My Best Friend Is...

My Best Friend Is A Vampire Homosexual

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.


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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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?”  

“What’ll happen to him?” Jeremy asks.

“What better way to vanquish an enemy than to make him an ally,” Modoc replies.

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.

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.

PIG - Pretty Important Guy

Pretty
Important
Guy

Content Advisory: Contains scenes of non-consent, humiliation, spanking, finger penetration, masturbation, ejaculation, and degradation.

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.

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.

"I'm sorry, you look too much like the dough boy," he said, "laugh for me."

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.

"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."

"Who is going to give it to me? Not you dough boy, just look at you, I'd whoop your ass."

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.

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.

"My friend wants to talk to you," the young man said.

"Look, I don't want any trouble, just let it be," I said.

"Oh, he doesn't want trouble," they mocked.

I sat up, wiped the sweat from my brow and looked to them as they waited with crossed arms.

"Give me both of your names, I'm reporting you for harassment."

"Roger," the first one said.

"Elliot," the second replied.

"Wait right here then," I said as I stood.

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.

"Whatever," he said, and they both walked away.

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.

"Where you going fat boy?"

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.

"No, I told you he's the dough boy," Roger replied.

"What is it? Are you a fat boy or a dough boy?"

"Neither, just leave me alone."

"That depends, are you going to move out of our way from now on?"

I turned and started to walk away.

"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."

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.

"Do you think you're a tough guy?" Elliot asked, "because I'm tougher."

"Both of you deserve a spanking," I replied.

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.

"I could beat you up old man, give you a spanking, but I'm not going to-"

"Thank you," I pleaded as he still held my finger.

"-but that's as long as you do something for me."

"Anything," I said as I expected he wanted money.

"Anything?"

"Did dough boy just offer anything?"

He let go of my finger and I cradled it.

"Assume the position over this bench," he ordered.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"This finger is going in your hole boy," he said, "the only lubricants are your tears and your spit."

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.

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.

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.

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.

"Squeal piggy, I want to hear you squeal."

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.

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.

Kid 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.

"Sorry about that, but you make a great dance partner," Reed joked.

Theo emitted this robotic, beep sound and paused for another moment as if he were recording something.

"Don't worry about it, the drinks are on me. Did you want to sit down?"

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.

"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."

"That's not very p.c."

"Oh and when did you become so politically correct?"

"He could have some kind of disorder."

"He's weird, like a robot weird."

"Besides it's not pc it's just good manners."

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.

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.

"I'm Reed," he said.

"I'm Theo."

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.

"I'm sorry about what happened at the cafeteria. You could have sat down. I wanted you to sit down."

"I know, it's just everyone else, there was no elbow room."

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.

"Well, here I'll give you plenty of elbow room," he said.

"Thanks," Theo replied, and they touched their forearms together along the common arm rest.

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.

"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.

"Okay," Reed said.

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.

"Do you want the bed or the chair?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"It doesn't matter to me neither," Theo said.

"Well, there will be more elbow room on the chair so," Reed replied.

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?

"Do you want something from the mini-fridge?  I have bottled water."

"I like you," Reed said.

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.

"I like you too," Theo finally replied.

"Have you ever, I mean do you want to, you know, do something," Reed asked.

"Only if you do," Theo said.

"I do," Reed said, "so put down that bottle of water and come over here and sit next to me on the bed."

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.

"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."

"Okay," Reed replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah, whatever, I'm trying to keep the vibe going.  I'm really into you, don't worry about it."

"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.

"There's something else," Theo said.

"What is that?"

"I'm strictly a top," he said, "it's uncomfortable for me to take it."

"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?"

"The condoms and lubricant are in my bedside stand, strip down on get on the bed, all fours," Theo said.

"Okay," Reed replied.

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.

"I don't know if I can take that," he said before he had really thought about it.

"I'll be gentle," Theo replied.

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.

"I'm gonna fuck you so deep and good," Theo said, "you'll be begging me for more."

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.

"That's it, it's inside of you, take all for me," Theo said.

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.

"Do you like that?"

"Fuck me," Reed replied, "fuck me some more."

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.

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.

"We have to clean up first.  We've already made too much of a mess."

"No problem," Reed said before he pushed himself up to his feet, "actually, I should be going."

"No please, would you stick around for a while and cuddle?  I have my own shower."

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.

"You never asked me why I wear it."

"It's none of my business," Reed answered.

"Do you want to do this again?"

"Probably," Reed said.

"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."

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.

"How about boyfriend?  Do you have that as a list?"

