulled me into position.<br />
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His hand on my butt, he stroked the sore flesh, cupped the curve of it, let me know just how naked and vulnerable I was to him. He pulled back his hand and I knew it was coming, high over his shoulder there would be no stopping it. He spanked me the first time and I let out a grunt. The pain was negligible. I barely felt it. He struck again, then again and again, each time the feeling lingered a little longer and it spread. There were two patches of pain on my butt, one for each cheek, but the pain spread through my body too, from my toes to my fingertips. I breathed this quick, shallow gasps as I groaned, the pressure of my chest on his lap, I could feel myself as this weight, especially when I kicked up my feet and began to squirm.<br />
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“Keep still,” he said.<br />
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I froze for a moment, held my breath, and he laid into me some more until my hands were clenched into tight balls and my toes curled up, then he stopped and he lay his soothing hand on my bum. I hadn’t begun to cry but I could feel it there lingering in me, this pain, not just physical but emotional. He rubbed my butt carefully, the feeling that had spread through my body came back to the one spot for a moment. He took hold of my arm and pulled me up to my feet. I knew my face was red, my eyes were watery. I looked down to him as I instinctively reached back to rub my cheek with one hand. He smirked at me.<br />
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“But first,” he reached into the bag and pulled out the last thing. It was a pacifier. He held it up for me to see before he opened the package.<br />
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“What’s that sir?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“It’s your new pacifier. Instead of cigarettes you’re going to be sucking on this.”<br />
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“But sir-”<br />
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“I’m going to plant your feet in the corner until you’ve calmed down and guess what, that’s only round one. Do you understand me?”<br />
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“Round one?” I pleaded, “sir,” I eked out.<br />
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“Bend down and open up,” he said.<br />
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I did. He put the pacifier between my lips.<br />
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“This is your binky,” he said. I groaned. “Well, you still have your dirty clothes on the floor and we forgot your towel outside. Go ahead and pick up your clothes and put them on the coffee table.”<br />
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I stepped away from him to where my clothes were. I squatted down, fully aware of my balls hanging loose between my thighs, my cheeks parted and cool air hit my butthole. I felt it again, this pain, and for a moment tears leaked out. I wiped them away with the back of my hand before I picked up my clothes and set them on the table. He cleared his throat and I knew at once that I had made a mistake so I carefully folded them, then put them back into place. He got up and moved behind me, put a hand on my head and brushed over my hair.<br />
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“It’s okay boy, I’ll allow you that one mistake, but know that I expect better of you next time. Are you ready for your second cigarette?”<br />
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Already, I thought, but the truth is I really needed one, especially a full one, so I nodded. He took hold of my ear, pulled me up, then walked me to the corner. He took one from the pack and held it where the walls met, then he pulled me right to it so my nose held it in place. He rubbed my butt, rubbed my shoulders, rubbed my head. It was so humiliating. I began to cry. When I tried to wipe away the tears he stopped me and told me, “hands at your side or on your head.” My cigarette was right there but I couldn’t just smoke it. It wasn’t mine. Instead I had this pacifier, this binky in my mouth.<br />
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He walked away. I heard him move through the apartment for the next ten minutes or so. He put my clothes away, tidied up something or other, put the bags from the store away, then I heard it. He was in the kitchen and he opened a drawer, moved some cooking utensils around. He was looking for something. I breathed deep through my nose and held my breath. He was getting the spoon. We had only used it a few times, well I had used it on him, just a little game when we were in the kitchen, but I heard the drawer slam closed and I knew he had it and he was going to use it on me. He began to whistle as he walked back into the living room. He set it down behind me on the coffee table, the familiar sound of wood on wood. He walked over to where I stood and told me to take the cigarette I was holding up so I did. He placed a hand on my shoulder to usher me back out to the balcony.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
There I was completely naked, my butt red, my face red, and crying a little. He took the pacifier out of my mouth, then the cigarette from my fingers and placed it between my lips. He lit it. I took a long drag, welcomed the feel of it, the way it burned and tasted, plus the rush of it. He pulled me to him as he sat on one of the two chairs out there. The last time it had been down over his lap for a spanking but this time he was being kinder, gentler as he pulled me along and he sat me on his knee. I could instantly feel the pain in my butt though it wasn’t so bad, it was almost negligible the way my thighs held most of my weight. His hand went to the small of my back and I carefully blew the smoke away from him. He rubbed up my spine to my shoulders in this soothing way so I just relaxed, my knees wide, my arm went around his shoulders behind his head. His other hand ran up my thigh, over where my pubes used to be and to my stomach where he slowly stroked until I stopped crying.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
This time he let me smoke the whole thing and after he stubbed it out, then placed it in the pink box before replaced the binky in my mouth. He led me back inside with the towel in hand. He gave it to me and told me to take it to the bathroom hamper so I said, “yes sir,” and I began to move when he took hold of my arm. “And bring back the bath brush,” he said. I swallowed hard at that. But my feet moved on their own. I walked to the bathroom, put the towel in the hamper, retrieved the bath brush from inside the medicine cabinet. It wasn’t until I got back and I saw him sitting there that I remembered the wooden spoon and there it was on the coffee table in front of him. I walked to him, handed him the brush. He patted the cushion next to him which took me by surprise, but it meant I wasn’t going to be spanked right away so I sat. He reached to me, rubbed the back of my head, then he placed his arm around my shoulders.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Smoking is more than a bad habit,” he said, “it’s dangerous. You know it isn’t safe right bud?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He took out the pacifier, set it on the table.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yes sir,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“So we’re going to try and break you of that habit, but I can see that you have some other bad habits as well so we’re going to work on those too. You know I care for you right and I only want what’s best for you?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yes sir,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Good, because this next part is going to be very painful. I know you’re going to feel like giving up, it’s going to be unbearable at times, but it’s also going to be good for you. You need this. I know you’re usually the spanker instead of the spankee but it’s time we dealt with these issues. Do you understand?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yes sir,” I replied.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He moved his hand up to the back of my head again, turned my head to face his. I looked him in the eyes and for a moment I could see a little bit of pain, but then he became stoic as he looked at me and I felt it. I felt his connection to me. There I sat completely naked, but we were two adults, and yet I felt this need within me. I wanted it. I wanted to change my ways. I wanted to be spanked. I wanted to feel that pain and that relief. He rubbed the back of my head and I knew he wanted to ask me again if I understood. Instinctively I began to speak.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Please sir, I know it’ll be painful but I need this,” I said, “I need to feel it. I’ve been doing things so wrong for a while now, not just the smoking but that’s the most important part. I know it’s important for me to change my ways. I want you to spank me.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He reached over with his other hand and wiped away some of the spilled tears with is hand before he pulled me back over his lap. He adjusted himself and put me in place so that it was easy to hold my arms out of the way. I felt him shift, his hand high in the air. He struck me with the hair brush. It was different than his hand. His hand gave a little to the shape of my butt, the hairbrush did not. Each time it pushed into my cheeks it dented the flesh. Just within a few strokes the pain radiated out again, up my spine all of the way to my hands, all of the way to my toes. He struck all over my round cheeks until I thought I couldn’t take anymore. I began to cry. I squirmed and moaned but he held me in place.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Just as I was about to disassociate from it he stopped. My head throbbed, my body ached. He pulled me out from under his arm, pulled me to my feet. My hands went to my butt as I danced from foot to foot I rubbed away until the pain was almost gone then I felt it again. My little dick and balls bounced back and forth as I shifted to try and find some comfortable spot. There was none. He picked up the pacifier as he stood so I opened my mouth. I bit down on it.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Back to the corner,” he said as he pointed the way.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I felt snot leaking from my nose so I wiped it with the back of my hand as I walked, then I carefully used the palms to wipe away tears. My jaw began to jitter. I put my nose in the corner, let my hands fall to my sides. All over my body my skin turned pink. I could feel it, this warmth all over me, it was so intense. He got up, walked to me. For a moment I thought he would touch me to try and comfort me but he didn’t. He just stood there. He watched me sulk for a moment, then he walked away. I was alone. I knew I couldn’t move from that spot. And he let me stay there that time until my muscles began to ache, which wasn’t that long, then he came back and got me. He led me back over to the couch, took out binky and put it on the table, swapped it for the spoon. He pulled me down over his lap, this time he told me to plant my hands firmly on the ground which tipped me at an angle so that my butt and my thighs were vulnerable. The spoon was quick and sharp. I could no longer feel him move too much just to hit me. It was little, recurring spikes of pain in my flesh as if I had been stuck by a thorn.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Over his knee, my hands planted firmly on the floor, I was beginning to feel the pain in my butt cheeks and I was covered in sweat. It was everywhere on me, even the crack of my butt and right down at my asshole. He was really taking to whacking my butt. I shook my head, balled my feet, any little thing to remind myself that I was in control of my body, but I knew I wasn’t because there I was naked with my little dick and balls hung loose as I was being spanked. He controlled every bit of it too. He would stop when he wanted, not me, it wasn’t my choice. He meant to make me feel pain and I knew it. He stopped and for a moment I thought it was over, but then he rubbed my flesh.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Now for this next set I want you to say, ‘thank you sir, may I have another sir’ and we’re going to do that until I’ve felt you’ve had enough.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yes sir,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He spanked me and when my response didn’t come fast enough he did it again and harder.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Thank you sir, may I have another sir!”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Good start, let’s see how long you can keep that up,” he replied.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
And that was exactly it. It was this seemingly unending cycle. I knew he wanted me to keep saying it, again and again, no matter how much my arms ached, no matter how my thighs throbbed, no matter how much my butt hurt. He wanted to break me. So I just kept saying it over and over even when my mouth went dry, when the words barely escaped my throat, until I was crying and heaving so much I couldn’t even form the noises in my chest.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Tears fell from my face and down onto my hands. He stopped and pulled me up to him. I lay on him, my head on his shoulders as I wept and heaved until I was empty. He held onto me through all of it. He held onto me as I trembled and shook. He took hold of the back of my head and whispered soothing sounds into my ear. I didn’t want a cigarette ever again at that moment, not if that was the price I’d pay. He held me even when I fell asleep.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div>Some time later, I’m not sure how long, I awoke to find myself on my side on the couch with my feet on his lap, a thin blanket over me. I turned over and looked down to him. He almost looked as if he’d been spanked too and I knew at once he felt this pain for me for what he’d done. I couldn’t quite say it but as I moved to him, as I sat up he leaned to me and we kissed on the lips as he stroked my face. When he started to pull away I pulled him closer and down on top of me. He laid fully clothed on me, a blanket between us as we kissed. I pulled his shirt from him and he was quick to take off his pants as I wrapped the blanket around both of us and pulled him into me again. I could feel my hard dick and his as well but neither of us wanted sex right then, we just wanted to hold each other. We kissed until we got tired, then he rolled me onto my side again and pressed his body along mine. We fell asleep together and for the first time in a long time I felt safe and happy, and I didn’t feel the need to smoke, at least not right then.
</div>Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-25761667085747488212019-05-18T01:01:00.000-04:002019-05-18T01:02:52.573-04:00Brat on Vacation Ch 01 - InvitationAfter Brad had surrendered himself to me it wasn’t this “happily ever after” where we walked off into the sunset and lived in a castle surrounded by helpful mice and birds who sang songs, no we were college students, so every day was a grind, every class milestone was a hustle, but we had each other. His room in the frat house most weekday nights, my room in the dorms on the weekends when Kevin was away, sometimes he showed up on Sunday afternoon early and found us cuddled together. Days turned into weeks. The worst part was when he had gone away for Thanksgiving break and I stayed on campus because I didn’t want to go home. It was so boring, though I did figure out how to rob the vending machines so at least there was a little bit of fun.<br />
<br />
It was in those few weeks before Christmas break that things changed. Everyone had that little countdown in their head and this desperation to finish do all of the work needed. It was a Sunday, and I was down in the basement of the dorms doing laundry. Kevin had walked in on Brad in his diaper at the desk writing an assignment, and as Brad explained it, well he forgot he was just wearing a diaper. There he sat typing away trying to make some kind of convincing argument when it finally dawned on him. They shared a look and laughed it off, but when I got back Brad was in sweat pants much to my disappointment and Kevin was on his second beer and shirtless on his bed reading a book he was supposed to have finished by the next day. They fell silent when I entered the room with my basket full of clothes.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What’s going on?” I asked.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span>
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Nothing,” Kevin said with a mischievous laugh.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span>
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Brad?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span>
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“It’s all good. He just walked in on me in my, well, diaper,” he answered.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Don’t worry about it,” Kevin said, “I’m thinking of taking off my pants right now.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I rolled my eyes and thought about defusing the situation by taking Brad to dinner when Kevin told me that he had ordered pizza and that the fridge was full of beer. I settled for the latter of course and got one out. So I sat on my bed and sorted clothes, started to put them away, when Brad let out this berp, so Kevin did it too, and they both laughed. When they start farting and making jokes about it, I told myself, then I know they’re friends.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Do you think a butt plug hurts?” Kevin asked.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I looked to him where he lay, his two sock covered feet off the edge of the bed, his long legs covered by jeans, the band of his boxers and that soft tummy, a cute roll of fat. He scratched at himself and shifted on the bed and looked to both of us. I looked away and Brad pretended like he hadn’t heard. So Kevin sat up and moved to the edge where his feet dangled off.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I’m serious,” he said, “hey look, you guys have probably put stuff up there. I’m not gay but you know, times are changing and I was just curious. Stop being such a prude.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Brad and I looked to each other and laughed. We knew. We had all the answers and yet as open as we were, as much as we didn’t try to hide our little practice of me putting Brad in diapers, our sexuality, any of it, it still felt like a taboo. For all of our shared secrets we were a bit prudish, at least when it came to straights. Kevin got himself another beer, opened it, and began to drink it. He gave another to Brad and urged him to finish the one by his laptop which he did, then he went into the bathroom and closed the door.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What do you think that was about?” Brad asked over his shoulder.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Maybe he’s bi-curious?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I don’t think it’s a bisexuality thing. I mean I don’t think he’s into dudes, but you know, maybe he’s just curious. Lots of guys are doing it now?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Doing what?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Playing with their butts,” Brad said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Really? Who?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Kevin,” he answered in a whisper and we both laughed.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
But we fell quiet when the bathroom door opened and he walked back into the room and went to the sink where he washed his hands. He was about to go back to his bed when there was a knock on the door and he went to open it. I got to my feet just in time for him to hand me two pizza boxes as he tipped the delivery person then closed the door. I set them on my bed and opened both. Kevin was quick to get himself a piece and retreat to his bed where he sat cross legged and looked back at me.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Don’t you feel like we should be doing something?” he asked.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“And just what do you want to do?” I replied.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Something, anything, this is so boring. I feel like we should be exploring.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Explore your book,” Brad said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“No, I want like a real adventure,” Kevin replied.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“If you drink enough we’ll tell you about butt plugs,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Really?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Do you want to know or is this some kind of test where you laugh at us after?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I really want to know,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Okay,” I said.<br />
<br />
And I went into a long explanation about how they felt, how they didn’t quite satisfy and yet there was something fun to it, that it wasn’t for everyone, some people, gay or straight, liked the feeling of having it in their butt. I went into the social context of anal play for some people, the feeling of insertion, and then I talked about how for other people it was annoying, gay or straight, having something in the butt was a bother. I told him about shapes, sizes, and that a tapered base helped it from going inside too far and getting stuck. He raised his knees and turned away in mock fear when he heard that, but then he drank some more and asked for more details.<br />
<br />
“I’m not sure how much more I can tell you. Did you try looking it up?”<br />
<br />
“It’s not, I mean, I guess, it’s more like personal experience, because you know, it’s like, well…”<br />
<br />
“Try sitting on one,” Brad said.<br />
<br />
“Hey, are you sitting on one now?”<br />
<br />
We laughed nervously.<br />
<br />
“Is that what you were trying to ask?” I said.<br />
<br />
“No, well honestly kind of, but not to embarrass you, but because I am legitimately curious. Just like when I saw you in the diaper and I made that joke about being able to drink as much as you want without going to the bathroom because you could just go in your diaper. It’s just one of those things.”<br />
<br />
“What do you mean one of those things? Is that what you meant when you said you wanted to go on an adventure?”<br />
<br />
He blushed and covered his face with his hands so I looked away and tried to think up some reason to break up the party. I mean it felt awkward and yet there was this kind of bond between us, this kind of fun energy. Mostly, it was the alcohol. Kevin drank some more and we let the silence pass. For a moment I thought one of us would think of a new subject, one of us would decide our fates that night, one of us would return the social norms. But we didn’t, because Kevin was the first to speak.<br />
<br />
“I wish I had some hard alcohol,” he said, “I’ve been sober all week and I spent two days with my parents. They don’t let me drink around them. I had to convince my older brother to buy a case of beer when he dropped me off.”<br />
<br />
“There’s hard liquor at the frat house,” Brad said.<br />
<br />
Oh no, I thought, Sunday night is turning into a drinking party, that’s not a good way to start the week. Well, I’ll stay sober, I thought, and Kevin, well Kevin’s poor life choices are his own. But when Brad stood up and stretched and I heard the words, “fuck it,” from his lips, I knew it was going to be a long night regardless of my maturity because they both wanted to get drunk. And just like that with those words we were on a mission to get liquor. Brad pulled on a shirt, retrieved his keys, wallet, and phone from the dresser by my bed, Kevin put on some shoes, and we were out the door. We walked the paths to the frat house with barely a word between us and when we got there Kevin hesitated for a moment before he stepped inside.<br />
<br />
Frat life wasn’t for him. He had quit soon after joining, so he was a bit of an unwanted guest, but there was barely anyone home so with a shrug of his shoulders we all went inside. Brad was quick to raid the supply in the kitchen and took two half-full bottles of vodka and a bottle of whiskey with no label. He handed them to Kevin in a grocery bag then we all went up to his room. I knew that Kevin didn’t want to be left alone and cornered by one of the frat brothers. Brad apologized for his messy room and started to look through his drawers. He tossed a couple of diapers on the bed, some clothes, then he pulled out something and covered it with both hands as he moved to Kevin.<br />
<br />
“Put out your hands,” he said.<br />
<br />
He did. And Brad placed a butt plug, his butt plug, there in his palm. At first he was fascinated by it in his drunken stupor but then he realized what it was and where it had been so he dropped it and pretended to be disgusted. At least in part he pretended because he really hammed it up with all the cries of disgust and wiping his hands on everything. He was about to step away and walk from the room when I decided to joke with him a little and wrapped him on the arm to get his attention.<br />
<br />
“Pick it up,” I said, “it won’t hurt you unless you put it up your butt and even then it might feel good, don’t be so scared. You were the one asking all the questions.”<br />
<br />
He looked to me then the plug, eventually he picked it up, handed it to Brad, then he wiped his hands on his jeans and walked from the room. Brad showed it to me with a grin before he stuck it in his overnight bag. I shook my head and we both laughed. Kevin waited just outside the room and we all walked out together. When we stepped out into the cool Fall air it felt like we had committed robbery, like we had gotten away with something. The frat guys would never notice the missing liquor, but it still felt like we had done something bad.<br />
<br />
By the time we made it back to the dorms we were all laughing and joking with each other with those little shoves and pulls guys do. When we got to the room we spilled inside and were cracking up about nothing. Brad set the first bottle on the desk, followed by the second and third with this resounding thud for each one. He poured shots with the vodka and we downed them. He poured again and we downed them. When he started on the third round I refused and Kevin drank it before going to his bed with a slice of pizza. He ate greedily and made a mess of himself with toppings falling all over his chest and sauce at the corners of his mouth. Brad looked to me and we shared a laugh.<br />
<br />
“I’m so drunk,” Kevin said, “this is the best. Who would have thought having a gay roomie and his boyfriend could be so much fun?”<br />
<br />
“I won’t take that as an insult,” I said.<br />
<br />
“You know what I mean,” he said, “this is great. I just have to pee.”<br />
<br />
Then Brad did something I didn’t expect, he took a diaper out of his bag and tossed it to Kevin. It landed in front of him and he stared at it. I watched as the different parts of his body flushed and changed color. His lips turned red. His hands turned red. The cheeks on his face, red. I shook my head a little and thought to change the way this was going when he took hold of it and began to rub the plastic material with his fingers. I could tell he was interested. He just wanted to know, to have the experience, tomorrow it might all be a memory but right then as we sat together, it felt like this given that he would do it. I expected him to go to the bathroom and do it himself but instead he looked to us.<br />
<br />
“One of you has to put me in it,” he said.<br />
<br />
“Which?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“It doesn’t matter, Brad,” he said.<br />
<br />
“Okay, strip down,” Brad said.<br />
<br />
“Do you think this is going too far?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“Have another shot,” Kevin replied.<br />
<br />
“Hey, don’t say-“<br />
<br />
“I’ve been warned all of my life and what good did that do me? I ended up repressed and hating myself,” Brad said, “let him enjoy it. Now strip.”<br />
<br />
Kevin got to his feet and swayed for a moment then steadied himself before he pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He stood up and put his hands out in victory as he stood before us with his little penis on display amongst a nest of pubic hair. It was cute just like him. I rolled my eyes though at this situation and I was glad it wasn’t me having to put the diaper on him when Brad pushed him backwards onto the bed and took hold of his feet when they popped up into the air. He pulled off my roommie’s shoes, his jeans, and his underwear, then he pulled him to the middle of the bed, lifted the other young man’s knees into the air. He sat between those legs, looked down over Kevin’s naked body and he shook his head as he laughed.<br />
<br />
“Is this the way it’s done? I bet you look real cute on your back,” Kevin said, “a big frat boy like you with all those muscles. I’d like to see that.”<br />
<br />
And there it was, this kind of admission, this feeling that he’d had, this fantasy of Brad on his back, a jock boy through and through, yet there he was just like Kevin with his knees in the air. It was the fantasy that got me excited every time we did it. Brad interrupted my thoughts with a playful slap to Kevin’s belly.<br />
<br />
“Keep being a smart ass and I’ll have to give you a spanking,” he said.<br />
<br />
“You wouldn’t dare,” Kevin replied with a ring of challenge to his voice.<br />
<br />
Brad spanked him, three times on the same cheek, but he spanked him. Kevin laughed. He actually laughed while being naked on his back in a room with two young, gay men, his knees in the air, his hole exposed. He laughed. Brad was quick to reposition him and place the diaper under his butt.<br />
<br />
“Do you want the full treatment?” I asked.<br />
<br />
“What’s the full treatment?”<br />
<br />
“I’ve got lotions and baby powder in my drawer here. It’ll really make the diaper experience memorable,” I said.<br />
<br />
“Trust me,” Brad added.<br />
<br />
“Hell yeah, give it to me daddy, I want it,” Kevin said.<br />
<br />
Brad spanked him again, this time it hurt and Kevin said so.<br />
<br />
“I’m not just going to let you keep spanking me,” he said.<br />
<br />
“Then behave yourself,” Brad replied.<br />
<br />
I got bottles from the drawer and handed them to Brad, then I stood there and looked down to Kevin who waited. I watched his tummy rise and fall with each breath, studied the way his cheeks were still rosy, and his nipples hardened at the ends of soft pectoral muscles. He was quite the sight as Brad put the powder on him first, then he held up the lotion for Kevin to see.<br />
<br />
“This next part, it’s not about gay or straight, it’s to protect your little butt from dry skin. Do you want me to put it on you?”<br />
<br />
“Yes please,” Kevin said.<br />
<br />
A note of civility, for all the play, for all the antics, he had found some sense of maturity in this little adventure of his. Brad spread lotion over his ass and the crevices of his thighs. I knew Brad was turned on by this. I was turned on by this. And yet we knew there were limits, this wasn’t someone we had picked up in the bar, this was my roommate. Brad fastened the diaper and pushed himself from the bed, stood next to me. We both looked down at him.<br />
<br />
“I feel like I need a pacifier,” he said.<br />
<br />
“Do you want to try the butt plug?” Brad asked.<br />
<br />
“No, nope, too far, I’m good,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I looked to Brad, whispered for him to strip down and he did. He stood there in his puffy diaper and rubbed the material for a moment absent mindedly. Kevin reached down to touch the crotch of his diaper and hesitated for a moment before he saw Brad doing it so he did the same. He rubbed the outside, front and back, just to feel it. We all laughed it off and I returned to my bed, Brad returned to the desk. Kevin moved to the wall where he placed a pillow and picked up his book. It was over.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
The adventure was over, I thought, but it didn’t have to be. Just what was I thinking? I wasn’t sure. Three drunk guys, two of them wearing diapers, on a college campus, Sunday night. Brad stretched and poured himself another drink. Kevin slipped a hand down the front of his diaper, just a little, just a few fingers, but it was there. We were bored.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What about going on a little adventure?” I asked.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I’m game,” Kevin said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Me too, I can finish this paper in the morning, just let me save it. What did you have in mind?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“A little walk around campus,” I said, “but, and here’s the but, you have to walk around in a diaper and a t-shirt, no pants.”<br />
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“No pants?” Kevin asked.<br />
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“No pants!” Brad shouted in celebration.<br />
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And we did, they did. We stepped out of the dorm room a few minutes later with both of them in white t-shirts and shoes, no pants. In the light they looked foolish and for a moment I considered making them take the elevator when the bell rang and some other people from the floor got off in conversation. We all considered running back inside the room but they went down a different hallway, but I could tell the sudden realization of being exposed, well they were both sweating, so I told them we could take the stairs.<br />
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Walking around a college campus at night is one thing, but doing it as we were, well it was something else. We didn’t mean anyone harm, just the opposite. We were so focused on ourselves and each other that it was this joke between us. We made it down the stairs and onto a path between the dorms that barely anyone ever used. We walked towards the woods, and it would have been easy to get lost amongst them, but there would also be the risk of being seen by passing cars and the few neighbors who lived near the college and who were always complaining about stuff like this, usually it was the frats, but that night it was us. So when I got the opportunity I steered us back toward campus because I figured if campus security saw us they’d probably laugh it off.<br />
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We walked all around campus that night, mostly stayed out of the buildings, just kind of hung around in different places, mostly stayed to the shadows. It was funny to see them run between buildings with just their shirts to cover them, and hide when they heard someone. But the only time we almost got caught was when we got closer to the dorms and we heard security making their rounds. Brad and Kevin hid behind a half wall, stood as close to it as possible and I just sat there on it trying to act like we didn’t have any other place to be. The security guard barely noticed us, but after he passed there were a few whistles and cat calls from the windows of a dorm, by the sound of it a woman. Both of them flushed with fear and ran. I tried to see what window, who had done it, but couldn’t make it out so I just shrugged my shoulders and followed after them back to the room.<br />
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Once again we burst into the room full of energy, but this time it died off when we got inside and felt warm again. Each of us went back to doing something, Kevin read his book, Brad wrote his paper, and I surfed the internet. But all we had to do was look at each other and we’d start laughing. The most awkward moment though was when Kevin stood up to use the bathroom. He looked to me and I shrugged my shoulders but when Brad noticed he shook his head.<br />
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“Try it,” Brad said.<br />
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“I can’t,” he replied.<br />
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“Do you mean you haven’t used it all night?” I asked.<br />
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“No, well yeah, I mean I peed a little when we were out, but like this time I really have to go and I don’t want to do it in front of you guys.”<br />
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“Don’t worry about,” I said.<br />
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“Wait, hold on, it’s the best feeling,” Brad said, “knowing and being there with a friend, someone you love,” he looked to me, “it’s wonderful. Just give it a try.”<br />
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He closed his eyes tight as he stood there and for a moment I didn’t think it would happen then we heard it, that unmistakable sound of someone pissing in a diaper. We laughed at it for a moment, then he farted, then he ran for the bathroom. Brad and I looked to each other and laughed it off. There are still some boundaries between friends. When he came back the diaper was barely clinging to his hips as he had pulled it off then back on after doing what he needed to do. Kevin was about to get into bed when Brad told him to wait.<br />
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“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.<br />
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“Not yet, but if you go to bed in a diaper like that you’re asking for spills. Pissing a diaper is one thing but pissing the bed is another because you have to do all these sheets and blankets, the mattress is ruined. I think you need a change.”<br />
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“Could you do it?” Kevin asked.<br />
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Brad was quick to jump to his feet. He finally had someone else to change. This time he waited for Kevin to get into place before he got into position and just like the last time he made him hold his knees in the air with his little dick pointed towards his belly and his hole exposed. It seemed so routine, so ordinary I didn’t watch and went back to surfing the net. I heard a few little whispers, giggles, and for a moment it caught my attention but I was getting tired and the alcohol was working on me so I didn’t think too much about it. So when Brad made his way over to me and crawled into bed, and he wrapped himself around me, put his lips to my ear and whispered that Kevin had asked him to put the butt plug in him I was surprised and for a moment disappointed that I hadn’t seen it, but just the thought of it, of him, there in his bed, my straight roommate with a butt plug in him and wearing just a diaper, well that was enough, and we fell asleep.<br />
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The next morning we were all awoken by the buzzing and ringing of Brad’s phone, and it was a good thing too, because we had all slept through our alarms. Brad rubbed the crusties from his eyes as he answered it. Kevin rolled over onto his back and for a moment I saw a look of panic on his face, then relief as I’m sure he pissed his diaper again. Brad looked to me though with renewed fear in his eyes, he held the phone away from his mouth.<br />
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“It’s my mother,” he said, “and she wants you to come home for Christmas break.”<br />
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“I’m not ready,” I whispered back.<br />
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“Too bad, you’re coming,” he said.<br />
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“No one will be coming if we both go to your home for Christmas,” I said.<br />
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“That’s kind of the point,” he said, “my parents want to meet you. Will your parents mind?”<br />
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I thought about it for a moment, then shook my head, my parents wouldn’t mind, they’d kill me, well not literally, but I hadn’t gone home for Thanksgiving. I had promised I’d be home for Christmas. But I could live with disappointing them, so I told him they wouldn’t mind and that I’d go. He looked relieved and told his mother as he went into the bathroom for privacy. Kevin sat up and threw his pillow at me and hit me. He ran his hand through his hair, looked down to his diaper.<br />
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“No regrets,” he said, “the butt plug feels weird, especially to wake up with it. Did you hear me jerking off last night? It felt so good when I was drunk.”<br />
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“I’m glad,” I replied with a groan of disgust. But the truth was all I could think about was Christmas break with Brad’s family. What kind of hell could this be?<br />
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<br />Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-57307266696331112592019-04-25T03:21:00.001-04:002019-04-25T03:21:54.460-04:00My Best Friend Is...<blockquote class="tr_bq">
My Best Friend Is A <strike>Vampire</strike> Homosexual</blockquote>
My Best Friend is a Vampire is a movie I remember fondly from my childhood, one of those B movie classics I saw on TV and was fascinated by right away. It was only a few years ago, after missing my opportunity to discuss the homosexual undertones of Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2 that I would consider this movie for the same reason, the many homosexual undertones, coming of age and coming out.<br />
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But first I'd like to set the environment of the 1980s. 1.) HIV/AIDS was a silent killer, families lived in denial and blamed cancer for a person's death 2.) From the heterosexual social perspective, which I witnessed personally, homosexuality was seen as an underground culture, the corruption of a young man by an older man 3.) This corruption used mens primal nature, yes men are depicted as heroes but they were also seen as predators, for many straight people this underground society was about sex in saunas and back alleys 4.) This was the baby boomers in their prime, life was an adventure, TV was boring and people didn't watch that much of it 5.) The decade that gave us participation trophies also gave us World's Greatest Dad mug, okay the last one was personal, but still it should be noted.<br />
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Just read the description on imdb: "after a sexual encounter with a beautiful client, a teenage delivery boy finds himself being turned into a vampire.” Though this could apply to any teenage vampire story let's consider just what happens.<br />
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This story begins with a dream, “the beginning to this bizarre story” is a fantasy, the protagonist, Jeremy Capello sits among the band incapable of playing an instrument, not able to be normal, heterosexual, despite the most popular girl finding him attractive and instead he finds interest in another girl, the nerdy, gender ambiguous girl. But he is powerless to his desire, and this is the important part, though these characters may be female, they represent his sexuality, as he receives a note from the second young woman and he pursues her into the, “girl’s locker room, no man’s land, the forbidden zone” and he has “heard the horror stories of men being castrated and made to pass out towels for eternity, a living hell I could do without” and then he sees “her” this gender ambiguous woman who wants to take a shower, make love, and he’s moving too fast, tries to resist when there is a stranger, represented as a vampire, and though he tells her, this vampire, that he is looking for Darla, she begins to seduce him and when he refuses his dream becomes a nightmare and he finds himself stripped and about to be castrated when he awakens.<br />
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The next time he meets this vampire is when he delivers groceries to her home, she is fantasy realized. In part it could be said she entered his fantasy or rather his fantasy came true. She lives in a lair far from the town that he must explore in order to find the vampire who instantly attempts to seduce him by licking his finger to deal a wound he received from the cat. As he resists he is confronted by his desire repeatedly until he promises to return to see her again at night, historically a time when homosexuals go out ‘cruising’ for sex. He does return to the vampire and is turned, and though as imdb.com states this is a "sexual encounter" there is no sex, but rather he is bitten and turned into a vampire.<br />
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But it is when Modoc arrives that I see the homosexual undertones of the story and the homophobia. As I said homosexuals were often depicted as older men who groomed and converted men into this secret society. They used men's primal nature, their lust and need for sex, their willingness to put their penis anywhere for pleasure. Jeremy mistakes him as an agent from the Health Department, a stranger who shows up to his room in the middle of the night, this man reveals not only his true nature as a vampire but Jeremy's new lifestyle.<br />
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Modoc explains about how he knows how Jeremy was bitten by a ‘sordid’ woman, and that she was ‘infected’, when Modoc explains that he is not from the Health Department Jeremy attempts to flee but Modoc uses his mind control abilities to get him to stop. He asks if the young man has experienced anything unusual to which he responds that Modoc is the ‘unusual’ thing he noticed. Modoc calls attention to the barking dogs, who have been persistent in the background from the beginning of the scene, and that they ‘know’ about him, that the true nature of the ‘infection’, is “a legacy of a signet society which has endured for centuries” and “you’re not like other people anymore” and that he has “new desires” that he will “no longer tred with ordinary men” and that he is in fact “a vampire.” In the moment of his revelation, what could be considered to himself, his mother interrupts their dialogue as she believes she heard a man’s voice, Modoc, who escapes out the window.<br />
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It is this relationship with Modoc that is the biggest clue, the suggestion of a grooming relationship between an older man and a younger man. He isn't just a mentor, and whether conscious or unconscious, the grooming relationship plays out in many ways. Grooming was the suspected way for many people of how old men turned young men gay, as it was generally believed that all men were motivated by their penises. The concept that by becoming a vampire he becomes an outcast of normal society and a member of a secret society.<br />
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His “new desires” are that he goes to the ‘meat market’ and though at first he looks over the cuts of meat, desires them, he settles for ‘pig’s blood’ which the butcher refers to as, ‘his first time’ and this blood that he buys, his first impulse is to puke, but upon first tasting it he likes it and soon drinks it down. He can’t believe it but he accepts that he is a vampire. This revelation changes his life as he finds himself staying up all night, sleeping all day, and collecting fine bottles of swine blood, all of which told via montage until he is once again with Modoc toasting with pig blood beers. But he questions why it happened to him as he had been well behaved. It is then that Modoc explains to him the advantages of being a vampire, that for every decade he ages a single year, and that with a long life he can meet fascinating people, and that with time on his side he can pursue his interests to the fullest, that vampires can even be president, though he won’t reveal who.<br />
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Modoc explains that, “whether you’re a vampire or a regular person” he must set goals, make plans, live a full life, live several of them. But none of those things are appealing without his love, Darla Blake, and that’s when Modoc explains the “powers” that come along with being a vampire, “a certain irresistible charm.” He is now emboldened to pursue Darla, the gender ambiguous young woman from his ‘dreams’ and they begin to date. Of note here is that when her parents take pictures of them with Polaroid cameras he doesn’t appear in the developed pictures as he cannot be photographed as he is a vampire, once again pointing out his strangeness. That their relationship should be in a way a performance or a secret.<br />
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When his best friend Ralph visits, his parents question the friend who explains that he is having ‘girl problems’ but once in the bedroom and he questions him about the ‘white van’ that has been following them, Jeremy decides to admit it, “I’ve got something to tell you. I’m a vampire,” to which is friend replies, “that’s cool” and that he accepts him, until he really begins to explain what that means. This is a positive note to the story, that his friend should accept him without really understanding him, but also we see the struggle to tolerate Jeremy's new behaviors, that he drinks blood to which the friend is disgusted. Blood as a metaphor for gay sex.<br />
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Upon exiting the house Jeremy’s parents question him again about their son to which he replies that, “some things are too personal.” And though he seems to accept him, that they are still friends he does not discuss and process what this means but rather needs space and time to think. And it is not necessarily friendship that reunites them but when his friend decides to use Jeremy’s powers to get women, a perfect wing man, they end up in a club where the vampire hunters attempt to kill him. Jeremy attempts to use his powers on the women who take no notice, but the weak willed assistant vampire hunter is turned by this accidentally and wants to be his friend’s “love slave” and attempts to dance with him. A homosexual act by mind control, and that the assistant accidentally falls prey, a weak willed man. But also in some way he could simultaneously represent both characters, Jeremy and his friend as he represents the dynamic of power.<br />
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The Professor breaks the mind control and they give chase. Eventually they capture his friend Ralph, who they believe is the vampire, and attempt to kill him. It is Jeremy who interrupts their ritual sacrifice and asks them to prove that Ralph is a vampire to which he fails all tests: by cross, by garlic, and that the only means left is a stake, but that a stake would kill anyone. <br />
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After being released Ralph accidentally reveals Jeremy is the vampire when they hug and he is still wearing garlic. They are then chased through the cemetery and Jeremy attempts to defend himself with his powers and he has the ability to kill the vampire hunter after disarming him he takes mercy on the man and asks to live in peace. “We’re not all insidious” and soon more vampires appear, they show up as a whole group, and the man fears, “what will they do with me?” <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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“What’ll happen to him?” Jeremy asks.<br />
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“What better way to vanquish an enemy than to make him an ally,” Modoc replies.<br />
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In its finality there is the suggestion that men can be turned and weakened to lust, but I find myself unsure of the films motives. I attempted to look up the writer Tab Murphy but found nothing to suggest his sexuality or even if any of what I suggested was implied. And though I find it has homosexual undertones I ask myself if they are in fact implied by the homophobia I also see in the film that also may not have been intended. Either way for me this captures a subtle depiction of what homosexuality was depicted to be by media and religious organizations.<br />
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One last note, why this movie is so important to me. As a child I knew I was not like the others. I did not want a wife and kids, nor did I feel the expectation of that from my parents, but rather I wanted a unique life, one of experiences and knowledge. Though homosexuals may not actually age one year for every ten, though we wished it were true, it was the line about living multiple lives, of meeting interesting people that struck me and left a deep, positive impression for me. I thought about it for a long time and for me it settled some of my fears.Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-65237234233130896392019-01-31T00:57:00.000-05:002019-01-31T00:57:51.166-05:00PIG - Pretty Important Guy<b>Pretty</b><br />
<b>Important</b><br />
<b>Guy</b><br />
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<b><u>Content Advisory</u></b>: Contains scenes of non-consent, humiliation, spanking, finger penetration, masturbation, ejaculation, and degradation.<br />
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Being a large man has its benefits and problems, but one of the benefits is most people move out of my way, especially smaller dudes. I don't push people around, far from it, but it's usually just easier for them to move, so when I rounded the corner in the locker room to find a short, college guy there I just expected him to move.<br />
