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.

By the Moonlight

Personal Note: I'm not sure if this falls under dubious consent or the darker rape fantasy as the sodomy happens against the character's otherwise stated consent, and that is where I take my own creative liberties with the story.

When you go to college out of state and your first return home is Christmas break, well, that can be a bit distressing, at least it was for me, because I had changed in those few months.  Not changed so much as was freed, that’s the word.  I felt free.  I didn’t have to worry about the other kids at school and my parents always being over my shoulder.  It was just me.  When I slept, what I ate, where I went, and who I saw, they were all my choices.  I could walk around campus in the middle of the night, order pizza at 3 A.M., whatever I wanted to do as long as I had the funds, as long as I had the nerve.

Yeah, there were many things still to do.  I hadn’t conquered anything, but coming home, that just felt weird.  It felt as if I were traveling at a different speed and when I got home everything was going a little slower.  People around town didn’t walk with the same kind of enthusiasm.  And my parents, it was weird.  It was like they put up with it for a few days and slowly but surely they ground me back down to be able to exist in their little world, my little hometown.  I longed to get back to college and regretted it a little, not coming back so much as having to spend all my time, all the stupid, boring time I had to spend there around the house, around the town.

And it was a boring town.  The movie theater, the mall, good coffee, anything, was all thirty miles away.  It was like they existed in a parallel universe.  At first I had thought I’d get out everyday, adventure around and see something, try to look at my town, the towns around it, as some alien world and I would be the researcher, try to gather up experiences and sights to store them for some kind of story.  I tried for a few days, but then my parents complained about the second car always being gone, then they complained about how many miles I was putting on it.  A trip everyday became a trip every other day, then none at all for a two days and I just sat around the house in my sweatpants and did nothing, didn’t shower, nothing.

Sometime around noon as I sat on the couch for the fifth day with my father in his recliner eating pretzels and drinking beer it felt like that was the entirety of my existence.  I knew when shows were scheduled, had plans to binge watch ‘80s horror movies, and it just felt like there was nothing else in existence when my father cleared his throat and spoke up.

“I’m surprised you’re not out with your friends,” he said.

“Naw, I haven’t really talked to them.  They’re all doing stuff with their families.”

It was true.  We had mostly stayed in contact via social media and all of them were busy being these idols, these statues, these fine items to be shown off to grandparents, aunts and uncles.  They all smiled for the camera in their selfies but I knew the pain behind the eyes.  I was fortunate in that my family, my parents weren’t anything like that.  We always had this thing of sticking together, not really liking our extended family.  My uncle and his son would be over for Christmas Eve and we all had to rally at my grandmother’s for Christmas day, but we didn’t go to family functions.  I guess we were the black sheep.  I wasn’t sure which would be more miserable and I was about to check my phone for the tenth time when my mother left the room and my father made a show of reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet.  He opened it and I saw several bills inside.  He was loaded for the holidays, probably had to stuff a few cards and get some gifts.

“Take this, here, take this,” he whispered.

I checked make sure my mother was busy in the kitchen and retrieved the bill, a hundred bucks, just like that.  I looked at him suspiciously.

“Don’t tell your mother how much I gave you.  I told her I was going to give you some but not how much, so that’s our little secret.  Go get a shower, put on some fresh clothes, and get the hell out of the house, the keys are hanging by the door for my car.  Don’t put a scratch on it and don’t drink and drive.”

“Thanks dad,” I said.

“Maybe get yourself laid,” he replied.

That’s fathers, he had this weird way of saying the completely wrong thing, some kind of joke, and it was like I didn’t want to see my father that way.  But it barely felt like anything.  I had a hundred bucks to spend on myself, just for me, and there was no expectation to keep it.  I showered, put on new clothes, and grabbed the keys by the door.  In twenty minutes I as out of the house and chipper as I walked to my fathers 1998 Cadillac.  He had kept it in mint condition, bitched about the gas, complained about the cost for parts, but he always parked in the garage in the winter time, kept up with all its needs.  His relationship to the car was like his relationship to my mother.