"You will be my first," Theo answered.

Hard Sell Part 4 - Morning Fun

Mark awoke face down to the feeling of Oliver's warm body pressed against him, his dick between his cheeks. Mark reached down to his own dick, rubbed it down between his thighs, tickled the head. Oliver's warm breath against his neck. He felt Oliver kiss and press against him more until he was atop him, his hand trapped under his own body. Oliver kissed down his spine, ran his fingers along his sides.

Pressed into the bed, his head turned against the pillow he felt the weight of the man who kissed down between his cheeks, then his tongue came out and teased his hole. He rubbed at his dick, parted his cheeks. Oliver reached between his thighs, took hold of his dick, and tickled the head with his fingertips that became slick with ejaculate. Mark reached out with his free hand and took hold of the metal frame bars.

Oliver licked and kissed, pulled him up a little to get deeper. Mark felt the pleasure run up through his spine to his heart. His skin felt tight, sweat formed on his back. He pulled away, rubbed his dick against the bed, but Oliver wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back up onto his knees.

He followed the spit from his mouth as it ran down over his younger lover's balls. He took each one into his mouth and sucked on them before running his tongue down the shaft. He took Mark's dick in his mouth and pulled him up higher until his knees were under his chest, his throbbing dick between his thighs got trapped. He reached back with both hands and pulled on his cheeks. Oliver licked back up, sucked each testicle again, then up to the pink hole. He licked and sucked at the wrinkled opening, he touched his fingertips to it and continued to pry as he stuck his tongue inside. He loved the feeling of Mark opening to him.

"Oh my god." The words escaped Mark's lips. He felt a pleasure like never before as if his hole and his dick were the only parts of his body.  Red hot and sensitive, a slight touch from Oliver, fingers over the head, down the shaft to the base, a slight tightening of the grip.  He gave in to the man’s touch, felt their hairy legs rub against each other as Oliver moved closer behind him, his hard dick at his hole.  He grunted and tried to relax as he felt the other man push against him and slowly, very slowly push inside until he was all the way to his balls.

That’s when he felt Oliver’s hand on the back of his head to push his face down into the mattress and he gave in to it.  One side of his face against the cool bed sheet he surrendered to the man who worked himself into a rhythm, his balls slapped against Mark’s taint.

“I want you to remember me,” Oliver said.

“I definitely will now,” Mark replied.

“Do you love this?  Do you love getting fucked?”

“I do,” Oliver confessed into the bed.

Oliver pushed against him harder and faster, his balls slapping, harder and faster until the bed was squeaking and the headboard was hitting the wall.  Mark felt himself relax with the sensation of a dick in his ass even as his skin tightened and warmed.  His ears burned, his cheeks flushed, his lips sensitive, and his nipples became hard, sensitive points as they rubbed against the bed.  He reached back with one hand and grabbed his dick.  It wouldn’t take much more.

Oliver reached up over his shoulder to his chin, his probing fingers found their way to Mark’s lips, then inside his mouth past his teeth.  He sucked at them.  He loved the feelings, the sensations.  Harder and faster, he heard a slap against his ass and felt it a moment later, another slap on the other cheek.  Oliver pulled his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed hold of his shoulder, each shoulder, as he pushed him into the bed and deeper inside, all of the way.  And that’s when he felt it.  He heard the man groan and felt fingers dig into his flesh, moments later Oliver ejaculated deep inside of him and he took hold of his own sensitive dick, fingers at the tip, slippery with his own ejaculate, his own orgasm imminent, then it happened.

A moment of pleasure and pain, breathless and unstoppable, no past and no future just that moment.  He felt as if the core of his being was being released through his dick as his muscles tightened.  A moment later he quivered and felt weak before falling to the bed as he felt Oliver pull out and move to lay beside him so they could stare into each other’s eyes.  They smiled at each other, Mark flat against the bed, his dick against his belly surrounded by a pool of his own ejaculate, his ass felt used as his hole tried to regain its former shape, a familiar pain that wasn’t completely unpleasant.  Oliver sighed and caught his breath before reaching back over to his ass, put two probing fingers between his cheeks to his aching hole as if to claim it again and make sure Mark knew who had just fucked it.

“Did you like that?” Oliver asked.

“Yes,” Mark said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out but I just got so into it, so into you I didn’t want out.  You’re so warm and welcoming.  There have been very few like you who could really take my dick.”

Mark laughed nervously at what the man had told him.  It was a compliment, but not the normal kind, a compliment of his sexual capability.  And it was intimidating so he turned away but Oliver wouldn’t have it and promptly slapped him on the butt playfully.

