Str8 Ch 01 CFNM, tentacle male

The summer heat lingered in the air as Marco and Roger sat on the pool deck to Roger’s home quietly drinking a 17 year old single malt Scotch.  This was their way to celebrate and wind down at the end of the week, no wife and no husband, just two old friends drinking together.  They had known each other since college, been roommates for a year before Roger finally came out about being homosexual.  Marco had suspected it since they first met because girls, young women, preoccupied his mind and he was always trying to figure out how to meet them, how to date them, and how to get them into bed.  When he was with another guy it was his favorite subject because he wanted to know any tip or trick to doing it.  Roger was the opposite, always shy about it, and Marco had suspected he was either gay or a virgin.

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?”

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.

“So how was your date?”

“So you were setting me up,” Marco replied with a bit of faked anger.

“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?”

“I think I’m going to marry her,” Marco replied.

“Whoa, whoa, we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves,” Roger said.

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.

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.

“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...”

“Know what?”

“Does it hurt?”

“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?”

“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.”

“Are we still talking about the same thing?”

“What?”

“Are we talking about you getting Heather to have anal sex or are we talking about something else?”

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.

“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...”

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.

“Two drunks sitting by the pool,” he said.

“I’m going for a swim,” Marco blurted out before standing.

“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.”

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.

“I think Marco is pissing himself in our pool,” he said.

“Better in the pool than pissing himself sitting here,” Roger replied.

“Yes,” Thomas said, “I wouldn’t want to clean up that mess.”

“What mess?” Roger asked.  He had forgotten what he had just said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Thomas answered.

“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.”

“I’m right here,” Marco said over his shoulder, “I can still hear you.”

“Really?” Thomas asked.

“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.”

“It’s a popular thing now,” Thomas replied, “lots of straight guys are figuring out anal sex isn’t such a big deal.”

“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.”

“And when was the last time something got put up your butt?” Thomas replied.

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.

“We still have company,” Thomas said, “and neighbors.”

“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?”

“I’m fine,” Marco replied.

“Do you want to take off your clothes and we can go skinny dipping?”

“Too late,” Marco replied before tossing his soaking wet shorts and underwear onto the pool deck.

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.

“Aw dude, your dick is touching my dick,” Marco said.

“Sorry, it’s just, I almost drowned,” Roger replied, “I swallowed some water.”

“And it’s hard,” Marco said before trying to move Roger away to one side.

Roger gave in to his friend’s hands and moved beside him but clung to the wall.  Thomas sat and watched them carefully.

“I bet you’d never feel my hard dick again,” Roger joked.

“When did that happen?” Thomas asked from the shadows.

“Our second year together his parents came for something or other and we decided to share the bed-”

“We were sharing the room.  You decided to share the bed,” Marco replied.

“And you knew he was gay?”

“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.”

“You thought it was hilarious, I blocked it from my memory until now.”

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.

“Are you both done?” he asked.

“I’m ready to get out,” Marco said.

“Me too, I’m too drunk for this.”

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.

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.

“Are we still friends?” Roger asked.

“What all did we do?”

“Nothing, you know, I didn’t rape you.”

“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.

“I feel like shit,” Roger said to break the conversation.

“Little hair of the dog?”

“So we’re still friends?”

“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.

“Little?”

“Okay, big, hard dick,” Marco said.
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.

“Is Heather out?”

“Yep.  Is Thomas out?”

“No, but he kind of said I had to find something to do for a while.”

“Kicked you out?”

“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.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do.  Are you going to do it?”

“I think so,” Marco replied.

“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.”

“If I remember from last night you don’t stick anything up your butt,” Marco said.

“What?  You remember that?  No, it’s not, I mean...”

“Let’s never talk about this again?” Marco asked.

“Deal,” Roger replied.



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Johnny Seed Ch 03 - bf

But it wasn’t just Howard that wanted his dick, Peter did too, and he

made his move a few days later while they were playing videogames.

“I think you’re really cute,” Peter said.

Johnny almost spit on his drink, a bit did leak from his lips and he

wiped it away with the back of his hand before looking to his friend.