Anyway, as soon as I got in there was the first bite, a nearly empty tank of gas.  I sighed and knew it would take a chunk of my money just to get out of town and depending on how far I drive it would cost more to get back.  I groaned and pulled out of the driveway trying to keep myself upbeat by tapping on the steering wheel as I listened to the radio.  Within a few streets I found myself aimlessly wondering as I looked for a gas station with the cheapest price.  That was my father’s thing too, drive just to save money.  Well, I was running low and worried about making it to any gas station when I saw one that I had been to rarely over the years.  It was closer to the national forest than anything else, kind of the fill up spot for people with ATVs and dirt bikes.  It was a dirty, grungy place, and I didn’t like the idea of pulling in there but then my fear of running out of gas overwhelmed me so I did.  I pulled in beside the pump, looked down at the hundred dollar bill and bit my lip as I contemplated just how far I could stretch the money when there was a tap on the glass.  It was a mechanic with a rag in his hand, young, about my age, holy, it was Tim.  I rolled down the window and shut off the car and he smiled back at me.

Tim had been my best friend all through elementary and middle school.  We used to do everything together, spend weekends at each other’s house, ride our bikes up and down every street, but then we had a falling out between junior high and high school.  Not a falling out so much as a disconnect.  My parents got me busy with volunteer work and working at the golf course as a caddy for a bit of extra cash, and Tim, he just kind of went his own way.  I heard that he ended up in juvie hall for a month or so because he pulled a knife on someone.  Then he was always fighting with his parents and teachers.  He went the vo-tech route.  I went the college prep route.  I’d hear stories about him but I actually kind of ignored them as if I didn’t want to know, didn’t want to face the fact that I wanted to help him but was powerless to do so because my family, my friends, wouldn’t like it.  Eventually I heard he just stopped coming his senior year.

“It’s been a long time,” he said.

“No kidding, it’s been years,” I replied, “I heard you dropped out.”

“Kicked,” he said.

“Too bad, well, but you’re working here,” I said.

“Yeah, it’s a job.  So what are you up to today?”

“Not much, just cruising around I guess.  My father gave me a hundred bucks to spend on myself.  I’m trying to figure out how far it’ll stretch.”

“Heard that,” Tim said as he leaned against the car.  “So uh, not going out and meeting up with your friends.  I know you were popular in high school.”

“Not popular, just social,” I said, “but naw, they’re all busy with family and stuff.  We don’t really do that sort of thing.  I’ve been trying to adventure around but kind of stopped doing it.  The hundred bucks may not get me far but it got me off the couch.”

He laughed at my joke and I laughed a little too.  He looked me over, looked the car over.  I looked him over, motorcycle boots, worn jeans that clung to the angles of his body, an old mechanic’s shirt with no sleeves, bigger muscles than I remembered, bigger muscles than I expected.  He leaned a little more and his shirt ran up giving me a peak of his jeans that hung loose to reveal the band of his underwear, briefs.  He still wore briefs just like me.  And just as I was about to imagine him in just those briefs he spoke up.

“Do you get high?”

“What?”

I had heard him but just the mention of getting high, of breaking the law, well it made me perk up and I looked around.  Was this some kind of setup?  Was he undercover, a snitch?  I looked him the eyes and tried to determine just how real the offer was and then if I wanted to do it.  I wanted to do it.  But I was also afraid.  Cops, my parents, and just the thought of breaking the law made me feel like I would go to jail for the rest of my life.

“Do you, get high?”

“No, but uh, I might be interested.”

“Cool, I’ll fill ‘er up and come back in two hours.  I know a guy.”

And like that it was done.  He filled up my tank, I paid him, and drove away with my change.  I drove around town again, stopped at the convenience store, browsed through the toy section of the local dollar store, and debated if I should go back.  This fear in me, this fear of getting caught, made me walk on my heels.  But this feeling of doing it, this rush of danger, made me walk with my shoulders high.  I was a mess, an awkward, gangly, weird kid who just kept repeating, I can’t believe I found Tim again after all these years and we’re going to get high.  He’s going to get weed.

And that was kind of the best part of Tim, the unpredictability.  He was a person of single intent, like me a hedonist in the best sense of the word, but also something else, willing to do the things people aren’t supposed to do, willing to break the rules and break the law.  That was Tim.  That was why I loved him an why I feared him.  I debated it from every angle, even considered talking him out of it, just driving around together and talking about old times, but in the end I gave in to it.  I gave into going back there and picking him up, getting weed, and maybe even getting high.