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Instead he stood there and looked me in the eyes, not being one to back down I stared back until he poked me in the belly and broke into laughter. There I stood in my underwear, white t-shirt tucked into my briefs on my way to the shower and this little guy poked me.<br />
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"I'm sorry, you look too much like the dough boy," he said, "laugh for me."<br />
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But I just stood there, embarrassed and angered, my hands balled into fists, my face turned red, but I just stood there with my towel over my shoulder as I tried to not yell or punch him. He poked me again, laughed more. I stepped closer and got in his face.<br />
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"Little brats like you need a spanking, that's the problem of the youth today, no spankings, no corporal punishment, can't even grab hold of someone in case it goes on the internet."<br />
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"Who is going to give it to me? Not you dough boy, just look at you, I'd whoop your ass."<br />
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Our threats had been made and for a moment neither of us yielded, but then somehow he declared himself victor and walked away. I shrugged it off and mostly forgot about it.<br />
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A few days later when I was back at the gym and working out on the bench press when two figures stepped beside me. I looked up to see the young man, ready to exercise in gym shorts and tank top, he stood next to a tougher looking friend who had tattoos.<br />
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"My friend wants to talk to you," the young man said.<br />
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"Look, I don't want any trouble, just let it be," I said.<br />
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"Oh, he doesn't want trouble," they mocked.<br />
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I sat up, wiped the sweat from my brow and looked to them as they waited with crossed arms.<br />
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"Give me both of your names, I'm reporting you for harassment."<br />
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"Roger," the first one said.<br />
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"Elliot," the second replied.<br />
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"Wait right here then," I said as I stood.<br />
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Even just by a few feet away I was twice their size, but the second one, Elliot, had a look in his eyes so I tried to stare back. He bit his lip and puffed up his shoulders so I flexed my arms a little, the only muscle that's impressive for me.<br />
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"Whatever," he said, and they both walked away.<br />
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I stood confused, eventually I went back to my routine, when I finished I went back to the locker room. I stripped off my exercise clothes, put my towel over my shoulder, and I was headed to the showers when I heard that familiar giggle. The locker room was otherwise empty, one of those off times during the regular business day, and I just felt it, this panic in my shoulders I hadn't felt since I was a boy. I'd have to confront them both, right there, in my underwear at a public gym.<br />
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"Where you going fat boy?"<br />
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It was Elliot. The words stuck in me like pins. It even made me wince. I turned to see them. Roger was in shorts stained with sweat. Elliot stood there shirtless, his muscled chest covered in tattoos.<br />
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"No, I told you he's the dough boy," Roger replied.<br />
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"What is it? Are you a fat boy or a dough boy?"<br />
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"Neither, just leave me alone."<br />
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"That depends, are you going to move out of our way from now on?"<br />
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I turned and started to walk away.<br />
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"If I have to come after you I'm going to give you that spanking you threatened to give my friend yesterday. Now get back over here and deal with us like the men we are."<br />
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I turned and walked right up to them, yeah I was an old man standing in front of them in my underwear, but I'd stopped being embarrassed about my body. Elliot looked me up and down. Roger held back laughter.<br />
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"Do you think you're a tough guy?" Elliot asked, "because I'm tougher."<br />
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"Both of you deserve a spanking," I replied.<br />
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That's when I made my second big mistake. I tried to grab hold of Elliot. I don't even know what I'd do after, I just reached for him. That's when he grabbed my pinky and bent it back. I cried out in pain, tried to get away, but as I turned he twisted which brought me to my knees. I whimpered. They laughed.<br />
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"I could beat you up old man, give you a spanking, but I'm not going to-"<br />
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"Thank you," I pleaded as he still held my finger.<br />
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"-but that's as long as you do something for me."<br />
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"Anything," I said as I expected he wanted money.<br />
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"Anything?"<br />
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"Did dough boy just offer anything?"<br />
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He let go of my finger and I cradled it.<br />
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"Assume the position over this bench," he ordered.<br />
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I did. There I was at my gym in the locker room over a bench with my big ass stuck out and vulnerable. Roger took hold of the waistband and pulled the cloth snug over my cheeks. Elliot ran his pointer finger between them to let the cloth settle into my crack and let me know just how vulnerable I was. They both laughed then they both swatted me at the same time, one used his left hand, the other his right, both cheeks felt it.<br />
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It had been a long time since I had been spanked. At first it didn't feel like anything, just these flat hands that made this clapping sound, but as they continued to strike me, after the shock had worn off, I realized the pain built up. Not just in my butt, my hands and knees against the hard, tiled floor, my belly against the wooden bench.<br />
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One of them took hold of my underwear and pulled it to my knees. There I was on all fours, the fabric stretched between my open thighs, my little dick and shrunken balls hung down to feel the cool air. My cheeks slightly open, they continued to slap them, each hit affirmed their shape and size. My butt was no longer this extra part of me, this function, a tool, something between my legs and my back.<br />
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My butt was in pain and it was getting worse. They spanked every inch of soft flesh, each impact confirmed the shape, the size of my butt and its ability to absorb the blow. They spanked me until the skin felt warm and tingly, little points of pain that radiated through my body. They spanked me until I lost control of my muscles and they twitched and spasmed without my control. They turned that part of my body against me. And I began to cry.<br />
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Cold droplets leaked from between my eyelids and down to my lips. I could taste the saltiness of my tears, my nose became stuffy. I had lost control, not only of the situation, a situation I could have walked away from, but of myself. This ball of pain in my stomach that I had unknowingly been carrying around with me, this tight ball of fear, it was like the breeding ground for snakes, it wriggled and squirmed up through me into these howls of desperation. The two young men finally stopped and I fell into this quiet sob, fully aware of just how humiliated I had been, unable to run I just lay there.<br />
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Roger stepped in front of me and squatted down, took hold of the hair on my head to turn it and look me in the eyes. He wiped the tears from my face with his free hand then licked them from his fingers as he laughed at me. This big grin on his face he wiped up more tears then put his fingers to my lips. With one last grasp at my pride I tried to refuse.<br />
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"This finger is going in your hole boy," he said, "the only lubricants are your tears and your spit."<br />
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I opened my mouth but he didn't push in all of the way, no he touched my lips as if to confirm I had opened them just for him and his finger. He ran it along the shape, smooth across the bottom. He played with that little bump in the middle of my top lip.<br />
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When he touched his finger to my tongue it was salty and bitter, I wanted to spit it out or bite down on it, but I knew I was too vulnerable, too defeated, so he pressed inside all of the way to my throat. That's when I realized he didn't just want the spit from my mouth but the mucous from my throat as I began to choke he held me in place by my hair.<br />
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Two fingers, his two fingers, across my tongue, back and forth until I felt like I was going to pass out from lack of air and exhaustion. He let go of my hair, pulled his fingers from my face, but I just laid there over the bench. He walked around behind me, put his finger between my butt cheeks, right to the hole, and he pressed into that ring of flesh, right into me, inside, all of the way to his last knuckle of his pointer finger. Slowly he pulled out, for a moment I thought it was over, then he pushed two inside, the pointer and the middle, both went deep and wide, wider than anything I had ever stuck up there. Wider than my own finger, wider than a thermometer. I let out a whimper and he pulled out.<br />
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He was done with me. They were done with me. Or so I thought. Roger pulled me from the bench and let me fall to the floor on my side, then he rolled me onto my back where he sat on my chest and took hold of my nipples and pulled on my soft breasts.<br />
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"Squeal piggy, I want to hear you squeal."<br />
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This little piggy squealed. He twisted and pulled on my nipples and soft man boobs until the pain became something else, this inescapable force. He only stopped when he realized I had stopped reacting, then he slapped my face and commanded me to open my eyes, which I did. I looked up to see him, his small framed body sat upon me in victory. He pulled down the front of his shorts to show me his erect dick trapped by the jock, the bulbous head peaked out over the waistband. He looked into my eyes as he pulled the pouch down under his balls to show me just how big and stiff it was. He took hold of it, stroked it, with just a few movements of his hand he bucked his hips and warm, creamy ejaculate covered my face. Elliot stepped beside him and looked down at me, let a long string of spit descend from his lips to mine.<br />
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There I lay on my back, covered in their fluids, my stretched out underwear at my ankles, exhausted and gasping for air. Roger fed me his cum from my face, then stood and tucked his dick back inside his jock where he adjusted it before he pulled the front of his shorts up. He was done with me. They were done with me, but somehow, somewhere deep in my soul I knew I wanted more.<br />
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<br />Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-5433307005209828842018-11-12T12:10:00.000-05:002018-11-12T12:13:50.196-05:00Junkyard Dog Part 01<div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">
When I got the opportunity to travel for my work I took it as I Iove driving and at first it was a bit of an adventure but after two days on the road in a row the motels feel meaningless, the car like a cell, drive all day every day. So I always decided to take the adventures offered to me, go forth boldly, I told myself. But no matter how much courage you have, no matter how much drive, life has a funny way of slowing things down and putting things in perspective.</div>
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At least that’s what I tried to tell myself when my car’s engine seized up in the middle of farm country and I had to pull to the side of the road. There was this feeling of anger and disappointment. Had it been preventable? Was it a mistake on my mechanic’s part or myself? When did I take it to the mechanic last? How many miles had it been? Was I pushing the car too much? I popped the hood, got out, walked in front, opened it and stood there staring at mechanical parts and wires. I knew the concept of how a car worked, even did an oil change or two with my father, but this was real work, greasy and dirty work. I was dressed for the office.</div>
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My first call was to work to tell them I broke down. My second call was to the company representatives I was supposed to meet that day to offer insurance policies. After that it was the long, annoying call to my car service agency who took some notes then transferred me to a towing agency. I was surprised when I got a young man’s voice on the phone, a young man who had that ring of sincerity. I told him where I had broken down and gave him a description of my car and myself. Then I waited. I tried to do work, tried to think of things I needed to do, but there was so little to contemplate because I knew if I just adjusted my schedule a little there would be little inconvenience.</div>
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The tow truck pulled in behind me and I looked up into the rear view mirror. Great, I thought, the rough world of blue collar workers. I prepped myself for a heavy set, beer guzzling, old, and white man to waddle up to my car, bark a few orders, then take over as he towed my car back. I’d have to sit in the cab and pretend like I didn’t exist just so he wouldn’t suspect me of being the gay deviant I am. So when I looked in the side mirror and saw none of those things I was surprised. He was handsome and young, with a head full of hair that bounced easily then settled into place with barely a stray. I looked up through the window to him. He had a handsome face, chestnut colored eyes. He motioned for me to lower the window so I did.</div>
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He asked me what had happened and I told him. We went through a few tests together, nothing got it to start, so he told me to wait in the cab while he did what he needed to do to tow it. I collected my bag and my suitcase and did just that. The cab was clean and new, barely smelled of anything, maybe leather. There’s hope yet, I told myself, maybe I’m not stuck in the backwoods just yet. He moved back and forth from the cab to outside as needed and in five minutes later we were on the road again, this time pulling my car. And there was this kind of silence between us.</div>
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At first I felt like an alien, so constructed in my suit and tie, so put together. Please have mercy on this soft salesman, I thought, I’m in a strange land and I don’t know anybody. My sins are my own, I promise I won’t even look at anyone sexually. I won’t have sex with anyone. It’ll be like I was never here. I said all of those things to myself and yet, well, I kept looking at him. Because he was beautiful. At first it was little glances, just to check out his boots, his jumpsuit, but then it was the little things like the name tag: Spike, and the bracelets of leather cord and fine chain with these little charms. He wore three necklaces, a cross, a pentagram, and a class ring. He had tattoos on his hands, his forearms, and his neck. He had blemished his skin and yet I wanted to know where else they were. Did he have them on his muscled chest? Did he have them on his thighs? Maybe one of those whimsical joke ones on his ass. I bit my lip and tried to think of something else and yet there was nothing else and before I could stop myself I just started talking. I told him about myself, about my schedule and my business, I told him about my apartment in the city and how I like to have cookouts on my deck next to my hot tub.</div>
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That was the final straw. I thought I saw he had gotten bored, or at least tired of pretending to be interested and he had this half annoyed look on his face so I just shut up. Why did I have to say anything about the hot tub, the deck, the apartment? I should have kept my mouth shut and my stomach started to twist as I sat there. He was going to overcharge me on principle alone, but now that I had told him how about my life he knew, or could guess how much money I have and he’d really have me. I’d have to pay him anything just to get out of there. Just shut up, I told myself.</div>
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“What, oh no, it’s just, I’m nervous about how this will effect work and when I get nervous I talk a lot and when I talk a lot I say the wrong thing.”</div>
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“Great,” I said, now just- “Do they let you work on cars with all of those bracelets and necklaces?”</div>
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I had done it. I had said the one thing I was thinking. I was sunk. But he let out a laugh, ruffled his hair, then looked to me.</div>
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There it was. I had been staring at him, that’s why I kept talking, because if I talked that meant eye contact, the social practice of building a relationship with another person. It was how I did my business, to notice the way others interact and mirror back, even change up, that interaction to get what I wanted from them, sell insurance. I had this whole theory about it, social function, introduction, handshake, small talk, a joke, eye contact, and if the person seemed okay with it, especially if the other person started first, touching each other, those little gestures of a hand on the shoulder and forearm. I did none of those things. I had been staring at him, consuming him with my eyes.</div>
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“I know it’s weird but I’m kind of a collector of things. It’s not necessarily something I believe so much as people I’ve known. But don’t worry, I don’t work on cars. I mean I know how but I’m more of the retriever guy. Do this, get that, fetch a car, I’m more of a people person.”</div>
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And I felt like at that moment I was sitting next to my doppelganger, a person just like me but with a different life. He had the tattoos I always wanted. He had the ability to work on cars. He was beautiful and yet when people saw him they knew who and what he was. When they saw me they saw a tool. I had carefully tailored my image and yet there was nothing unique about me, my construction was to look like someone else. I wanted to tell him right then but I saw the sign for garage and fell silent. For once I had nothing to say as he pulled into the lot, drove to the office and told me to wait inside. I got out with my bags and carried them in to find the craggily old man I had expected to get my car. He looked me over, then sat and picked up some papers.</div>
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“No I was just, I mean, I um, well, I think it’s Spike there, he just dropped me off and well, I came in here and I don’t know if I’m supposed to talk with you or wait for him, and well, I have to get back on the road. You see I’m an insurance-“</div>
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“You’ll have to wait for Spike,” he said, “I’m going on a smoke break.”</div>
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He got up and walked out of the room. “And fuck you very much,” I mumbled to myself as I looked around at the walls and noted the photographs of a sponsored baseball team as well as pictures of family, cutouts of cartoons from newspapers, and one trophy fish missing an eye. I was about to laugh to myself when Spike came in through the door with a clipboard in his hand. He told me that they’d have to look it over first and run some tests, then they’d give me the options.</div>
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“But the thing is, and I’m truly sorry for this, but we have a bunch of work that needs to be done today and well, you’ll probably have to stay the night.”</div>
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“I don’t know the motels in the area, but something mid-level like a Cloud Nine or something, I don’t have a lot of money but I’m not sleeping with the fleas.”</div>
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“Now your car service company said something about a loaner car, but we ain’t got much like that. I mean we have a few cars we loan to people but well, it’s just for people to use locally. We don’t want to chase anybody down.”</div>
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“Okay, well, unless you plan on driving around I guess I can take you to the hotel,” he said. “Just let me get changed into some street clothes.”</div>
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“I didn’t think you’d be the bar type, well not local bars.”</div>
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“I know. I should be drinking a martini and laughing about the stock market but-“</div>
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“No, well, actually, I’m a stay at work kind of guy. Because when I go home, when I’m alone, well, I drink, and things have been going really well for me recently. I don’t want to fall down that rabbit hole. So maybe if I go out-“</div>
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“Well, I’ll loan you some,” he said, “you’re about my size.”</div>
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“Actually, could we go somewhere and I could buy some?”</div>
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He pulled into one of those chain dollar stores and we went inside together. He showed me where the jeans were then we walked around the store and I got other things like junk food and even a paperback novel and playing cards. We were walking around when he stopped in the pets section and went over to the bowls. He squatted down and picked one up.</div>
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“Do you need a new bowl for your dog?” I asked.</div>
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“No, I’m thinking of adopting a new one,” he said, “pick out some chew toys you think a puppy might like. I’ll pay for them.”</div>
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“Hey, don’t worry about it,” I said, “company card.”</div>
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“Great,” he replied, “get a couple then.”</div>
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“This one looks cute,” I said taking one, a stuffed giraffe, from the metal rod, “and this one, and I like this one.”</div>
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“Nice,” he replied before taking his cell phone from his pocket. He sent a quick text message then returned his attention to me and crossed his arms in playful thought. “Do you know what you need if we’re going to the bar tonight?”</div>
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“You need some boots, not expensive ones, and since I know how you feel about wearing other people’s clothes we should get some here.”</div>
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“Okay,” I said, and we walked to the boots section where he picked out a pair for me. It felt weird following him around because I kept thinking about what other people thought. These were the type of people I had left behind. These were the people I had grown up with. They didn’t like me. And I didn’t like them. But being with Spike somehow made it okay. He had this charm about him that I thought would ease all contact between me and them.</div>
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I paid for everything and after I loaded the trunk he got a response text message from someone. He laughed a little and looked to me as I got in the passenger seat. “You won’t believe it,” he said, “I’ve got to pick up a dog crate for someone. We’ll have to put it in the back seat.”</div>
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“Right now?”</div>
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“No,” I said, “it’s fine.”</div>
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And yet I felt this nervousness as it felt like he was dragging me along through this town, farther and deeper into it than I would like, that I felt comfortable seeing. He drove to the opposite side of town, down a dirt road and into the forest a little to a cabin. The title of every horror movie about cabins and featuring cabins in the title flashed through my brain, and yet he got out and seemed so casual. I looked around from the cage with the baying hound to the window where a candle burned. This was just like where I grew up. The front door opened and a young man stepped out, shirtless and barefoot, the jeans barely clung to his bare hips, no underwear. His hair hadn’t been cut in years so it almost reached his shoulders in this shaggy half combed disorder. He laughed and held out his arms for a hug as he walked to Spike. They hugged, I heard flesh slap flesh for a moment before they stepped to me and I was introduced. His name was Luke and they had been best friends for a long time, “since before our peckers had hair,” as Luke put it. He led us to where the cage was, said he had just cleaned it and dried it, which it looked like he had, then I watched as they carried it to the car. I just stood there with my hands in my pockets. They had looked at each other, shrugged, then they did it. And I just stood there. </div>
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When I got back into the car I felt a bit of a dolt, you know one of those funny sounds The Three Stooges make when they are hit on their heads, well I felt like that as they loaded it in the backseat. I could tell there was effort involved. But when he got back into the car he didn’t say anything just drove on and took me to my motel. When we pulled in front of the management office he pulled out his cell phone and looked at a message and laughed before telling me to go rent a room and he’d get my stuff. He started to type as I left him. </div>
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The hotel was the kind of place that had once been the five star local, the type of place that existed for large families to stay for the weekend while visiting the lake. It was the type of place where people partied in the 70s with rails of coke and lots of polaroid pictures of naked antics. And now the old timers worked hard to keep it running as best they could, the slow gathering of dirt and cracks were overlooked by their poor sight and sense of nostalgia. The desk attendant was an old, bald man who chewed on an unlit cigar and talked out of the corner of his mouth. He rented me a room easy enough but nothing was run through right away, they took an impression. How the hell did they get away with this? I might not see the charges for days, I stopped myself short of business advice, handed the guy my card, took the key, went outside and moved the car. </div>
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The room was on the second floor, there was a wooden staircase on both sides of the front of the hotel, my room was on the second floor near the middle. I was grateful that Spike helped me carry everything up and inside. Just over the threshold I stopped to look around, the whole room was larger than my first apartment. There was a lounge area, a dining area with bar, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedroom doors. The bedrooms themselves were actually separate from the hotel room. Who would have thought some backwoods place would have spacious accommodations. In the city a place like this would be a couple thousand dollars, especially with all of the space, but here, yeah, it was a little worn around the corners but it was still nice to have.</div>
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Spike set everything on the bed then sat and scratched behind his ear. I wasn’t sure if he was going to stay or go as I thought he had done everything I needed and yet I liked having him there so I didn’t mind if he stayed. He laughed and sent another message before looking up to me.</div>
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“Go get a shower,” he said, “we’re going out.”</div>
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“We’ll be irresistible,” I said.</div>
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I went into the bathroom and closed the door, stripped, then got into the shower. The warm water relaxed my muscles, the sound of the spray made me forget the sounds of the world. There was no work, there were no clients, this was how life was supposed to be lived, well part of life. I cleaned myself thoroughly, and by the time I stepped out and picked up a towel I felt like a tube, as if everything could pass through me.</div>
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When I stepped out of the bathroom I was surprised to see that not only was Spike still sitting there but that he had turned on many of the lights, got himself a drink, and turned on the television. There were signs of life and it was a nice feeling even if he was a bit messy. I cleaned up after him then went to my suitcase and opened it. For a moment I remembered that I thought I had set the zipper towards the wall and away from the chair but this way I had to stand so that, so that Spike could see me in my towel. I smirked at the thought and laughed it off as wishful thinking.</div>
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So I kept my butt towards him and just like I had done all of my life I went through the skilled art of keeping my towel wrapped around my waist while pulling on a pair of underwear. It’s a tricky thing to do, especially so you don’t trip over yourself. I did it with ease and even kept the towel wrapped around my waist as I pulled out the new pair of jeans. That was trickier and I actually did almost fall over, the towel landed on the ground and I hopped around a little. It was a funny sight. You might have seen it online. Anyway, I got them up and finished dressing, even down to the cowboy boots and flannel shirt, looked to Spike who sat doing something on his phone.</div>
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“In a minute,” he said.</div>
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“So you still wear tighty whities? I would have thought it was silk boxers.”</div>
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“Not for me,” I replied.</div>
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“I’m not sure if I could handle being all held like that, but I guess when you’ve got a, you know, that it helps keep the little fella from banging around.”</div>
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“Little?”</div>
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“I saw what I saw. That towel wasn’t doing much for you.”</div>
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“Hey, I’m a grower not a shower,” I said.</div>
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When we got to the car I stopped but he kept walking. I was partially insulted by making the joke in public but I wasn’t offended so I stood confused. He got about five feet away and turned to me then motioned for me to follow and started to walk away again. I ran a little to catch up and tried to walk in stride with him.</div>
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“Aren’t we taking the car?”</div>
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“Naw, this is the only bar in town, right next to the hotel so if people get too drunk they can just screw there. That’s how my mom and dad met. I was conceived in that very room.”</div>
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I saw what he was doing, making fun of the way I seemed to react to everyone in town. And yet there was this kind of humor to it because I imagined it was hard for him too. Was I the person who escaped? Did he want to be me at some time in this life or like me? Was I his failed dream? Just go with the flow, I told myself. And I walked along with him. We arrived at this large country bar and grill that had two sides, one for fighting and one for fucking, no really, it was one for dining and one for drinking. We ended up at the bar. </div>
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One shot of bourbon and one beer each just to start the night. The bar was crowded with people at the pool table, at the bar, at half of the tables. All of them were eating so I knew it had to be the food. A jukebox in the corner played loud Honky Tonk music, and I started to notice most of the people were in their fifties and sixties, dressed in their finest duds and reliving their youth. </div>
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“So who you looking to take back to your room tonight?” he asked.</div>
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“What?” I asked, then it kind of caught up to me, “everyone here is over forty.”</div>
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“Aren’t you over forty?” he asked.</div>
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“Watch it, you know what I mean, they’re in their fifties… sixties?”</div>
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“It’s senior citizen night,” he said.</div>
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“Senior citizen night at a country bar, now I’ve seen everything,” I replied.</div>
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“Senior citizen night at the Tiger Fish Lake Country Club,” he corrected.</div>
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“Country club?” I asked but he didn’t respond and paused for a moment. It was another of my ill assumptions, one of my judgements.</div>
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“Who are you looking for dudes or ladies?”</div>
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Dudes or ladies, was he trying to be subtle and ask my sexuality? It was cute and I really wanted to say something. I really wanted to tell him dudes and yet that fear of him suddenly turning on me, I pushed the thoughts from my mind and decided to have a little fun with him, test him.</div>
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“All these old people around I might just end up taking you back to my room and shagging the hell out of you,” I said.</div>
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“Get enough beers in me and we might just do that,” he replied. "But not with your little dick. I'd need a man hung like a horse, then I might consider it."</div>
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My eyes bulged at the thought of him taking dick. There was no way. Was there? Straight or gay we decided to drink and the more we drank and the more of his friends started dropping by and soon I was paying for a few guys. But when the women got involved it got to be more fun. I wasn’t just this closet homosexual. I was one of the guys, drinking, and laughing. That’s when I was asked to dance by one of the women. I refused at first but eventually she dragged me and the rest of them up there. So we did it. We drank and laughed and told dirty jokes.</div>
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Line dancing was a lot of fun, and I made small talk with a few of the cowboys and their wives, even passed out my business card when they asked. It was a party and we left there with this bond between us, this kind of rubber band feeling that we didn’t want to be too far away from each other, even when we took turns pissing in the back alley, it was casual. We made it back to the room and moved to the couch. We sat next to each other, both half drunk. We looked into each other’s eyes and that’s when I felt his hand at my neck. I knew his arm was back there but I didn’t expect his hand to gently touch my neck. He ran his finger up the back of my head and felt the way it bristled. Down was smooth but up, I could feel it and he could feel it, the way the hairs moved between his fingers it tickled both of us. And I knew. I knew he was going to kiss me. I wanted it so bad. He started to move and I closed my eyes.</div>
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The hand on the back of my neck, he pulled me into his lips and he kissed me. I tried to kiss back but eventually I gave myself over to him and that’s when I felt his right hand on my crotch. He undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and was about to reach into my underwear when I stopped him.</div>
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“Don’t worry about it, I saw your little pecker. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, unless you want to be embarrassed. Do you boy?”</div>
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He moved over me for a moment, nose to nose, then he grabbed hold of my feet and took off my boots, my jeans, ripped open my flannel shirt and pulled it from my arms until I was in an undershirt and briefs. He laughed at me and I looked up at him.</div>
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“Your skin is green,” he said, “don’t you know you’re supposed to wash flannel boy? I’m going to have to give you a spanking and then a bath before we can have too much fun.”</div>
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A spanking and a bath? But I didn’t have time to think because he took hold of my ear and pulled me from the couch, dragged me to the a full length closet mirror. He stood behind me and made me look into it. I saw us, our two bodies intertwined and he looked over my shoulder at the both of us as he grabbed my little pecker and my balls. He bit my shoulder with a kiss.</div>
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“What are you?” he asked.</div>
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“What kind of boy?”</div>
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“And what do naughty boys get?”</div>
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His hands went to my ass and he grabbed both cheeks. I jumped a little and so did my dick. It was poking out from my body and it looked tiny in the reflection, barely noticeable, until he took hold of it, separated the shaft from my balls and tucked it along my left thigh. With his other hand he spanked me on my left cheek and bit my neck again.</div>
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“What are you boy and what do you deserve?”</div>
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He was quick after that confession to pull me by the hand to the bed where he placed a boot on the frame and held his knee in the air. Actually over the knee, I thought, but it was too late because he put me over it with ease and soon I was looking down at the floor, cut in half with just his thigh holding me in the air. I let my hands fall down past my head as all of the blood rushed to it. Just the feeling against my stomach hurt but when he brought down that first hand it caught me by surprise. There was this sharp pain but it didn’t linger and for a moment I almost laughed it off until he spanked me the second time, then the third time, and he lit into me with a flurry of spanks.</div>
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The pain had this kind of ebb and flow. It would concentrate in one area for a moment, my mind would be thinking of just that one spot and then it would move and go somewhere else, usually back to my butt. He paused again, then set me down. There were tears in my eyes and I hoped that the little game was over, at least for a little while, but he just rolled up his sleeves and secured them before hauling me back over his knee. This time my little undies were dragged down over my thighs and hung for a moment at my ankles until I kicked them off because the pain, the feeling of humiliation. I began to kick and scream as he beat my ass, not just cry, I sobbed and heaved over his knee. No dignity, no feeling of self, he stood me back up and looked me in the eye.</div>
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He took hold of my dick, “You may have been born in the woods but you’re a city boy. I saw it right away. You’re soft, ain’t nothing wrong with that, but you’re not weak. Oh no, soft things don’t break as easily as hard things do.” </div>
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“You don’t think less of me?”</div>
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He wiped the tears from my cheeks, then pointed to the corner. I looked for my briefs to see where they had gone and he was quick to slap me on the ass and tell me to focus on my punishment. He walked me to the corner with a hand on my shoulder and placed me there. Two walls meet, it’s a corner, and there I was buck naked with this country boy, this younger man, who had just spanked me and brought me to tears. I shuttered and cried some more and when that feeling seemed to be gone, when I felt like it was over and he might just move on to something else, that’s when he took me by the ear and pulled me to the bed and across his lap. </div>
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My hard dick on his thigh, one leg on either side, my cheeks parted as my dick was trapped there in view and easy access. He lit me up again, a burst of spanking and I cried. With every fiber of my being I cried and cried until the pain somehow became tolerable and I just stopped, that’s when he told me to get down on the floor and take off his boots. I slid to the floor and took off each boot.</div>
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“Smell ‘em,” he said.</div>
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I did. I smelled his feet. And when he told me to take his socks off I did that too. I licked them, I massaged them. It didn’t matter when they were cleaned last. I did it. I licked his feet. He took off his jeans and I went back at them. Slowly he pulled me up his body to his crotch where his hard dick stood firm and through the little hole in his boxers. It was twice the size of mine. I started to move for it but he pushed me away. I tried again. He pushed me away. We looked each other in the eyes and I knew this was his little game for me.</div>
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“That’s not how puppy’s speak. Only bad puppies pretend to be boys. You want my bone. Are you a bad puppy and I do I need to spank you or are you going to speak for me?”</div>
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I barked. It was a little yap, but I did it, then I did it again. I barked and climbed with him farther onto the bed where he pulled me to his dick. My lips to his balls but I didn’t open them, no he wanted obedience. Not until he said lick, then I did it. I licked, I sucked, I fondled. He started to play with my hole, a dry finger at first, but he licked it and slowly each time shoved a little more into me until I knew how close he was and that soon he’d want the real thing. He pulled me aside and to the mattress before he got behind me and to my surprise ate out my ass. He didn’t just lick. He didn’t just spit. He ate. His tongue penetrated me. I wanted it so bad I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. He opened me so by the time he got up to his knees and stuck his dick against me I was ready for him. He pushed inside to the balls, left it there for a moment as he kissed me over the shoulder. He pulled it out, pulled away, but then he was on me again and in me.</div>
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My little dick rubbed between my thighs, slapped against my belly as he held onto me and he fucked me into the bed face first. His hands pushed down on the small of my back and my knees went wide. He thrust into me with power and determination, his hard dick was like steel, his hands felt like claws as he scratched up my back. He had me. My parted cherry red ass, I reached to feel his balls, feel his thighs. He stuck it in deep. I felt it. That spasm as he filled my insides. He took hold of my head and my shoulder and rolled me onto my back with his dick still inside me. I looked up into his eyes and he put his hands down on either side of my head. He leaned down slowly. His lips brushed mine.</div>
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“What are you?”</div>
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Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-63564503318773560912018-10-30T15:43:00.000-04:002018-10-30T15:44:54.674-04:00Kid Robot"Well, okay then, uhm," Reed said as he did the two step with a fellow college student, Theo, trying to step around each other. They finally worked their way around each other. Reed moved to his seat at the cafeteria table amongst his friends. Theo looked back awkwardly as if trying to balance himself between a step forward and a set back.<br />
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"Sorry about that, but you make a great dance partner," Reed joked.<br />
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"Don't worry about it, the drinks are on me. Did you want to sit down?"<br />
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Reed looked him in the eyes. And he appreciated what he saw, slim but with a thin layer of baby fat, delicate features. Theo stepped to sit down but then looked around at the others, his friends. And for a moment he remembered what it was like to be in the first grade and it was enough to go up and just say you like somebody and can we be friends, and he had done that, and they all laughed about him after. The function between his memory and his need broke, he turned on his feet and scurried away.<br />
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"That kid is so weird," Jane said, "he's in my feminism studies class and he doesn't get it. He keeps writing these papers comparing feminism to sci-fi books. I mean yeah they're women but it's weird that it's all he talks about. He probably has a collection of toys in his room."<br />
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"That's not very p.c."<br />
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"He's weird, like a robot weird."<br />
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"Besides it's not pc it's just good manners."<br />
<br />
And that was what he believed as he sat quietly to finish his meal, just good manners. He just wished he had done something differently. He wished he had been more welcoming. He wanted that other young man to be sitting across from him. He had that ability all of his life to rope in friends, especially when he was young and it was enough to just say hello.<br />
<br />
So when he spotted the same boy going to the center of campus as he left the cafeteria he decided to follow him to the small theater classroom. He noted the paper outside advertising a showing of some art house movie. He stepped inside, looked over the empty seats and spotted the boy amongst the seven other students sporadically placed in the audience. He swallowed his pride and walked to where the boy sat, leaned to him and extended his hand.<br />
<br />
"I'm Reed," he said.<br />
<br />
"I'm Theo."<br />
<br />
The other boy offered a soft hand with a limp wrist and he did his best to shake it. Then he sat down next to him.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry about what happened at the cafeteria. You could have sat down. I wanted you to sit down."<br />
<br />
"I know, it's just everyone else, there was no elbow room."<br />
<br />
Reed laughed a little because the boy could have sat between two fat men on an airplane and they'd only notice if he got up to use the bathroom. But he shrugged it off quickly as he didn't want to seem to be laughing at him.<br />
<br />
"Well, here I'll give you plenty of elbow room," he said.<br />
<br />
"Thanks," Theo replied, and they touched their forearms together along the common arm rest.<br />
<br />
After the movie Theo felt like he had to hold on to this new, potential friend and so he started to ask him about the movie and eventually Theo explained all of it by the time they got back to Theo's dorm room. Reed motioned as if he was about to leave.<br />
<br />
"I don't have a roommate if you want to come inside," Theo said, "I have some pop." His voice crackled with fear and excitement.<br />
<br />
"Okay," Reed said.<br />
<br />
Theo unlocked his door and Reed followed him inside. He was surprised to see everything was neat and put away, everything was clean. He had a small refrigerator and a microwave along with a pot for boiling water. But there was only the desk chair and the bed to sit.<br />
<br />
"Do you want the bed or the chair?"<br />
<br />
"It doesn't matter to me."<br />
<br />
"It doesn't matter to me neither," Theo said.<br />
<br />
"Well, there will be more elbow room on the chair so," Reed replied.<br />
<br />
And so they sat. Theo looked to Reed and Reed looked to Theo. They felt this connection, this interest in each other, and yet as they sat there a few feet apart it felt as if they had dragged the whole world into that bedroom. What would parents think? What would friends think? Should they just try to be friends or give in to something and take a risk?<br />
<br />
"Do you want something from the mini-fridge? I have bottled water."<br />
<br />
"I like you," Reed said.<br />
<br />
And there it was again that beep sound. Reed stopped himself from any reaction even if he found it cute there would be no way to gauge how Theo would react to his amusement, so he tried to keep focus. And yet, he looked around the room and he felt a hundred eyes of action figures on him, even as Theo got a bottle of water from the fridge.<br />
<br />
"I like you too," Theo finally replied.<br />
<br />
"Have you ever, I mean do you want to, you know, do something," Reed asked.<br />
<br />
"Only if you do," Theo said.<br />
<br />
"I do," Reed said, "so put down that bottle of water and come over here and sit next to me on the bed."<br />
<br />
Theo moved to the bed and sat next to his new acquaintance. He could smell Reed's cologne and Reed could smell his shampoo. They slowly leaned into each other, their faces slowly came together like a space ship docking at a space station. Reed put one hand on Theo's side who responded by taking hold of Reed's shoulder. They grabbed at each other, kissed at each other, lips pressed against each other, tongues touched. For a moment Reed thought he would have to be the aggressive one until he felt Theo push back and force himself into his mouth. But when Reed grabbed at Theo's butt he was stopped and pushed away a little.<br />
<br />
"There's something you have to know," Theo said as they nibbled on each other's lips, "If this is going to get physical, well, I'm a virgin."<br />
<br />
"Okay," Reed replied.<br />
<br />
"Really?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, whatever, I'm trying to keep the vibe going. I'm really into you, don't worry about it."<br />
<br />
"Okay," Theo said before he pushed himself against the other young man until he was on top of him. He kissed down his neck, pulled open his jeans, and grabbed hold of Reed's dick. He felt it through his boxers. Reed pulled him farther onto the bed, rolled him onto his back, then made his way down, pulled off Theo's jeans and there it was, but he didn't think about it much as he kissed his way back up and maneuvered himself over him, a loose strand of his bangs hung down over his eyes.<br />
<br />
"There's something else," Theo said.<br />
<br />
"What is that?"<br />
<br />
"I'm strictly a top," he said, "it's uncomfortable for me to take it."<br />
<br />
"I don't normally, but I guess, I mean, have you done it before, do you know how to, and with the, are you sure about this?"<br />
<br />
"The condoms and lubricant are in my bedside stand, strip down on get on the bed, all fours," Theo said.<br />
<br />
"Okay," Reed replied.<br />
<br />
The new feeling of authority, of Theo taking control gave Reed an extra tingle in his dick so he stood and stripped off his clothes as the other man moved to the bedside table and opened the drawer. Reed got onto the bed, completely naked, and looked over his shoulder to see Theo take off his shirt and drop his briefs. And he saw the biggest dick he'd ever seen in his life right there.<br />
<br />
"I don't know if I can take that," he said before he had really thought about it.<br />