He didn’t know what had come over him.  They had been friends most of

their lives and yet somehow now there was a desperation there in his

eyes.  Johnny knew that desperation.  He had seen it in other men.  He

had seen it in his father’s eyes, but he had never suspected after all

these years that Peter wanted him too.

There had always been this kind of sexless friendship, this respect of

body, that had existed between them.  They had seen each other in

various states of undress and even naked in the shower and locker room

but it wasn’t attraction, at least he didn’t feel there was and yet

his friend looked at him with need.  And yet he felt suspicious.  Was

this some kind of test?  Had Peter seen him with his father or found

out somehow?  Had he left behind any clues?  Did the man tell his son?

None of that seemed likely or possible.

“Why now?” Johnny asked.

“Because it’s over, you know, school is over.  We’re going off to

college and I don’t know, I want to try it, with you.  I don’t want

some stranger, some random fuck.  I want you to be my first.”

“Your first?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“How do you know you wouldn’t be my first?”

“Would I be?”

“No,” Johnny replied.  “But why?”

“I see the way other guys look at you.  And to be honest I heard a few

rumors.  I heard you let Chad suck you off.”

“Chad?”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t like this.  I barely knew the guy.”

“That’s what makes this special.”

“But like, don’t go falling for me or anything.  I mean this is just,

you know, between us and just for the summer.  It’s like friends with

benefits.”

“Who says you won’t fall for me?” Peter replied with a smirk.

“Okay, a one time thing-”

“Well, we have all summer technically.”

“Only if you’re good,” Johnny said.

They both broke into laughter.  And they continued to play videogames,

as if that one thing had been expressed and now sat there between

them.  Johnny wasn’t sure if his friend was making a joke.  He wasn’t

sure if his friend was gay, bisexual, or maybe trysexual.  Did he

really want it?  He suspicions dissipated when he felt Peter’s hand on

his bare knee begin to massage his skin then move up slowly through

the hairs of his thigh pushing his basketball shorts up to his crotch.

Peter put his hand inside, groped at his dick through his jock strap.

It was too familiar, Johnny thought and so he paused the game and

decided to shift tactics.

Instead of being groped he’d turn the tables and leaned towards his

friend, slowly and gently he pulled him into a kiss.  Peter was

surprised at first but gave into the feeling as Johnny pressed into

him and pushed him down onto the couch.  He pushed his friend’s shirt

up and grabbed at his nipples, then ran his hands down over his flat,

soft stomach to his hips, ran his fingers between the waist band of

his underwear and his skin until he was ready to pull the front down

and uncover his dick.  Peter pulled away, turned his head for air.

“Wait,” he said.

“What is it?  Do you want to stop?”

“No it’s just, I mean I want to do this but, you know, I’m embarrassed.”

“What are you embarrassed about?  Being gay?  It’s no big deal.”

“No, I... I have a small dick.”

Johnny let out a little laugh then kissed at his neck, stuck his

fingers down inside the crotch of his friend’s underwear and felt the

lump there.  It wasn’t big.  He knew that.  He had seen it before.

But he hadn’t actually measured it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Johnny said.

“No, really, I’d much rather suck your dick or something.”

“Have you ever sucked dick?”

“No, but it would be easier.”

“How would it be easier if you’ve never done it before?”

“I’d feel more comfortable.”

“Because you think you have a small dick?”

Peter nodded.  But Johnny didn’t let it stop him.  He ran his fingers

to his back, hands under him, he seized the back of his shorts and

underwear and pulled them down to his knees, pushed his shirt up and

there it was, Peter’s little dick was hard.  Johnny went for it.

Licked at his nuts, sucked on them, and then eventually stuck his dick

into his mouth.  It was the smallest he had ever dealt with and yet

there was something fun about it, the feeling of taking the whole

thing into his mouth including his balls, the feeling of his whole

manhood inside him.  He reached up to his Peter’s chest and began to

tweak his nipples as he continued to suck.

“That feels so good,” Peter cried out.

“See, don’t you like it, when I suck you.  Do you really think, you’re

prepared, to suck my big dick?”

He said the words between sucking and kisses and licks.  He worked

Peter’s little dick for a long time and just when he was ready to blow

they heard the sound of his father enter the house.  He pulled away

and Peter sat up, pulled his shorts and underwear back up around his

waist and they went back to playing the videogame.  Johnny and Peter

looked back and forth at each other then to the doorway expecting the

man to step in any minute if even just to say hello.  But he didn’t.