Two hours later I picked him up and he gave me directions out of town as the sun began to set.  Soon I was driving in the dark and one side road turned into a dirt road and for a long time I wondered if he even knew where he was taking us until we reached an old farmstead and he told me to pull in front of the house.  I looked around and saw there were no signs of life.  No lights in the house, no dogs, no domestic animals of any kind.  He walked to the porch and turned back to me.

“Is this your parents’ house?” I asked.  “Are you renting it?”

“Something like that,” he said.

And he walked up the steps and entered the house without even using a key.  The place was mostly empty, a few pieces of furniture, but the bookshelves were empty, no TV.  I followed behind him and for a moment I thought we were just trespassing on some random farm when he led me down some steps into an unfinished basement.  We walked to the farthest corner to a sink basin large enough to hold a person sitting in it, well a small person, but still.  He turned on the water and stripped off his shirt, then began to wash himself.

At first I was okay with it, just his chest, his stomach, but then he began to really wash his armpits, soap them up and clean them off.  When he was done he threw the towels into the corner where I saw a pile of them.  He must just throw them away, well into the corner, when he’s done with them, I figured.

“Do you want a drink?  It’s cold water, from the well.  They never had city water out here so it still works.”

“Do you know if it’s safe?”

“Who cares?  It hasn’t killed me yet,” he said.

He motioned for me to drink with my hands so I did. Water ended up spilling down the front of my shirt and we laughed about it, but I did it.  Then he motioned for me to pay attention before he stepped to the door to the well and he took a key from his pocket and unlocked this little padlock, set it aside, pulled a board back, and opened it.

There it was, light.  There in the corner of the well room he had three marijuana plants, the walls were covered in tin foil, and two fluorescent lights powered by a line that ran up some steps and out into the yard somewhere.

“Where are you getting the power from?”

“Solar,” he said, “my weed is organic and solar grown, almost completely natural.”

“When did you start caring about that shit?”

“I don’t.  I just like bragging,” he said.

“So like, you grow your own?”

“Yep,” he said.  “Want a hit?”

*****

A full moon, a few clouds, we looked out over the field and back to the barn about a hundred yards away.  It was quiet out there, no cars going up and down the road, just us.  A little bit of weed, a few cans of beer, I was buzzing pretty good as we sat out on that old bail of hay at the end of the field.

“Why’d you bring me out here?”

“Well, at first because I hadn’t seen you in years and with you off at college, well, we probably won’t stay friends.  You’ll get a job or whatever, but I’ll be stuck here in this little town so we might as well have some good memories.”

“Cool,” I replied.

“But now that we’re out here, I keep thinking about something,” he said.

I could tell he wanted to say something to me.  Was is this?  What did he want from me?  Did he want the same things I wanted?

“I keep thinking about one of the last times we hung out and I dared you to streak from your porch to mine.  It was a legitimate dare but you chickened out.”

“I didn’t chicken out.  I would have been arrested and that’s one of the rules of truth or dare, you can’t get the person arrested, no permanent scars, no tears.”

“Aw, it would have been fine, one minute, you’d ran back and forth all of the time between our houses,” he said, “well, anyway, would you do it tonight?”

“What?”

“Finish that dare,” he said.

“Here?”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not kids anymore, besides isn’t there a statute of limitations to dares?”

“Chicken,” he mocked, then began to make chicken sounds.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said.

“Really?  Let’s see it.”

Immediately I had second thoughts, there was this feeling in my stomach.  I was half drunk, half stoned, and he was right there.  He looked to me, cocked his eye at me.  Slowly I pushed up a little from the bail of hay, stood there beside him, and began to undress.  He took my shirt, my undershirt, my shoes, my socks, and my jeans.  I stood there in my briefs and he looked me over.  I took off my underwear, cupped my dick and balls in my hands, and turned away.  I walked half the distance and I suddenly realized that with that full moon I was completely visible out there.  I turned and walked back but didn’t see him sitting on the bail of hay.  He took my clothes, I thought.  He’s stranded me out here naked, but then I saw his head stick up from behind the bail of hay.  He stepped out and in front of me, completely naked, his dick hung loose, balls like a sack of jewels.  He stood before me unashamed, completely casual.  And there was only one thing on my mind.

“Where’s my clothes?” I asked.

“Safe, with mine,” he said.

“What’s going on?”

“I figured you’d be too chicken shit so I thought I’d do it with you.”