“Look at me,” he said, “I want to see you.  I love seeing you this way.”

Mark turned his face back to Oliver.  His body slowly relaxed, what had been warm became cold and messy.  He felt Oliver’s hand return to his ass, his fingers back at his hole to probe his opening.

“That was a lot of fun,” Mark said.

“Would you want to do it again?”

“Of course,” Mark said.

“What else would you want to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you have some other fantasies?”

“Many,” Mark said.

“Tell me,” Oliver said.

And just like that, naked on his stomach with another man probing his battered hole he felt himself confessing some of his darkest fantasies, things he had thought up at different, random moments of his life, actions and feelings, notions that had solidified in his thoughts at night before he fell asleep.  What if this happened, what if someone did this to me, not just one man but several men, different men, encounters with strangers that turned into something sexual.  He told Oliver about his fantasies as they lay there until he exhausted himself and just when he thought the man had gotten bored he propped himself up on his elbows and began to apologize.

“Not that this wasn’t fun, not that you’re not enough,” Mark said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver said before moving to kiss him on the lips.  “We all have fantasies and maybe sometimes they can come true.  I’ve lived out many of mine.  You should get a chance to live out yours.”

“But I like this.  I like you.  What we did, I mean,-” he blushed “-it was amazing, last night with the foreplay and the little, you know games, and this morning, you just took me like that, I’ve never, you know, had that before and it’s still early in the morning.  I haven’t had breakfast yet and I still need to go to work.”

“Speaking of which, let’s get you cleaned up,” Oliver said before slapping him on the ass.  He rolled away and got to his feet.

“Oh really,” Mark said before sliding from the bed and getting up behind Oliver.  He wrapped his arms around the man from behind, felt his hairy chest, his muscles and pulled him close until his dick was nearly against Oliver’s butt though their height difference was completely evident he still loved the feeling of the man’s skin, their skin rubbing together.  He loved the smell of the man, the musky odor of cologne but something else too, his sweat.

They stood like that for a moment before Oliver pulled him along to the bathroom and they made their way to the shower, his confessions nearly forgotten.

CP - Chapter 03: IRL

Sunday night was the first time I got a message from Luke, actually two messages.  Both of which I missed because I was cuddled next to Eric on the couch with a blanket over us, his wrists bound in cuffs and mitts over his hands to keep him from playing with his dick so I could tease him for as long as I wanted by slowly stroking his dick.  He loved it and buried his face in my armpit while I watched the show.

The first was a polite greeting testing the waters.  The second was a little more anxious and inquisitive.  I responded with just small talk, nothing demanding, no promises, just a conversation and when he didn’t respond I prepared myself for him to ghost me.  Like I said few make it to meeting me.  And he was green, or at least his ad said he was new to it so I figured he’d forget about me and I’d forget about him in time.  I went back to Eric and worked him until he shot over his belly and onto my t-shirt.  I grunted and moaned into my chest when I did.  

“That was fun,” he said.

“Now it’s time to clean up your mess,” I replied before throwing off the blanket.

“But I’m so helpless,” he said with a coy smile.

I pulled the key from my pocket and dangled it in front of him.

“Maybe I don’t feel like it,” he said.

“Are you being a bad boy?” I asked with a smile.

“Uh,” he said in an exasperated sigh, “not tonight.  I don’t feel like going to work tomorrow with a sore bottom.”

“Fine,” I said.  I took off my shirt and wiped up his chest then dropped it down over his crotch.  “But if you want to come again you’re going to have to earn it.”

“Anything,” he said, “well, just about anything.”

I got to my feet and pulled him up, used my shirt to finish wiping off his dick before dragging him to the bedroom where I placed him on the spanking bench.  He didn’t want to be spanked but he wanted to play and I wanted to drain him so I set up a flesh jack on his dick that he’d have to fuck for release, tied his balls with a rope that led between his cheeks and up his back to a two pronged hook I placed in his nostrils, then I led the rope back down to his ass.  He waited as I found an anal hook and inserted it inside him and tied it off to the rope.  He’d have to fuck the flesh jack while his balls pulled on his nose and the hook in his ass.  He grunted and squealed in delight before setting to work.  I went back to my phone and was surprised to find another message from Luke saying that he’d like to keep talking but wanted to go to bed early.  I took that he was nervous about the situation and needed to sleep on the possibilities so I wished him goodnight and turned on the television in the bedroom, kept one eye on Eric as he worked himself until he had his second orgasm for the night.  It didn’t take him long and afterwards he spoke up.