<br />
"I'll be gentle," Theo replied.<br />
<br />
And he moved to where he was on all fours, took hold of Reed's dick and pulled it back between his thighs before moving in to kiss this stranger's ass, right between the cheeks and right at the hole, a little kiss before he licked at it with his tongue. Slowly he stroked himself as he continued to rim that hole until it opened for him a little, and then he began to play at it with his fingers, coaxing from it that soft pink inside. He kissed and licked and rubbed as Reed played with his own dick, and when Theo saw that he sucked on those balls until spit ran down the shaft, then he licked down after that spit and took his dick into his mouth, all of it went right down his throat and he gagged himself for a moment before he stopped and pulled himself away, strands of spit fell to the sheets.<br />
<br />
"I'm gonna fuck you so deep and good," Theo said, "you'll be begging me for more."<br />
<br />
And Reed was surprised by a slap to his ass before the other young man went back in with his tongue and he stroked both cocks as he pushed his tongue into him, felt that muscle surrender. He got onto the bed, let his dick slide along between Reed's cheeks, then he stuck it to him, pressed against that quivering hole. Reed pressed his face into the bed, stroked himself, and he felt the pressure of it as if he were being pricked by a needle, bigger than a needle, but it was this part of his body he normally had thought of being complete and virgin, and it was being opened. He could feel Theo and he could feel himself, little by little he gained ground and he felt this pain build inside of him, but it was dull and subsided easily, until the pain was too much and he looked back over his shoulder.<br />
<br />
"That's it, it's inside of you, take all for me," Theo said.<br />
<br />
Reed felt it. He could feel the other man's hairy nuts against his own, he could feel the hole, his hole, as if it were one band of flesh, a ring, and he could also feel the dick inside of him pushing around and poking things. He was about to give up when he felt it, he felt that little tingle of his prostate and it was like he wet himself and felt so happy at the same time. It was a scary feeling so he even checked the bed and his thighs but there was no urine, just that feeling of nerves branched out through his body somehow connected to that part inside of him.<br />
<br />
"Do you like that?"<br />
<br />
"Fuck me," Reed replied, "fuck me some more."<br />
<br />
And he grabbed hold of him by the waist and began to the process of working himself in and out of Reed until his anus gave and his dick could slide back and forth with ease, that's when he turned it up a notch again, slow and deliberate strokes as if he were sawing wood. Reed grabbed hold of his own dick, felt how firm it was and he began to stroke himself slowly, the sensitive head sometimes rubbed against his thighs as he toyed with it. He felt the warmth of himself. He felt the warmth of Theo. And he wanted it. He felt that bite of pain and that release of pleasure as if a pot lid had been taken off. So he pushed back a little and that's when he felt Theo's hand at his mouth, his fingers brushed over his sensitive lips before pushing inside. Reed felt those salty fingers on his tongue and his lips, stretched and so warm. He felt like the pieces of his body had been separated and yet connected by long wires. He moaned and groaned, covered in sweat, his hole open and his mind willing. He wanted it all. He wanted to feel everything. And that's when it happened. He felt his own dick give out of him, pulled like a cord on a parachute, his muscles began to spasm and he fell onto the bed. Theo pulled out, pulled off the condom, and stroked himself to completion on Reed's back.<br />
<br />
There he lay face down, his body twisted uncomfortably, and he felt it, his hole, his lips, the cum cooling on his back. He started to roll over and Theo stopped him.<br />
<br />
"We have to clean up first. We've already made too much of a mess."<br />
<br />
"No problem," Reed said before he pushed himself up to his feet, "actually, I should be going."<br />
<br />
"No please, would you stick around for a while and cuddle? I have my own shower."<br />
<br />
They showered together, nothing serious, just two young men who liked to kiss and grope each other playfully, then they made their way to the bed. Reed waited for Theo to pull the covers aside and they both go into it. He pulled the covers back over both of them, flat on their backs, they stared up at the ceiling.<br />
<br />
"You never asked me why I wear it."<br />
<br />
"It's none of my business," Reed answered.<br />
<br />
"Do you want to do this again?"<br />
<br />
"Probably," Reed said.<br />
<br />
"Well, I need to know if I should put you on my friend list, my booty call list, or not at all. I don't have time for games."<br />
<br />
Reed looked to his new friend, then he looked around at the toys and he thought about his friend complaining about comparing everything to sci-fi stories and for a moment he was about to say they should just be friends when he felt Theo snuggle against him, their two naked bodies interlocked, and he wanted it.<br />
<br />
"How about boyfriend? Do you have that as a list?"<br />
<br />
"You will be my first," Theo answered.Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-81066840649662466022018-10-30T00:55:00.000-04:002018-10-30T00:55:17.033-04:00By the MoonlightPersonal Note: I'm not sure if this falls under dubious consent or the darker rape fantasy as the sodomy happens against the character's otherwise stated consent, and that is where I take my own creative liberties with the story.<br />
<br />
When you go to college out of state and your first return home is Christmas break, well, that can be a bit distressing, at least it was for me, because I had changed in those few months. Not changed so much as was freed, that’s the word. I felt free. I didn’t have to worry about the other kids at school and my parents always being over my shoulder. It was just me. When I slept, what I ate, where I went, and who I saw, they were all my choices. I could walk around campus in the middle of the night, order pizza at 3 A.M., whatever I wanted to do as long as I had the funds, as long as I had the nerve.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Yeah, there were many things still to do. I hadn’t conquered anything, but coming home, that just felt weird. It felt as if I were traveling at a different speed and when I got home everything was going a little slower. People around town didn’t walk with the same kind of enthusiasm. And my parents, it was weird. It was like they put up with it for a few days and slowly but surely they ground me back down to be able to exist in their little world, my little hometown. I longed to get back to college and regretted it a little, not coming back so much as having to spend all my time, all the stupid, boring time I had to spend there around the house, around the town.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
And it was a boring town. The movie theater, the mall, good coffee, anything, was all thirty miles away. It was like they existed in a parallel universe. At first I had thought I’d get out everyday, adventure around and see something, try to look at my town, the towns around it, as some alien world and I would be the researcher, try to gather up experiences and sights to store them for some kind of story. I tried for a few days, but then my parents complained about the second car always being gone, then they complained about how many miles I was putting on it. A trip everyday became a trip every other day, then none at all for a two days and I just sat around the house in my sweatpants and did nothing, didn’t shower, nothing.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Sometime around noon as I sat on the couch for the fifth day with my father in his recliner eating pretzels and drinking beer it felt like that was the entirety of my existence. I knew when shows were scheduled, had plans to binge watch ‘80s horror movies, and it just felt like there was nothing else in existence when my father cleared his throat and spoke up.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I’m surprised you’re not out with your friends,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Naw, I haven’t really talked to them. They’re all doing stuff with their families.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
It was true. We had mostly stayed in contact via social media and all of them were busy being these idols, these statues, these fine items to be shown off to grandparents, aunts and uncles. They all smiled for the camera in their selfies but I knew the pain behind the eyes. I was fortunate in that my family, my parents weren’t anything like that. We always had this thing of sticking together, not really liking our extended family. My uncle and his son would be over for Christmas Eve and we all had to rally at my grandmother’s for Christmas day, but we didn’t go to family functions. I guess we were the black sheep. I wasn’t sure which would be more miserable and I was about to check my phone for the tenth time when my mother left the room and my father made a show of reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He opened it and I saw several bills inside. He was loaded for the holidays, probably had to stuff a few cards and get some gifts.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Take this, here, take this,” he whispered.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I checked make sure my mother was busy in the kitchen and retrieved the bill, a hundred bucks, just like that. I looked at him suspiciously.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Don’t tell your mother how much I gave you. I told her I was going to give you some but not how much, so that’s our little secret. Go get a shower, put on some fresh clothes, and get the hell out of the house, the keys are hanging by the door for my car. Don’t put a scratch on it and don’t drink and drive.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Thanks dad,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Maybe get yourself laid,” he replied.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
That’s fathers, he had this weird way of saying the completely wrong thing, some kind of joke, and it was like I didn’t want to see my father that way. But it barely felt like anything. I had a hundred bucks to spend on myself, just for me, and there was no expectation to keep it. I showered, put on new clothes, and grabbed the keys by the door. In twenty minutes I as out of the house and chipper as I walked to my fathers 1998 Cadillac. He had kept it in mint condition, bitched about the gas, complained about the cost for parts, but he always parked in the garage in the winter time, kept up with all its needs. His relationship to the car was like his relationship to my mother.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Anyway, as soon as I got in there was the first bite, a nearly empty tank of gas. I sighed and knew it would take a chunk of my money just to get out of town and depending on how far I drive it would cost more to get back. I groaned and pulled out of the driveway trying to keep myself upbeat by tapping on the steering wheel as I listened to the radio. Within a few streets I found myself aimlessly wondering as I looked for a gas station with the cheapest price. That was my father’s thing too, drive just to save money. Well, I was running low and worried about making it to any gas station when I saw one that I had been to rarely over the years. It was closer to the national forest than anything else, kind of the fill up spot for people with ATVs and dirt bikes. It was a dirty, grungy place, and I didn’t like the idea of pulling in there but then my fear of running out of gas overwhelmed me so I did. I pulled in beside the pump, looked down at the hundred dollar bill and bit my lip as I contemplated just how far I could stretch the money when there was a tap on the glass. It was a mechanic with a rag in his hand, young, about my age, holy, it was Tim. I rolled down the window and shut off the car and he smiled back at me.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Tim had been my best friend all through elementary and middle school. We used to do everything together, spend weekends at each other’s house, ride our bikes up and down every street, but then we had a falling out between junior high and high school. Not a falling out so much as a disconnect. My parents got me busy with volunteer work and working at the golf course as a caddy for a bit of extra cash, and Tim, he just kind of went his own way. I heard that he ended up in juvie hall for a month or so because he pulled a knife on someone. Then he was always fighting with his parents and teachers. He went the vo-tech route. I went the college prep route. I’d hear stories about him but I actually kind of ignored them as if I didn’t want to know, didn’t want to face the fact that I wanted to help him but was powerless to do so because my family, my friends, wouldn’t like it. Eventually I heard he just stopped coming his senior year.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“It’s been a long time,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“No kidding, it’s been years,” I replied, “I heard you dropped out.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Kicked,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Too bad, well, but you’re working here,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yeah, it’s a job. So what are you up to today?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Not much, just cruising around I guess. My father gave me a hundred bucks to spend on myself. I’m trying to figure out how far it’ll stretch.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Heard that,” Tim said as he leaned against the car. “So uh, not going out and meeting up with your friends. I know you were popular in high school.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Not popular, just social,” I said, “but naw, they’re all busy with family and stuff. We don’t really do that sort of thing. I’ve been trying to adventure around but kind of stopped doing it. The hundred bucks may not get me far but it got me off the couch.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He laughed at my joke and I laughed a little too. He looked me over, looked the car over. I looked him over, motorcycle boots, worn jeans that clung to the angles of his body, an old mechanic’s shirt with no sleeves, bigger muscles than I remembered, bigger muscles than I expected. He leaned a little more and his shirt ran up giving me a peak of his jeans that hung loose to reveal the band of his underwear, briefs. He still wore briefs just like me. And just as I was about to imagine him in just those briefs he spoke up.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Do you get high?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I had heard him but just the mention of getting high, of breaking the law, well it made me perk up and I looked around. Was this some kind of setup? Was he undercover, a snitch? I looked him the eyes and tried to determine just how real the offer was and then if I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it. But I was also afraid. Cops, my parents, and just the thought of breaking the law made me feel like I would go to jail for the rest of my life.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Do you, get high?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“No, but uh, I might be interested.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Cool, I’ll fill ‘er up and come back in two hours. I know a guy.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
And like that it was done. He filled up my tank, I paid him, and drove away with my change. I drove around town again, stopped at the convenience store, browsed through the toy section of the local dollar store, and debated if I should go back. This fear in me, this fear of getting caught, made me walk on my heels. But this feeling of doing it, this rush of danger, made me walk with my shoulders high. I was a mess, an awkward, gangly, weird kid who just kept repeating, I can’t believe I found Tim again after all these years and we’re going to get high. He’s going to get weed.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
And that was kind of the best part of Tim, the unpredictability. He was a person of single intent, like me a hedonist in the best sense of the word, but also something else, willing to do the things people aren’t supposed to do, willing to break the rules and break the law. That was Tim. That was why I loved him an why I feared him. I debated it from every angle, even considered talking him out of it, just driving around together and talking about old times, but in the end I gave in to it. I gave into going back there and picking him up, getting weed, and maybe even getting high.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Two hours later I picked him up and he gave me directions out of town as the sun began to set. Soon I was driving in the dark and one side road turned into a dirt road and for a long time I wondered if he even knew where he was taking us until we reached an old farmstead and he told me to pull in front of the house. I looked around and saw there were no signs of life. No lights in the house, no dogs, no domestic animals of any kind. He walked to the porch and turned back to me.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Is this your parents’ house?” I asked. “Are you renting it?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Something like that,” he said.<br />
<br />
And he walked up the steps and entered the house without even using a key. The place was mostly empty, a few pieces of furniture, but the bookshelves were empty, no TV. I followed behind him and for a moment I thought we were just trespassing on some random farm when he led me down some steps into an unfinished basement. We walked to the farthest corner to a sink basin large enough to hold a person sitting in it, well a small person, but still. He turned on the water and stripped off his shirt, then began to wash himself.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
At first I was okay with it, just his chest, his stomach, but then he began to really wash his armpits, soap them up and clean them off. When he was done he threw the towels into the corner where I saw a pile of them. He must just throw them away, well into the corner, when he’s done with them, I figured.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Do you want a drink? It’s cold water, from the well. They never had city water out here so it still works.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Do you know if it’s safe?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Who cares? It hasn’t killed me yet,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He motioned for me to drink with my hands so I did. Water ended up spilling down the front of my shirt and we laughed about it, but I did it. Then he motioned for me to pay attention before he stepped to the door to the well and he took a key from his pocket and unlocked this little padlock, set it aside, pulled a board back, and opened it.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
There it was, light. There in the corner of the well room he had three marijuana plants, the walls were covered in tin foil, and two fluorescent lights powered by a line that ran up some steps and out into the yard somewhere.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Where are you getting the power from?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Solar,” he said, “my weed is organic and solar grown, almost completely natural.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“When did you start caring about that shit?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I don’t. I just like bragging,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“So like, you grow your own?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Yep,” he said. “Want a hit?”<br />
<br />
*****<br />
<br />
A full moon, a few clouds, we looked out over the field and back to the barn about a hundred yards away. It was quiet out there, no cars going up and down the road, just us. A little bit of weed, a few cans of beer, I was buzzing pretty good as we sat out on that old bail of hay at the end of the field.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Why’d you bring me out here?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Well, at first because I hadn’t seen you in years and with you off at college, well, we probably won’t stay friends. You’ll get a job or whatever, but I’ll be stuck here in this little town so we might as well have some good memories.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Cool,” I replied.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“But now that we’re out here, I keep thinking about something,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I could tell he wanted to say something to me. Was is this? What did he want from me? Did he want the same things I wanted?<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I keep thinking about one of the last times we hung out and I dared you to streak from your porch to mine. It was a legitimate dare but you chickened out.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I didn’t chicken out. I would have been arrested and that’s one of the rules of truth or dare, you can’t get the person arrested, no permanent scars, no tears.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Aw, it would have been fine, one minute, you’d ran back and forth all of the time between our houses,” he said, “well, anyway, would you do it tonight?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Finish that dare,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Here?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Why not?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Because we’re not kids anymore, besides isn’t there a statute of limitations to dares?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Chicken,” he mocked, then began to make chicken sounds.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Really? Let’s see it.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Immediately I had second thoughts, there was this feeling in my stomach. I was half drunk, half stoned, and he was right there. He looked to me, cocked his eye at me. Slowly I pushed up a little from the bail of hay, stood there beside him, and began to undress. He took my shirt, my undershirt, my shoes, my socks, and my jeans. I stood there in my briefs and he looked me over. I took off my underwear, cupped my dick and balls in my hands, and turned away. I walked half the distance and I suddenly realized that with that full moon I was completely visible out there. I turned and walked back but didn’t see him sitting on the bail of hay. He took my clothes, I thought. He’s stranded me out here naked, but then I saw his head stick up from behind the bail of hay. He stepped out and in front of me, completely naked, his dick hung loose, balls like a sack of jewels. He stood before me unashamed, completely casual. And there was only one thing on my mind.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Where’s my clothes?” I asked.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Safe, with mine,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What’s going on?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“I figured you’d be too chicken shit so I thought I’d do it with you.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He walked to me, stepped beside me and I turned to look at that barn now farther away than I had initially thought. He started to walk like it was a stroll down the road. At first I noticed the way his dick bounced from side to side, then the farther away he got the way his ass muscles shifted with each step. He got some distance between us and I looked around for my clothes. I knew he had hid them where I couldn’t find them so I started to walk after him, faster to catch up, then I slowed and walked beside him still cradling my nuts and my dick.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
The blades of grass felt strange under my feet. I was completely aware of what we looked like, but the worst part was that I was the scared one. I still covered myself. So I took my hands away, tried to walk normal. My balls bounced against my thighs, my dick swayed from side to side because I had a little bit of a chub going on that I couldn’t control. We made it halfway, past where I had gotten to, and this wind blew across the field. It felt as if it had wrapped around my entire body like a string or a scarf, then it was pulled across every part of me and gone. My dick stuck out from my body and I stopped and looked down to it, covered it as best I could with it pressed up against my thigh. He stopped, turned to me, and laughed. It wasn’t a cruel laugh. It was a kind laugh, as if there was some joke I was missing out on and he wanted to share.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“There’s no one around and I don’t care if you got a hard on for me,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“It’s not you,” I replied, “it’s, it’s this air, and being naked. I haven’t been able to jerk off since I got home. It’s weird, you know, with your parents a few rooms away. I never used to think about it, but now, I just can’t.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Well, there’s no one around now, so let me see it,” he said with a smirk.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
I took my hands away, my hard dick stuck out from me and a little to the left. He turned away and started walking so I followed behind him, this time a little behind.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
When we got to the barn and touched it I was fully prepared to turn and run back to the bail of hay and grab my clothes, get dressed, but then he opened the door to the barn and stepped inside. I looked around, considered my options, then followed. I stepped onto the old, rough concrete floor, the smell of hay still lingered there after all the time of being abandoned. Tim led me down the aisle, paused at little things here, a saw horse, a bit of hose attached to a pipe sticking out of the wall, and slow as if to draw out the time I was naked and hard. He walked from stall to stall as if checking on something, then finally we ended up at the back door again. I readied myself to run but he put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me. He stepped out first, motioned for me to follow, and he walked so I walked.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Any little sound, the hoot of an owl, the distant sound of a car engine, a semi-truck engine as it tried to climb the mountain roads, and I thought we’d be discovered. This was too good to be true. But we weren’t. We reached the bail of hay and I scratched at myself, waited for him to retrieve our clothes but he just stood there beside me.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Are you ready for this?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He took my hand and started to run so I ran just to keep up. There we were two young men, naked and running through the field. His limp dick bounced and so did my hard dick, though a little less, but we just ran all of the way to the end of the field where the woods were. I tried to turn back but he pulled me along the fence line to a spot where there was an opening. He pulled me through it and into the woods, then we ran again into the trees, branches scraped across our skin, leaves and things crushed under our feet. This is what it must have been like to be primitive man, I thought, so free, so naked and running around.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He took me down to a creek that we followed until we found where it started, a small waterfall, and I could tell at once that it would be the deepest part, just a few feet, maybe up to our waists, but deep enough to conceal my raging boner. I jumped into the water first, felt it wrap me up in its coolness, and swam a few feet. Tim let out a yell and jumped in behind me. I turned and shushed him but he waved it off.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“What if someone hears?”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“We’re so far away from anyone, besides I come out here all of the time,” he said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“But we’re naked,” I said.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“So what? Do you really think there’s some cop around every corner? Not a chance, no way, it’s just us, and nature.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
He let his knees go loose like I had and began to bob there in the water in front of me. He moved back and forth and it became like this little game, this challenge. He went left then right, my foot slipped on the mud and got around me, as I struggled to recover my footing he got up behind me so that when I got to my feet he was in full contact with my body, his chest against my back, his arms under mine, around me, held me, his hips behind mine, his thighs against mine, his feet on either side of mine, and his penis, his hard penis was between my thighs. And for a moment I almost cried out in surprise when he put his fingers in my mouth with one hand and took hold of my hard penis with the other. I could feel his fingers against my tongue, creek water dripped down the back of my throat. He held me for a long time until I calmed and came to my senses. I tried to speak out but he shushed me with these little sounds as he kissed at my ear and down my neck. I was on edge. He turned me to face him. Our hard dicks pointed at one another he took mine in hand, whacked at it with his just to show me how much bigger his was. He pulled me into a kiss and stuck his dick between my thighs. I wanted him so bad but he pulled my head away by my hair.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“Not yet,” he said, “you don’t deserve to cum just yet.”<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
By the time we reached the bail of hay we were both almost completely dry, and my dick had gone soft but I had that need, that carnal need to be satisfied. And it was going to be over too soon, I hated the idea of getting dressed and it ending so when he didn’t stop for our clothes and he kept pulling me to the barn I knew it wasn’t over. He pulled me through the field, I slipped and scurried, and he just kept pulling me until he had me in there and he closed the gated door behind us. He took hold of my dick as I stood there.<br />
<br />
“I feel so naughty,” I said.<br />
<br />
“Do you want me to punish you? Because I can punish you,” he said.<br />
<br />
“What did you have in mind a little spanking?” I asked coyly.<br />
<br />
“Better,” he said.<br />
<br />
He led me, our hard cocks stuck out in front of us, he led me to the barn where he pulled out this old saw horse. He made me drag it into the aisle and position it over a drain. He stroked his dick as he walked around me, ordered me to lay over it. He tied my hands, tied my ankles, and I was stuck there. I pulled at the twine, felt the way its fibers hung loose and tickled my hands and heels. I was bent over, my ass cheeks parted, my dick hung down, and he groped me, tickled my hole, then he left me there for a moment. I heard him leave the barn and I realized just how alone I felt, how vulnerable. I felt this breath stick in my lungs, then I heard his feet, the door closed, and he walked to me. I looked down to see his shoes, looked up to see him stroke his hard dick. He had a belt and pair of underwear in his other hand.<br />
<br />
“Open your mouth,” he said.<br />
<br />
He squatted down in front of me, slapped me a few times until I opened my mouth. He stuffed the briefs inside and I immediately tried to spit them out. He snapped the belt, my dick twitched. I saw him stroke it. I shifted, felt my own dick rub against the wood. He stepped behind me. He beat my ass, the novelty was gone in an instant and yet I wanted to do it for him, and because it felt so surreal and fun in this weird sort of way. One then the other, back and forth, thwack after thwack, I cried out and he kept at me until I managed to work the briefs out of my mouth. I told him to stop or I’d scream.<br />
<br />
“So scream,” he said, “let me hear it, really cry out in pain.”<br />
<br />
I started to scream. And he kept beating me. Until my ass felt like a bulb left on for hours, a piece of bread just out of the oven. I screamed until my lungs were sore and my voice cracked. I broke down, tears ran out from my eyes into my hair, snot just there on my lip. He stroked himself and walked around me, the occasional tap against my butt cheeks. That’s when he moved to my thighs and I felt this resurgence, this second wind, and started to struggle again. My body shook, my legs were uncontrollable, my ass twitched, and he moved to my ankles, untied them.<br />
He told me to lift up my feet and took hold of my ankle, then he whipped the bottom of my foot with his belt. It stung. He did it again and I was afraid I’d never be able to put my foot down again. My toes curled and it really started to hurt, I was holding my breath more, and that’s when he switched to the other foot. Back and forth, my ass, and my feet, until I was raw. He had me. I was completely broken, and that’s when I felt him at my asshole.<br />
<br />
“Is that your dick?” I squealed.<br />
<br />
“Just my finger,” he said.<br />
<br />
“Oh no, your dick is going to hurt more,” I said.<br />
<br />
“And you’re going to love it.”<br />
<br />
He stroked his dick a little as he sucked the finger of his other hand before he pressed it back against my hole. He kept at me like that until he got the first digit inside of me, then the first knuckle. He stood and touched his dick to my hole, too tight, he let it slide up the back of me and I felt the full length of him measured out from my hips to along my spine. It was big, long, and thick. He swiped it back down, pressed the tip at my hole, then down my taint to my balls. His dick touched mine.<br />
<br />
“Are you ready for it college boy?”<br />
<br />
“Please,” I said.<br />
<br />
He spanked me and I pleaded for more. He ran his fingers along my body as he walked around to my head where he squatted and stuck his dick to my lips. It was too big. I tried to shake it off.<br />
<br />
“I’m sticking this dick up your ass and you better get it real slick and wet because that’s the only lubricant we got tonight, just a little spit. What’s it going to be?”<br />
<br />
I opened my mouth and wasn’t prepared for it to slip right along my tongue to my throat where I began to choke immediately. Tears came to my eyes, spit squished out from between my puffy lips that had swelled with desire and friction. He went right to the balls, I felt them on my top lip. And I began to choke so he pulled out. He let me breath for a moment, his hands on my stomach as I tried to suck in just a little bit of air. He stuck it back into my mouth, between my teeth, he fucked my face as I hung bent in half. I pulled at the twine, kicked out my feet, but he had me. <br />
<br />
And when he decided he’d had enough of my face, I was thankful for the gobs of spit, the strands that connected us for a moment before he walked behind me. He pressed that dick against my hole and I just let go. I screamed and he pushed into me as deep as he could. He fucked me, more and more, gobs of sweat dropped from his lips as little welcome acts of kindness and humiliation. He spanked at my thighs, spanked at my ass. I gave myself over to him, to it.<br />
<br />
We were connected, not just physically but something else, he had known my pain of blind obedience and he was able to manifest it. There I was tied down and we were rutting in an old barn like animals, and it felt like my life, the pointlessness, the emptiness of my life of being good, being normal, trying to blend. He had me. My old friend had me and I cried for him, gave my body over to him, he broke me just like my life had broken me, and that’s when I felt it. I felt this incredible sensation of freedom because it felt like that lie had been uncovered that if I just go along, just do as I’m told then this is what it felt like on the inside.<br />
<br />
I felt my dick spasm, an orgasm of pleasure and pain unlike any other pulled at the ends of my body like a stretched rubber band, I could feel it leaving me, this squirt of goo, and it was like my body was restored, complete, until I became conscious of him on top of me. His sweat covered body slipped over mine until he grabbed hold of me and fucked me harder until he pushed inside as far as he could go. I felt his dick there, this fullness, and there was this spasm from him, this sensation, and it was over. I went limp, let the darkness take me.<br />
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The next morning I awoke to find myself face down with him wrapped around me on top of me. I stirred a little and tried to push him away but he was already awake. He held me there. I struggled but he held me. He kissed me on the neck and told me to give up. I didn’t. He told me again. I struggled. He spanked me, pressed into me, and I let go, I relaxed under him. He spanked me again playfully and walked away to the back of the barn, opened the door and I looked to see him pissing. He shook it off, then walked over to me.<br />
<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
“That was incredible,” I said as I lay on my back and looked up to him.<br />
<br />
“I always knew you were a little masochist, always so obedient, you had to love pain,” he said.<br />
<br />
It wasn’t about being good or bad. It was about my guilt. And he knew how to take it away.<br />
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Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-30629729415802844122018-09-25T20:31:00.000-04:002018-09-25T20:34:47.655-04:00Str8 Part Two - Eight Loving ArmsI’m an adult, Marco told himself as he looked to the window of the adult sex toy store, adults do this sort of thing all the time. It doesn’t mean anything. But Marco was also the man who ordered all of his condoms and lubricants online so he didn’t have to deal with a cashier. He pushed open the car door, closed it, locked the car, and kept moving his feet. This was a virginal experience and he felt ashamed. But he was doing this for Heather, he told himself, and he’d do anything for her. So what if he had to confront an embarrassing situation, he told himself, the other night he just talked about anal sex with his gay, best friend. I’ll do it. I’m doing it. But he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder as he entered.<br />
<br />
He stepped into the store and for a moment he almost turned and ran out but decided that would be more embarrassing so he stepped in further. But he froze in his tracks when he looked to the counter and spotted a man and a woman behind it. Which do I pick? Which will pick me? I’m so embarrassed I must be the color of a tomato. He looked down to the carpet, his shoes, and moved his feet until he was the farthest away he could get to the farthest wall, and he found himself standing in front of a wall of sex toys, some he had seen but many he had not. And there were these pup masks, horse masks, bull whips hung loose for testing and for a moment he panicked about accidentally brushing against it. Would that tool of pain feel so good dragged across his skin? He reached to his chest and started to turn his feet. But where do I go? He needed help. But which to choose?<br />
<br />
The obvious choice would be the woman but she reminded him too much of Heather so he looked to the man who stood in a slightly effeminate way, perfect, reminds me of Roger, he thought. He looked between them then settled on the man, Clark.<br />
<br />
“This is a penis thing,” he whispered to his coworker.<br />
<br />
“Don’t you think that straight boy would be more comfortable with me?”<br />
<br />
“Look at him, a doe in front of a hunter, you’d freak him out because he’d be thinking about sex. I’m none threatening because he doesn’t want to have sex with me, even though I desperately want to have sex with him.”<br />
<br />
“If he runs-”<br />
<br />
“Please, I’m a penis professional,” he replied. “I’ll be right there,” he yelled across the store before stepping from behind the counter. He moved to Marco, clasped his hands together lightly. “How can I help you sir?”<br />
<br />
“I’m looking for a gift for my wife. This is kind of the last place I want to be but I’d do anything for her, so it’s like, but I don’t know what she wants. I mean we never really talked about it, well, not completely. I mean she’d recommend something and maybe I’d say something but, you know, it wasn’t like serious. We’ve always had great sex.”<br />
That last word escaped him as if it were his last breath and he placed his hands on his knees as he bent over gasping for breath.<br />
<br />
“Can I sit down somewhere?”<br />
<br />
“Come with me dear,” Clark replied before walking away and motioning with his finger for him to follow. “Can we get this man some water?”<br />
<br />
Marco moved across the store to the counter where he found a stool and sat on it. He leaned against the counter until the woman, Jennifer, handed him a bottle of water. Clark motioned for her to leave them and for a moment she resisted until he made a more insistent motion making her smirk as she stepped away.<br />
<br />
“I’m sure you two have great sex,” Clark said, “but you, or her, well you want something a little more, like a spice. There’s nothing wrong with a spice.”<br />
<br />
“My favorite meal is a hamburger and fries,” Marco replied.<br />
<br />
“A plain boy then,” Clark said, “you really are vanilla. Okay, well, let’s think. Okay, think of it like this gift you’re giving your wife, but it’s like Christmas everyday for her, whatever it is. Whenever the two of you, or just her, use this thing it’s like Christmas morning.”<br />
<br />
“Okay, I can think about it that way,” Marco said.<br />
<br />
He downed the last of the water and gathered his breath. They started to walk. And for once as he looked at the items he started to laugh. It wasn’t the kink, the toy just looked ridiculous.<br />
<br />
“See, we can all laugh a little about sex,” Clark said, “It’s not such a big deal.”<br />
<br />
“I feel better now,” Marco replied, “really I do.”<br />
<br />
“Okay, well, let’s just see if there’s something that gets your attention.”<br />
<br />
And they walked up and down the aisles mostly pointing out different things to each other. Back at the wall Clark got Marco to run the bull whip over his forearm. Marco giggled a little and put it back immediately as if it had stirred something in him and he was afraid. They explored every aisle, every display, it felt like they had been through every turn in a maze and yet were still lost. Finally Clark stopped him in the back of the store away from the few customers who had stopped in while they were browsing.<br />
<br />
“What is it you’re looking for? We’ve passed the whips and chains, handcuffs, and you didn’t want any of that. You said you want a present for your wife. Is there something special you want?”<br />
<br />
“Yes, I need something special, something really special.”<br />
<br />
“What are we talking about?”<br />
<br />
“I want something different. I want something special.”<br />
<br />
“How much do you got?”<br />
<br />
“I’ve got a thousand dollars to spend.”<br />
<br />
“Really? Oh, well that changes things, come with me.”<br />
<br />
And there it was, a curtain if beads Marco hadn’t seen previously. Clark stepped through and Marco followed after. This back room was dark and dusty, lit by different colored bulbs, red lights, purple lights, orange. The room was illuminated yet it had these dark shadows and he couldn’t tell just how big the room was.<br />
<br />
“Over here,” Clark waved him to a table where it looked like there was a sculpture, an octopus, carved from wood. “Do you believe in magic?”<br />
<br />
“I mean I’m skeptical, not like real magic, but I guess I’m agnostic. I want it to be real. I guess. What are you talking about?”<br />
<br />
“Right here is a gift guaranteed to grant your wife’s best fantasy. All of the way from Japan, this little sculpture is capable of completely satisfying your wife. What do you think?”<br />
<br />
“It looks like a piece of wood. It’s a nice piece of wood, but I don’t know. She’d hate me if I got her just this.”<br />
<br />
“Is there something else she wants?”<br />
<br />
“Look, I didn’t feel like saying this out there, but she wants to fuck me in the ass.”<br />
<br />
“Oh, well, I’ll tell you what. If you buy this sculpture and promise she’ll give it a try then I’ll throw in the small and large dildos as well as a harness.”<br />
<br />
“Really? But I have to pay for that?”<br />
<br />
Clark ran his hand along the statue from one end to the other as if caressing a pet. Marco tightened his shoulders.<br />
<br />
“Okay, I’ll give you seven hundred fifty dollars worth of stuff, so really it will just cost you two hundred and fifty dollars.”<br />
<br />
“I guess,” Marco squeaked.<br />
<br />
“I know if I just go home with just this thing she’ll definitely shove it up my ass.”<br />
<br />
Clark let out a laugh and clapped his hands.<br />
<br />
“Oh she will be so satisfied. I’ll write out the directions for her.”<br />
<br />
Marco felt completely happy as he paid for everything and left the store with a bit of pep in his step. He had been to his first adult store and it was fun, plus he got such a good deal. He had stopped counting how much free stuff he was getting. The man seemed to be picking it out more from amusement and joy than anything else. He put his bag in the trunk and felt satisfied that he’d have a story to tell.<br />
<br />
But the feeling was completely opposite when he got home. Despite the fact that his wife wasn’t home he ran through the rooms to get to the bedroom where he dumped out the bag on the bed. He saw a few obvious things: the statue and a pair of cuffs, but then he started looking through everything else and his heart sunk. Everything was for her, leather harness, a collection of dildos, small, medium, large, and holy shit, he picked it up. How did he get this in here? There’s no way I’m taking this, Marco said to himself, okay, new game plan, he told himself.<br />
<br />
Just the octopus statue. This was it. This was just for her, some kind tentacled little toy that would satisfy her most secret desire. He’d try this first and hide the rest. And if she really hated it, like really hated it, then he could think about the other things. So he picked it up and set it aside before she came back and walked in on him. He hid all of the other toys first, then hid the statue where she couldn’t find it easily but it was still convenient for him. He paced the floors, played videogames, and even washed the dishes. He told himself repeatedly not to make a big deal of it but he couldn’t keep the secret and as soon as she got home he took her to the bedroom and got it out for her.<br />
<br />
“What’s this?”<br />
<br />
“It’s supposed to fulfill your desires.”<br />
<br />
“It’s wood.”<br />
<br />
“There’s instructions.”<br />
<br />
“Okay,” she said dryly.<br />
<br />
“Do you like it?”<br />
<br />
“What’s it supposed to do?”<br />
<br />
“I just told you.”<br />
<br />
“Well, I’ll play with it later I guess,”<br />
<br />
And she tossed it on the bed and they left it there. They went into the kitchen, cooked a meal, ate dinner, and it all felt so normal as they made their way to the couch with a glass of wine in hand. She rubbed at his chest, rubbed at his crotch, then looked him in the eye. He was ready for it.<br />
<br />
“Why am I bothering with you when I have a piece of wood in the bedroom?” she asked before getting up and stepping away.<br />
<br />
“What are you doing?”<br />
<br />
“Going to bed,” she said.<br />
<br />
Marco felt his erection begin to deflate, ejaculate leaked against his underwear. He wanted her back and yet he knew she was just teasing him. She’d keep up this ruse for an hour or so then when he got to bed she’d want him. And she walked away so he opened his jeans and began to rub at his dick as he changed the video on the television. He heard her close the bedroom door and he shrugged it off. But it wasn’t long before he was paying more attention to the movie than his dick and it shrunk in his lap until his hand was out and slick in the palm and fingers with cum. He sat there like that for almost an hour when the credits ran and he found himself sitting there in his living room like that, his jeans open, dick peaking out of his underwear. He got up, fastened his jeans, took care of everything including locking the door and went to the bedroom where he was disappointed to find Heather was asleep with a book in one hand and her vibrator in the other.<br />
<br />
He picked up the octopus statue and carried it into the bathroom. He ran some water in the tub and dropped it inside and he looked over the rest of the directions. Though they were mostly about just relaxing and reaching some kind of meditative state. He laughed it off. Looks like I got a new bath tub toy, he laughed himself as he watched it float back and forth with the currents of the water. He stripped down, tested the water, then slowly stepped into it before lowering himself down. The warmth was almost too much as it came up just over his shoulders to his neck.<br />
<br />
The house didn’t have much but they bought it for two features. The dining room where they imagined having dinner with friends and family, and the bathtub, one of those old cast iron, deep tubs. He closed his eyes and covered them with a damp cloth. He felt as if he had lost all cohesion as he felt the warmth. He stretched and rubbed over his body. For a moment he completely forgot about the octopus until he felt it bump into his toe, a wooden log in his bath, she hated it so now he’d definitely have to tell her about the other toys, well maybe not all of them.<br />
<br />
He could introduce them slowly, maybe the cuffs, then maybe some of the whips. He could never imagine himself striking her but he’d do it for her, and that’s when he felt it, something around his ankle and yet it felt so light it was just something he had imagined. But then something tickled his thigh, his side, and his ribs. He could imagine Heather there, a firm grip on his foot, her hands up his legs, fingers tip toed their way up his ribs and dug into his arm pits with her thumbs, her body on top of his, legs against legs, chest against chest, the warmth and softness against his hard dick pressed it against his belly.<br />
<br />
Kisses all over his body, the skin sucked until he squealed a little with each one up and down his body like little fireworks, a new one went off before the last had faded. Held down, kissed all over, lips to his lips but there was no breath just something squishy that pushed into his mouth, thicker than a tongue he thrashed about until he knocked the rag from his eyes and looked to the foot of the tub where he saw it. He saw that octopus statue but it wasn’t a piece of wood any longer, no it was a real creature and it had eight tentacles, two that ran along the side of the water to his wrists where they grappled him, six more down in the water slowly taking hold of parts of his body, his ankles, his thighs, his ribs.<br />
<br />
They stretched as they secured each part of him and he began to squirm and try to fight back but it was strong, much stronger than him, and he felt himself being stretched, his legs pulled up out of the water as a tentacle reached that most private part of his body. He felt it touch him right there. His soft, tight hole, but it was slick and narrow enough. It felt like a tongue at first but then it felt different as it pushed inside of him. He tried to catch his breath and cry out but the one in his mouth pushed into his throat, back and forth so that he could barely breath. He was getting it in both ends. The little ridges under the tentacle tickled his skin as they ran over his body, especially his nipples. He felt so full. He felt so unable to stop it. Yet it felt so good, his dick stuck out from his body, so hot, so stiff. He felt it lift him from the bottom of the tub. He was now completely controlled by it.<br />
<br />
There was no fear of the past and no fear of the future. He felt it manipulating him and he loved it. It was indeed his wife’s greatest fantasy, him getting it from both ends. He felt the changes of girth as the tentacle moved in and out of him, touched him everywhere. And it happened. His dick fired. And for a moment he thought it would end, but then he felt the octopus tighten its grip.<br />
<br />
Round Two, he thought, and it was. He felt every sensation, slow and building, endless. He gagged on the tentacle in his mouth so it pulled out, slapped at his face as he chased it just to feel it again inside of him, feel his lips stretched. It pulled from his anus and he wanted it back, loosened its grip and he tried to hold onto it. He thrashed with it, and it happened again. He had another orgasm and he fell asleep.<br />
When he awoke in the cold water, the wooden octopus hit against his toe and he pulled the rag from his eyes. There was a knock on the door and Heather opened it. She looked sleepy.<br />
<br />
“Are you okay? I heard you splashing around in here.”<br />
<br />
“Fine, I just had a dream, must have thought I was drowning,” he joked, but then he felt that octopus hit his toe.”<br />
<br />
“Well, you splashed water everywhere,” she said, “and I’m not cleaning it up. Oh look, you’ve got that stupid thing in the water. Was it any good?”<br />
<br />