He walked to me, stepped beside me and I turned to look at that barn now farther away than I had initially thought.  He started to walk like it was a stroll down the road.  At first I noticed the way his dick bounced from side to side, then the farther away he got the way his ass muscles shifted with each step.  He got some distance between us and I looked around for my clothes.  I knew he had hid them where I couldn’t find them so I started to walk after him, faster to catch up, then I slowed and walked beside him still cradling my nuts and my dick.

The blades of grass felt strange under my feet.  I was completely aware of what we looked like, but the worst part was that I was the scared one.  I still covered myself.  So I took my hands away, tried to walk normal.  My balls bounced against my thighs, my dick swayed from side to side because I had a little bit of a chub going on that I couldn’t control.  We made it halfway, past where I had gotten to, and this wind blew across the field.  It felt as if it had wrapped around my entire body like a string or a scarf, then it was pulled across every part of me and gone.  My dick stuck out from my body and I stopped and looked down to it, covered it as best I could with it pressed up against my thigh.  He stopped, turned to me, and laughed.  It wasn’t a cruel laugh.  It was a kind laugh, as if there was some joke I was missing out on and he wanted to share.

“There’s no one around and I don’t care if you got a hard on for me,” he said.

“It’s not you,” I replied, “it’s, it’s this air, and being naked.  I haven’t been able to jerk off since I got home.  It’s weird, you know, with your parents a few rooms away.  I never used to think about it, but now, I just can’t.”

“Well, there’s no one around now, so let me see it,” he said with a smirk.

I took my hands away, my hard dick stuck out from me and a little to the left.  He turned away and started walking so I followed behind him, this time a little behind.

When we got to the barn and touched it I was fully prepared to turn and run back to the bail of hay and grab my clothes, get dressed, but then he opened the door to the barn and stepped inside.  I looked around, considered my options, then followed.  I stepped onto the old, rough concrete floor, the smell of hay still lingered there after all the time of being abandoned.  Tim led me down the aisle, paused at little things here, a saw horse, a bit of hose attached to a pipe sticking out of the wall, and slow as if to draw out the time I was naked and hard.  He walked from stall to stall as if checking on something, then finally we ended up at the back door again.  I readied myself to run but he put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me.  He stepped out first, motioned for me to follow, and he walked so I walked.

Any little sound, the hoot of an owl, the distant sound of a car engine, a semi-truck engine as it tried to climb the mountain roads, and I thought we’d be discovered.  This was too good to be true.  But we weren’t.  We reached the bail of hay and I scratched at myself, waited for him to retrieve our clothes but he just stood there beside me.

“Are you ready for this?”

“What,” I said.

He took my hand and started to run so I ran just to keep up.  There we were two young men, naked and running through the field.  His limp dick bounced and so did my hard dick, though a little less, but we just ran all of the way to the end of the field where the woods were.  I tried to turn back but he pulled me along the fence line to a spot where there was an opening.  He pulled me through it and into the woods, then we ran again into the trees, branches scraped across our skin, leaves and things crushed under our feet.  This is what it must have been like to be primitive man, I thought, so free, so naked and running around.

He took me down to a creek that we followed until we found where it started, a small waterfall, and I could tell at once that it would be the deepest part, just a few feet, maybe up to our waists, but deep enough to conceal my raging boner.  I jumped into the water first, felt it wrap me up in its coolness, and swam a few feet.  Tim let out a yell and jumped in behind me.  I turned and shushed him but he waved it off.

“What if someone hears?”

“We’re so far away from anyone, besides I come out here all of the time,” he said.

“But we’re naked,” I said.

“So what?  Do you really think there’s some cop around every corner?  Not a chance, no way, it’s just us, and nature.”

He let his knees go loose like I had and began to bob there in the water in front of me.  He moved back and forth and it became like this little game, this challenge.  He went left then right, my foot slipped on the mud and got around me, as I struggled to recover my footing he got up behind me so that when I got to my feet he was in full contact with my body, his chest against my back, his arms under mine, around me, held me, his hips behind mine, his thighs against mine, his feet on either side of mine, and his penis, his hard penis was between my thighs.  And for a moment I almost cried out in surprise when he put his fingers in my mouth with one hand and took hold of my hard penis with the other.  I could feel his fingers against my tongue, creek water dripped down the back of my throat.  He held me for a long time until I calmed and came to my senses.  I tried to speak out but he shushed me with these little sounds as he kissed at my ear and down my neck.  I was on edge.  He turned me to face him.  Our hard dicks pointed at one another he took mine in hand, whacked at it with his just to show me how much bigger his was.  He pulled me into a kiss and stuck his dick between my thighs.  I wanted him so bad but he pulled my head away by my hair.