Johnny looked to Peter’s crotch and saw his throbbing dick begin to

deflate.

“Hey boys,” Howard said as he passed by.

They listened as the man went to his bedroom.  They heard the opening

of drawers and closets which usually meant that the man was changing

clothes.  Peter paused the game.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” Johnny replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’ve got blue balls,” Peter replied.

“Well, get over it,” Johnny said.

“Just a little bit more.”

Johnny heard the shower start in the master bathroom that was attached

to the master bedroom.  He looked to his friend, made sure no one was

looking through his windows, then went back at him, pulled his

underwear and shorts down under his balls.  It was still there.  He

sucked at it this time hoping to make it much faster.  Peter felt the

pleasure but also the panic of being discovered by his father and for

just a moment it was the best feeling until the orgasm happened.

Johnny sucked and swallowed until his  dick was empty.  They heard a

door close.

“Oh crap my dad,” Peter said.

He pulled his waistbands up but his erection was still obvious so he

adjusted his dick so that it was held there under the band and pulled

his shirt down over his crotch in an attempt to create shadows so it

wouldn’t be seen.

“How are you boys?” Howard asked as he stepped into the room dressed

in a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Good,” Peter replied.

“Fine sir,” Johnny said.

“What have you boys been up to you both look flushed?”

“Oh uh, just playing videogames,” Peter said with a bit of a crack in his voice.

"And wrestling around a little, you know, just goofing,” Johnny said.

“Well okay, your mom is out.  How about we go for steaks?” Howard

asked as he lazily scratched at himself.  His towel was form fitting

and left little to the imagination wrapped just under his hip bone,

his dick looked plump.

“Dad,” Peter said and motioned with his hand.

“What?”

“Go get dressed or something.”

Howard laughed in response then rolled his eyes and walked away to the

kitchen.  They listened as he poured himself juice then drank it down.

Finally he made his way back into the doorway and looked to both of

them.

“What do you think?”

“I think you should get dressed,” Peter said.

“Stop being such a prude.  It’s just us guys.”

“We’re uh, going to my room.”

Howard sighed and rolled his eyes again.

“Would you tell my son to stop being such a girl?”

Johnny looked to Peter then back to his friend’s dad.  It was a

fifty-fifty thing.  He wasn’t sure who he could live with upsetting

and who would hate him.

“Come on,” Peter said getting to his feet.

Peter walked past his father and down the hallway.  Johnny began to

follow but before he could leave the room Howard dropped his towel and

Johnny saw him completely naked, a muscled, middle-aged body, gray

hair and his limp dick.  He wanted to move to him, grab him, kiss him,

but he thought of his friend down the hallway in his room.  There was

no time for that.

“Would you?” Howard asked.

Johnny squatted down and picked up the towel.  He handed it back to

the man and stood and looked him in the eye at the same time.  The man

had a smirk on his face.  He was teasing him right here in his home,

completely naked while his son was down the hallway waiting.  Johnny

felt guilt in that moment, guilt for letting anything with Howard get

started and guilt for keeping a secret from Peter.  He stepped beside

the man and started to walk past him when he felt a slap to his ass.

“If you wrestle around try not to break anything,” Howard said.

Johnny felt his shoulders tighten.  Did he know?  Did he suspect?  He

shook his head to try and rid himself of the feeling as he walked the

hallway but it wasn’t enough.  He stepped into his friend’s room and

closed the door.

“Are we going to dinner with your dad?”

“Probably, I know he’ll make a big deal if we don’t.  Ever since I

graduated it’s like a constant party to him.  My mom wants him to slow

down.  I want him to slow down.”  Peter pulled off his jersey, dropped

his shorts and underwear, then stepped out of them.  “We won’t have

long and I really want to try and suck your dick.”

Johnny let out a sigh and locked the bedroom door before moving to his

friend.  He placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders and gently

pulled him to his knees.  He stuck his fingers in his hair down there

and tilted his head up to look him in the eye.

“Don’t get greedy, don’t puke, and don’t stop,” Johnny said.

“Okay,” Peter replied.