“Honey, there’s something I need to tell you,” he forced from his throat, “I got you some toys, sex toys, lots of them. I want to try it. I got you cuffs, a harness, dildos, everything, and I want it. I want you to fuck me.”<br />
<br />
She became the happiest he had ever seen. She moved to him, kissed him on the lips. She reached down to his dick and teased him for a moment before hinting that he should follow. “Stay naked,” she said. So he got out of the water, dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom.<br />
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Three hours later, the wooden octopus was above the fireplace in the living room, it looked down over him as he was on his hands and knees, locked into position with cuffs and rope, a ball gag in his mouth as he took the biggest dildo. He felt it deep inside of his body, his hard dick rubbed between his thighs, his wrists bound to his thighs, ankles bound together. He was completely vulnerable, stretched and split open. Heather pushed inside of him completely to the base, tapped at his balls with her hand, stroked him to his third orgasm of the night.<br />
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But then he realized most of Roger’s friends were women and that he could chat them up with ease, that’s when he realized his roommate was gay, well had his suspicions, and a after a year of waiting his friend finally said it, “I’m gay” to which Marco responded, “so can we work on your wingman skills to get me dates?”<br />
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That was actually how Marco met Heather, she was one of Roger’s friends and they’d all go out together. Eventually the two got to talking and then Roger started setting them up on dates where he’d say something came up unexpected. It worked three times until one night when Roger came back to their apartment and found Marco in the middle of a marathon of a show he knew he hadn’t watched before. Marco walked into the room quietly and sat down. He was just about to say something, accuse his roommate of setting them up on a date, when Roger spoke first.<br />
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“So how was your date?”<br />
<br />
“So you were setting me up,” Marco replied with a bit of faked anger.<br />
<br />
“Well, I knew that you liked each other and I was getting tired of being the third wheel, and I figured you two make a cute couple. Did it work out?”<br />
<br />
“I think I’m going to marry her,” Marco replied.<br />
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“Whoa, whoa, we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves,” Roger said.<br />
<br />
But it was true, it happened. And after college they got married. For a while they all lived in the same apartment until one day Roger decided to move out. He said he needed space, in truth he was tired of knowing his two best friends were having sex, and so he moved out first into an all gay house, though that didn’t last long, because he got tired of his roommates eating his food. Marco and Heather moved out of the apartment a few months later and into their house which her parents helped them buy. Roger struggled for years until he met his husband, Thomas, who Marco had introduced him to as one of their neighbors at Thomas’s pool party.<br />
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They had known each other so long that there wasn’t much they didn’t know about each other. There were no more interesting stories, few surprises. And that was the nice thing about being old friends, Roger thought, those quiet moments of silence when neither felt obligated to speak but after that moment had passed he looked to Marco who had an inquisitive look on his red face. One too many drinks, this is going to be a good one, he thought so he prepared himself and took a deep breath.<br />
<br />
“Okay, I’m finally drunk enough to ask this,” Marco said, his face got even more red as he spoke, “but I have to know...”<br />
<br />
“Know what?”<br />
<br />
“Does it hurt?”<br />
<br />
“Does what-” Roger thought for a long moment, “oh, you mean- Why are you asking me about, you know, butt stuff? Are you trying to get Heather to, you know, do it? I don’t know what it’s like for a woman. It’s different. I mean, you know how it works right, about the prostate?”<br />
<br />
“I’ve read a little about it, but it’s like, I don’t know. I’ve gotten just about every opinion from it hurts to it doesn’t hurt and some people talk about the prostate but it seems like if the other person doesn’t know what they’re doing then it could go wrong. I mean I’ve only ever stuck a finger up there and it’s like, I don’t know, good and bad at the same time, like it’s a different feeling, but I don’t think I could reach my prostate and so it’s like having something shoved up there just seems painful.”<br />
<br />
“Are we still talking about the same thing?”<br />
<br />
“What?”<br />
<br />
“Are we talking about you getting Heather to have anal sex or are we talking about something else?”<br />
<br />
Marco closed his mouth, retreated back into his chair, then crossed his arms. Roger looked to him for a moment trying to elicit some further communication but when he saw how defensive his friend had gotten he wondered if he had made a mistake in the conversation. Should he have just assumed that Marco was talking about himself? Roger finished his drink and motioned for Marco to do the same, which he did, before pouring them each another shot. Marco downed it then leaned back into the conversation.<br />
<br />
“I need to say this before I can’t speak. Heather wants to try pegging me. For a while it was all she would talk about and that’s why I tried it on myself with my finger. It was uncomfortable and to be honest kind of messy so like it’s not something I want to do without knowing about it. Like it’s our five year anniversary coming up and I want to get her something special but when I’ve looked online at the dildos it’s very intimidating. I saw this one...”<br />
<br />
Marco’s words slowed to a stop and remained locked inside his brain as some thought that bounced around his head. He sat back in his chair, then immediately took off his shirt and said he felt too warm. Roger looked over his friend, smirked to himself that Marco was still fit, still worked out regularly. He took the chance to observe his friend’s physique and his tattoos, then leaned back into his chair and tried to adjust his dick without being noticed. He finished his drink and they both sat quietly looking into the pool that was partially illuminated by lights around its sides. He looked to his friend and was about to speak when the sliding door opened and he looked up to see Thomas standing there with an amused look on his face.<br />
<br />
“Two drunks sitting by the pool,” he said.<br />
<br />
“I’m going for a swim,” Marco blurted out before standing.<br />
<br />
“Wait, wait, phone,” Thomas said and Marco turned to him and handed over his phone and his wallet before walking to the pool and jumping into the water. He made a large splash then stood up in the shallow end a few moments later and stepped backwards to the wall where he put out his arms on either side of him and exclaimed, “this feels so good.”<br />
<br />
Thomas looked to Roger who motioned for him to sit and poured him a drink using Marco’s glass. Thomas downed it and looked to where Marco stood in their pool and he had a realization.<br />
<br />
“I think Marco is pissing himself in our pool,” he said.<br />
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“Better in the pool than pissing himself sitting here,” Roger replied.<br />
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“Yes,” Thomas said, “I wouldn’t want to clean up that mess.”<br />
<br />
“What mess?” Roger asked. He had forgotten what he had just said.<br />
<br />
“Don’t worry about it,” Thomas answered.<br />
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“It’s all good. We were just drinking. I think we had too much, but Marco there deserves it. Heather wants to stick a dildo up his butt.”<br />
<br />
“I’m right here,” Marco said over his shoulder, “I can still hear you.”<br />
<br />
“Really?” Thomas asked.<br />
<br />
“Yes, she wants to peg him but he’s worried about the pain. He says he stuck a finger up there and he’s not sure he likes it. I think he should try one of Heather’s dildos. That’s what I was going to say to him before he jumped in the pool. He should try a dildo and then if he likes it she can go at him with one of those big ol’ strap ons.”<br />
<br />
“It’s a popular thing now,” Thomas replied, “lots of straight guys are figuring out anal sex isn’t such a big deal.”<br />
<br />
“I know, but they have to get over the emasculation first, and the fear of not being- not being a man- and they’ll realize it feels good.”<br />
<br />
“And when was the last time something got put up your butt?” Thomas replied.<br />
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Roger looked to him. It was their own personal secret, or at least private thing. Roger was usually the top and rarely if ever did he put something up his butt even for just a little bit of fun. He shook off the question and stood. Thomas watched him begin to strip, not just his shirt but he dropped his shorts and underwear too.<br />
<br />
“We still have company,” Thomas said, “and neighbors.”<br />
<br />
“Marco has seen me. I’ve seen him. It’s no big deal. It’s not like I’m going to fuck him. Hey Marco are you okay with me being naked?”<br />
<br />
“I’m fine,” Marco replied.<br />
<br />
“Do you want to take off your clothes and we can go skinny dipping?”<br />
<br />
“Too late,” Marco replied before tossing his soaking wet shorts and underwear onto the pool deck.<br />
<br />
They both laughed and Thomas sighed before looking up to his neighbors’ windows to see if there were any lights on or any motion of someone watching them. He didn’t see any so he just hoped for the best. Roger walked to the pool, his feet slapped against the cement, and then he jumped into the water. When he emerged Thomas was surprised to see him in a panic and stroking to reach Marco who quickly pulled him to the wall. Thomas got up to his feet but stopped when he realized they were both safe, though they were face to face with Roger gripping the wall behind Marco. They laughed and giggled.<br />
<br />
“Aw dude, your dick is touching my dick,” Marco said.<br />
<br />
“Sorry, it’s just, I almost drowned,” Roger replied, “I swallowed some water.”<br />
<br />
“And it’s hard,” Marco said before trying to move Roger away to one side.<br />
<br />
Roger gave in to his friend’s hands and moved beside him but clung to the wall. Thomas sat and watched them carefully.<br />
<br />
“I bet you’d never feel my hard dick again,” Roger joked.<br />
<br />
“When did that happen?” Thomas asked from the shadows.<br />
<br />
“Our second year together his parents came for something or other and we decided to share the bed-”<br />
<br />
“We were sharing the room. You decided to share the bed,” Marco replied.<br />
<br />
“And you knew he was gay?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, I came out to him months prior. Well, we both needed a good nights sleep so I asked him to share my bed. It was fine at first, we even made up this little dividing line down the middle, but Marco here is a restless sleeper and at some point we got intertwined with each other, my hard dick ended up on his thigh by the time we woke up. It was hilarious.”<br />
<br />
“You thought it was hilarious, I blocked it from my memory until now.”<br />
<br />
Thomas shook off the thought and cleared his throat. He wanted a return to normal. He wanted to go to bed but he didn’t want to leave two drunks, two naked drunks, in his pool.<br />
<br />
“Are you both done?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“I’m ready to get out,” Marco said.<br />
<br />
“Me too, I’m too drunk for this.”<br />
<br />
They both started to move along the wall to the stairs. When Roger struggled with them Marco was quick to grab him from behind and push him up. Together they emerged from the water and walked to where Thomas sat, Marco behind Roger partially holding him up and Roger half asleep. Thomas was quick to take him in his arms and help them both inside where he let Roger slide to the ground and helped Marco to a chair. He retrieved towels for them and helped his husband Roger to the bedroom before returning to find Marco asleep in the chair with the towel over his chest and his dick laying across his thigh. He took a moment to appreciate the naked man before him then retrieved his phone and sent a text to Heather that Marco was drunk and would sleep it off at their house, then he locked the sliding door and strategically turned out the lights before going to the bedroom.<br />
<br />
The next morning with the sunrise, Marco awoke to find himself naked in his best friend’s home not entirely sure why. He wrapped the towel around himself, found his still wet clothes on the pool deck, then walked home to find Heather still in bed. She helped him to it and they fell asleep together. That afternoon Roger knocked at his door wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. He handed over his phone and wallet. Marco invited him inside the house, a sheet wrapped around himself in some attempt at a toga.<br />
<br />
“Are we still friends?” Roger asked.<br />
<br />
“What all did we do?”<br />
<br />
“Nothing, you know, I didn’t rape you.”<br />
<br />
“Whoa, who said anything about rape? I mean, I kind of remember what happened, and if anything I’d probably be the one raping you,” Marco shot back.<br />
<br />
“I feel like shit,” Roger said to break the conversation.<br />
<br />
“Little hair of the dog?”<br />
<br />
“So we’re still friends?”<br />
<br />
“Of course we’re still friends. Our partners probably hate us, but of course we’re friends, even if you poked me in the belly with your little, hard dick,” Marco said.<br />
<br />
“Little?”<br />
<br />
“Okay, big, hard dick,” Marco said.<br />
He poured them each a drink of whiskey and they downed it. He motioned for Roger to sit on the couch and they sat next to each other.<br />
<br />
“Is Heather out?”<br />
<br />
“Yep. Is Thomas out?”<br />
<br />
“No, but he kind of said I had to find something to do for a while.”<br />
<br />
“Kicked you out?”<br />
<br />
“Just for a little bit. I get kind of cranky when I’m hungover and he said I only can blame myself but we, you, had serious stuff to talk about last night.”<br />
<br />
“You remember that?”<br />
<br />
“Of course I do. Are you going to do it?”<br />
<br />
“I think so,” Marco replied.<br />
<br />
“Then here, take this, it’s the address and number for a discreet sex toy store. I recommend you go there and find the smallest dildo then work your way up. You can get all kinds, some vibrate and they feel really good.”<br />
<br />
“If I remember from last night you don’t stick anything up your butt,” Marco said.<br />
<br />
“What? You remember that? No, it’s not, I mean...”<br />
<br />
“Let’s never talk about this again?” Marco asked.<br />
<br />
“Deal,” Roger replied.<br />
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Find the second part: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/str8-part-two-eight-loving-arms.html</span><br />
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No matter how many reasons there was to go Johnny felt guilt as he</div>
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stood along the on ramp for the highway because some part of him</div>
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believed, some part of him knew, that if he just went home, if he just</div>
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laid low, and maybe even hid somewhere, that he’d be okay, it would be</div>
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okay. But okay wasn’t enough to make him stop. Okay wasn’t enough to</div>
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hold him. So he stood there under the morning sun with his thumb out</div>
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hoping for a ride and when a truck stopped and picked him up he was</div>
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grateful. That bit of guilt shrunk a little more with each mile and</div>
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so by fifty miles out of town he was starting to feel pretty good</div>
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until the driver told him to get out because he was going into town.</div>
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Johnny hopped out with his bag in tow and walked to the shade of some</div>
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trees in a small turn around area. He slung the bag over one shoulder</div>
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and waited.</div>
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Cars passed by but no one stopped and at first it was annoying until</div>
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he started to think about who those people were. They were mostly</div>
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mothers and fathers and he was a teenage boy trying to bum a free</div>
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ride. He shifted from foot to foot to redistribute his weight as the</div>
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minutes turned into almost two hours. That’s when the sun disappeared</div>
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behind some clouds and he didn’t take notice of it until he heard the</div>
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crack of thunder and rain fell down onto him and all around. It</div>
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wasn’t something he had really noticed before, the way the road</div>
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changes from a kind of gray color to jet black, the way the air cools,</div>
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and the feeling of being pelted by lots of little droplets, ice cold</div>
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droplets that soaked his hair, his shirt, his shoes, and even his</div>
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jeans. He tried to hide under different trees but none of them were</div>
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good cover so he finally went back where he could be seen and sat on</div>
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his bag.</div>
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There was a distant rumble he mistook for thunder at first, but it was</div>
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persistent, a kind of growl of some beast sped towards him. He looked</div>
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up from his hands to the road where he saw a single light cutting</div>
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through the sheets of rain. He stuck out his thumb. The growl became</div>
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a roar that brushed over his skin as it passed and he dropped his hand</div>
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and looked to his shoes, eighty dollars he didn’t have. But then he</div>
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heard the beast nearly go quiet and he looked up to see the driver</div>
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turn around to head back in his direction. He jumped to his feet as</div>
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it passed him again and for a moment he was heart broke that it was</div>
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just someone fooling him until the driver turned around a second time</div>
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and approached him at a slower speed.</div>
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“Ever ride before?”</div>
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He wanted to lie. He wanted to say anything to get out of this</div>
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predicament and yet he felt the truth force its way out of him.</div>
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“No,” he replied.</div>
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“Well, just climb on and hold tight.”</div>
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So he did. He climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and clung to</div>
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his savior, perhaps a little too tight at first as he felt the man’s</div>
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hands readjust his grip before the bike roared to life and he was</div>
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pulled along by it. At first he tried to look over the man’s shoulder</div>
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but rain pelted him in his eyes so he changed to hold his head down at</div>
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an angle and just hope for the best. They went another ten miles,</div>
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lightning illuminated the sky and thunder penetrated the vibrations</div>
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and roar of the bike so he clung tighter. The leather felt slick in</div>
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his fingers and for a moment he thought he would fall off until he</div>
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felt it slow and the driver pulled off the road.</div>
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A quick tap to his hands and he let go. He waited for a moment then</div>
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climbed off. He looked beside them to see an old barn with the front</div>
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door open but not much else around, no house, no trailer, no sign of</div>
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anyone living there. And for a moment he thought he was going to be</div>
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left there, taken to a dry spot and left on his own, a small gesture</div>
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of good will, until the driver pulled the bike up and under and awning</div>
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attached to the side of the barn. Johnny watched the man walk</div>
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confidently into the barn and he just stood there unsure what he</div>
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should do.</div>
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“Are you just going to stand out there all day?”</div>
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The logic of sarcasm hit him and he quickly ran inside where he found</div>
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the other man surveying the place, for a moment his black helmet made</div>
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him look like an alien to Johnny and he laughed a little to himself.</div>
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The driver pulled off the helmet and for a moment he couldn’t believe</div>
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what he saw, a middle aged man with short hair and a very handsome</div>
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face. He felt himself soften just by looking at the man’s face and</div>
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for a moment he felt comfortable until he turned to him and looked him</div>
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in the eyes and he felt every muscle tighten again.</div>
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“It’s dry,” the man said, “it’ll do.”</div>
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“Right,” Johnny replied.</div>
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“Well, better make ourselves comfortable.”</div>
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Johnny watched the man quickly strip out of his gloves and leather</div>
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jacket and hung them up on hooks. He set his helmet where it wouldn’t</div>
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be knocked over easily, then pulled off his shirt. Johnny stood</div>
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puzzled for a moment until he saw the white t-shirt was translucent</div>
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and it made sense until the man slid off his boots and down came his</div>
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jeans. No underwear, Johnny realized, and he chuckled again to</div>
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himself as he watched the man’s dick shake back and forth, then bounce</div>
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as he moved. He set his boots to dry and carried a small black bag</div>
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over to a bail of hay. He sat and looked to Johnny who stood amazed</div>
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at the sight. There the man sat completely naked in an old barn on a</div>
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road he had probably traveled a half dozen times for one reason or</div>
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another. How many times had he passed this barn and thought about it?</div>
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His contemplation was broken when the man unzipped his bag and pulled</div>
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out a half pint of whiskey that was half full. He drank from it then</div>
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offered the bottle to Johnny who waved it away out of politeness.</div>
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Instead he looked over the man’s body as he crossed his ankles, there</div>
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before him was a man who’s muscles told the story of his life. Well</div>
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developed calf muscles and thighs meant he probably did labor work,</div>
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muscled arms confirmed the thought, but his soft, white stomach meant</div>
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that he worked outside in the sun with an undershirt on so maybe he</div>
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was a little embarrassed about it or maybe there were requirements,</div>
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either way it was like the soft belly of a rabbit. It was in contrast</div>
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to his dark, tattooed arms.</div>
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“Are you just going to stand there and stare all day or are you going</div>
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to strip down and get comfortable?”</div>
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Johnny tried to speak but only managed a few audible sounds of</div>
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surprise and embarrassment before he set down his bag and began to</div>
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take off his clothes. The man had already down his strip tease and</div>
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Johnny felt on the spot as he stood there. He pulled off his shirt,</div>
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unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, began to lower them when he</div>
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realized the man was a stranger and that his own dick was betraying</div>
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him by starting to chub up. Pause, he thought, distract him.</div>
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“What’s your name?”</div>
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“Charles, but everyone calls me Chuck,” he said.</div>
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“Where are you going?”</div>
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“My friend is having a party this weekend so I’m going up to his</div>
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place. It’s going to be a blowout. There’ll be lots of beer,</div>
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barbecue, and women.”</div>
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“Really?”</div>
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And for some reason the distraction hadn’t worked on the stranger but</div>
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on himself as Johnny reached down to take off his shoes. The first</div>
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one was easy but the second one was a bit of a struggle as his jeans</div>
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fell to his ankles and he started to hop around on one foot until he</div>
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finally fell to his butt. Chuck let out a big laugh and downed the</div>
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rest of his bottle before pulling out a pack of cigarettes.</div>
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“You probably want to take off that other shoe now that you’re down</div>
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like that,” he said with a motion of his hand. “Are you okay?”</div>
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“Fine,” Johnny said before finally getting his other shoe off. He</div>
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pulled his jeans off as well and stood. He set about hanging up his</div>
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clothes, not quite sure where to put them. He moved about back and</div>
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forth in his white briefs hanging things and readjusting as he didn’t</div>
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quite want to go over and sit next to the man. But eventually he had</div>
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no reason to stay on his feet and he dragged his bag over and sat on</div>
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it.</div>
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“Protect that with your life?”</div>
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“It is my life,” Johnny replied.</div>
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“Good for you,” the man replied.</div>
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Johnny tried to keep looking the man in the eye or else over his</div>
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shoulder, but he definitely tried to avoid looking down to his crotch</div>
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where the man’s penis lay over his left thigh like a slug. But</div>
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there’s shadows and I’m in my underwear, he told himself.</div>
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“Well, if the rain don’t let up I don’t know what we’re gonna do,”</div>
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Chuck said, “I finished my half pint of whiskey and I don’t have any</div>
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weed on me, fresh out.”</div>
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Weed? Johnny had weed. He was about to say something when he felt a</div>
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fear of someone, this stranger, knowing he had something of value.</div>
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This was a seasoned biker, and here he was a teenager trying to</div>
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hitchhike across the country. But this is what I wanted, he told</div>
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himself, I wanted an adventure.</div>
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“I’ve got some in my bag,” Johnny blurted out.</div>
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“Well, it don’t look like this rain is about to give up so let’s have</div>
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ourselves a little party here.”</div>
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“Really?”</div>
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“Does it look like we’re going anywhere?”</div>
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“No, I guess not,” Johnny replied.</div>
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In a flash he was on his feet and into his bag. He pushed and pulled</div>
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until he finally came out with the twenty dollar bag he bought off a</div>
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friend. He handed it over to the man who eyed it carefully through</div>
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the cellophane bag.</div>
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“Anything to smoke it?”</div>
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“What? Oh no, I didn’t think about that. I didn’t want to carry a</div>
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pipe around with me, you know, it’s lumpy.”</div>
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“Stay here,” Chuck said, “I spotted some apple trees.”</div>
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Johnny sat on his bag and watched the man pull himself to his feet</div>
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then comfortably walk across the floor of the barn, peak out the front</div>
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door, then stroll out sight. He felt his dick harden more. And yet</div>
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the man had walked off, a grunt and the sound of rustling leaves,</div>
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Chuck reappeared in the doorway with three apples in hand. He</div>
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retrieved a knife from his jacket then went back to his seat and sat.</div>
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Johnny watched him quickly carve the apple into a pipe. And with all</div>
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of the movement he couldn’t help but also see the man’s dick move a</div>
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little which at first he took for the normal movement of testicles but</div>
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as he watched the man stuff the apple with weed he noticed the man was</div>
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getting an erection, at least the beginning of an erection. He slowly</div>
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turned his knee away hoping to get his own crotch out of sight but</div>
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continued to pay attention to the man who pulled a lighter from his</div>
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bag where he kept his whiskey and hit the apple. He breathed deep and</div>
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handed it over to Johnny who didn’t know what to make of it at first</div>
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but eventually he figured out how to put his lips to the apple’s body</div>
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and suck out the smoke. He hit it twice then passed it back.</div>
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“Good shit,” Chuck said with an exhale.</div>
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“I know I feel much better,” Johnny replied.</div>
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“Good, so does that mean you’re finally going to take off those</div>
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ridiculous little briefs you’re wearing. You do realize I can see</div>
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right through them right?”</div>
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“Really?”</div>
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“Oh yeah, when you fell on your ass I saw all of it, walking back and</div>
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forth, every jiggle, every bounce. Hell I could tell if you’re cut or</div>
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uncut.”</div>
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“What?”</div>
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“Cut, am I right?”</div>
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“Oh god,” Johnny said before breaking into nervous, panicked laughter.</div>
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“Don’t worry about it. We’re both guys but you going around like</div>
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that. It’s cute but it’s not hiding anything. Get comfortable and</div>
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stretch out.”</div>
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Johnny could tell by the timber of his voice and the words that he was</div>
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being sincere so he pushed himself up and walked to a peg where he</div>
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covered himself with one hand and took off his underwear with the</div>
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other then hung it up. He walked back to Chuck and sat next to him.</div>
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Chuck looked over, then down to his crotch and back up into his eyes.</div>
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He made a motion with his head as if Johnny shouldn’t be embarrassed</div>
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and he realized the man knew he was circumcised so he had seen it all</div>
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before and he uncovered himself.</div>
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“Now, let’s get stoned,” Chuck said.</div>
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And they continued to pass the apple back and forth, Chuck made</div>
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improvements each time and eventually the passing slowed, then</div>
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stopped. Johnny felt a little sleepy and he closed his eyes for a</div>
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moment, let his head fall. When his jaw his hit his chest he awoke</div>
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and found himself looking down at Chuck’s hard dick. He felt his eyes</div>
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widen in surprise but clenched his jaw and bit his tongue.</div>
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“Weed always makes me horny, looks like it got to you too,” he said.</div>
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Johnny looked to his own dick which was rock hard and leaking</div>
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ejaculate. He was just a little hard. It wasn’t a chubby. His dick</div>
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was completely hard. He looked to away and for a moment he wanted to</div>
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run until he felt Chuck’s hand take hold of it. A slightly rough,</div>
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slightly calloused hand took hold of his dick, then another stacked on</div>
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top gripped his dick like a baseball bat. He turned to look to</div>
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Chuck’s eyes to see if there was hate or lust there but instead he</div>
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found Chuck quickly going down on him. He felt the man’s lips touch</div>
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the head. His hands caressed down the shaft followed by his mouth</div>
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until he felt the man gag a little.</div>
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This was it. This was the adventure. He was in a barn, the smell of</div>
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hay and old wood, a thunderstorm outside and he was naked with a biker</div>
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who was giving him a blow job, one of the best he had ever gotten</div>
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because Chuck could take inches. Just from the movement of his hands</div>
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he knew the man knew how to stimulate a dick and seemed to appreciate</div>
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a big dick at that, but he could swallow like no one else. Johnny</div>
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felt himself getting comfortable, his knees parted, raised up a little</div>
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and that’s when he felt Chuck’s tongue go lower right between his ass</div>
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cheeks to his hole. He had never felt it before and the man was right</div>
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into him. He felt it squirm and press into his skin, tease him open a</div>
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little and wiggle. His dick felt like it was going to shoot off from</div>
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his body.</div>
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Then he felt a finger, one of those rough fingers pushed into him down</div>
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there and the man licked back up over his dick, over his muscled abs,</div>
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teased at his nipples and finally they looked each other in the eye.</div>
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“When you woke up this morning is this what you thought you’d be</div>
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doing?” Chuck asked.</div>
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“Did you?”</div>
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“I’m off by a couple hours but hell yeah,” he answered.</div>
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“Really?”</div>
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Chuck bit into his neck and sucked at it a little. Johnny felt the</div>
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wetness of spit down over his body, his dick in one hand and finger in</div>
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his hole. He cried out and grunted as the man continued to tease him.</div>
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And he looked up into his eyes again. For a moment he thought this</div>
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rough man would have his way with him, leave him there possibly naked,</div>
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fucked over and used but then he saw this kindness in the man’s eyes</div>
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and the man smiled at him.</div>
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“First I’ll fuck you then you fuck me if it’s still raining,” Chuck said.</div>
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“Okay,” Johnny sighed.<br />
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Chapter 01: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html</span><br />
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Chapter 02: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html</span><br />
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Chapter 03: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html</span><br />
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Chapter 04: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html</span></div>
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But it wasn’t just Howard that wanted his dick, Peter did too, and he</div>
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made his move a few days later while they were playing videogames.</div>
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“I think you’re really cute,” Peter said.</div>
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Johnny almost spit on his drink, a bit did leak from his lips and he</div>
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wiped it away with the back of his hand before looking to his friend.</div>
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He didn’t know what had come over him. They had been friends most of</div>
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their lives and yet somehow now there was a desperation there in his</div>
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eyes. Johnny knew that desperation. He had seen it in other men. He</div>
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had seen it in his father’s eyes, but he had never suspected after all</div>
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these years that Peter wanted him too.</div>
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There had always been this kind of sexless friendship, this respect of</div>
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body, that had existed between them. They had seen each other in</div>
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various states of undress and even naked in the shower and locker room</div>
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but it wasn’t attraction, at least he didn’t feel there was and yet</div>
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his friend looked at him with need. And yet he felt suspicious. Was</div>
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this some kind of test? Had Peter seen him with his father or found</div>
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out somehow? Had he left behind any clues? Did the man tell his son?</div>
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None of that seemed likely or possible.</div>
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“Why now?” Johnny asked.</div>
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“Because it’s over, you know, school is over. We’re going off to</div>
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college and I don’t know, I want to try it, with you. I don’t want</div>
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some stranger, some random fuck. I want you to be my first.”</div>
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“Your first?”</div>
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“Yeah, is that okay?”</div>
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“How do you know you wouldn’t be my first?”</div>
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“Would I be?”</div>
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“No,” Johnny replied. “But why?”</div>
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“I see the way other guys look at you. And to be honest I heard a few</div>
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rumors. I heard you let Chad suck you off.”</div>
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“Chad?”</div>
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“Did you?”</div>
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“Yeah, but it wasn’t like this. I barely knew the guy.”</div>
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“That’s what makes this special.”</div>
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“But like, don’t go falling for me or anything. I mean this is just,</div>
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you know, between us and just for the summer. It’s like friends with</div>
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benefits.”</div>
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“Who says you won’t fall for me?” Peter replied with a smirk.</div>
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“Okay, a one time thing-”</div>
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“Well, we have all summer technically.”</div>
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“Only if you’re good,” Johnny said.</div>
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They both broke into laughter. And they continued to play videogames,</div>
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as if that one thing had been expressed and now sat there between</div>
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them. Johnny wasn’t sure if his friend was making a joke. He wasn’t</div>
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sure if his friend was gay, bisexual, or maybe trysexual. Did he</div>
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really want it? He suspicions dissipated when he felt Peter’s hand on</div>
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his bare knee begin to massage his skin then move up slowly through</div>
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the hairs of his thigh pushing his basketball shorts up to his crotch.</div>
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Peter put his hand inside, groped at his dick through his jock strap.</div>
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It was too familiar, Johnny thought and so he paused the game and</div>
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decided to shift tactics.</div>
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Instead of being groped he’d turn the tables and leaned towards his</div>
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friend, slowly and gently he pulled him into a kiss. Peter was</div>
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surprised at first but gave into the feeling as Johnny pressed into</div>
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him and pushed him down onto the couch. He pushed his friend’s shirt</div>
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up and grabbed at his nipples, then ran his hands down over his flat,</div>
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soft stomach to his hips, ran his fingers between the waist band of</div>
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his underwear and his skin until he was ready to pull the front down</div>
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and uncover his dick. Peter pulled away, turned his head for air.</div>
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“Wait,” he said.</div>
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<br />
“What is it? Do you want to stop?”</div>
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“No it’s just, I mean I want to do this but, you know, I’m embarrassed.”</div>
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<br />
“What are you embarrassed about? Being gay? It’s no big deal.”</div>
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“No, I... I have a small dick.”</div>
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Johnny let out a little laugh then kissed at his neck, stuck his</div>
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fingers down inside the crotch of his friend’s underwear and felt the</div>
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lump there. It wasn’t big. He knew that. He had seen it before.</div>
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But he hadn’t actually measured it.</div>
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“Don’t worry about it,” Johnny said.</div>
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“No, really, I’d much rather suck your dick or something.”</div>
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<br />
“Have you ever sucked dick?”</div>
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“No, but it would be easier.”</div>
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<br />
“How would it be easier if you’ve never done it before?”</div>
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“I’d feel more comfortable.”</div>
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“Because you think you have a small dick?”</div>
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Peter nodded. But Johnny didn’t let it stop him. He ran his fingers</div>
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to his back, hands under him, he seized the back of his shorts and</div>
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underwear and pulled them down to his knees, pushed his shirt up and</div>
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there it was, Peter’s little dick was hard. Johnny went for it.</div>
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Licked at his nuts, sucked on them, and then eventually stuck his dick</div>
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into his mouth. It was the smallest he had ever dealt with and yet</div>
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there was something fun about it, the feeling of taking the whole</div>
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thing into his mouth including his balls, the feeling of his whole</div>
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manhood inside him. He reached up to his Peter’s chest and began to</div>
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tweak his nipples as he continued to suck.</div>
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“That feels so good,” Peter cried out.</div>
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“See, don’t you like it, when I suck you. Do you really think, you’re</div>
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prepared, to suck my big dick?”</div>
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<br />
He said the words between sucking and kisses and licks. He worked</div>