“I think I’m done sir,” he said.

“You’re done when I say your done,” I replied.

He whimpered and tried to get himself excited again but when I realized it wasn’t going to happen easily I got up and went to him, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, then undid my little dilemma and freed him from the spanking bench.  He rubbed at his nose, balls, and ass in turn as he put everything away before heading off to the shower.

By the time he got back out he was clean and fresh looking, though tired, and he cuddled with me on the bed.  He played with my nipples a little bit and asked me about my spanking prospect.  I told him about the messages and that I was hopeful about this one.  He told me he wished me luck but to play the odds and look for others.

“I don’t know,” I replied.  “I’ll stick with this one for a day or two and see if anything comes of it.  If not it’s no big deal.”

“If not it’s my ass isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily, maybe Wesley or Paul will need a corrective hand.”

“I hope so,” he said.

Afterwards we fell into small, intermittent talk until we fell asleep.  I turned off the TV and we rolled into our familiar positions.  Too often, I thought, when we’re young we think the first time is going to be the last time and that the first time has to be the best time, but the truth is that it’s like anything else, like training or taking up a craft, experience and practice make the best of times.  

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Brat in the Frat Ch 06 - Halloween Party

Dress him like a baby for Halloween?  He had made the bet and was willing to do it.  He’d dress me however he’d like if he’d won.  I kept thinking this over and over as I scrolled through the options online.  Going to a store, there’s no way I could do that.  I still sweat and my voice cracks if I have to speak while buying condoms so I decided to get everything online and with a rush delivery.  And after I ordered everything I sent him a text saying what I had done.  He didn’t respond right away.


[How much shit am I in?]


[A diaper can hold most of it.]


[Are we really going through with this?]


[It’s up to you.  Do you still want to do it?]


[It’ll be good for a laugh.]


The thought had me smiling the rest of the day and things fell back to normal without really thinking about it.  But we barely saw each other in the intervening days as we both were busy with class, homework, and our part-time jobs.  When I got the notification in my mailbox that I had a package for pick-up it brought back that deviant smile and I made a special point of skipping out of the last ten minutes of work to go pick it up.  
When I got back to my dorm room I wasn’t surprised to find Kevin in his boxers at his desk working on an essay.  He barely acknowledged me until I dropped the box on my bed and then he looked over with a quizzical look.


“What the hell is that?” he asked.


“It’s Brad’s Halloween Party costume,” I replied.


He got up and moved to where I stood looking down at the box.  I pulled the tape off, opened the top of it, and we both looked inside.  He saw my vampire costume on top and shrugged his shoulders.


“So he chickened out?”


“No, that’s mine,” I answered.


I set my costume aside and we looked inside to see Brad’s costume.  Kevin broke into laughter that got louder and more ridiculous as I pulled out each item.


“I can’t wait to see this,” he said.


“Me too,” I replied.


Before the party started I brought a bag full of everything I had bought for Brad to his bedroom.  He let me in with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.  I moved to his bed and dumped out the contents: diapers, a onesie big enough for him, a pacifier, booties, a bottle, a bib, a hat, all of the things for a costume.  He chuckled nervously at it all but then he saw the extra things, baby oil and baby powder.


“What the hell is all of this?” he asked as he picked up the bottle of oil and the powder.


“It’s for your costume, so it’s authentic,” I replied.


“I don’t think we have to go this far,” he replied.


“You don’t want to get a rash,” I replied.


“I’ve either got balls of steel or I’ve got no willpower, but seeing all this stuff makes me think of how the pledges should have to dress sometime, maybe next year for Hell Week.”


“Strip down and get on the bed,” I ordered.


“Okay, let’s do this.”


He quickly did as told.  He pulled off his clothes and tossed them into his hamper until he was down to his underwear.  I gave him a look and he dropped those too.  I had seen him naked plenty of times but it never got old.  I motioned to the bed.  He pushed everything aside and laid on his back.


“Are you ready?” I asked.


“I don’t think you have to do this,” he whispered.


“It’ll be more fun, for me, and maybe you, just try, besides it’ll be easier if I help.”


After applying the powder and the oil, I noticed he had an erection, a hard erection that wouldn’t go away.  So I teased it until he shot all over himself, then I cleaned the mess up with a wipe and set about completing the diaper process.  He laughed and blushed through the entire process, especially when I made him hold up his feet into the air so I could put the diaper under him.