And with that he pulled at Johnny’s shorts and they fell to his

ankles.  He began to slowly move to his crotch when Johnny pulled him

into it, pressed his face right into his jock covered dick.

“Can we go slower?” Peter asked with his face shoved into Johnny’s crotch.

“Start sucking,” Johnny replied.

Chapter 01: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html

Chapter 02: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html

Chapter 03: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html

Chapter 04: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html

Johnny Seed Chapter 01 - Hit the Road

There were several roads out of town, other more trafficked roads, but

Johnny picked the one closest to the direction he wanted to travel as

he walked along it occasionally turning back at the sound of an engine

causing his thick, shaggy hair to sway about his head as he turned

slightly each time with his thumb out.  A rucksack on his back with a

spare change of clothes and a few essentials, a new pair of shoes on

his feet, old jeans with a few holes that clung to his body when he

moved, a shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out, bare shoulders and

a tease of flesh from the side, a hint of muscle could be seen.  He

walked along under the shade of trees trying to not think too much

about what he was doing.  He was afraid of what he might find yet he

didn’t want to stay.  The worst case scenario he had created in his

imagination was that in a day or two he’d catch a bus back home where

he’d find a summer job and go to college in a few months as his mother

had planned for him.

Cars passed by traveling at fifty or sixty miles per hour with no

signs of slowing for him, a few honked their horns as if to signal to

him that he shouldn’t be there, that he was foolish.  After all

picking up hitchhikers had gone out of style some twenty or thirty

years previous, no one had the time, no one had the trust anymore to

stop for someone on the road.  He had walked for hours, and though he

felt capable of walking for more the fact that not even one person had

slowed down to ask where he was going was disheartening.  And he

remembered the feeling of being in a car, of driving along these same

roads, just zip by at sixty miles per hour and he could be in the next

town thirty miles away in just twenty or thirty minutes, but as he

walked along he realized just how far away those places were.  A mile,

thirty miles, if he averaged three miles per hour, that would be ten

hours.  He shook off the thought and looked back once again at the

sound of a car speeding up from behind.  He forced a smile on his

face, turned to it, and stuck out his thumb.  He was surprised when he

saw it begin to slow and a turn signal indicating the driver was

pulling over.  He noted it was a man, a middle aged man, in the

driver’s seat, who pulled to the side of the road slightly ahead of

him and he broke into a jog to the passenger side window.  The man

lowered the powered window.

“Hey what are you doing out here?  Are you broke down?”

Johnny bent down and looked into the car.  The passenger seat was

littered with paperwork.  He recognized a coffee cup from the town’s

gas station in a holder.  The man was middle aged but fit, dressed in

a button down shirt and slacks, a gold watch on his wrist and a

wedding band on his finger.

“Something like that,” Johnny replied, “I’m trying to get out of town.”

“Are the cops after you?”

“What?  No, nothing like that, I’m on kind of a summer adventure,” he replied.

“Nobody hitchhikes anymore,” the man said.

“Can I get a ride?”

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“I’m going up into New York.  Do you want to ride with me for a while?”

“Yeah,” Johnny said.

The man unlocked the passenger side door with a push of the button and

Johnny opened it.  He took off his pack and stuck it between his legs

as he sat.  The man stuck out his hand and said, “my name’s Greg” so

Johnny shook his hand and told him his name.  They smiled at each

other and the man quickly pulled back out onto the road, pressed on

the gas to get them back up to traveling speed.  Johnny heard the

familiar sounds of classic rock playing from the speakers and the man

turned up the volume.  They drove in otherwise silence for thirty

minutes, this road then that road until he spotted the familiar

neighboring town.  Johnny saw the signs and for a moment he thought to

ask the man to pull over and let him out.  It wouldn’t be easy to get

back home, he’d have to call his mother, maybe call his father, a

friend, and beg them to bring him home.  Someone would take pity on

him.  And yet the man kept driving and Johnny didn’t say anything.

They quickly passed the town and it was gone.

No more familiarity.  Each mile now it was less likely someone would

drive out an get him and he remembered the idea of getting a bus

ticket, yes, a bus ticket would get him back home, he told himself.