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Peter’s little dick for a long time and just when he was ready to blow</div>
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they heard the sound of his father enter the house. He pulled away</div>
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and Peter sat up, pulled his shorts and underwear back up around his</div>
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waist and they went back to playing the videogame. Johnny and Peter</div>
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looked back and forth at each other then to the doorway expecting the</div>
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man to step in any minute if even just to say hello. But he didn’t.</div>
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Johnny looked to Peter’s crotch and saw his throbbing dick begin to</div>
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deflate.</div>
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“Hey boys,” Howard said as he passed by.</div>
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They listened as the man went to his bedroom. They heard the opening</div>
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of drawers and closets which usually meant that the man was changing</div>
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clothes. Peter paused the game.</div>
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<br />
“What do we do?”</div>
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“I don’t know,” Johnny replied with a shrug of his shoulders.</div>
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“I’ve got blue balls,” Peter replied.</div>
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“Well, get over it,” Johnny said.</div>
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<br />
“Just a little bit more.”</div>
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Johnny heard the shower start in the master bathroom that was attached</div>
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to the master bedroom. He looked to his friend, made sure no one was</div>
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looking through his windows, then went back at him, pulled his</div>
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underwear and shorts down under his balls. It was still there. He</div>
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sucked at it this time hoping to make it much faster. Peter felt the</div>
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pleasure but also the panic of being discovered by his father and for</div>
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just a moment it was the best feeling until the orgasm happened.</div>
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Johnny sucked and swallowed until his dick was empty. They heard a</div>
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door close.</div>
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“Oh crap my dad,” Peter said.</div>
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He pulled his waistbands up but his erection was still obvious so he</div>
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adjusted his dick so that it was held there under the band and pulled</div>
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his shirt down over his crotch in an attempt to create shadows so it</div>
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wouldn’t be seen.</div>
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“How are you boys?” Howard asked as he stepped into the room dressed</div>
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in a towel wrapped around his waist.</div>
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“Good,” Peter replied.</div>
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“Fine sir,” Johnny said.</div>
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“What have you boys been up to you both look flushed?”</div>
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“Oh uh, just playing videogames,” Peter said with a bit of a crack in his voice.<br />
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"And wrestling around a little, you know, just goofing,” Johnny said.</div>
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“Well okay, your mom is out. How about we go for steaks?” Howard</div>
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asked as he lazily scratched at himself. His towel was form fitting</div>
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and left little to the imagination wrapped just under his hip bone,</div>
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his dick looked plump.</div>
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“Dad,” Peter said and motioned with his hand.</div>
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<br />
“What?”</div>
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“Go get dressed or something.”</div>
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Howard laughed in response then rolled his eyes and walked away to the</div>
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kitchen. They listened as he poured himself juice then drank it down.</div>
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Finally he made his way back into the doorway and looked to both of</div>
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them.</div>
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“What do you think?”</div>
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“I think you should get dressed,” Peter said.<br />
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“Stop being such a prude. It’s just us guys.”</div>
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“We’re uh, going to my room.”</div>
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Howard sighed and rolled his eyes again.</div>
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“Would you tell my son to stop being such a girl?”</div>
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Johnny looked to Peter then back to his friend’s dad. It was a</div>
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fifty-fifty thing. He wasn’t sure who he could live with upsetting</div>
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and who would hate him.</div>
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“Come on,” Peter said getting to his feet.</div>
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Peter walked past his father and down the hallway. Johnny began to</div>
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follow but before he could leave the room Howard dropped his towel and</div>
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Johnny saw him completely naked, a muscled, middle-aged body, gray</div>
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hair and his limp dick. He wanted to move to him, grab him, kiss him,</div>
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but he thought of his friend down the hallway in his room. There was</div>
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no time for that.</div>
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“Would you?” Howard asked.</div>
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Johnny squatted down and picked up the towel. He handed it back to</div>
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the man and stood and looked him in the eye at the same time. The man</div>
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had a smirk on his face. He was teasing him right here in his home,</div>
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completely naked while his son was down the hallway waiting. Johnny</div>
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felt guilt in that moment, guilt for letting anything with Howard get</div>
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started and guilt for keeping a secret from Peter. He stepped beside</div>
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the man and started to walk past him when he felt a slap to his ass.</div>
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“If you wrestle around try not to break anything,” Howard said.</div>
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Johnny felt his shoulders tighten. Did he know? Did he suspect? He</div>
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shook his head to try and rid himself of the feeling as he walked the</div>
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hallway but it wasn’t enough. He stepped into his friend’s room and</div>
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closed the door.</div>
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“Are we going to dinner with your dad?”</div>
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“Probably, I know he’ll make a big deal if we don’t. Ever since I</div>
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graduated it’s like a constant party to him. My mom wants him to slow</div>
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down. I want him to slow down.” Peter pulled off his jersey, dropped</div>
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his shorts and underwear, then stepped out of them. “We won’t have</div>
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long and I really want to try and suck your dick.”</div>
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Johnny let out a sigh and locked the bedroom door before moving to his</div>
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friend. He placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders and gently</div>
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pulled him to his knees. He stuck his fingers in his hair down there</div>
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and tilted his head up to look him in the eye.</div>
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“Don’t get greedy, don’t puke, and don’t stop,” Johnny said.</div>
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“Okay,” Peter replied.</div>
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And with that he pulled at Johnny’s shorts and they fell to his</div>
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ankles. He began to slowly move to his crotch when Johnny pulled him</div>
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into it, pressed his face right into his jock covered dick.</div>
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“Can we go slower?” Peter asked with his face shoved into Johnny’s crotch.</div>
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“Start sucking,” Johnny replied.<br />
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Chapter 01: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html</span><br />
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Chapter 02: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html</span><br />
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Chapter 03: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html</span><br />
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Chapter 04: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html</span></div>
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Surrounded as he was by strangers Johnny felt like even if this was a</div>
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mistake that he was glad to be there. Take it one moment at a time,</div>
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he told himself, this is the beginning of an adventure. And yet he</div>
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couldn’t help but think of Greg’s warning, there was danger too. He</div>
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looked around and identified the homeless woman in the corner reading</div>
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a newspaper. She had to intent on going anywhere else. He spotted</div>
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the family of four who sat a few tables away, the overworked father</div>
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and the desperate, anxious mother, two boys who just wanted to play.</div>
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He spotted the man in a suit and tie who ate quickly then dashed out</div>
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the door eager to make some money. There was an old couple, a man and</div>
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woman who seemed to be bonded together, who watched each other and</div>
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moved in compliment with each other.</div>
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Staying at home would have been easy. He could be on the couch right</div>
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now playing videogames and trash talking his enemies. He could be out</div>
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on his skateboard riding along the sidewalk killing time. Killing</div>
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time, that’s all he would be doing. He had told his mother what he</div>
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was going to do. She didn’t believe him, so that morning he left a</div>
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letter for her. He said he was going to take the long way to college,</div>
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though he still wasn’t sure he was going to end up there. But even as</div>
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he sat there he thought about standing on the side of the road.</div>
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Thirty miles could be so far away with just two feet, and three</div>
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months... three months meant ninety days of finding breakfast, lunch,</div>
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dinner, a roof to put over his head, but most important of all a way</div>
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to travel, a way to see the country. Whatever it was, whatever he had</div>
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to do, it had to be better than just sitting around and waiting,</div>
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keeping up pretenses, keeping everyone happy.</div>
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Travel would be good for him, he told himself, anything to stay away</div>
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from the trouble he had almost caused, anything to stay away from</div>
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Peter and his father Howard. What would they think of him going</div>
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missing? Would they mourn him? Would they share their grief? He had</div>
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really put himself between a rock and a hard place with them.</div>
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Just two months until graduation, that’s when it happened. Peter and</div>
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Johnny had been on the basketball court playing against each other,</div>
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jerseys and shorts, a quick game so they wouldn’t be bored. That’s</div>
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when Howard showed up in his new Mustang. He honked at the boys to</div>
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get their attention. Peter saw his father in the car and dropped the</div>
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ball. It hit his foot and rolled across the court into the fence.</div>
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“It’s my father,” he said, “and he’s got a new car.”</div>
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Johnny looked over to where his friend stared and he made it out</div>
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instantly. There Howard sat in the driver’s seat with a big smile on</div>
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his face. He waved at the boys to come over. He was eager for them</div>
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to see it, eager for them to praise him for buying it, be in awe that</div>
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he could afford such a thing. Johnny shrugged off the awkwardness of</div>
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the situation and said, “let’s go see it.”</div>
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“Another one of my father’s mid-life crisis mistakes,” Peter replied,</div>
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“I wonder how long my mom is going to let him keep it.”</div>
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“It’s not so bad. Maybe he’ll let you drive it,” Johnny replied</div>
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before tagging his friend on the shoulder and beginning to walk across</div>
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the court.</div>
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“I’ll be right there. I’m going to get the ball,” Peter said.</div>
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Johnny didn’t look back. He walked across the court to the man, his</div>
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grin getting bigger the closer he got. He tried to memorize each</div>
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detail of the car as he did. It was shiny and had no imperfections,</div>
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no scratches and no dents, everything about it was new. He moved to</div>
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the driver’s side door and leaned down to the window.</div>
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“Do you like it?”</div>
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“It looks really good Mr. Luftcox,” he replied.</div>
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“I just got it. It’s my little treat to myself.”</div>
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“It’s nice.”</div>
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“Fresh from the showroom floor, the salesman had to give me some</div>
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lessons to drive it, just a few. I had muscle cars when I was</div>
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younger. When I was your age I’d drive around and get all kinds of</div>
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action.” He winked to Johnny who smiled back despite the feeling that</div>
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passed from his shoulders to his stomach. “There’s no good place to</div>
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max it out but I’ve been up and down the highways here, almost got a</div>
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speeding ticket. She really goes.”</div>
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“She?”</div>
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“Yeah, you know cars and ships are fine women,” Howard said.</div>
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“Well, it’s really nice.”</div>
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“Get Peter over here and I’ll take you both for a spin. The backseat</div>
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isn’t much but the ride is a lot of fun.”</div>
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There was another feeling that passed through him. This man wanted to</div>
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celebrate. Johnny looked over his shoulder to see Peter walk across</div>
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the court slowly dribbling the ball as he did, as if he could put off</div>
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this truth. He stepped off the court, tucked the ball under his arm,</div>
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and moved to them.</div>
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“Wow dad,” he said.</div>
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“Do you boys want to go for a ride?”</div>
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“Yeah,” Johnny said hoping his friend would go along with it.</div>
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“I don’t know,” Peter replied.</div>
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“Hey, it’s really nice. You can both fit.”</div>
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“Well, I guess before mom makes you take it back,” Peter said.</div>
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“Hey, no way, not this time. This is mine. I paid for it completely.”</div>
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Johnny looked to Peter who bit his lip. He could tell his friend had</div>
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mixed feelings about this. Hell, it was more than mixed feelings.</div>
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Peter was angry at his father for being so irresponsible, yet he knew</div>
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there was nothing he could say. The man was always telling him about</div>
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all the work he did, all the sacrifices he made, not just his time but</div>
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other peoples time. He was the owner and the boss of his own</div>
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construction company, a well known construction company that got bids</div>
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for expensive jobs. Bids that he at times had alluded to being not so</div>
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on the level, the shady dealings of working with the mob, doing</div>
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whatever he needed to do. Peter had told him and he had heard for</div>
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himself how the man had started from nothing and worked his way up.</div>
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Almost every time they sat down to a spaghetti dinner he’d point out</div>
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to the boy that it was better than the ketchup and noodles they were</div>
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eating when he was five.</div>
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“Let’s go, hop in,” the man said.</div>
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Johnny stood and looked to Peter who shrugged. His face was serene,</div>
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the familiar disassociation that Johnny had come to know from his</div>
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friend, the look that said he had a feeling he couldn’t express but he</div>
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knew the right thing to do. The right thing to do was to get into the</div>
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car and let his father show off and try to impress them. Johnny</div>
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tagged his friend on the shoulder again and motioned for them to walk</div>
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around the car which they did.</div>
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“Hey Peter, why don’t you let Johnny ride in the passenger seat and</div>
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you get in back,” Howard said, “after all you’ll get plenty of</div>
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opportunities to ride along.”</div>
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“Sure,” Peter replied before pushing the passenger seat up and</div>
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climbing into the back with the basketball.</div>
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Johnny saw the look on his friend’s face as he retreated into the</div>
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backseat, held the ball in his lap, tried to shrink into a forgettable</div>
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shadow. Johnny sat in the passenger seat, buckled his seatbelt just</div>
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before Howard shifted into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot.</div>
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He rolled through the lot slowly and came to a stop, looked both ways</div>
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and there was no traffic, then he grinned at Johnny and pressed down</div>
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on the gas. He burned tire before pulling out and speeding down the</div>
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road.</div>
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“Do you hear the purr? Isn’t she great?”</div>
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“It’s awesome,” Johnny replied.</div>
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And it was. He could feel the power of it. It was unlike anything</div>
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else. He could feel the vibrations of the engine, the way it moved.</div>
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It had real power, real speed. Howard was quick to drive through the</div>
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neighborhood with one thing on his mind getting to the highway.</div>
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“Can you just take me home?” Peter asked from his shadow.</div>
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“Nonsense, we’ve got a full tank of gas. You have to at least let me</div>
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show you a little of what this thing can do.”</div>
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Howard made his way to the highway, the familiar turns, all the</div>
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houses, everything went by more quickly than before and Johnny found</div>
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himself enthused by it, turned on by it. He felt his erection push</div>
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against his jockstrap. This was it. He wanted one of his own some</div>
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day, he told himself. And when they got to the highway he worried for</div>
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a moment that the man was going to fast on the on ramp, there was a</div>
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slight squeal of tire but he just kept pushing. He hit sixty before</div>
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even getting on the highway and he didn’t settle for the slow lane, no</div>
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he went right into the passing lane. Seventy, then eighty miles per</div>
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hour, ninety, Johnny felt as if he had left his stomach back on the</div>
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court. He looked around at all the cars they passed, all of the</div>
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semi-trucks, and back to the speedometer, one hundred miles per hour</div>
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and that’s when he felt it. Howard’s hand drifted from the shifter to</div>
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his knee.</div>
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This is what he wanted. It must have been something to do with his</div>
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sweat, Johnny thought, because it had happened before, not just with</div>
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Howard with but other men, young and old, single and married. Was it</div>
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his sweat? Was it his look, a strong jaw, broad shoulders, and a</div>
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muscled body? Was it something else? Ever since he was about</div>
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fourteen he knew other men wanted him, gay and straight. At first it</div>
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felt creepy, like the other men were predators and he was the prey but</div>
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in the last year as he felt he was on the verge of becoming a man it</div>
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felt like something else. Because he realized they didn’t want to eat</div>
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him as he had long suspected and feared, no they wanted him to eat</div>
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them. It was somehow the opposite, he was the hunter and they were</div>
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his prey.</div>
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His fingers moved down through the hairs on his thigh, pushed his</div>
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basketball shorts up, and he reached in and took hold of Johnny’s dick</div>
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that was already leaking ejaculate. Johnny looked over his shoulder</div>
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to Peter who was staring down at his ball not wanting any part of his</div>
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father’s adventure with his new car, then he looked to the man’s</div>
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crotch and he saw he also had an erection.</div>
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“It’s really nice,” Howard said.</div>
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His finger slipped down under Johnny’s balls, under the pouch of his</div>
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jockstrap and between his sweaty cheeks right to his hole. Johnny</div>
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felt the tip right there and he pushed himself back in the seat, felt</div>
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the way it formed around his body. There was the engine’s vibrations,</div>
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the cars behind them, the smell of his own body and the smell of a new</div>
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car. Howard grinned and just when Johnny thought it would come to</div>
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some end the man pulled his hand out and moved it to the shifter.</div>
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“Oh shit, it’s the cops,” he said.</div>
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“Try explaining this one to mom,” Peter said.</div>
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Howard looked in his rear view mirror for a moment to his son. There</div>
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had been a time as Peter had said, when the man would have slapped him</div>
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for saying something like that, but not here, not now, not in front of</div>
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Johnny. He slowed and moved over the lanes to the berm. He came to a</div>
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stop, one glance down to Johnny’s leg and the young man pulled the</div>
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bottom of his shorts to his knee where it was supposed to be.</div>
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They waited for a long time before cop got out of his car. He walked</div>
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up to the window and Howard lowered it. He pulled out his driver’s</div>
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license, his registration and proof of insurance, along with something</div>
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else. He handed over the documents to the cop before looking back to</div>
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Johnny. They both knew Peter wouldn’t be impressed. He wanted his</div>
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father to get a ticket. But Johnny, he was supposed to be impressed,</div>
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and so he acted like he was, tried to put every feeling of admiration</div>
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into his reaction as the cop handed back the documents.</div>
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“Sir, I realize you just got the car and you want to impress your son</div>
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here but you really can’t be out here speeding like this. I’ve got</div>
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the itch myself but it’s dangerous not just for yourself and your son</div>
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but all of these other drivers out here. I’m going to let you off</div>
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with a warning but if it happens again I’ll have to give you a ticket.</div>
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And sir, the way you were driving just now it might just mean your</div>
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license.”</div>
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“Thank you officer,” Howard replied.</div>
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And like that it was over. The cop returned to his car and Howard</div>
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pulled back onto the highway being more conservative and safe in his</div>
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driving. He turned around at the next opportunity and sped back home,</div>
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ten miles over the speed limit but that was just to keep up with</div>
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traffic. Johnny noticed that the man didn’t even come close to</div>
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touching him the entire time. They pulled into the driveway fifteen</div>
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minutes later slightly exhausted from their experience.</div>
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“Do you want to stick around for dinner?” Howard asked.</div>
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“Sure,” Johnny replied.</div>
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They all got out of the car and walked into the house to find it was</div>
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empty. Peter’s mother and sister weren’t home. They walked through</div>
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to the kitchen. There was a note on the refrigerator saying that they</div>
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were both out shopping at the mall and they would be home late. There</div>
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was no food in the oven. Howard made an act of looking in the</div>
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refrigerator and the freezer but said he didn’t want to cook. He</div>
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pulled his wallet out.</div>
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“Hey Peter, would you run and get us some food?”</div>
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“Sure dad,” he replied.</div>
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“Take your sister’s car,” he said, “since she’s out with your mother.”</div>
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Johnny hid the smirk at the thought of Peter driving his sister’s pink</div>
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Volkswagon. It had been a gift from their grandmother when she</div>
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graduated from college. Peter expected he’d get his own, at least</div>
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that was the deal, if he stayed at home all through college, and if he</div>
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graduated with honors.</div>
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“Get us some pizza, wings, breadsticks, a couple cases of pop, and go</div>
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to that little bakery your mom likes and get some cheesecake for</div>
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dessert.”</div>
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“But she’s not even here,” Peter replied.</div>
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“I know, but when she sees my new car she’s going to be pissed. The</div>
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cheesecake might might make it easier for her.”</div>
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“Okay,” Peter sighed. “Do you want to come with me?” he asked looking</div>
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to Johnny who looked out of the corner of his eyes to Howard.</div>
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“No, why don’t you let him stay here? We’ll get things ready, chill</div>
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the wine. You just go take care of it. You should be able to</div>
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manage.”</div>
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Peter gave in to his father’s orders and walked away. Johnny looked</div>
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to the man. Howard smiled back. They both listened for the door to</div>
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the garage to close, then the sound of the garage door opening, Peter</div>
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started the car and backed out of the driveway, breaks screeched when</div>
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he hit the road and Howard shook his head in disappointment.</div>
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“I don’t know what you see in that boy. He can be such a little cry</div>
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baby,” Howard said, “but I guess you two have been friends all of your</div>
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life.”</div>
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Johnny nodded his head. And when the man moved towards him</div>
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aggressively he half stepped back before the man had his hands on his</div>
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sides and wrapped his fingers around him. He pulled Johnny into a</div>
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kiss and once again his dick stiffened in the pouch of his jockstrap.</div>
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Johnny gave a little at first, then kissed back, pushed back at the</div>
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man until the two of them were in a struggle as their hands grabbed at</div>
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each other’s bodies. Johnny pulled away from the kiss.</div>
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“I should go shower,” he said.</div>
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“No, right now I want you. I want you like I’ve never wanted you</div>
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before. I want to lick the sweat from your balls and I want you to</div>
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fuck me until I’m weak in the knees. Come on let’s do it, quick while</div>
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everyone is out.”</div>
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Johnny knew what the man wanted and he was going to give it to him.</div>
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He put his hands on the man’s shoulders and pushed him down until he</div>
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was on his knees. Howard pulled his shorts down just enough to get at</div>
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the pouch, pressed his face against his hard dick through the material</div>
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before pulling that down just enough to free it. He kissed and licked</div>
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at the younger man’s dick, spit ran down his balls and he licked that</div>
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up, licked and sucked the sweat, the salt, from the younger man’s</div>
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skin. He put his dick into his mouth and he sucked. Johnny felt the</div>
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rush of blood, the feeling that his dick would be turned inside out by</div>
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this man’s mouth and he ran his fingers through the man’s hair. He</div>
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heard the squeak of his sneakers on the linoleum floor as he slid back</div>
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into the refrigerator and the man kept at him.</div>
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There he stood in his best friend’s kitchen getting a blow job from</div>
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his father. His shorts fell down around his ankles, the straps of his</div>
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jock clung to his butt cheeks, his jersey stretched with the bobbing</div>
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of the man’s head. He ran his fingers over his own nipples as he</div>
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stood in the orange light of the ceiling fan. It was so wrong and yet</div>
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it felt so good. This was his best friend’s father and yet this man</div>
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wanted him and wanted this man. Howard pulled off his dick and it</div>
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slapped him across the face as he went in to tongue his balls again.</div>
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“I want it. Fuck me right here,” the man ordered.</div>
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“Get up,” Johnny replied.</div>
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Howard stood and before he could steady himself Johnny grabbed at him,</div>
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turned him and put him bent over against the counter. He made quick</div>
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work of pulling down his pants and underwear. He grabbed at the other</div>
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man’s hard dick and balls just for a moment before pressing his spit</div>
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covered dick to his hole. Thighs pressed together he felt Howard’s</div>
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legs shake as he pushed inside. And there it was. It was the</div>
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ultimate feeling of power and satisfaction, deep and warm inside this</div>
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man who had once seemed so large, so powerful. He pushed into him</div>
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until he was balls deep and he grabbed at the man’s hairy ass, ran his</div>
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fingers down to his thighs then back up, pushed the man’s shirt up his</div>
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back and balled it in his fists as he began to piston inside of him.</div>
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His balls slapped at the other man’s balls. He went hard, pressed</div>
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Howard’s face into the granite top. He heard the seams tear on his</div>
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shirt but it didn’t stop him. He kept at it. He pushed himself into</div>
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the man, unrelenting and hard. Howard cried out in pain. He cried</div>
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out in pleasure. And he cried out for more, deeper, harder, faster.</div>
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It took all of Johnny’s strength and endurance, at one point he lifted</div>
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the other man off his heels with each thrust, sweat covered his body</div>
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and his legs ached but he powered through until he felt that moment of</div>
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pleasure, that moment when it felt like his very soul was escaping him</div>
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and he that tingle of pain as his balls tightened and he shot his load</div>
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into the man. His legs began to spasm and he pulled out, stepped back</div>
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into the kitchen island. Howard beat upon the counter with one hand</div>
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in celebration before slowly falling to his knees and turning and</div>
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pressing his back to the cupboards. He looked up to Johnny who began</div>
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to tuck his dick back into his jockstrap.</div>
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“No don’t, let me clean it off,” he begged.</div>
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This was new. He had never done that before and Johnny felt it a</div>
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little disgusting but he still moved to the man who took his dick into</div>
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his mouth and sucked it a little until there was no more sensation to</div>
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get from it. Finally he pushed the younger man away and let his head</div>
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fall back against the cupboard door.</div>
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“We’ll have to both hit the showers,” he said.</div>
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“What about Peter?”</div>
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“When he gets back with the food we’ll eat.”</div>
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“No, I mean we were supposed to do stuff, chill the wine.”</div>
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“That’s easy enough,” Howard replied.<br />
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And for a moment they stood and sat in the quiet of the empty house</div>
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before they set about what they had to do. Howard went to the master</div>
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bedroom, got into the master shower. Johnny went to Peter’s room and</div>
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took a change of clothes from his drawer.</div>
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“I’m sorry Pete,” he said.</div>
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But it was over. It had to be done and he set about covering up.<br />
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Chapter 01: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html</span><br />
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Chapter 02: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html</span><br />
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Chapter 03: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html</span><br />
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Chapter 04: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html</span></div>
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There were several roads out of town, other more trafficked roads, but</div>
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Johnny picked the one closest to the direction he wanted to travel as</div>
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he walked along it occasionally turning back at the sound of an engine</div>
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causing his thick, shaggy hair to sway about his head as he turned</div>
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slightly each time with his thumb out. A rucksack on his back with a</div>
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spare change of clothes and a few essentials, a new pair of shoes on</div>
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his feet, old jeans with a few holes that clung to his body when he</div>
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moved, a shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out, bare shoulders and</div>
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a tease of flesh from the side, a hint of muscle could be seen. He</div>
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walked along under the shade of trees trying to not think too much</div>
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about what he was doing. He was afraid of what he might find yet he</div>
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didn’t want to stay. The worst case scenario he had created in his</div>
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imagination was that in a day or two he’d catch a bus back home where</div>
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he’d find a summer job and go to college in a few months as his mother</div>
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had planned for him.</div>
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Cars passed by traveling at fifty or sixty miles per hour with no</div>
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signs of slowing for him, a few honked their horns as if to signal to</div>
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him that he shouldn’t be there, that he was foolish. After all</div>
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picking up hitchhikers had gone out of style some twenty or thirty</div>
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years previous, no one had the time, no one had the trust anymore to</div>
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stop for someone on the road. He had walked for hours, and though he</div>
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felt capable of walking for more the fact that not even one person had</div>
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slowed down to ask where he was going was disheartening. And he</div>
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remembered the feeling of being in a car, of driving along these same</div>
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roads, just zip by at sixty miles per hour and he could be in the next</div>
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town thirty miles away in just twenty or thirty minutes, but as he</div>
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walked along he realized just how far away those places were. A mile,</div>
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thirty miles, if he averaged three miles per hour, that would be ten</div>
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hours. He shook off the thought and looked back once again at the</div>
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sound of a car speeding up from behind. He forced a smile on his</div>
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face, turned to it, and stuck out his thumb. He was surprised when he</div>
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saw it begin to slow and a turn signal indicating the driver was</div>
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pulling over. He noted it was a man, a middle aged man, in the</div>
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driver’s seat, who pulled to the side of the road slightly ahead of</div>
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him and he broke into a jog to the passenger side window. The man</div>
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lowered the powered window.</div>
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“Hey what are you doing out here? Are you broke down?”</div>
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Johnny bent down and looked into the car. The passenger seat was</div>
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littered with paperwork. He recognized a coffee cup from the town’s</div>
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gas station in a holder. The man was middle aged but fit, dressed in</div>
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a button down shirt and slacks, a gold watch on his wrist and a</div>
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wedding band on his finger.</div>
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“Something like that,” Johnny replied, “I’m trying to get out of town.”</div>
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“Are the cops after you?”</div>
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“What? No, nothing like that, I’m on kind of a summer adventure,” he replied.</div>
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“Nobody hitchhikes anymore,” the man said.</div>