When his costume was complete I pulled him to his feet and he looked into the mirror.  He sighed and was about to say something but I interrupted him with a motion of my hand, then quickly picked up the pacifier and put it between his lips.  He shook his head and shrugged it off so I took him by the hand and led him out of his room to the party that had already begun downstairs.  We were greeted by cheers and laughter as we descended the steps.


His frat bros were merciless at first and everyone had to take a picture with him.  I wanted to stop it.  I wanted to run over and pull him out of it.  But as it went on, as the guys seemed to notice how uncomfortable he looked they got softer with him and it became this kind of mutual joke.  It also helped that some of the other guys had their own silly costumes, costumes that gave them any excuse to be half naked and show off their muscles.  There were two cavemen: one in a loincloth and the other in a furry toga kind of thing.  One was dressed in a singlet with no jock, just his dick there as a lump, and another was dressed as a sumo wrestler, complete with bare ass cheeks.


Nearly all of the women complimented him on his costume and by the time he made his way over to me he had filled the bottle with beer and had several shots of vodka.  We moved to a corner of the room where he laughed at himself and gave me another drink.  I downed it and asked him if he had any regrets.


“I did at first but it’s a costume party and everyone likes it.  I’m the most popular person here,” he said.


I looked around at everyone else.  I spotted Kevin across the room dressed in g-string and black bow tie with a tray of drinks.  He looked glum until he saw me and pointed to Brad and gave me a thumbs up.  Well, I guess everyone does something silly on Halloween, I thought.  And that’s when Brad caught me off guard and pulled me into a kiss.  For a moment he had the advantage until I started to kiss back.  He was disarmed by my tongue as I reached around to grab his butt.  Instead of the usual firm muscle I felt and heard the crinkle of the diaper and we both pulled away and laughed.


“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.


“Me too,” I replied.


Aside from our brief kiss, we danced, and we drank.  And he introduced me to all of the frat brothers and the pledges.  The pledges themselves got in on taking pictures with him and the more Brad drank the less he wore.  Parts of his costume came off in different areas of the house, some random girl wanted to try his pacifier and we got distracted so we didn’t get that back.  Someone else liked his booties and so he handed those over as well.  We drank and the more he drank the more he relaxed and found himself getting comfortable until we were outside in the backyard with a few of the other guys who were pissing against the fence.


“Don’t you have to piss?” one of the guys asked.


Brad just let out a laugh and said, “too late” to which everyone including me laughed.  And I looked to his face and saw the kind of relief that comes from pissing.  He actually pissed in his diaper, I thought.  We made our way back into the party and danced some more, danced all night until the party was ending and we headed upstairs to his room.


By the end of the night he was in just his diaper as I put one of his arms over my shoulder and helped him up the stairs to his room where we both fell into bed.  I put him face down and made sure he was on the edge of the bed in case he got sick.  I stripped down and got into bed behind him against the wall.  I put my arm around his waist, my fingers inside the diaper and felt around to his erection.  He grunted with pleasure so I kept at him, faced down he humped my hand in little motions until he ejaculated into the diaper.  I pulled my hand out.  We fell asleep.  


In the morning I awoke to find him on his back with a smile on his face.  I looked to the diaper that was swollen and thick.


“I pissed myself rather than get up.  You know this is actually great for nights of heavy drinking because I didn’t have to use the bathroom.”


I shook my head as I laughed it off and moved on top of him.  I looked down into his eyes.  Whatever this was I didn’t want it to end and we kissed.  We kissed and we fooled around a little, but when it was over and we realized we had to get out of bed he got to his feet, pulled off the diaper, and dropped it in the trash before inviting me to share the shower with him.  I got out of bed and we walked through the hallway to the bathroom as if we had a mischievous secret between us.

Brat in the Frat Ch 04 - Cherry

The following week was one of those Saturdays when I should have been doing homework but instead found myself in bed, in my underwear, and taking turns with my different social media apps on my phone.  I was doing nothing productive.  I felt great. 

My roommate was gone for the weekend, a trip home to do laundry and visit with his family.  I had none of those urges.  I knew how to use the washer and dryer in the basement of the dorms and hated the idea of explaining myself, where I’m going, what I’m doing, etc. to my parents.

By three o’clock my stomach started to growl with hunger and I started to feel the need to get food.  There weren’t many options for the weekends on campus and I hated the idea of leaving for something.  I checked my wallet and found ten dollars cash.  Enough for one or two meals depending on where I ate.  I sighed at my prospects and was about to get out of bed and start doing something when I got a phone call from Brad.  He was still after me to join the frat even though I kept refusing.  But maybe, just maybe he’d have some motivation and need to get some food.  I answered it on the second ring.