It was a little comfort to know, just a little day adventure, maybe a

night of rough sleeping, but he could get back home with the money in

his pocket, the money hidden in his boot, maybe even spend the money

in his pack and he’d get back home flat broke.  Johnny felt a pain in

his stomach but dismissed it as he looked to the man who showed no

emotion as he drove.

This was the beginning of an adventure and an hour later they were in

New York.  Somehow they had fallen into making small talk, the silence

had become unbearable and one of them just started talking, nothing in

particular.  The man didn’t ask why he was leaving, didn’t ask where

he was going, just idle chit chat, that is until the man pulled off

into a town.  Johnny felt something change.  It was over.  The ride

was over, just like that he was in a new state, in a new town.  The

man had gotten close to where he was wanting to go.  And Johnny, well

he was somewhere else but he wasn’t really anywhere, no he was now

completely on his own.  The man pulled into a fast food chain

restaurant parking lot and parked.

“Do you want my advice?” Greg forced into the silence.  “Go in and get

something to eat.  Whatever you want and think about what you want to

do next.  It’s not too late to call home.  It’s never too late to call

home.  You have to know someone who can pick you up.  Just go in and

get something, maybe something familiar, and think about what you’re

giving up.  And know that unless I’m wrong, you don’t have all the

money in the world.  Its tough out here for a boy like you.  I know

it.  Boys like you get chewed up and spit out if you’re lucky.  If

you’re not you’ll get swallowed and shit out like everyone else.”

Johnny felt the reality of the man’s words as he sat there in the

stranger’s car and yet he felt compelled to do the opposite.  He

thanked the man and pushed open the door, climbed out and put his bag

over one shoulder.  He looked down inside to the man who said, “think

about it” then he thanked him again and closed the door.  He stepped

back, watched the man pull out and drive away.  He looked around at

the unfamiliar town, then he looked to the restaurant, something

artificially familiar.  He shook off the thoughts and fears of the man

and walked the twenty feet to the door, just a quick bite and then I’m

on the road, he told himself.

Chapter 01: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html

Chapter 02: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html

Chapter 03: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html

Chapter 04: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html

Brat in the Frat Ch 09 - Letting Go

I got everything ready for him: plastic lining for the bed, diapers,
rope, a blindfold, speculum, lubricant, butt plug, anal douche,
leather wrist and ankle cuffs, bananas, and suppositories.  I think it
was the most turned on a I had ever been while shopping, collecting all these different things that were innocuous unto themselves but collected in my room felt kind of incriminating so of course I hid them in the back of my closet.

We had initially planned it for the following week in my dorm room,
provided of course my roommate was out.  Kevin had taken to going home on the weekends, something about a girl he knew from high school and that they had started dating.  Part of me worried it was all the time I was spending with Brad, that he had turned out to be homophobic after all, or maybe he just wanted to give us our space and it was easier to go home.  His mother still did all of his laundry and Sunday night or Monday morning he’d always return with some kind of home cooked leftovers.  Maybe his mother was pressuring him to come back, I don’t know.  It didn’t matter because space and time to ourselves wase exactly what we needed, especially for what we were planning.

In some way it felt like we were planning a heist or something.  There was this kind of mischievous sense to it.  I’d subtly ask my roommate what his plans were, relay the information to Brad who said he had trouble sleeping all week because he was so excited.  It was a big disappointment when I found out on Thursday my roommate was staying for the weekend.  Brad was heartbroken and so was I a little bit.  We fooled around here and there a little bit like normal.  I really got into the idea of being with him, teasing him, getting him hard andl eaking, then denying his orgasm for as long as I could until he was begging for it.  The best I’d let him do is fuck my lubricated hands with his hard dick.

Classes and work were a chore.  There were moments we’d forget about it, watch a movie, cuddle in bed, but it was always there, this
expectation, this adventure.  So by the time two weeks later my
roommate said he was going to be gone for the weekend it felt like an early Christmas gift.  As soon as he was out the door I called Brad and told him to come over.  He finished work and got there about an hour later, after I had set up everything.  He knocked at my door.  I knew it was him, so I opened it wearing just my briefs.  He broke into a smile when he saw me and I pulled him inside by the front of his shirt and into a kiss as I closed the door behind him.  He was hard and ready so we set about doing it.  He showered and used the anal douche as I double checked everything and killed time reading over the instructions on my phone.