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“Can I get a ride?”</div>
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“Where are you going?”</div>
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“Anywhere but here.”</div>
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“I’m going up into New York. Do you want to ride with me for a while?”</div>
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“Yeah,” Johnny said.</div>
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The man unlocked the passenger side door with a push of the button and</div>
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Johnny opened it. He took off his pack and stuck it between his legs</div>
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as he sat. The man stuck out his hand and said, “my name’s Greg” so</div>
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Johnny shook his hand and told him his name. They smiled at each</div>
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other and the man quickly pulled back out onto the road, pressed on</div>
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the gas to get them back up to traveling speed. Johnny heard the</div>
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familiar sounds of classic rock playing from the speakers and the man</div>
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turned up the volume. They drove in otherwise silence for thirty</div>
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minutes, this road then that road until he spotted the familiar</div>
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neighboring town. Johnny saw the signs and for a moment he thought to</div>
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ask the man to pull over and let him out. It wouldn’t be easy to get</div>
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back home, he’d have to call his mother, maybe call his father, a</div>
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friend, and beg them to bring him home. Someone would take pity on</div>
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him. And yet the man kept driving and Johnny didn’t say anything.</div>
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They quickly passed the town and it was gone.</div>
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No more familiarity. Each mile now it was less likely someone would</div>
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drive out an get him and he remembered the idea of getting a bus</div>
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ticket, yes, a bus ticket would get him back home, he told himself.</div>
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It was a little comfort to know, just a little day adventure, maybe a</div>
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night of rough sleeping, but he could get back home with the money in</div>
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his pocket, the money hidden in his boot, maybe even spend the money</div>
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in his pack and he’d get back home flat broke. Johnny felt a pain in</div>
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his stomach but dismissed it as he looked to the man who showed no</div>
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emotion as he drove.</div>
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This was the beginning of an adventure and an hour later they were in</div>
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New York. Somehow they had fallen into making small talk, the silence</div>
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had become unbearable and one of them just started talking, nothing in</div>
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particular. The man didn’t ask why he was leaving, didn’t ask where</div>
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he was going, just idle chit chat, that is until the man pulled off</div>
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into a town. Johnny felt something change. It was over. The ride</div>
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was over, just like that he was in a new state, in a new town. The</div>
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man had gotten close to where he was wanting to go. And Johnny, well</div>
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he was somewhere else but he wasn’t really anywhere, no he was now</div>
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completely on his own. The man pulled into a fast food chain</div>
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restaurant parking lot and parked.</div>
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“Do you want my advice?” Greg forced into the silence. “Go in and get</div>
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something to eat. Whatever you want and think about what you want to</div>
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do next. It’s not too late to call home. It’s never too late to call</div>
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home. You have to know someone who can pick you up. Just go in and</div>
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get something, maybe something familiar, and think about what you’re</div>
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giving up. And know that unless I’m wrong, you don’t have all the</div>
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money in the world. Its tough out here for a boy like you. I know</div>
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it. Boys like you get chewed up and spit out if you’re lucky. If</div>
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you’re not you’ll get swallowed and shit out like everyone else.”</div>
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Johnny felt the reality of the man’s words as he sat there in the</div>
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stranger’s car and yet he felt compelled to do the opposite. He</div>
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thanked the man and pushed open the door, climbed out and put his bag</div>
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over one shoulder. He looked down inside to the man who said, “think</div>
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about it” then he thanked him again and closed the door. He stepped</div>
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back, watched the man pull out and drive away. He looked around at</div>
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the unfamiliar town, then he looked to the restaurant, something</div>
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artificially familiar. He shook off the thoughts and fears of the man</div>
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and walked the twenty feet to the door, just a quick bite and then I’m</div>
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on the road, he told himself.<br />
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Chapter 01: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html</span><br />
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Chapter 02: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html</span><br />
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Chapter 03: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html</span><br />
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Chapter 04: <span style="background-color: #edf4ff; color: #888888; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html</span></div>
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Perched upon the grotesque of the Bannister Bank high above the city</div>
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Sparrow felt as if he made an imposing, threatening sight if anyone</div>
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saw him, but they didn’t. They were all down there. The feeling was</div>
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only for himself. And he needed that feeling on a night like this</div>
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when his boss, his mentor, The Champion of Wattsburgh City, real name</div>
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Brad Wattson, was out of town on urgent League business. That’s how</div>
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this responsibility had fallen to him, urgent business, and he had to</div>
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give up his ordinary life to watch over the city, stop the bad guys</div>
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the cops couldn’t handle.</div>
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Just hours before he had been Luke Harden, a mild mannered college</div>
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student eating pizza after a 5 hour long study session in the library</div>
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with his friends, making his moves on his girlfriend to get her to</div>
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come back to his place when it all got interrupted by a notification</div>
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on his cell phone. He pulled it from his pocket and for a moment he</div>
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thought about not answering but he knew the consequences if he didn’t.</div>
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He took the call and walked away from the table. It was Brad telling</div>
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him he had to leave immediately and that he would be protecting the</div>
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city. Well not him, but the Sparrow, the hero they had invented</div>
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together. And it was done. He went back to the table and invented an</div>
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excuse about his Uncle being sick and how he had to rush out to take</div>
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him some chicken soup or something, canceled plans with his</div>
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girlfriend, and he stormed out.</div>
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A quick drive to his apartment, open the secret compartment in the</div>
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back of his closet, costume and utility belt. He snuck up to the roof</div>
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of his building, changed and hid his street clothes in a shadow, and</div>
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he was someone else. The costume felt ridiculous, skin tight for the</div>
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most part, boots, gloves, a mask that covered his eyes, and the cape.</div>
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He had asked The Champion about why he had to dress that way several</div>
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times and the man always had an answer, the same answer, put fear into</div>
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the hearts of the criminals, but it never felt like that. Though the</div>
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costume did have its benefits, skin tight meant he could be acrobatic</div>
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and there was little for the enemy to grab. The cape made it easier</div>
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for him to hide in the darkness and it camouflaged his figure, made</div>
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his body a difficult target to hit.</div>
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He yawned into his hand, stretched his muscles as he listened to the</div>
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police band radio receiver in his ear. Domestic disputes, vandalism,</div>
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and bar room brawls, none of those were the things he was supposed to</div>
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interfere with. No he was supposed to take the difficult things, bank</div>
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robberies, hostage scenarios, anything where he could operate from the</div>
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shadows. It was so boring he thought for a moment to go see what his</div>
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friends were up to, maybe even check on his girlfriend and make sure</div>
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she wasn’t with another guy. He was about to give up and call it a</div>
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night, find something to occupy his time, when he got an alert of a</div>
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silent alarm at a Wattson Industries warehouse.</div>
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Those didn’t go directly to the police, Brad had those sent directly</div>
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to whoever was on duty. Usually it was the man himself but in this</div>
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case Sparrow. He pulled his grappling hook gun from his belt and</div>
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aimed it down at the edge of the building, once it was secured he</div>
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swung down, then lowered himself to the alleyway where he had parked</div>
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his personally issued, fully customized motorcycle. He pulled the helmet from its special compartment and put it on his head before climbing onto it and</div>
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engaging the engine. It roared to life.</div>
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“Time to go play guard dog,” he said under his breath.</div>
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Ten minutes later he was there, he spotted the broken gate and the van out</div>
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front immediately so he parked around back where no one could see,</div>
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then pulled himself onto the roof with another use of his grappling</div>
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gun. He walked across the asphalt to look down on the van. He</div>
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spotted one man inside it, the driver. There could be anywhere from</div>
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one to five or more people inside, he reasoned. I like those odds, he</div>
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said to himself with a smirk.</div>
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Inside the five henchmen and their boss Bottle Nose moved through the</div>
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building unaware that they had tripped an alarm, unaware of the</div>
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Sparrow on the roof. They were searching for one thing in particular,</div>
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one crate. They made their way up and down the aisles constantly</div>
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looking at their hands where they had written the number.</div>
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“615598,” one of them muttered to himself.</div>
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“Is that an 8 or a 3?” another asked.</div>
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“An 8, an 8,” Bottle Nose barked, “why is good help so hard to find?”</div>
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“It’d be a lot easier if we knew where to find it,” one of them said back.</div>
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Bottle Nose gave him an eye that meant if he were any closer he’d be</div>
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wrapped on the shin with the man’s cane. But he shook of the notion</div>
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and continued to hobble along until he spotted the manager’s office.</div>
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“Boys over here, come break this window,” he ordered.</div>
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Two of his nearby goons jumped at the chance to break something. The</div>
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first took a swing and punched it but only hurt his hand. The second</div>
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picked up a metal pipe from the nearby stack and took a swing. Crash,</div>
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glass fell to the floor in little bits. The man grinned at what he</div>
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had just done. The man who had punched it and failed cradled his hand</div>
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and looked to Bottle Nose.</div>
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“Well, what are you waiting for, climb in there.”</div>
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Both men began to climb inside, the first slipped on some papers and</div>
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fell. The second climbed onto a desk, belly against wood he reached</div>
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out for something and fell to the ground. A third goon who had come</div>
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to help laughed at them both. This time the man was close enough for</div>
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Bottle Nose to wrap with his cane and the man cried out in pain</div>
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causing him to fall silent.</div>
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“What are you waiting for? Get in there and help them.”</div>
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The third goon climbed inside and for a moment he stood there in</div>
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triumph until something hard and silent hit him in the head and</div>
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dropped him like a ton of bricks. The first two thought for a moment</div>
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that he had slipped and they broke into laughter until they were both</div>
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hit by the same weapon. Bottle Nose watched his men fall and he</div>
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perked up because he knew this was his worst danger. The Sparrow</div>
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swung down and nailed him in the back with both feet sending him</div>
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flying into one of the crates. He hit with a thud that caused the</div>
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wood to creak from impact but not break. Bottle Nose swung out with</div>
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his cane blindly half expecting to connect with someone but didn’t.</div>
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He looked around, swung again in frustration.</div>
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“Boys, are you still there?”</div>
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“Still here boss,” the last two henchmen who had entered with him said</div>
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in unison.</div>
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“Well, help me out, let’s get out of this place,” he grunted before</div>
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running for the gate where they had entered. The two henchmen</div>
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followed behind him looking this way and that to try and see someone.</div>
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Bottle Nose made it to the van but found the sliding door was closed</div>
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so he looked in through the passenger window to see the driver</div>
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unconscious. He heard two more thuds and he knew that his two goons</div>
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had been knocked out so he pulled the handle of his cane out revealing</div>
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a three inch blade. Now in two pieces he readied himself for combat</div>
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ready to swing with one half and stab with the other. He caught a</div>
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glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye but it was too late,</div>
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those same feet that had kicked him in the back had made contact with</div>
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his chest and sent him flying back into the passenger door. He hit so</div>
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hard it knocked the wind out of him and he fell to his butt gasping</div>
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for air.</div>
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This is it, this is how it ends, he thought to himself. The Champion</div>
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has caught me before and he always took me to prison so it won’t be so</div>
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bad at least there he can make some new plan, learn about some new</div>
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scheme. Tears of pain filled his eyes as he caught his breath and he</div>
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was about to surrender when he heard two boots land in front of him,</div>
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two lightweight boots. He looked up to see the Sparrow there in front</div>
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of him and he looked around for more movement. This wasn’t like the</div>
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Champion. The Champion mostly operated from the shadows. He saw the</div>
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amused smirk on the young man’s face and he laughed a little to</div>
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himself.</div>
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“Is it just you wonder boy?”</div>
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“Just me,” Sparrow replied.</div>
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“Daddy let you stay out this late? No curfew for baby bird?”</div>
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“Look here Bottle Nose, I just took out six of your men and you’re on</div>
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your fat ass winded and defeated so I’d say I’m more than enough to</div>
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handle the likes of you.”</div>
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“Hmm, maybe so boy, maybe so,” Bottle Nose replied.</div>
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“Are you going to give up?”</div>
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“Yes, yes, just turn me over to the police.”</div>
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“Drop the blade and I will.”</div>
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Bottle Nose looked down to his knife that was still in his hand. He</div>
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set it on the ground beside him then slid it away, then he looked up</div>
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to Sparrow who had barely moved but instead stood there with his arms</div>
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crossed. He made an imposing figure in his little costume, he</div>
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thought, imposing but not dangerous. No, he was just standing there</div>
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flat on the ground. He had won, or at least thought he had won.</div>
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He shifted and groaned to try and get up and for a moment he thought</div>
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back and forth until he could get his hands out and one knee under</div>
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little before sticking into it. Finally he got his weight</div>
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distribution right and was able to get up to both feet though still</div>
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bent over on that little bit of cane. It wasn’t enough to support</div>
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him, at least that’s what he wanted the hero to think, and he reached</div>
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out for the van and leaned onto it. He half stood and gasped for</div>
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breath.</div>
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“And the Champ isn’t in the shadows?” he said between puffs.</div>
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“Not tonight, so that means if you fuck around with me I’ll smash you</div>
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good, then I’ll take you downtown.”</div>
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“Downtown? You mean you haven’t called the cops?”</div>
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“Not yet,” Sparrow replied.</div>
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“Well,” Bottle Nose grunted, “that’ll make it easier.”</div>
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the man’s hand only to see a pocket watch. Bottle Nose opened it.</div>
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“To distract you,” he answered.</div>
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part of his cane and gas shot out, gas that he aimed right into the</div>
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young hero’s face. Sulfur and something else went so deep into his</div>
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nostrils he could taste it and feel it in his throat. His eyes</div>
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watered and he looked to Bottle Nose’s face, a wicked grin with one</div>
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tooth missing, coal black eyes stared back at him. Then there was</div>
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darkness.</div>
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<br />Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-51182695806969675142018-04-07T10:15:00.002-04:002018-04-07T10:36:38.344-04:00A Gay Victorian Affair<br />
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If you can get past the premise of a married couple in Victorian times having extra marital affairs then this is a fun, quirky comedy with plenty of talent. Don't expect the production value of Downton Abbey. This is an independent production, but still of very good quality from the sets and costumes to the direction and acting.<br />
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At 8 minutes the videos give a little view into these characters lives with a bit of humor and romance. Personally I enjoyed it's refreshing take. In the first episode I laughed the most at the jokes of Victorian dialogue of euphemisms for sexual acts. The second episode was more about a power dynamic between the two women.<br />
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Personally I'm looking forward to the butler's punishment though the trailer hints at a sexual contract. Just how far will it go? I'm willing to watch to find out. It's enough stimulation to get any romance writer or reader into thinking some naughty thoughts.<br />
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<br />Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-23978670838315588492018-04-04T11:55:00.001-04:002018-04-04T11:57:04.653-04:00Hard Sell Pt 07 - Fitting<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">That night after having his hole so thoroughly stretched by the massage therapist Mark showered and went to bed alone but very much thinking about Oliver. They had sent a few text messages back and forth, an escalation of teasing and flirtation that had him falling asleep with his cum covered dick on one hand and his phone in the other as he relived and attempted to memorize everything that had been done to him. A few times he’d slip a finger down to his hole just to see if it had regained its shape, it did but he didn’t feel the same.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Never before had his body been pushed so far, his senses maximized. And the way Brad used him afterwards, fucked his throat. If he closed his eyes he could still smell the sweat of him, his nuts resting on his upper lip. He had been tempted to ask the man to stay. He wanted a warm body in his bed, someone to cuddle with and talk to, whisper in his ear and maybe play with, but the man showed no interest as they sat on the couch together. It was done. He had gotten what he wanted.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The energy in the room was different. Something had been accomplished, something had been gained. He wanted to know more but at the same time he didn’t because it wasn’t much different than an anonymous hookup from an app or some guy he met at a bar or a club. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Did the man have someone at home? Was he paid for the service? Mark didn’t ask any of those questions and decided to be content with the experience. He watched the man carefully after he finished his beer and got up to find his clothes, the way his muscles moved and his skin stretched as he cleaned all of the dildos in the sink and put everything in his bag. He walked him to the door and that was it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The next morning he awoke with morning wood like few times ever in his life. It wasn’t just the biological action of his body, the effect of needing to pee, no he was horny and wanting someone, something. He rolled onto his back and tugged one out quickly before going to the shower. Sex was on his mind as he got ready, as he ate breakfast, as he drove to work, and even as he sat down at his desk. A lust had been awakened in him, a lust that had been dormant since college when he thought he realized reality couldn’t live up to fantasy. And he started feeling the things other people told him to feel about monogamy and romance, tried to live out those stories that ended with marriage and a happily ever after. Those ideals had always felt like a lie to him, an impossible, impractical standard. Oliver was different, he had made fantasy into reality, given him sexual experiences not just between the two of them but with other men, scenarios and roles that he always thought he would have to connive out of a partner with some kind of wish list.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Work through the morning was a breeze, a few calls, a few emails, while looking up people on the rolodex of his phone. He didn’t sell one car by lunch but he was okay with that so he took a deep breath, let his erection subside, and headed out for a bite to eat feeling confident and a little cheeky. Instead of going to his usual place he went to his reward spot and ordered his favorite food, a casual sit down restaurant known for its quick service. And for Mark it's cute waiters, young men in form fitting slacks.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Normally he’d sit and drool over the thought of taking one of them over the table and pounding them until he had an orgasm but that day he had not just the opposite fantasy but a more elaborate one, taking all of the waiters, being tied down with his tie and used by each of them in turn. They’d run a train on him until his hole was dripping and sore, that would be good, he thought. He was half in fantasy when he got a text message from Oliver.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[How are you feeling?]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[That was amazing. Brad was a very thorough professional. I can’t believe all the things he did to me. I’ve never been used like that. I’m on Cloud Nine right now.]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[I’m glad you don’t have any regrets. Are you up for some more?]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[I’m up for anything. In fact I’m having a fantasy right now about these guys at this restaurant I’m at for lunch.]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[Are they doing bad things to you?]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[Very bad. All of them at the same time.]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[Good to hear you’re starting to think creatively, but we’re not there yet.]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His mood sunk a little at the comment. Just what was he ready for? What did Oliver have planned for him? He bit his lip and sent back a text asking. He didn’t have to wait long before getting a response.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">[You looked cute in that suit and tie you wear. I’m guessing you’ve got a half dozen shirts, a couple pair of slacks. But maybe you need a new suit? Go to my personal tailor, a friend of mine, Q&A Fashion. I’ll let them know to be expecting you after work. Make sure to wear clean underwear.]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">A new suit? Clean underwear? Mark felt his hard dick twitch at the thought of it, move enough to feel the slime trail of his leaking dick in his underwear. Well, there goes my clean briefs, he thought. He bit his lip and a moment later he received a text with the address and directions, he read over it a few times, especially the part that said “park around back and enter through rear” because even that was stirring his imagination. He groaned at the thought of going back to work, another few hours of trying to sell cars before he’d be able to go. But everything had a cost and he figured he might as well get it over with so he called for the bill.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Good day?” Mark asked.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Awesome, just made a sale while you were at lunch.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Trying to make me look lazy?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I don’t have to try,” Cody replied, “you do it yourself.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Very funny, so what, you sold a car while I was out. One of your regulars?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“No, that’s the best part. He came in looking for you.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“What?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mark reeled at the thought of Cody stealing one of his clients. He crossed his arms and looked to the other man with narrowed, serious eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“In the half hour I was gone you made a sale?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“No, I’m just messing with you. It wasn’t one of yours but yeah, I got him in talking to the finance manager right now to figure out a payment schedule. But it’s all good, I mean you tried to steal one of mine anyway.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“What? Who?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Oliver,” Cody replied, “I know you took him for a test drive.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The test drive? How it all started, that, he was Cody’s? Mark shrugged off the accusation. Even if it were true it still led to the best time of his life.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Yeah well,” Mark replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“It’s all good. We sell cars. It’s not like a committed relationship. But next time, just know, you’re out of the office and someone walks through the door I’ll be on him. I’ll close the deal whatever it takes.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mark thought about Cody doing whatever it takes, running naked around an abandoned airport, driving naked back to the dealership, sucking Oliver off in the car even if it didn’t lead to a sale right then, and he chuckled.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Think it’s funny? Well it’ll be your ass,” Cody said before walking away.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">An hour later, in a section of town he didn’t visit often, Mark took note of the nearby restaurants and bars as he found the place and a nearby parking garage. He walked the half block back to the front door and paused for a moment. Was Oliver serious about using the back entrance? He looked up at the sign. It had to be the same place, and yet, he thought about it, Oliver hadn’t misled him so far. He let go of the door handle and walked around the side of the building, down the alley and to the back of the building where he found an ornate wooden door.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Classy, he thought to himself before he pulled it open and stepped through. An aroma of wood and leather overwhelmed him for a moment as he looked around at what seemed to be an ordinary men’s clothing store: a couple racks of jackets, a display for slacks, against the far wall a shirt display, and even a display for underwear, a mix of classy boxers and those new briefs with the stretchy, clinging fabric. A few men browsed through the clothes, mostly middle aged, one of them with his much younger boyfriend. Mark spotted the register and the well dressed cashier behind it ringing up a purchase for one of the men. He took a moment to look from wall to wall before he noticed that there were no front windows. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This part of the store was separate from the front part of the store. He looked to the man behind the register who noticed him in return and gave a curious tilt of his head then looked away suddenly self-conscious and nervous. He started to move his feet, slowly he walked further into the store to one of the racks and began look over the jackets. He noticed the man who had just checked out walk by him and look him over. He looked back, noted the man’s expensive, leather shoes, his slacks, his tucked in shirt with an open collar. The man had wealth and he had taste. If he were anywhere else he might just chat the guy up and give him a business card, and yet he thought of Oliver and the reason he was there and it gave him pause.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He was about to give up, unsure of just what he was supposed to find there, when he saw the younger boyfriend take off his shirt right there in front of everyone to try on something new. And that’s when he realized two things were missing, changing rooms and cameras, and he thought of Oliver’s text about getting a new suit, a complete suit he guessed, jacket, shirt, and pants. Clean underwear, he thought, I forgot about getting clean underwear. He started to head back for the door out when he ran into the cashier, bumped into him, and he stepped back and looked over the man. He wasn’t an ordinary cashier. He was fit, stylish. He looked to be in his forties mostly though Mark suspected he was actually older, white hair and blue eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I uh, came to the wrong place,” Mark blurted out.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Are you sure? Aren’t you my appointment for a new suit? Oliver said he’d be sending over someone new and now I can see why, look at you, oh you’re darling.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mark suddenly felt intimidated by the man as he stepped back once to get another six inches of distance between them. The man looked him over and he felt like a piece of meat, measured and judged by each feature, put together and taken back apart, possibly even stripped in the man’s imagination, right down to his, his bare ass. Mark gulped and bit his lip. Was this what he wanted?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The other customers continued to browse but they were also looking to him, at him. Were they all doing the same thing he thought of this man before him had been doing? He was it. He was the center of attention. He looked to the door, felt the bead of sweat on his forehead and pool collect at the small of his back. He was nervous. He was actually nervous, he thought, and excited at the same time because if he stayed they’d all get to see him. He might just be stripped of each piece of fabric. He felt his dick harden, worried that they all saw the tent in his pants. He was afraid, not of physical nor emotional harm, just the fear of something new and yet he nodded because yes he wanted this.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He tried his best to shake with his firmest, most professional grip but the man’s wrist bent with the motion and he felt it go limp. He was worried he had done something wrong but the man only stepped to him, put a hand on his shoulder and turned him to the clothes and asked, “where should we begin?” Mark looked around at the different sections unsure of how or what he should say next and was about to just start talking, make some kind of noise, uhm or like, well, anything when Quentin interrupted him.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Measurements, it’s always good to start with measurements,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And he ushered Mark across the store to an area where three mirrors surrounded a small step, a platform, a pedestal. Mark felt the man urge him to get up on it so he did. He was turned and faced back out to the rest of the store. Suddenly a few inches taller he looked down on the rest of them and yet he was the one who felt ridiculous and the focus of attention. He felt Quentin take hold of his tie and loosen it, pull it out and for a moment he breathed easier until the older man took hold of his belt buckle and he grabbed the man’s wrists. And the man didn’t fight back, just let himself be taken and held.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Well, the best measurements are always closest to the skin. I thought, maybe, I could strip you down for the most accurate results.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The other customers were now all looking to him. They were waiting, hunger in their eyes. He thought he saw one of them lick his lips. The younger man, the boyfriend, was shirtless as he stared back and yet Mark still felt the most vulnerable of them all. And yet there it was, the younger boyfriend, shirtless, and so he relaxed and he let go of the tailor’s wrists. Quentin quickly set about his task, belt out, fly open, pants down, shoes off, pants off, socks off. Mark self consciously tugged his shirt down to cover himself. Quentin pulled a measuring tape from his back pocket, ran it from his foot up his leg to the inside of his thigh right beside his balls. He felt the back of the man’s hand. Did it really have to be there so long? Probably not.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">For a moment he laughed to himself as he stood there with his shirt loose down to half of his thigh, slightly tickled by the tailor who moved to his other leg. He watched as some of the other customers moved closer and some of them went back to shopping though keeping one eye on him. He looked to their crotches and noted that most all of them were walking around with erections. And he felt his own dick slide around against his briefs, leave a trail of ejaculate as he felt it harden.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This isn’t so bad, he told himself, but Quentin must have sensed his confidence because that’s when he took hold his shirt collar. One button at a time, slowly and methodically until it was open, the man pulled it from his shoulders, tossed it on his pile of clothes. Mark suddenly felt humiliated as he stood there wishing he had picked a different style of undershirt that day, the one day he had chosen tank top over crew neck. He could have used the sleeves right then, the tighter collar, the way the fabric hung loose, but instead he was in a tank top. The ribbed fabric clung to him, bare shoulders, bare clavicle. He tried to cover himself with his hands and that’s when he remembered the three mirrors behind him. They all could see him, all parts of him at the same time and from just about every angle. He felt the way his briefs rode up his crack, part of one cheek a little more visible, and he wanted to pull it out, two fingers to the back of his underwear and he could cover himself. But for how long? He remembered the store sold underwear too.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Quentin asked him to remove his undershirt and he did, handed it over to the man who dropped it with the rest before reaching up to his hips, a hand on each side. His fingers delicately inside the waist band, he pulled a little, then some more, and finally Mark felt the last fabric, the lost cover of decency, leave his body, down his hips to his ankles and then he stepped out of it. He stood there before all of them naked, bare, his erect dick pointed at them. They all took a moment to look. They all saw him.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It could be worse, he thought, I could be bending over showing them my asshole. And yet it was completely embarrassing, completely humiliating to be standing there in front of strangers, in the back of a store, in another store, a kind of fake store, clothing all around him, aisles and displays of clothing, his own clothing on the floor in a messy pile. He looked down to see his briefs and for a moment he wanted them back. He wanted them all back. And yet as he stood there, felt his body in the cool air, the way his hard dick stuck out with the foreskin rolled back he was kind of proud because they were all looking at him. They were all admiring him. He moved his hands a little just to feel the under part of his forearm brush against the head of his dick and he bucked a little and the men smirked as they stared at him. Quentin moved away, crossed the store to a door that he went through as discreetly as possibly. He looked to his left and saw a man rub at his bulge in his pants. They were all getting off on this. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">After several deep breaths he saw Quentin return accompanied by another much younger man, handsome with glasses and short, stylish haircut. The new man walked ahead, crossed the room to where Mark stood and looked him in the eye.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“My name is Alfie,” he said, “and it looks like we’ve got a bit of a problem here, none of your clothes will fit with that big erection.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mark rubbed his fingers together. This new man, this more in charge man somehow, he added a new element to it. He felt as if his cheeks were on fire and he looked to the ceiling, watched the man out of the corner of his eye. Alfie stepped closer, his cologne wafted into Mark’s nostrils and he could hear the other men in the room, the rustle of their clothes as they masturbated.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“On your knees boy,” Alfie commanded.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mark dropped to his knees, his head still cocked back he looked up to the man as he stood before him in his slacks, his button down shirt, suspenders, a bow tie. Alfie reached around to him, gripped the back of his head then pulled him into his crotch. Mark felt the man’s erection underneath. In the darkness of the cloth, firm against his thigh he gulped and moved his mouth as if the man’s dick was right there for him. He wanted it. His knees pressed into the carpet, toes bent, the way his butt cheeks parted and hung open, his hard dick and tight balls, his nipples hard. He saw Alfie’s hand, fingers touched together on the zipper. He heard the teeth slowly open, then he undid his belt, his pants. Alfie pulled him to his dick, his face pressed into the other man’s underwear he felt his hard dick.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Slowly he moved up to the waistband of his underwear, bit into them with his teeth, pulled them down. Alfie’s dick slapped against the side of his face. He felt it run along his cheek to his ear and he tried to grip it with his lips. Alfie placed his hand on Mark’s head and pushed him a little lower to his balls. He took one in his mouth then the other, licked up the base along the shaft to the head. He nipped at it, licked his lips and opened his mouth for Alfie to push inside, across this tongue to the back of his mouth to his throat he choked a little and pushed back. The tailor pulled out and he gulped for breath, he felt his mouth fill with saliva.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Back into his mouth, out, in, out, Alfie’s fingers in his hair, he began to thrust in motion deeper each time into Mark’s mouth, his balls slapped against his chin. Mark reached down to his own dick, felt his balls, gripped at his shaft, tugged a little and with just a little motion his fingers rubbed over the head and it happened. He felt the spasm of his muscles, the rush and the tingle of pain as he ejaculated. But it wasn’t over as Alfie continued to fuck his face, his lips began to swell, the other man gripped at his ears and his hair until finally he was pulled into his pubic hair and he felt the cum in his throat burn down to his stomach. He pulled away and sunk down on his haunches, head down, spit ran out from his open mouth down to his chest, his belly, even on his own dick.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And just when he had gathered his breath he felt someone grab his ear and he realized it was Quentin, the older man who had stripped him. He was pulled low to the floor to Alfie’s shoe where he saw his own ejaculate there on the leather. Quentin spanked him twice and pulled him closer until he stuck out his tongue and he was forced to lick up what he had carelessly spilled. He licked and sucked as the older man continued to abuse his bottom and pull on his ear until he had cleaned the entire shoe and then he was pulled to the carpet where he tasted some of it but also the fibers and he struggled and resisted so Quentin released him. He pushed himself up to his knees and glared to the old man and was about to say something when Aflie squatted down in front of him, slapped him across the face and he looked back to him.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It was there again. He felt himself back in the scene. He would do anything for this young man. He looked him in the eye for a moment, then looked down to the carpet and he saw the wet spot. Slowly, carefully he lowered himself down on his hands, tried to lick at it without tasting the carpet. For a moment he thought he had done exactly what was expected of him, especially when he heard the younger man’s cruel laughter that stirred his memory and he realized exactly where he was, exactly what he had done, and the other men, the strangers. He pushed up and looked for them and was surprised to see most of them had gone.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“We’ll get to work on your suit right away sir,” Quentin said, “I believe we have everything we need.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Alfie properly secured his dick back into his underwear and his pants, walked out of the room. Mark looked over to his pile of clothes. He crawled to them, got to his feet, pulled each article on one at a time. He looked to Quentin who seemed to be preoccupied with his work, then he walked out. The cool air was refreshing when it hit his red cheeks and lungs. He breathed deep, adjusted his dick, and walked back to his car slowly memorizing for himself everything he had been subjected to in some attempt to remember every detail even the taste of the carpet.</span>Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-68034932091299722202018-03-31T17:48:00.000-04:002018-03-31T17:49:15.545-04:00Hard Sell Pt 08 - The Personal Trainer<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">[Are you still interested in getting into better shape?]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark looked around again.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">[You kinky bastard, I do. His name is Apollo. He’s a personal</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Oh god, Mark thought, a personal trainer. This could be another thing </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to mark off his bucket list. He found himself nodding even though no </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">one was there to see and he stopped himself before quickly sending </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">back a text.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He grinned and gave himself points for the sir part. Oliver replied</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">with name, Apollo and an address, time and date, he was disappointed </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">it would be Friday evening but it had him wanting it even more. There </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">was another text from Oliver telling him that he should buy something </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to wear, namely a jockstrap, a tank top, and a pair of shorts, short </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">shorts like athletes wore. Mark licked his lips at the idea and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">replied that he would get everything and be there on time. He had one </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">night to kill but he didn’t want to do it alone.