“Hey,” I said.  I was trying to be cool.

“Where you at?”

I looked around my dorm room suspiciously.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you still in the dorms or did you go home for the weekend like everyone else?”

“No, I’m in my dorm room.  My roommate went home for the weekend though.  I’ve just been laying in bed doing nothing all day.  Actually, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Text me your room number and I’ll stop by and then we can go get something to eat,” he replied, “see you in a bit.”

He ended the call and I texted him my room number before I tossed my phone away to the bed.  I looked around at the state of my room, clothes everywhere and I was still in my underwear.  I jumped to my feet, pulled on sweat pants and an old t-shirt that didn’t smell too bad, then began to clean up.  Some of the clothes were Kevin’s so I just shoved them under his bed, mine I stuck in a hamper.  I picked up any trash and stuck it in a bag that I dropped outside my door in the hallway to carry down later.  It was easy work and I was finished with five minutes to spare.  I was back on my phone watching a Halloween video about gay, slutty costumes when he knocked at my door.  I knew it was him because it made me jump at the sound of it, plus who else could it be.  I jumped to my feet, turned the handle, and opened the door to find him there in a tank top and basketball shorts.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey,” he replied as he stepped into my room.

I could smell his sweat as he passed by, his biceps gleamed in the light.  I gulped and felt my dick stir at the presence of him.  He looked around my room, nodded as if he appreciated that I had cleaned up, and looked to my roommate’s side as if studying a foreign creature, looking for some detail that could prove or disprove something.

“Nice room,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said with a bit of a nervous laugh.  Just his presence was making me anxious and his exposed skin, his sweat.  It was the first time we were together since the party at the frat where we sixty-nined.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I didn’t have anything to do and I was hoping you might be the same.”

“Yeah, uh take a seat,” I said.

He moved to my desk chair, dropped his gym bag on the floor, and sat.  He spread his knees and turned to me as I moved to my bed.  He stretched a little and winced.  I gave him an enquiring look.

“I over did it,” he said.  “I’ve been hitting the gym extra hard and I played a couple of pick up games of basketball today.”

Was this it?  Was he hinting at some kind of hook-up?  I had an erection at just the sight of him and thinking about engaging in some kind of sexual activity I bit my lip.  He scratched at himself and I could make out the bulge in his shorts.  He must be thinking the same thing but then I had this thought that if we did something, if we mutually used each other for some quick action that would be it.  It would be over, he’d probably leave and then what would happen?

“I can give you a massage.”  The words leaked out my throat before I really thought about it.  And I regretted saying them.

“Yeah?”

I had to fight my own sense of what I was doing and my stomach pain from hunger gave me a thought for a diversion.

“But I haven’t eaten anything all day.  Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m starving,” he replied.  “What do you want?”

“Well, there’s not many options on campus,” I said.

“I could drive,” he said.

And just like that it shifted.  We were on a new mission for food.  I slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed my wallet and keys and he got to his feet.

“Are you going out like that?”

“We’ll go through the drive thru,” I replied.

I opened the door to my room, then stepped out into the hallway feeling like I was pulling him along.  He followed.  Down the empty hallway to the elevator, down to the first floor, I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me.  Out of the elevator he took the lead as we walked to the student parking lot that was mostly empty.  He walked to one of the few cars, a Dodge Talon, and unlocked it.  I got into the passenger side and he got into the driver’s seat.  He asked me where I wanted to go and I told him I really wanted burgers and fries but otherwise we fell into a kind of silence and just listened to the music playing from his speakers.

He had a deliberate kind of driving style, fast and attentive.  I sat back in the passenger seat and just went with it.  I barely noticed we had gotten to the drive thru until the person asked for our order.  We ordered nearly the same thing and I pulled my money from my wallet but he told me to just hold onto it and that he would pay.  I put my wallet away and watched him pay with a card at one window then collect the food at the next.  I thought for a moment we’d pull over to eat as he started to pull fries from the bag but we didn’t.  He kept driving.  

The next stop was the liquor store where he ran inside while leaving the car running so I started to eat my own fries.  But I couldn’t help but think of him in his basketball outfit, the way the material clung to his ass and I started to get another erection.  He came back out with a bag that he put behind my seat then we were off again.  He drove us back to campus at top speed.  I kept thinking about how I felt lucky he didn’t get a speeding ticket.  We collected our food and he grabbed the bottle from the backseat, then headed back to my dorm room.