Minutes later, flat on his back in the standard bondage X.  Naked, his hard dick against his belly.  I put the restraints on his wrists and
on his ankles.  He was there for me and I was there for him.  He was completely at my mercy and I felt this guilt and fear that I might do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, expect too much.  I started to sweat, that’s how nervous I was, and I kept rubbing my fingers against the palm of my hand as I bit my lips just watching him lie there.  He was willing to give himself over to me.  I kissed him briefly on his lips.

Then I lifted his knees up to his chest, used the rope to tie them to
the bed frame.  He relaxed into the feeling as I looked down to his
hairy balls, his dick, then along the path to his hole as it puckered
with his heartbeat.  I warmed the speculum with my hands, lubricated it and his hole.  I inserted it slowly and he gasped at the feeling.

I waited for him to relax and when he said he was ready I slowly
opened him.  It was an amazing feeling to have him there like that, my dick was leaking in my underwear.  I could feel it slipping around with each movement I made.

Fully aware of what I was about to do I mashed the bananas and
carefully inserted them a little bit at a time into his hole.  He
giggled and squirmed a little at the feeling but urged me to keep
going until he was fully loaded, then I closed the speculum and
removed it.  I kissed him again on the lips before inserting the
suppositories.  He grunted at the feeling and I told him the butt plug
was next.  He took a deep breath and asked me to insert it into him so I lubricated it and slid into him slowly.  He took it to the base more easily that he usually took anything before so I figured his anus had to be relaxed.  I took the diaper and set it under him.
Putting the oil and powder on his buttocks and over his crotch had
become a familiar routine but it still felt special as I did it.  I closed the diaper and kissed him one more time before getting up and releasing the ropes holding his knees.  He lowered his legs and moaned at the feeling of the plug in his butt.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said through dry lips.

I reused the rope, tied it to the cuffs on his wrists and his ankles
so that he couldn’t get out of bed very easily, not without my help.
He was powerless there on my bed and I saw him wince and bite at his lip as he said he felt it inside him.  He pulled at the restraints
just to feel them.

“I can feel it,” he said, “it’s doing it’s job.”

I sat next to him, put a comforting hand on his tummy.  He groaned and whined, pulled at his restraints again.  There he was, my boyfriend, tied down and unable to help himself just as he wanted to be.  I could see he had begun to sweat.

“Would you play with my dick?” he begged.

“Really?”

“Yes, I want to, you know, piss myself, but I can’t with my dick hard.”

I slipped my hand into his diaper and felt the ejaculate from his
erect cock, slid my fingers down and gripped the base.  I stroked him slowly, tickled his balls.  He whimpered in pain and pleasure so I kept at it until he bucked against my hand.  I smiled to him as I felt
his dick search out any kind of sensation, just enough to get him to
an orgasm and he smiled back knowing I was teasing him.  It didn’t
take long for him to reach it and I felt his warm ejaculate cover my
hand and the inside of his diaper.

But the orgasm was a double edged sword because he said now he could feel the pain in his intestines and the feeling of the plug in his hole more.  I moved close to him, rubbed at my still erect dick in my briefs.  And the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into over an hour as I sat there edging myself as he lay beside me.

“Maybe we should try something else,” I said.

“No, I can feel it.  It hurts really bad.  I mean I really, really
have to go but it’s like my will has become so focused that it shut
down that part of my body.  It’s like it’s stuck.  It’s like someone
turned the spigot and nothing works.”

There was one last thing to help him get over that fear of truly
letting go.  I pulled out the blindfold and put it over his eyes and
lay beside him, my head in his arm pit I put my left hand on his chest and slowly began to pet him.

Finally it happened, a little fart that turned into more.  He let out
a sigh of relief and I looked to the front of his diaper that began to
swell.  I smiled at the reality of it.  Here he was a jock boy, my
boyfriend, my submissive, my dare I say it slave, and he was finally
so relaxed that he lost all control.  I looked to his face where I saw
the biggest grin.  He knew he had done it.  He knew he had lost
control.  I got to my knees beside him, leaned down and gave him a
kiss before sitting back and looking over his body one more time.  He was mine, all mine, I thought, and I am his, all his.