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">[Since it’s not going to be until tomorrow do you think we could, you </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">know, get together?]</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">[I’m a bit busy this evening. I want you to do something for</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Soon enough? It was never soon enough. Mark sighed and sent a</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">message back that he understood even though he didn’t and left it at </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">that.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He pulled into the strip mall parking lot and made his way to the back </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">where he found one remaining business amongst several others that had </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">been closed for months, possibly years. He was surprised when he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">spotted three other cars parked nearby. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">if there were other people here exercising, he said to himself. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">looked up to the window to see a sign for Apollo’s Fitness.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">This is the place, he told himself and slowly exited his car. He made </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">sure he had everything he needed in his bag: a jockstrap, shorts, and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">a tank top. The outfit would be more revealing than he might be </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">comfortable wearing, especially in front of clients, but he took a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">deep breath and assured himself this is what Oliver had asked him to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">do before he locked his car and walked to the front door. He opened </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">it causing the familiar sound of bell on the door that he hadn’t heard </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">in years. He stepped inside to a small reception area where he saw a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">young man sitting behind a desk. He was handsome, thin, and well </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dressed. The receptionist looked up to him with a curious brow.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Hi, I’m here for a three o’clock appointment,” Mark said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“You’re a little early,” the receptionist replied, “but Apollo is just</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">finishing up with his previous client so please take a seat and I’ll</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">let him know you’re here.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark looked to the seats. They were just comfortable to sit for</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">fifteen minutes, a half hour at most. He sat and watched as the</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">receptionist finished whatever he had been doing on his computer</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">before getting up and walking to the back room. He noted that man was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">a bit light in the loafers and smirked to himself. Moments later the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">man returned and said that Apollo would be with him shortly after </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">finishing with the previous client. He thanked him in response and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">looked around the room. He wasn’t surprised to see a few motivational </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">posters on the walls and read over each of them to pass the time. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">had never been one for self-motivation much less motivational posters </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and he just smirked to himself and rolled his eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">After he read over them several times he looked to the receptionist</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">who showed no interest in even acknowledging him so he double checked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his bag, even thought about going back out to his car, when he heard </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">voices approaching from the back room. He looked up to see two men </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">step through a curtain. The first man was fit, dressed in a tank top </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and shorts, Mark assumed he had a jock underneath, no bag. He picked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">up his keys from the receptionist. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The second man, the second man took away Mark’s breath at first sight.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He was six two or six three and muscled, black skinned, and dressed in </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">shorts and tank top that looked too small for his body. His thighs </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">were thick causing the shorts to ride up. His tank top looked more </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">like a skimpy piece of cloth. He gulped when he spotted the bulge </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">between the man’s legs and held his breath when the man passed him and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">he saw his muscled butt. He forced himself to look up to the man’s </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">head but could barely get his eyes above the man’s shoulders there was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">just so much of him. He walked the previous client to the door. They </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">talked like old friends and he patted the man on the shoulder as he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">exited. His hand alone was big and meaty. Mark thought he might </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">crumble under a touch like that and no matter how much he tried to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">prepare himself he was still taken by surprise when the man, Apollo, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">turned to him. But his face broke into a smile making Mark feel a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">little more at ease.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Are you my three o’clock?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Yes, uh, yes sir,” Mark stammered out.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Good, well, I thought you’d be dressed and ready. No matter, come on </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">back and we can take care of that.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark hoped his briefs held his erection in place as he got to his feet </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and walked ahead of the man to the back room he had indicated. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">stepped through the curtain to see a simple four walled room, not very </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">big but full of exercise equipment. A rack of weights, an exercise </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">bike, a rowing machine, a weight bench, and even one of those rubber </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">balls. He spotted a large, storage chest against one wall. There was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">one door at the back of the room and he wasn’t sure if it was an exit, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">an office, or just a restroom. He looked to Apollo as he stepped into </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the room.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Well, let’s see what we’re working with,” the man said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark stood frozen. He looked around at the room. It was obvious,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">right there was all of the equipment, and then he realized the man was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">talking about him. Did he want him to strip down? Was he supposed to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">change right there? Or was it just that he was talking about the soon </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to occur challenge of exercise? He tightened his grip on his gym bag.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Well?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, um, sir,” Mark replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Strip down,” Apollo said, “you can put your bag and clothes on the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">chest over there I guess. Next time you can leave your work clothes </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">in the car, leave your keys with the receptionist.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Oh,” Mark replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He set his bag on the chest and looked around the room, remembered the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">curtain, there wouldn’t be much privacy, he said to himself. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">started to strip and looked to Apollo who moved around seeming to put </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">things away. He folded his clothes carefully, set them atop the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">chest: his shirt, his pants. He set his belt and socks on top, his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">shoes beside his clothes until he was down to his briefs and he looked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to Apollo who didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was getting </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">something out, a weight scale. He carried it to the middle of the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">room. Mark turned to his bag, pulled off his underwear, opened the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">bag and took out his jock.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Actually, why don’t you come over here just like that and I can get </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">an accurate weight,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark dropped his jock, covered his dick and balls with his hands, then </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">turned to the man who waited patiently. He walked to him, looked down </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to the scale, carefully he stepped onto it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Hey, Steve would you come in here with a chart for a new client?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Apollo called out. Mark took a deep breath and looked to the muscled </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">man with pleading eyes. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Is there something wrong?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark shook his head. There he was naked, his hands over his crotch, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and the man walked into the room through the same curtains he had </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">walked through, carrying a clipboard and pen. He moved to stand </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">beside him, bit at the end of his pen and looked over Mark as if he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">were evaluating him. He felt his nipples harden, a chill in the room </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">he hadn’t noticed before, but there was nothing he could do about it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">There was nothing, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to do</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">about, except give in to this.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Weight, 170 pounds,” Apollo said, “now let’s get some measurements </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">that way we can really show improvement over the next couple of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">weeks.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“I’ll be right back,” Steve said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark stepped off the scale and Apollo moved it back to the corner of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the room. He looked to see Steve step into the room with the same </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">clipboard and a roll of measuring tape just like the tailor had used </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">on him. He didn’t know just how personal this was going to get but he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">suspected it would get very intimate. Apollo took the measuring tape </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and quickly set about wrapping it around and touching it to Mark’s </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">body, chest, biceps, waist, thighs. He called out the numbers each </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">time and Steve quickly wrote down the numbers. When he was done he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">handed it back and to Mark’s surprise Steve walked out of the room.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He felt a little bit of relief to be left with just Apollo until the</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">man said he wanted him to get his jock, and only his jock. Mark</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">walked back to the chest, picked it up, stepped into it and pulled it</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">into place, adjusted his dick inside and felt a little bit of ejaculate</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">on his fingers. He quickly licked it from his fingers before turning</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">back to his trainer. The man smirked to him and motioned for him to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">step back into the middle of the room. He did.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Ten jumping jacks,” he ordered.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark laughed off his nervousness and set about the task. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Pushups, burpees, run in place, more jumping jacks, he quickly put him </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">through a calisthenics test, told him to adjust pace and form each </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">time. Mark felt his lungs begin to burn, his heart possibly beat the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">fastest it had done in years except for maybe during sex or</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">masturbation. Sweat formed all over his body, across his back, his</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">face, and it began to run down the middle of his back. For one</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">routine he felt like he had done everything perfectly because after it</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">he felt so tired he wasn’t sure if he could keep form no matter how</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">much he tried. And just when he was about to fall to the floor in</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">exhaustion Apollo told him to take a break after sit ups so he just</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">lay there and caught his breath. He heard the man move around, bring </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">over some weights.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Still on the floor Mark looked up to see Apollo standing over his</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">head. He could see up the man’s shorts, a flash of white jock strap, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">then he set weights down on either side and ordered him to pick them </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">up. He picked up one in each hand and set to the task of pressing </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">them above his chest. He realized he was flat on his back, knees in </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the air, his dick covered by a thin white fabric, the straps around </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his butt. Apollo walked around him observing him from every angle.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">His dick started to harden, strained against the band. Apollo kept at </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">him, put him back through the exercises, added weights with different </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">positions until he was exhausted, covered in sweat, one knee up, flat </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">on his back, his head to the side. Mark panted for breath.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Please,” Mark cried out.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“How do you feel?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Like I’m about to puke,” Mark replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Okay, let’s take a little break,” Apollo replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark looked to the man truly grateful for being given a reprieve. He</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">fell to his back and took several deep breaths until his heart slowed. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He realized just then how read his skin had gotten, how hard his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">nipples felt. He wanted to touch himself all over, especially his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dick and his nipples, maybe slip a finger between his cheeks, but as </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">he lay there under Apollo’s tutelage he just bit at his lip and told </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">himself he had to keep it professional. Just when he thought his body </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">had almost returned to normal he heard his trainer clear his throat.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Yes sir?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Just one more thing,” Apollo said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“What’s that?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Cool down,” he replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“I’m okay,” Mark said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“That wasn’t a question. It’s a requirement, now get your ass up,” he ordered.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark forced himself up to his knees, then to his feet. He watched as </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Apollo moved to the chest, set aside his bag and clothes, then opened </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">it. He reached one hand down inside and took hold of something, he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">pulled out a silver chain, a dog chain, pulled until it reached its </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">maximum length and then he was pulling on something, a black rubber </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">covered head emerged, someone, Mark told himself. He watched as </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Apollo pulled a man from inside the chest, naked except for the rubber </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">mask, a leather harness, cuffs on his wrists and his ankles. He was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">completely hairless from the neck down, no hair anywhere so his hard </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dick stuck out obscenely from his body. It was eight, no nine inches </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">long, and the tip was red, that’s when he noticed the cock ring.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Apollo led the gimp slave across the room to in front of the exercise</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">bike and told him to get on his knees. He watched as Apollo walked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">into the back room for something. The gimp slave didn’t look his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">direction at all. Was it the receptionist under there? Had he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">stripped and been placed in the chest while Apollo was making him </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">workout so hard? He looked to the doorway and saw his trainer was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">carrying something, he moved to the bicycle and carefully attached it, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">a fuck machine, Mark realized, normally it was powered by an electric </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">motor but he had a feeling this one was powered by the bike. He was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">going to be on the bike, he realized. He felt his dick harden and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">watched as his trainer moved the slave gimp into position and slowly </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">worked the machine into position with the other man until the dildo on </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">its end was inserted into him, then he tied him off by the chain on </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his neck, his cuffs. He was stuck there. Mark unconsciously licked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his lips.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Come over here,” Apollo said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Yes sir,” Mark replied with renewed enthusiasm.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“This is going to be like our own little spin class,” he said, “but</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">with a change.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark nodded to the man.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“There’s just one more thing,” Apollo said before walking away to the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">back room again. He came back moments later with another dildo in his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hands, this one had a metal shaft attached to its base. He moved to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the bike, took off the seat, and replaced it with the dildo.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“You can’t be serious,” Mark blurted out.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Strip and ride this thing, that is if you want to give this little</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">piggy, gimp slave the fuck of his life.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Oh, he wanted to do it. He really wanted to do it. This stranger who </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">had been kept in the chest, there he was bound and naked, a hard dick between his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">thighs, little chance of getting off, and getting fucked in the ass by </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the dildo fuck machine attached to the bike he’d be powering himself.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He looked to the dildo. Apollo smirked at him before picking up the</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">same lubricant he had used on the gimp and applied it to the dildo</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">that had replaced the seat. He greased every inch of it, then</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">motioned for Mark to move in and get onto it. He stepped over the</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">center bar, put a foot on each pedal causing a slight movement of the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">wheels, the dildo, which caused the gimp to whimper. He smiled at the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">notion of what he was about to do. Apollo placed one hand on his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">stomach and took hold of the dildo with his other, slowly he eased him </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">back until it entered his hole.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">For just a moment he wanted to stop as he felt it dilate his</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">sphincter, so big he thought it would somehow split him in two but his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">sunk further down it. He could feel each inch push up inside of his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">body. His hole felt like it would never close again and he didn’t</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">want it to because even the pain felt like pleasure. Eventually he</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">sunk to the base and let out a groan, felt sweat on his brow that he</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">wiped away with the back of his hand. But the most surprising thing </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">was his dick as he felt it harden like a rock. He looked down to it, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">red and swollen, his balls tight. He just wanted to touch it so</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">slowly he lowered his hand but Apollo saw him and slapped it away.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Please sir,” he begged.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“No, get that ass moving,” the man replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Slowly he began to pedal and he looked to the machine as it increased </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">in speed and he heard the gimp whimper so he slowed but Apollo was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">quick to spank him on the butt and he picked up speed again. The gimp </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">before him, his thighs, narrow waist, the way his balls and dick was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">tucked between his thighs completely helpless. He felt another spank </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">on his butt and picked up speed again, watched the dildo machine fuck </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">him faster and faster until it reached its maximum speed. He was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">pumping as hard and fast as he could, tried to use the motion of the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">pedals to his advantage. Apollo reached around from behind and began </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to play with his nipples, two hard little points that became so </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">sensitive that he began to twist at just a little touch. He could </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">smell himself. He could smell the lubricant. His own heart felt like </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">it would seize in his chest.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And the gimp, that poor gimp was secured in place getting rammed by </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the machine, relentless and persistent. There was no stopping it. A </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dildo very much like the one inside of Mark’s asshole was also in that </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">gimp and it pounded him mercilessly. Mark’s thigh muscles strained, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his feet felt heavy, his arms weak he leaned down onto the bike to try </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and find some comfortable position causing the dildo to shift. His </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">balls rubbed against his thighs and if only, just only a few more </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">inches something might touch his dick that leaked ejaculate.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Just when he was about to slow, about to give up, he felt Apollo leave </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">him. He listened as he walked over to the chest then come back. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">stepped into his sight, a flick of the wrist and Mark saw the little </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">bull whip in his hand. “Oh no,” Mark cried out, and Apollo smirked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">before stepping into position and whipping him across the back. The </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">first few times didn’t feel like much, a passing sensation, but as the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">man continued to whip his back he felt it build and that’s when the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">man struck him more quickly. He pushed harder against the pedals </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">until the whip fell in synch with each time around. His dick. His </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">back. His hole. His heavy feet. Sweat covered him. And that gimp, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the sounds of the gimp as he struggled against his bonds somehow </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">fueled him more, his groans almost became recognizable pleas.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">That didn’t stop him. He looked to Apollo who lazily stroked his own </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dick with one hand and whipped with the other. He saw the shape and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">girth of his dick and recognized it. It was just like the dildo in </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">him and the one in the gimp. He had made replicas of his dick and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">they were being fucked by them. He pushed himself up, locked his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">elbows, let his knees just keep going as he began to think of himself </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">as part of that same machine fucking the gimp. He was just another </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">part, the engine. Mark felt the pain his back as it gave in to the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">pain and he arched back and let out a yell, a scream, so primal and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">intense he barely recognized it was coming from his own body. That’s </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">when it happened, tears running down his face, Apollo touched his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dick, the sensitive head, and he shot, a blinding orgasm, sweat </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">blinded him when he closed his eyes. And it didn’t stop, not </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">instantly like so many others, it echoed in his body from his toes to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his fingertips, from his shoulders to his knees. He felt Apollo’s </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">arms wrap around him and he fell into his grasp, his entire body held </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">up by the other man who slowly lifted him from the bicycle, the dildo </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">slipped from his hole with a plop. He would have laughed if he hadn’t </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">been so exhausted. He felt helpless and used as the man carried him </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">over and laid him down next to the gimp on his side so he could see </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the stranger, the gimp.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Apollo pulled the dildo from him too, dragged the machine away. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">released the gimp, pushed him to the floor and turned his head to look </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">back at Mark who lay there naked, his limp dick leaked over his thigh. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">They looked each other in the eye as Apollo pushed one of the gimp’s </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">knees up to his chest to access to his hole. He watched as the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">muscled man pushed inside easily and began to pound him. He could </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hear the skin slap against skin. He saw the pain and pleasure in the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">gimp’s face as the man caused his body to shift with each thrust.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Finally Apollo grunted and moaned as he pushed as deep as he could </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">until it seemed as if the gimp himself had been flattened against the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">ground. He could see the perfect outline of his trainer, his thighs, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his round butt, his wide back, muscled and powerful. He wished he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">could have another orgasm himself right then and for a moment he </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">licked his lips when he saw the gimp take shape again before him, on </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his back, his dick stuck out from his body. It twitched in some </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">attempt to just feel something, anything, just enough for the gimp </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to have his own orgasm. He watched as the gimp slowly reached down to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">touch himself only for Apollo to slap his hand away.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Not today,” the man said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Please,” the gimp begged.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“No.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Mark rolled onto his back and looked up to the ceiling. He closed his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">eyes and let himself give in to the exhaustion. It didn’t matter if</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">he were naked in Times Square he needed sleep so he just let it</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">overtake him. Barely cognizant he listened as Apollo dragged the man </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">into a shower, heard him cry out as the spray hit him and he</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">complained about it being cold water. He pleaded to just have an</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">orgasm but Apollo gave him an ultimatum, one orgasm and he’d be locked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">it chastity for two months instead of the usual one. He smirked to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">himself at the thought of the man in chastity. No orgasm after all of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">that, Mark’s mind reeled inside the darkness of exhaustion. Would </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">that, could that ever happen to him? He didn’t like the idea but for </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">someone else it was amusing. Then darkness again, this time broken by </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the feeling of being lifted and carried into the shower.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Four hands on his body, warm water, the smell of soap, those same</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hands washed every inch of him, every inch, even between his toes and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">he never even washed his own toes, not really. He opened his eyes a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">little but the room was dimly lit and he could barely make out the two </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">men’s bodies as they worked. He felt a finger inside his hole, once </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to clean him out, once to check for damage. He was putty to them and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">didn’t try to fight it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">When they finished they carried him out, dried him off, and even</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dressed him. He felt Apollo lift him from the floor and carry him out</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to his car and set him in the backseat. He listened as they drove</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">away. For a moment he thought he was being kidnapped but then he just </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">gave over to the feeling of not knowing and fell asleep.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The car stopped and he awoke. The door opened, the two men took hold </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">of him, Apollo was quick to put him over his shoulder while the other </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">took his car keys and ran ahead. Mark looked up to see his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">neighborhood. They were taking him to his apartment. He smiled at </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the thought of his own bed. It was quick. Up the stairs, through his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">front door, to his bedroom, Apollo set him down, stripped him again, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">rolled him onto his side and covered him with a sheet. He felt it </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">cover him, his shoulders, his back, his butt, all of the way down to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his feet. He was home. And that’s when he heard the most surprising </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">thing, the other man, the one who was the gimp spoke.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“No, I don’t think so,” Apollo replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“There was a moment when you were fucking me at the end that we looked </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">each other in the eye and I think he did.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Does it matter?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“I hope not.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">them, but he heard their feet, the closing of doors as they exited.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">What did that mean? I don’t really care, he told himself.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">When Peter starts dating a jock named Brad from a fraternity at his college he soon learns of his boyfriend's kink and together they make a journey into submission and domination.</span><br />
<br />Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-17679485091434177402018-03-10T19:20:00.000-05:002018-03-10T19:21:46.115-05:00Brat in the Frat Ch 09 - Letting Go<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I got everything ready for him: plastic lining for the bed, diapers,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">rope, a blindfold, speculum, lubricant, butt plug, anal douche,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">leather wrist and ankle cuffs, bananas, and suppositories. I think it</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">was the most turned on a I had ever been while shopping, collecting </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">all these different things that were innocuous unto themselves but </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">collected in my room felt kind of incriminating so of course I hid </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">them in the back of my closet.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">We had initially planned it for the following week in my dorm room,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">provided of course my roommate was out. Kevin had taken to going home </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">on the weekends, something about a girl he knew from high school and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">that they had started dating. Part of me worried it was all the time </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I was spending with Brad, that he had turned out to be homophobic </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">after all, or maybe he just wanted to give us our space and it was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">easier to go home. His mother still did all of his laundry and Sunday </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">night or Monday morning he’d always return with some kind of home </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">cooked leftovers. Maybe his mother was pressuring him to come back, I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">don’t know. It didn’t matter because space and time to ourselves was</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">e exactly what we needed, especially for what we were planning.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">In some way it felt like we were planning a heist or something. There </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">was this kind of mischievous sense to it. I’d subtly ask my roommate </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">what his plans were, relay the information to Brad who said he had </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">trouble sleeping all week because he was so excited. It was a big </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">disappointment when I found out on Thursday my roommate was staying </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">for the weekend. Brad was heartbroken and so was I a little bit. We </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">fooled around here and there a little bit like normal. I really got </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">into the idea of being with him, teasing him, getting him hard and</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">l eaking, then denying his orgasm for as long as I could until he was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">begging for it. The best I’d let him do is fuck my lubricated hands </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">with his hard dick.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Classes and work were a chore. There were moments we’d forget about </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">it, watch a movie, cuddle in bed, but it was always there, this</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">expectation, this adventure. So by the time two weeks later my</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">roommate said he was going to be gone for the weekend it felt like an </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">early Christmas gift. As soon as he was out the door I called Brad </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and told him to come over. He finished work and got there about an </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hour later, after I had set up everything. He knocked at my door. I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">knew it was him, so I opened it wearing just my briefs. He broke into </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">a smile when he saw me and I pulled him inside by the front of his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">shirt and into a kiss as I closed the door behind him. He was hard </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and ready so we set about doing it. He showered and used the anal </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">douche as I double checked everything and killed time reading over the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">instructions on my phone.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Minutes later, flat on his back in the standard bondage X. Naked, his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hard dick against his belly. I put the restraints on his wrists and</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">on his ankles. He was there for me and I was there for him. He was </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">completely at my mercy and I felt this guilt and fear that I might do </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, expect too much. I started to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">sweat, that’s how nervous I was, and I kept rubbing my fingers against </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the palm of my hand as I bit my lips just watching him lie there. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">was willing to give himself over to me. I kissed him briefly on his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">lips.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Then I lifted his knees up to his chest, used the rope to tie them to</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the bed frame. He relaxed into the feeling as I looked down to his</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hairy balls, his dick, then along the path to his hole as it puckered</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">with his heartbeat. I warmed the speculum with my hands, lubricated </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">it and his hole. I inserted it slowly and he gasped at the feeling.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I waited for him to relax and when he said he was ready I slowly</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">opened him. It was an amazing feeling to have him there like that, my </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">dick was leaking in my underwear. I could feel it slipping around </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">with each movement I made.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Fully aware of what I was about to do I mashed the bananas and</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">carefully inserted them a little bit at a time into his hole. He</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">giggled and squirmed a little at the feeling but urged me to keep</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">going until he was fully loaded, then I closed the speculum and</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">removed it. I kissed him again on the lips before inserting the</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">was next. He took a deep breath and asked me to insert it into him so </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I lubricated it and slid into him slowly. He took it to the base more </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">easily that he usually took anything before so I figured his anus had </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">to be relaxed. I took the diaper and set it under him.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Putting the oil and powder on his buttocks and over his crotch had</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">become a familiar routine but it still felt special as I did it. I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">closed the diaper and kissed him one more time before getting up and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">releasing the ropes holding his knees. He lowered his legs and moaned </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">at the feeling of the plug in his butt.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Are you ready for this?” I asked.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Yes,” he said through dry lips.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I reused the rope, tied it to the cuffs on his wrists and his ankles</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">so that he couldn’t get out of bed very easily, not without my help.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He was powerless there on my bed and I saw him wince and bite at his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">lip as he said he felt it inside him. He pulled at the restraints</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">just to feel them.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“I can feel it,” he said, “it’s doing it’s job.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I sat next to him, put a comforting hand on his tummy. He groaned and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">whined, pulled at his restraints again. There he was, my boyfriend, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">tied down and unable to help himself just as he wanted to be. I could </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">see he had begun to sweat.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Would you play with my dick?” he begged.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Really?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Yes, I want to, you know, piss myself, but I can’t with my dick hard.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I slipped my hand into his diaper and felt the ejaculate from his</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">erect cock, slid my fingers down and gripped the base. I stroked him </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">slowly, tickled his balls. He whimpered in pain and pleasure so I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">kept at it until he bucked against my hand. I smiled to him as I felt</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">his dick search out any kind of sensation, just enough to get him to</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">an orgasm and he smiled back knowing I was teasing him. It didn’t</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">take long for him to reach it and I felt his warm ejaculate cover my</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hand and the inside of his diaper.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">But the orgasm was a double edged sword because he said now he could </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">feel the pain in his intestines and the feeling of the plug in his </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">hole more. I moved close to him, rubbed at my still erect dick in my </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">briefs. And the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">into over an hour as I sat there edging myself as he lay beside me.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“Maybe we should try something else,” I said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">“No, I can feel it. It hurts really bad. I mean I really, really</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">have to go but it’s like my will has become so focused that it shut</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">down that part of my body. It’s like it’s stuck. It’s like someone</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">turned the spigot and nothing works.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">There was one last thing to help him get over that fear of truly</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">letting go. I pulled out the blindfold and put it over his eyes and</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">lay beside him, my head in his arm pit I put my left hand on his chest </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">and slowly began to pet him.