Right after I closed the door he pulled a bottle of whiskey from the bag and opened it.  He poured some into my cup and some into his own.  He asked about where to sit and I motioned to the bed so we sat across from each other on my bed cover, thankfully I had made my bed.  And we started to talk.  Just small talk at first but he told me about coming out in the frat and I told him about coming out in high school.  And then he mentioned his first encounter with a man so I told him about mine, then it kind of became a competition for hook up stories and missed opportunities.  We laughed at ourselves and we laughed at each other as we ate.  

By the time we finished our food our cups were low and the liquor was starting to relax us so when he poured another shot into each cup I simply picked up mine and toasted to him.  He downed his in one go so I did the same.  It felt like we had bonded, like that room, us, that moment, was special.  We didn’t care about what was outside.  We only wanted to entertain each other.  And he cleared his throat, thus clearing the air, before speaking.

“What about that massage?”

“Okay,” I replied.

We cleared the bed, put everything in the trash by my desk, and looked to each other.  “I guess I should strip down,” he said before pulling his jersey off.  He did that two handed at the hem thing, pulled it off easily but it was like a magic trick, a revelation.  I saw his hip bones, flat, muscled stomach, his belly button, his pectoral muscles, his nipples, his clavicle, and then it was off and he tossed it on my desk chair.  He dropped his shorts to reveal he was wearing an old school jock strap with a thick waist band at the top, white, with those straps.  He saw my face and giggled before turning to show his butt and that the straps were between his cheeks like a thong.  I slapped at his butt playfully and he looked over his shoulder to me.

“What?” he asked.

“That’s not how most people wear it,” I said.

“Well, it’s kind of my little secret when I’m out there playing,” he said.

He leaned down and got back onto my bed, spread out face down, stretched until his feet were against the one wall and his hands were easily off the other end, then retracted himself so that his arms were at his sides and he was comfortable.  I felt my erection against my underwear, just the sight of him again.  And the smell of him.  I could smell his sweat.

What had partially been a joke was now a reality and I quickly realized I didn’t have much to massage him with, there was some lotion I kept in the stand by my bed but I started to worry I wouldn’t have enough.  We should have stopped at the store, I thought, but then I remembered it, I remembered my lubricant bottle.  It was in my little black bag, my little black bag of shame, the one I felt guilty about carrying into other men’s apartments.  I retrieved the lotion and put it on the bed between his knees.  I looked to him and saw that he was looking away, totally relaxed and waiting.  I retrieved the black bag, stepped onto the bed, knelt between his legs.  I set the bag behind me just in case he looked back.

I started with the lotion on his shoulders.  He laughed a little when the cold goo hit his skin and I took note to warm it up in my hands first.  I gripped at his skin, pressed into his flesh with my fingers.  I’m not a licensed masseur.  Hell I’ve had very little experience, but this wasn’t about therapy.  I just wanted to feel him, feel each muscle, and so I did.  I worked over his back one dollop of lotion at a time.  And he sighed, I could see his shoulders relax and I heard his breathing slow.

No tattoos, no scars, just a few pimples, I moved down his spine and back up, across his back muscles then down almost to his ass.  I let my fingers drift a little more with each movement until I was near his arm pits.  I moved my fingers down to his lats where he gave out a ticklish squeal.  I couldn’t help but smile at what I had found and explored further around his sides and up to his arm pits I heard his feet move against the sheet and looked back to see his toes slowly squeeze and then snap tight when I got to his arm pits.  He let out a laugh and turned his head to me.

“Watch where you’re going there I’m very ticklish and we don’t want any accidents,” he said.

“Oh no,” I joked.

“I don’t like to lose control,” he said.

“Really?”

“Not like that, it’s humiliating.  The last time I pissed myself I was eight and couldn’t get into the bathroom because my sisters were in there.  My father whooped my butt and told me to use a tree next time.”

I paused for a moment at the confession.  There was so much to unpack from what he said but I knew it wasn’t the time so I shook it off and went back to work.  Slowly, very slowly down his body.  I slid my hand over his butt and he started to look back to me so I went to his thighs where I dug in with my thumbs and started to use real pressure.  I figured his thick, muscled thighs could take it.  He relaxed again and I knew I was on the right track.

Further down his legs, slowly and methodically I worked the tension from each muscle, all of the way to his ankles.  His ankles barely got a coating of oil but the heels of his feet that’s where I applied the pressure and slowly across the arch to the balls of his feet.  For a moment he grunted in pleasure before I hit the wrong spot and he began to squirm and giggle again.

“What’d I say about that,” he said.

“Do you have to pee?” I asked.

“No, I mean yeah, but I’ve got a hard on so not right away, let’s finish this.”