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Finally it happened, a little fart that turned into more. He let out</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">swell. I smiled at the reality of it. Here he was a jock boy, my</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">boyfriend, my submissive, my dare I say it slave, and he was finally</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">so relaxed that he lost all control. I looked to his face where I saw</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">the biggest grin. He knew he had done it. He knew he had lost</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">control. I got to my knees beside him, leaned down and gave him a</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">kiss before sitting back and looking over his body one more time. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">was mine, all mine, I thought, and I am his, all his.</span>Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-55362885595603849472018-03-02T18:18:00.001-05:002018-03-02T18:18:16.128-05:00Brat in the Frat Ch 08 - The Dilemma<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">After he shared his secret with me it was like we both had the same secret. And he started wearing diapers everyday. A nod or a wink to me when we were together and we’d just smile. His frat brothers would roll their eyes and Kevin would just grunt in frustration but it was for us, we knew. That’s when we really started to go everywhere together and he dragged me to a few of his pick-up basketball games. My favorite was knowing under the thin fabric of his shorts was a diaper, a diaper I had put on him. I could tell he was conscious of it, especially when it was shirts vs. skins. I held my breath during those games as I’m sure he did a little himself.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It’s difficult to explain that type of connection between two people, you just feel it. We didn’t talk about the future much. We didn’t talk about our past lives. We lived to be together, to explore together. We became so familiar around each other that our bodies seemed to melt into each other just being in the same room. We’d sit next to each other and think nothing about an affirming touch, an arm around the shoulders as we sat on the couch, a hand on the thigh. We were in love.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There are two types of people we all share secrets with, strangers and close loved ones. To share a secret with a stranger is an unremarkable thing. That’s the power of Confession in a Catholic Church, a dark closet area with a confidant able to hear you but not exactly see you. Sometimes it’s someone on an airplane or bus we will never see again because of the way life works, space and time, the geography of where we live, where we are going, two lives that momentarily intersect.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Sharing a secret with a loved one, well that’s more difficult, because a person intends to keep that loved one close, wants to build a relationship, a future with that person. And so many of our relationships are created for other reasons. My parents got married because my mother got pregnant, so they had many secrets. My grandparents got married because my grandmother wanted out of her life at home taking care of her younger siblings, many more secrets. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I was quite conscious of this as we continued to date, to hang around each other, have certain expectations of each other about fulfilling roles. We became like a balancing act offering encouragement for each other when the other was feeling down, calming each other if one of us got angry. Often we’d just end up in bed, me in my underwear and him in a diaper, and we’d just cuddle together under the blankets. We’d kiss and stroke at each other until we built up some kind of reserve of energy, a reserve of self-esteem that helped us face any challenge.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So even after all that we had been through together, the familiarity of our bodies and touch, the need to be held and affirmed, it was still quite the surprise when one day Brad said he had something he wanted to talk with me about and I knew it was something he was embarrassed about, something he was ashamed to say. It didn’t help that he said this in the morning before we parted ways to go to class. All day I thought just about every thought from him wanting to break up with me to him proposing marriage. He didn’t propose. And we didn’t break up. But I considered each.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">By the time we met up in my dorm room after dinner together in the cafeteria I was nervous about what he was going to say. Thankfully my roommate was gone for the weekend. As soon as we entered I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear what he had to say but it, whatever it was, didn’t seem to be on his mind, so we stripped down and got into bed, pulled a sheet over us. We made small talk about our day, teased each other. I’d pull on his nipple. He’d kiss my hands. I’d rub at the bulge between his legs, familiar now with the feel of the diaper covering his dick. He’d kiss me on the cheek. He put one hand inside my underwear to feel my dick and I wrapped my arm around his side to reach between his cheeks and feel his hole with a probing finger. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We had gotten intimate without achieving orgasm or even the possibility of orgasm when I could tell he wanted to talk. That barrier of shame and embarrassment had been lowered again. He rolled onto his back away from me so I propped myself up on one elbow and looked into his eyes. The room was mostly dark because it was evening and I always kept the drapes closed. He stretched his arms up above his shoulders and put his hands under his head so that I could see the entirety of him, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. I touched his belly with my free hand, played with his belly button, traced the hairs down to the waist band of his diaper then back up to his ribs. He let out a laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“What’s on your mind?” I asked.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I don’t know,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He knew. He knew that I knew he was thinking about something. This would be one of those moments, more dangerous now for all the ways we had become familiar with each other. When we had sex that was one thing. When I dared him to wear a diaper that was another. When we went out on a date that ended with him pissing himself that was even more. If we broke up now it would mean days, weeks, possibly months of mourning the end of our relationship.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“You can tell me,” I said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wasn’t sure if I was really ready for it. It was kind of a dare to him and myself. How bad could it be? He was scared of what I might say and do but I wanted to be there for him in all the ways I possibly could, that I knew for sure. He took a deep breath and I saw him wince as if he were about to cry so I knew it was personal and dangerous to confess. I leaned into him, kissed at his chest, kissed at his arm pit until he writhed from being tickled and started to laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I want to try it, with you,” he said through his laughter, “I want to try losing control, like really losing control.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I pulled away and looked him in the eye. He stared back and I knew this big jock boy in bed next to me was really afraid. He could explain sex to himself and to others. He could possibly explain the diaper as some kind of experiment. But losing control, giving control over to someone else, that was a powerful thing. In an instant I felt as if I were the one who was going to cry. He trusted me, like really trusted me, and he loved me and I loved him too. I gave him my best coy smile and he smiled back.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Are we talking about chains and whips here or something else?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Something else,” he replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“So like, are we talking about you being my sex slave?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I moved my two fingers up his belly as if my hand was walking up his chest. He giggled a little and I moved my hand over to his armpit as I pressed into him. He grinned and contorted with my touch.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“How about just a personal slave to do my laundry? I really hate picking up after myself. You could do the dishes and sweep the floor.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“No, you know,” he replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I think I do but I want to hear you say it.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I want to like, you know, I can’t say it.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I kissed and licked at him, got both hands into his armpits and began to tickle him, tickle his sides as I pushed my body over his until my knees were on either side of him, our chests pressed together I kissed at his neck. He squirmed and giggled under me, I felt his knees shifting around.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Stop it, I have to pee,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Oh really,” I replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I could feel my hard dick in my underwear pressed against his dick trapped inside his diaper. He pulled his hands out from under his head and tried to grab at my wrists but I had the leverage and I felt like he really didn’t want to stop me. He could have stopped me, by telling me to stop, by forcibly grabbing my arms or pushing at my chest. He outweighed me by about forty pounds of muscle. He had been a wrestler and played basketball regularly. He had all of the advantage physically, but he let me keep winning as I tickled him. His laughter got louder when I found the sweet spots and he twisted under me so that he was on his side then on his chest. His feet fluttered behind me and I grabbed one, tickled it, then grabbed the other and tickled it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I’m going to pee,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I grabbed at his sides, forced my fingers into his pits. He began to breath so heavily, his face smashed into the pillow he turned to one side then the other for air. I kept at him until it finally happened. He pissed himself. The laughter stopped and he suddenly wasn’t so ticklish. I tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to roll onto his back so he did. He looked up to me with his big, brown eyes, a single tear rolled down his cheek.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Are you okay?” I asked.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I’m great,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Good, because I’m not done with you,” I replied.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“No?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“No,” I affirmed.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“What are you going to do to me next?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I remembered something I had read online a long time ago. It was one of those posts that come up in social media. It might just be perfect for this type of thing.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Well, with your permission, I’m going to help you feel and understand what it means to really lose control.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“What are you going to do to me?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“There’s something I read about on the internet that I wanted to try,” I said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“What?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“It involves bananas, a suppository, and a butt plug.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Is it going to hurt?”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I don’t know. You can read about it while I get the supplies,” I said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He looked up to me with hope and fear in his eyes. I leaned down into him, one hand at the back of his head, fingers in his hair, to pull him into a kiss, my other hand strayed down to his diaper.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“It looks like someone had an accident,” I said between kisses.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“Please,” he said, “I really want this.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I pulled away from him and looked him in the eye.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I really want this too,” I said. “I want to do this for you, to you. I can’t explain it but it’s like you’re giving me this power and I’m terrified of screwing it up.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“We’ll do this together,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“I’m not sticking a banana up my ass,” I said with a wry smile.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">“No, I mean, be there for each other,” he said.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "lucida grande" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We hugged, then of course he rolled me onto my side and as if just to prove some point he got on top of me and paused for a moment. I could feel the full weight of him as he kissed me and held me down, then he stepped off me and off the bed and walked to the shared bathroom. I looked over to his padded butt, his narrow waist, and muscled back. It wasn’t just his body. I trusted him and I believed he trusted me.</span>Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-21849814203648923512018-02-13T19:04:00.000-05:002018-02-13T19:04:33.276-05:00Hard Sell Pt 6 - Special DeliveryAfter Mark’s adventure with Greg at the abandoned airport, the return to work, driving naked while the other man jerked his dick was a thrill that ended too quickly. He pulled behind what felt like the last building possible before getting to the dealership as Greg cleaned the head of his sensitive dick with his briefs, and parked the car. He looked to the man who smirked back at him before putting his underwear in the glove compartment.<br />
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“I guess I’m going commando,” Mark said.<br />
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“I’ll behave myself when we get back,” Greg said, “besides you’re looking pretty drained right now. Do you wish we had gone to lunch?”<br />
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“Not a chance, I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”<br />
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Mark dressed quickly then drove back to the dealership. Greg was prepared to buy the car with a sizable down payment and loan from a bank, then made arrangements to pick up the car in two days, with his “son”, and it was completely professional. In face Mark was surprised just how little he thought about sex, any little urge was defeated by the feeling of his nearly raw penis. He walked Greg back to his own car that he had come in and saw him off before going back to his desk and rummaging around for snacks. He found a pack of crackers and a bottle of water that he devoured in seconds. He was about to look through his contacts when he got a text message so he checked his phone. It was Oliver.<br />
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[Did you have fun?]<br />
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[Yes, it was very fun. We did things... I’m exhausted and I still have a couple hours of work to get through.]<br />
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[Well don’t work too hard, but I arranged for a little treat this evening for you at your apartment. A special delivery. Make sure you clean up. Thoroughly. We’ll get together soon.]<br />
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What was this man doing to him? He had wanted to live out his fantasies but not like this, well he never expected it would all happen so quickly. He was drained and the idea of hooking up with someone else that evening, right at that moment seemed impossible. He self-consciously shifted his penis in his pants and felt the way it hit the little parts of sewn fabric. He wouldn’t be ready. Could he?<br />
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But he was broken from his thoughts when Cody appeared at his desk and partially sat on the edge with one cheek. He smiled at Mark who rolled his eyes in return. He was about to ask what the man wanted but Cody spoke first.<br />
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“I heard you made a sell,” he said, “good for you, now you’re only a two behind me. I’d say good luck but I don’t really mean it.”<br />
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“Hey, I might just catch up with you.”<br />
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“Oh yeah, want to make a bet?”<br />
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Mark’s anger sunk at that moment and his stomach tightened. He wanted to make a bet but he also didn’t want to lose to the man. He shook his head.<br />
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“Your loss,” Cody said before tapping on his desk and walking away.<br />
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Mark looked back to his monitor and returned back to his work. He made a shortlist of potential customers, some as far back as five years ago who had bought a car from him or from the dealership. On a normal day he could have thought up two or three pitches and made a couple of cold calls but the way he was feeling he decided to kill time getting coffee, making small talk, and watching the lot for new arrivals the rest of the day until it was five minutes to leave and he gathered his things and headed to the receptionist desk where he found one of the other salesmen chatting and trying to look down the woman’s top. He interjected himself into the conversation and made small talk until it was time to punch out which he did easily then headed to his car. <br />
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As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat he thought about Oliver’s message. What did he mean by special delivery? Another encounter? His dick started to get hard at just the thought of it. Maybe I am ready to go again, he thought. He started to drive home but his thoughts were about everything he had done since yesterday and he almost missed his turn to pick up supper from his favorite restaurant. He made the turn at the last minute and was lucky his reflexes were still good because he almost caused an accident. <br />
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When he pulled into a parking spot he felt his dick soften and realized he had been leaking ejaculate so he checked the front of his pants for a wet spot but luckily he couldn’t find one. He went in to order food for himself but after thinking about it he decided to order enough for two people. Hopefully food for two would be enough, he thought, at least that was his expectation. He killed time waiting by thinking of what could possibly be delivered and he hoped it wasn’t a pizza. By the time his name was called out to pick up the food he had to check again to make sure his dick couldn’t be seen and that there wasn’t a wet spot on his pants. There wasn’t. He got his food, paid, and walked back to his car with a renewed sense of urgency hoping he wouldn’t be late back to his apartment. He made it in record time back to his home, set the food on the coffee table, and was about to start eating when he got another text message from Oliver.<br />
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[Greg said he had a good time. He told me a little about what happened. He said you’re a fast driver.]<br />
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Mark laughed to himself about the joke before replying.<br />
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[When is this special delivery and what is it? I hope it’s not food because I was so hungry I already got something.]<br />
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[Not food, but I’m not going to ruin the surprise. I hope you like it.]<br />
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Mark rolled his eyes at the response and picked up the remote for his television. Two hours later he was comfortable, one hand down the front of his pants slightly teasing his own dick, the other slowly clicking through channels, he was broken from his zombie state by a knock on his door. “This is it,” he said to himself, as he turned off the TV, dropped the remote, and got to his feet. He moved to his front door, checked the peep hole and saw a young man patiently waiting outside with something flat leaning against his thigh. He opened the door to find the person grinning back at him. He was in his early twenties, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants, a massage table against his thigh and a black bag over his shoulder. He had blonde, spiked hair, and a veiny, muscled neck that made Mark give a second look to his arms. He gulped when he realized the man’s muscles had muscles.<br />
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“Hello, are you Mark?”<br />
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“That’s right.”<br />
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“Hi, I’m Brad. I was sent by Oliver for a personal massage. He said you’d need it after the day you had. Can I come inside?”<br />
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Mark invited him inside, closed the door behind him, and told him to set up in the living room wherever there was space. Brad carried the table into the room and quickly moved the coffee table out of the way to make space before setting up the table. He dropped his black bag on the table next to the table and looked to Mark who came back into the room with two beers. He gave one to Brad who accepted it easily and shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the table.<br />
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“Um, I guess I should get a towel or something,” Mark replied.<br />
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“Why bother? We’re both men. This is a private massage in your apartment so, you know, you could be naked for all I care.”<br />
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They grinned and giggled about the idea like two mischievous pranksters for a moment as they drank from their beer. Mark shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs before shaking off any worries he had about what was going to happen. He downed half of his beer before setting it down, then stripping off his clothes. Brad chuckled when he dropped his pants to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear.<br />
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“Um, I usually, I mean...”<br />
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Did he really want to explain to this young man how he lost his briefs? He bit his lip and stopped himself as he took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks. Completely naked he stood before him and sucked in his gut. <br />
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“Did you get cleaned up?” Brad asked.<br />
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“No, should I?”<br />
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“Go get a quick shower, but you know, clean thoroughly,” he said.<br />
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“Oh, right, I kind of forgot,” Mark replied, “just uh, I’ll be right back.”<br />
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He turned and walked out of the room to the bathroom. He didn’t like the idea of leaving a stranger in his living room alone but he thought of Oliver and the trust he had in the man to send someone he could trust. Fuck it, he thought before turning on the shower. He stepped inside and just the feel of water against his skin made him relax a little so he soaped up and cleaned himself.<br />
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Ten minutes later, still naked but dried off he emerged from the bathroom feeling ready and comfortable for whatever was about to happen. He walked back to the living room where he found the lights had been dimmed and several candles had been lit giving his apartment an unfamiliar romantic feeling. Brad was relaxed on the couch with his phone in his hands, a smile on his face he finished a text message, sent it, then looked to Mark who took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders before he moved to the table and laid himself on it with his face in a head rest with a hole in it so he could be completely comfortable. Comfortable and completely naked, completely vulnerable he listened as Brad opened his black bag.<br />
<br />
“Um, before we start, just what did Oliver order for me?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Well, I’ll be massaging your muscles, all of your muscles. I’ve got some oils, some scented candles, and this.”<br />
<br />
He held a thin, small dildo down in front of Mark.<br />
<br />
“That’s not so bad,” he replied.<br />
<br />
“And this,” Brad said before holding out a different, longer, thicker, and more realistic dildo.<br />
<br />
“Well, that might be a little more difficult.”<br />
<br />
“That’s just the medium,” Brad replied before smacking him on the bare ass, “but we’ll work up to the others if you’re comfortable doing it. It’s not like we have to get through the whole bag tonight.”<br />
<br />
“Oh,” Mark said. “There’s more?”<br />
<br />
“Do you still want to do this?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, but let’s go slow and take it easy on me.”<br />
<br />
“No problem,” Brad replied, “let’s get you relaxed first.”<br />
<br />
Brad squirted some oil on his back, set the bottle down, then touched him where the oil had pooled. Mark felt the other man’s strong fingers press into his skin and slowly work out over his back into his muscles. For just a moment he tried to hold onto any thought, any feeling, of control before the man’s touch made him forget about such a thing. He worked into his skin, into his muscles, from his mid-back to his shoulders then back down his spine to lower back. The man was in no hurry as he felt up along Mark’s side to his shoulders again then down his arms one at a time. He moved around the table with ease, never letting his fingers leave Mark’s body. His arms, his back, his shoulders felt like putty as he felt the man move lower to his buttocks, a cheek in each hand he pulled and pushed at his flesh until he had them soft and malleable. He squirted more oil on Mark’s thighs, pressed his thumb into the soft flesh, then the rest of his fingers. He worked the sensitive areas carefully down to the backs of his knees, then it was his calf muscles, his ankles. His feet were last and for a moment Mark thought about telling him to stop as he was ticklish but he was so relaxed he could barely gather enough breath to speak and was pleasantly surprised when the man touched the bottoms of his feet with a caress that made him forget about any kind of concerns he had. <br />
<br />
The man worked back up his body slowly and sensually until he got to his butt again and he pulled his cheeks apart, more oil, no lubricant, Mark realized, as the man worked the flesh around his hole first before a finger got to it, slowly, gently, he worked a finger inside. More lubricant and the man pushed inside slowly. Mark tightened for a moment as he caught his breath. Brad told him to relax and exhale so he did, told him to just focus on his breathing. Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it as he felt the finger undoing that knot of unconscious stress. He often forgot just how tense he could get there but the man was opening him up and the rest of his body released its tension as well, the muscles of his stomach, the little muscles in the rest of his body all began to give up. He felt Brad push inside deeper, thicker, more fingers, until his hole was well lubricated and then he picked up the small dildo and pushed inside with it. Mark felt his dick harden and press up against his belly so he shifted a little to let it expand and not bend the wrong direction. Brad kept at him, more lubricant, the dildo began to vibrate. He didn’t expect that but the feeling was amazing.<br />
<br />
The vibrations went through his entire body, across his skin and inside him simultaneously. The first setting, Brad manipulated his hole into surrender as he worked up the settings as Mark’s own dick felt like a rock under him, a rock that was leaking. He thought of the man doing this, his muscles and handsome face. There was something completely professional about him, something kind and honest. Maybe that was the most relaxing thing of all. He sighed and let the man continue to work, barely noticing when the man pulled the small vibrator out only to replace it with something else. His dick was still hard but it was odd to not hear and feel the vibration, but the man pushed inside slowly again and he relaxed himself to take it.<br />
<br />
“We’re on the next size up,” Brad said.<br />
<br />
Slowly he worked deep inside Mark who felt the intruder open new parts of him. It was almost a tickling sensation but inside, internally, a place he had been told nothing should ever be and yet it was there and he was feeling it, and the feeling was intense and amazing. His hole felt so big and it was the focus of his brain as the rest of his body still felt relaxed. He felt like he was being split in two and put back together again at the same time as he felt the dildo slip inside. It wasn’t long before he felt Brad pulling it back out.<br />
<br />
“Wait,” Mark forced from his throat.<br />
<br />
But it was gone and Brad gave a slight chuckle before playfully slapping him on the ass and reaching into his bag for something else, something bigger. Bigger than that? Mark swallowed and tried to crane his neck to see.<br />
<br />
“Do you want to see it?”<br />
<br />
“Yes,” Mark answered.<br />
<br />
Brad held the dildo in front of his face. It was so thick, nearly as thick as a pop can, and the head, the head looked kind of silly, and it was so long it drooped in this funny kind of way. Mark tightened his jaw at the sight of it.<br />
<br />
“I’m going to stick this in your ass,” Brad said, “but don’t worry I’m a professional and I think you can take it. Did you love the last one?”<br />
<br />
“Yes,” Mark said.<br />
<br />
Brad spanked him playfully.<br />
<br />
“Yes sir,” Mark said.<br />
<br />
“Good boy, now just relax and let me take care of you.”<br />
<br />
Brad returned to his place behind him, slowly lubricated the dildo as he put his fingers back between Mark’s cheeks. He put the head to his hole and for a moment Mark thought it would be impossible to get it inside but then he felt his hole, his body, expand in a way he didn’t think possible to something larger than he thought he could ever take. It still wasn’t as big as the ones he saw in videos online but still it was bigger than he had ever thought possible for himself. And that knot, the knot he thought was gone, it was completely loose and it felt like it fell apart. There was only the sensation of the dildo slowly entering him and nothing else. He closed his eyes as he felt it, his hole stretched and it was inside, deep and full. Brad slowly pushed until he didn’t think he could take anymore then he pushed some more before slowly pulling it out, a moan escaped Mark’s lips as he shuddered and bucked from the sensation. His own dick, his much smaller dick, felt red hot and solid so he was surprised when the man pulled it down between his thighs and began to play with it and his balls at the same time.<br />
<br />
Instinctively he raised up his hips and the man continued to tease him until the big dildo was deep inside and his balls were tight and sensitive. Brad grabbed hold of his dick, wrapped his fingers around it with just enough touch to the head and it was over. He felt an orgasm like never before, a moment of silence and darkness, like every part of him was pulled through his body to his dick, not just his dick but the hole of his dick and it was all leaving him. The greatest pleasure and pain simultaneously he sunk down to the table and the man pulled the dildo out. He felt empty. His anus strained and flexed in a way he never thought he’d enjoy. It hurt a little sure, but it also felt good, it felt like something he’d never experience again, something he wished he had experienced previously, several times.<br />
<br />
“Was it good for you?” Brad asked as he moved to stand beside Mark’s face.<br />
<br />
Mark looked up to him, then down to his hard dick in his shorts. He pushed himself up on the table and reached for the other man’s hip. Brad moved closer and let himself be pulled closer. He took down the front of the man’s shorts, a hard dick pointed out at him and he pulled it to his mouth. He licked his lips and began to suck at the tip before licking at the length of it. Bigger than the first dildo definitely, possibly more like the second one, he thought. And he was right because the second one was a replica of the man’s own dick. He grabbed hold of Brad’s butt and pulled him deep until he was gagging on it. Brad pulled back when he saw Mark struggle to take it.<br />
<br />
“Wait,” Brad said, “there’s something else we can do with this table.”<br />
<br />
He stepped around to the front and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles then off before motioning for Mark to roll over on his back as he snapped the headrest down and out of the way. Mark did as he had been shown and rolled onto his back. He knew what was going to happen next. And though he had only ever done it a few times before he let his head fall back off the massage table and opened his mouth. Brad was quick to push inside and deep, so deep Mark felt his nuts on his nose and above his lip. He reached down to Mark’s body, to his nipples and his stomach, and he began to thrust. Mark struggled to keep up but he wanted it. He wanted the man’s load so bad. He reached around and grabbed his naked cheeks in his hands and pulled at them urging the man to go harder and faster until he felt him strain one last time and heard him groan as he shot down his throat. Brad pulled out and looked down to Mark who grinned back.<br />
<br />
“Was it good for you?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“It was awesome,” Mark answered.<br />
<br />
Brad squatted down and kissed him, their sensitive lips felt like the only nerves in their body that were capable of stimulation. They kissed for a moment before pulling away from each other. Brad helped him up off the table and they went back to the shower together. Mark was eager to wash Brad’s body, though he was less receptive to anal stimulation. Once they were clean they went back out to the living room where they saw the mess they had created.<br />
<br />
“Do you want another beer?” Mark asked.<br />
<br />
“Sure,” Brad said.<br />
<br />
They each got a beer and went to the couch and turned on their phones. They each texted Oliver about what had happened and he replied within minutes to each of them telling them he was glad they had a good time. Mark looked to Brad’s muscled body and Brad pulled him close for one more kiss. There was a slight stirring for each of their dicks but neither of them had the stamina to do anything like they had just done again that night so they left it at that before they looked to the table and all the dildos sitting on it. It was the biggest dildo he ever saw, the biggest he had ever taken, and he was sure he was going to buy himself one the next chance he got.Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504176617224495953.post-82607775105859992082018-01-26T00:30:00.000-05:002018-01-26T00:30:16.139-05:00Hard Sell Part 5 - Shifting GearsAfter getting cleaned up Mark dressed quickly though Oliver was more leisurely about the process, even walked him to the door naked, he turned to the man in the doorway and moved to kiss him on the lips. Oliver kissed him back briefly before pushing him away a little and telling him they both had to get to work. Mark blushed at him before turning away and walking to his car. He got inside, felt like a new man even though his hole burned a little from their morning fuck, and drove back to his apartment. He didn’t begin to panic about being late until he got inside and saw the time so he stripped out of his clothes, put on deodorant and cologne, and got dressed in a new shirt and pair of slacks, combed his hair, made sure he had keys, wallet, and phone. He rushed out the door, made sure it was locked, and jogged to his car.<br />
<br />
He was still ten minutes early as he pulled into the dealership so he parked in his usual spot and pulled out his phone. He was disappointed there wasn’t a message from Oliver and he debated for a moment what to do. He sent one text message: [Thank you for last night and this morning. I’d like to cum again.] He smiled to himself at the playful nature of the message before getting out of his car and thinking about what he just did. He immediately had regret for sending it and a fear he had sent it to the wrong person so he double checked, but it was to the right person and he had done it so there was no way to take it back. He walked into work there were the usual greetings as he got himself a coffee, made his way to his desk, and sat. He turned on his computer, started to look through his contacts and think about trying to sell a car when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and smiled when he saw it was from Oliver.<br />
<br />
[It was fun for me too. You really got into it. And I’ve been thinking about your fantasies. Would you be up for a little fun today?]<br />
<br />
Mark felt his dick harden at the thought of it. I’m so naughty, he thought, I’m at work but all I’m thinking about is Oliver, his dick, and getting fucked. He grinned and replied that he’d be up for anything. <br />
<br />
[Good, a friend of mine will be by today looking to buy a car. He’s looking forward to your presentation.]<br />
<br />
A friend? Someone would come to work, a stranger, and he’d want a presentation. Wait, was he serious? Was this some kind of role play? Was he serious? He bit his lip and his happiness became fear. What did this mean? Was he done with him? Were they done? Or was this just the beginning of something? He stuck his thumb nail between his teeth as he read over the text message. He was about to reply, try to find out what exactly was happening when he was interrupted by one of his coworkers pounding on his desk. He looked up and pulled his phone close to his chest like a cheater in poker who almost got caught showing his hand. He gulped when he saw it was Cody. He didn’t like Cody, well it wasn’t anything personal, just a kind of friendly competition that really wasn’t so friendly. They were about the same age and both wanted to be the salesman of the month. It didn’t help that sales had been slow for Mark and that Cody had sold three cars to one customer who had some kind of taxi service. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.<br />
<br />
“Sales meeting,” Cody said, “conference room in five minutes.”<br />
<br />
“But I thought that wasn’t until next week,” Mark replied.<br />
<br />
“Well it’s been slow and the manager wants to get us motivated, well some of us, you know, the slow ones, not you of course.”<br />
<br />
“Of course,” Mark replied. But he knew Cody was talking about him. He looked to his phone.<br />
<br />
There was no way to hash out what the message from Oliver meant, not with Cody there. He waited for the other salesman to leave before responding. <br />
<br />
[I’ll do my best.]<br />
<br />
He turned off his phone after the message was sent then picked up his coffee and walked to the conference room where he saw nearly all of the other sales people were already gathered as the manager paced the floor in front of them. Finally the last person closed the door and everyone was waiting patiently but the man didn’t speak. He kept pacing. It was his thing. He thought it was a good way to make sure he had everyone’s attention. He’d let the room get real quiet then break into his most boisterous voice and try to give them a speech, a rally, that would motivate them. Mark found himself thinking about Oliver, the morning, the night before, the way they met, and his friend coming today. <br />
<br />
Would he get a sale out of it? If they only knew. And he felt his dick harden a little, begin to leak ejaculate against his underwear, so he crossed his legs as he slipped farther into his thoughts. It was no surprise when his manager finally spoke and he felt little reaction as the man tried to work them into being excited. He was thinking of something else and by the time he was done Mark had to work to think of something else to calm himself before he had to get up and walk from the room. He was barely able to do it, his boss’s speech somewhere in the back of his mind as he drifted to his desk. He sat and pulled out his phone, turned it back on, and waited.<br />
<br />
But there was no new message from Oliver so he returned to what he had been doing before by looking at his contacts. Even if his friend bought a car he’d still need to make up sales to beat Cody. He read through the notes of people who had bought cars the previous year, noted that one of them bought a new car for his wife on her birthday every year and that her birthday would be in a couple of weeks. He came up with the pitch instantly, a nice surprise gift, if he looked at it early he’d be able to change details so that it was perfect for her. He smiled to himself as he made the call. He gave his best, most genuine introduction before going into the pitch. The man was pleased and liked the idea of coming into the dealership early to make sure everything was how she’d like it. They made an appointment and said goodbye. Mark made a notation for a reminder call the day before just so he’d make sure he’d come in to look for a new car.<br />
<br />
He had a stupid grin on his face as he got up from his desk and started to walk to the coffee machine. That’s why when he spotted the man at reception, dressed in shorts and tank top, muscled arms and crew cut, he just nodded to him as he passed until he heard the man speak to the woman behind the desk.<br />
<br />
“I’m looking for a Mark. I’m told he works here. I’m looking for a car.”<br />
<br />
“Certainly,” she replied.<br />
<br />
Mark turned and walked back to the desk and was about to introduce himself when Cody interrupted and introduced himself to the man. He looked to Cody over the man’s shoulder and squinted his eyes in his best death stare. Cody ignored him and started to usher him away when he cleared his throat and got the man’s attention.<br />
<br />
“Actually, I’m Mark and I can help you,” he said.<br />
<br />
The man turned to him. He held out his hand and Mark shook it. The man’s grip was easy but firm as it he knew he didn’t have to try to out squeeze the other person.<br />
<br />
“My name is Greg, uh, Oliver sent me,” he said.<br />
<br />
“Of course,” Mark replied.<br />
<br />
“I can show you any car Mark here can,” Cody said. “And I can make you a better deal. I saw that little sports car you drove up in and we’d be glad to make you a good offer for a trade-in.”<br />
<br />
“Bug off Cody,” Mark said. <br />
<br />
The receptionist gasped. Cody rolled his eyes. Mark even surprised himself but the words just came out of his mouth and he looked to the other man to apologize but it was too late as he turned and walked away. He looked to the woman behind the desk who winked back, then he looked to Greg who smirked a little. They looked each other up and down. There was something positive and welcoming about the man, a casual but firm openness. His muscles were a display of power and he was handsome, his hair made him look younger than he really was. Mark guessed he was forty, forty-one, maybe early forties, but his body was that of an athlete.<br />
<br />
“Did you have something in mind?” Mark asked.<br />
<br />
“That Dodge Talon out there. I’m looking for something for my son. He’s going to college next year and needs something to get back and forth. I know it’s a bit of a stretch to get the kid a sporty car but he’d never settle for an economy car. Maybe we could take it for a spin?”<br />
<br />
Mark looked to the receptionist.<br />
<br />
“Can I get the keys for the Dodge Talon?”<br />
<br />
“Just one moment,” she replied before getting up from her chair.<br />
<br />
“And you know I’m feeling a little hungry. I should have eaten before I came here but, you know, it slipped my mind.”<br />
<br />
“No problem, Kelly would you let the manager know I’m taking a client to lunch as well,” he called out to her as she walked away. She grunted that she would.<br />
<br />
They looked to each other, looked over each other. Mark felt himself getting an erection so he put his hands in his pocket. He bit his lip and turned away slightly when Kelly handed him the keys and told him that she had told their boss he’d being taking someone to lunch with the Dodge Talon. She winked to him to let him know the boss was excited about the possible sale. They walked out together and Mark got into the driver’s seat.<br />
<br />
“Are you really looking to buy this?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, but it’s not for my son. It’s for my boyfriend. He’s twenty so sometimes in cases like this I just say he’s my son. He does call me daddy sometimes.”<br />
<br />
Mark drove out of the parking lot and pressed down on the gas when they got to the highway. He got it up to sixty easy and looked to Greg who put on his sunglasses and reclined in the seat.<br />
<br />
“What kind of business are you in?”<br />
<br />
“I’m a personal trainer and life coach. I do videos on Youtube and tour around the United States, even went to Europe a couple of times.”<br />
<br />
“And uh... what did you have in mind today?”<br />
<br />
“Let’s go somewhere remote where there’s no one else around,” Greg said, “I want to see how fit you are and how capable you are.”<br />
<br />
“Okay,” Mark replied.<br />
<br />
He slowed and made a left turn, quick on the gas and shifter he drove away from town out to an old, abandoned airfield. Greg was pleasantly surprised when he saw where they were headed, even more so when Mark pulled to a side gate and was able to undo the chain and open it. He drove inside to one of the buildings, between the buildings so that the car and they wouldn’t easily be seen from the road. He parked the car and looked to Greg.<br />
<br />
“Strip,” was all he said, and Mark obediently began to undress.<br />
<br />
He stopped when he got down to his white briefs, his hard dick evident by the outline and the little spot of ejaculate. He rubbed himself for a moment and looked to Greg who smiled back.<br />
<br />
“Get out of the car,” he said, “but leave the door open.”<br />
<br />
Mark looked around then did as he had been told. He stepped away but left the door open when he saw Greg get out and begin to move around to his side. He got into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed.<br />
<br />
“Go stand in front of the car.”<br />
<br />
He started to move.<br />
<br />
“But give me your undies,” he said.<br />
<br />
Mark took off his briefs and handed them over before slowly walking in front of the car. He turned to face Greg and thought, this is it, this could all be over right now if he just drives away. I’d have a hell of a time explaining how I got out here and why I’m naked. I’d hate to go to the road like this and try to flag someone down. Unconsciously he began to cover his dick with his hands as he stood there.<br />
<br />
“Hands at your sides,” Greg called out.<br />
<br />
Mark did as he was told and looked into the car where he saw Greg sniff at his underwear for a long moment, appreciated the smell, then tossed them into the passenger seat before looking back out to him.<br />
<br />
“Jumping jacks,” he called out.<br />
<br />
Mark set about doing jumping jacks, naked and on the paved road of an airfield. He looked around and realized he could be seen from the woods and high grass easily even though he couldn’t be seen from the road. He felt himself, his dick, harden at the thought even as it bounced around.<br />
<br />
“Sit ups,” Greg ordered.<br />
<br />
Mark dropped to the ground and immediately regretted coming here as he felt the little stones against his skin. They stuck into his flesh with each movement, up and down, they stuck and clung to him in new ways, in new parts of his flesh, each time. But his dick, his dick was still hard so he kept at it. It stuck up between his thighs and he felt ridiculous as it pointed to the sky. He had never really been naked outside, at least not as an adult, and especially not during the day. He had thought they’d come here and fool around in the car but this... this was something else, and he liked it.<br />
<br />
“On your feet,” Greg ordered, “and run in place.”<br />
<br />
Mark ran in place for a couple of minutes before Greg told him to come around to the passenger side and get into the car. He was surprised when he saw Greg had his tighty whities in hand. He sat, put his arms at his side leaving himself open and available to the man. He wasn’t surprised when the man dropped his underwear down onto his dick. He looked down to the way it hung there. He liked the sight of it.<br />
<br />
“Who was that guy at work?”<br />
<br />
“Huh, oh that’s Cody, he’s another salesman. We’re kind of in a little competition with each other. He’s not such a bad guy but he definitely wouldn’t be into doing this.”<br />
<br />
Greg started the car and shifted to first gear. He started slow to get the feel of the car and he reached over to Mark’s erect dick and began to play with it. Second gear then back to his dick. He maneuvered between the buildings and kept playing with Mark’s dick with the same kind of care, sometimes gripping it with his underwear, sometimes just the skin, but Mark oddly got the most sensation when he felt the fabric tighten in different parts, the rough fibers dug into him in odd ways and the way it hung down at his balls kind of tickled him sometimes. Third and he pulled out to the take off strip, fourth then fifth and he really began to pull at his dick. They were doing over a hundred miles per hour and Mark pushed himself back into his seat as he felt himself nearing an orgasm. They raced across the airfield and he wasn’t worried about anything just the fun, the moment of being there. Greg tugged at his dick, worked him until he was about to shoot then pulled away. Mark balled his toes and thrust up into the air trying to feel anything, his briefs tickled at his balls and when he sat back down he caught his underwear between his thighs and it pulled at the head of his dick but he strained to keep himself from having an orgasm right then as Greg slowed the car and brought it to a stop just before the fence. He turned around at the very end of the strip.<br />
<br />
“Are you ready for this?”<br />
<br />
Mark nodded.<br />
<br />
“I need to hear you say it,” Greg said.<br />
<br />
“I’m ready for this,” he said.<br />
<br />
“I thought Oliver had taught you to be polite. Maybe I should make you walk back to the buildings.”<br />
<br />
“No, I mean, yes sir, I mean please sir, I wasn’t thinking. I’m ready sir.”<br />
<br />
“Very good,” Greg said.<br />
<br />
This time he worked the shifter and Mark’s dick more quickly through the first, second, and third gears. Mark pushed back into his seat with the fourth gear and was chewing his lip when they hit fifth and were almost to the buildings.<br />
<br />
“You can cum whenever you want. In fact it would be better if you did it before we got to the other side of the field. I can get up between the buildings but if we get to the fence we’ll have to start over again. So just let go.”<br />
<br />
That was all Greg had to say and Mark let himself relax and give into the imminent, irretrievable feeling of his hard dick spasm as he flooded his underwear with ejaculate, cool wind from the open windows blowing over his body. He raised up and held his breath for a moment before falling back to the seat. He licked at his dry lips as Greg drove between the buildings and began to apply the breaks. He slowed and pulled into one of the open hangers. He collected Mark’s cum with his underwear, then dropped it on his lap.<br />
<br />
“Was it good for you?” Greg asked.<br />
<br />
“Very good,” Mark replied.<br />
<br />
“Let’s get you back before you’re missed. I’ll take the car. My boyfriend will love the story about today and me buying it.”<br />
<br />
“I’ll have to drive back,” Mark replied. He swallowed and felt his body returning to normal as he looked around and finally settled on Greg’s face, tried to look into his eyes still hidden behind his sunglasses.<br />
<br />
“Okay, but you’ll drive naked, at least most of the way,” Greg replied.<br />
<br />
“Yes sir,” Mark said.<br />
<br />
He quickly began to think of the logistics of doing that as he got out of the passenger side and running around to the driver’s seat. Greg passed him with a slap on the ass and got into the passenger seat. Mark reversed out of the hanger and was thinking of how to get back to the dealership when he felt Greg grab at his dick again.<br />
<br />
“If you can make it to fourth gear before the dealership then you’ll get to cum again, but if you can’t then you’ll have a bad case of blue balls.”<br />
<br />
Mark bit his lip and swallowed. If he took the long way and hit the highway he could get to fourth, but he’d be naked and the thought of being pulled over by the police for speeding... was it worth it?Bryan Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12257573843383941859noreply@blogger.com0