“Well, I’ve just about done everything back here so roll over,” I said.

“I’ve got an erection,” he said.

“I’ve seen it before.  I’ve even sucked it.”

“No, I just want to stay like this,” he said, “do my back again.”

I worked my way up his thighs and I realized he was slowly, deliberately humping the bed in small motions probably hoping I wouldn’t notice.  I slapped his butt playfully and told him to hold still.  He laughed it off.  I massaged his thighs some more until I got to the straps of his jock.

“Maybe we should take this off,” I said.

He lifted up and let me strip it off, but he held himself up there and I could see his asshole, his balls, and his hard dick hanging down at an angle so I did something he didn’t expect, I pulled his dick and balls between his thighs as he went back down to his belly.  I had a new toy to play with but I also had run out of lotion some time ago so I got the bottle of lubricant and started with his balls.  I got them slick with the oil and worked them until they were tight.  

His hard dick was pronounced, leaking a little so I ran my finger down the shaft to the bit of foreskin.  I played with the foreskin a little, felt around the head and pinched it with my slick fingers.  He groaned and moaned with each touch.  I moved up his taint, massaged it, slowly closer to his asshole and he lifted his head in surprise.

“I’m not into that,” he said.  “I don’t get fucked.”

“It doesn’t make you any less of a man,” I offered, “just relax and enjoy it.”

“Just don’t tell anyone,” he said.

“This is just between the two of us,” I replied.

And I made sure my fingers were well lubricated before I got to his asshole.  I passed over it the first time, focused on the muscles around it first until I felt him relax, then I slowly worked one finger into him as I gripped his dick with my whole hand.  He raised up a little then lowered himself so I kept at it.  I continued to stroke his dick slowly as I poured more lubricant onto his hole.  I worked one finger deep until I felt his prostate and I tickled it a little.  He shrieked and squirmed at the sensation but he told me to keep doing it, one knee up slightly I nudged him to him back down on the bed.  I pressed a second finger into him and he took it.

Two fingers of my left hand deep inside his hole I lazily played with his dick and balls, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, all the time my fingers inside of him.  He started to hump the bed and I spanked him playfully and told him to let me do it.  I wanted the control.  I wanted to be the one who put him over the edge but I felt him start to buck, his hips followed the motion of my fingers as if he wanted to preserve the feeling of having them inside.  He wanted them.  He wanted me.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

“Fuck me,” he replied.

I stripped off my clothes, tossed them on the floor.  I paused for just a moment to put on a condom and get my hard on slick before I pulled him onto his knees and I stuck my dick between his cheeks.

“Please, fuck me, I need it,” he said.

Here he was a jock boy who didn’t want to be penetrated begging for my dick, on all fours on my bed in my dorm room.  I slid into him, tight and warm.  I could feel his heartbeat.  I grabbed his dick with my lubricated hand and I felt his hole tighten as I let his dick penetrate my fist.  He moaned and grunted, louder and louder.  I started to pound at his ass and he was throwing it back at me.  It didn’t take long.  I felt his hard dick spasm as he held his breath during his climax, a hot red rocket that covered my sheets in ejaculate, a spray of lust.  And I worked myself inside him, grabbed at him, and a few moments later my own blinding orgasm.

I fell against him and he fell to the bed.  I reached down to the condom and held it as I pulled my dick out of him.  I rolled onto my side.  He rolled into me.  I threw the condom to the floor and he laughed a little as I felt his cheeks against my dick again.  He pulled my arms around his side, my hands up to his nipples that I twisted a little.

“Next time I do the front half,” I said.

“Definitely,” he replied.

And we fell asleep there cuddled together for a few hours.  He woke up before me and got out of bed, used the bathroom and I did the same, but as I was walking back out he was getting dressed.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Chill, don’t worry, it was fun, a lot of fun, but I’m not used to actually sleeping with someone so I’m going back to my room, but I’ll call you in the morning and we should go out for breakfast.  Here I’m leaving you something.”

He held up his jockstrap and tossed it to me like I had done to him before with my briefs.  Is that where we were at?  I caught them and held them up to my nose and sniffed at them.  He laughed a little at the sight of it and I blushed.

“And next time we’re going to invest in some more oils,” he said.

“And lube,” I replied.

He shook his head and got to his feet, fully dressed he moved to me as I stood there naked.  He put one hand on my hip, closed the distance between us, and kissed me briefly on the lips before slapping my ass playfully and pulling away.  He walked out from my room as I began to twirl the jock by one strap from my finger.