“Not yet,” he said, “you don’t deserve to cum just yet.”

By the time we reached the bail of hay we were both almost completely dry, and my dick had gone soft but I had that need, that carnal need to be satisfied.  And it was going to be over too soon, I hated the idea of getting dressed and it ending so when he didn’t stop for our clothes and he kept pulling me to the barn I knew it wasn’t over.  He pulled me through the field, I slipped and scurried, and he just kept pulling me until he had me in there and he closed the gated door behind us.  He took hold of my dick as I stood there.

“I feel so naughty,” I said.

“Do you want me to punish you?  Because I can punish you,” he said.

“What did you have in mind a little spanking?” I asked coyly.

“Better,” he said.

He led me, our hard cocks stuck out in front of us, he led me to the barn where he pulled out this old saw horse.  He made me drag it into the aisle and position it over a drain.  He stroked his dick as he walked around me, ordered me to lay over it.  He tied my hands, tied my ankles, and I was stuck there.  I pulled at the twine, felt the way its fibers hung loose and tickled my hands and heels.  I was bent over, my ass cheeks parted, my dick hung down, and he groped me, tickled my hole, then he left me there for a moment.  I heard him leave the barn and I realized just how alone I felt, how vulnerable.  I felt this breath stick in my lungs, then I heard his feet, the door closed, and he walked to me.  I looked down to see his shoes, looked up to see him stroke his hard dick.  He had a belt and pair of underwear in his other hand.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

He squatted down in front of me, slapped me a few times until I opened my mouth.  He stuffed the briefs inside and I immediately tried to spit them out.  He snapped the belt, my dick twitched.  I saw him stroke it.  I shifted, felt my own dick rub against the wood.  He stepped behind me.  He beat my ass, the novelty was gone in an instant and yet I wanted to do it for him, and because it felt so surreal and fun in this weird sort of way.  One then the other, back and forth, thwack after thwack, I cried out and he kept at me until I managed to work the briefs out of my mouth.  I told him to stop or I’d scream.

“So scream,” he said, “let me hear it, really cry out in pain.”

I started to scream.  And he kept beating me.  Until my ass felt like a bulb left on for hours, a piece of bread just out of the oven.  I screamed until my lungs were sore and my voice cracked.  I broke down, tears ran out from my eyes into my hair, snot just there on my lip.  He stroked himself and walked around me, the occasional tap against my butt cheeks.  That’s when he moved to my thighs and I felt this resurgence, this second wind, and started to struggle again.  My body shook, my legs were uncontrollable, my ass twitched, and he moved to my ankles, untied them.
He told me to lift up my feet and took hold of my ankle, then he whipped the bottom of my foot with his belt.  It stung.  He did it again and I was afraid I’d never be able to put my foot down again.  My toes curled and it really started to hurt, I was holding my breath more, and that’s when he switched to the other foot.  Back and forth, my ass, and my feet, until I was raw.  He had me.  I was completely broken, and that’s when I felt him at my asshole.

“Is that your dick?” I squealed.

“Just my finger,” he said.

“Oh no, your dick is going to hurt more,” I said.

“And you’re going to love it.”

He stroked his dick a little as he sucked the finger of his other hand before he pressed it back against my hole.  He kept at me like that until he got the first digit inside of me, then the first knuckle.  He stood and touched his dick to my hole, too tight, he let it slide up the back of me and I felt the full length of him measured out from my hips to along my spine.  It was big, long, and thick.  He swiped it back down, pressed the tip at my hole, then down my taint to my balls.  His dick touched mine.

“Are you ready for it college boy?”

“Please,” I said.

He spanked me and I pleaded for more.  He ran his fingers along my body as he walked around to my head where he squatted and stuck his dick to my lips.  It was too big.  I tried to shake it off.

“I’m sticking this dick up your ass and you better get it real slick and wet because that’s the only lubricant we got tonight, just a little spit.  What’s it going to be?”

I opened my mouth and wasn’t prepared for it to slip right along my tongue to my throat where I began to choke immediately.  Tears came to my eyes, spit squished out from between my puffy lips that had swelled with desire and friction.  He went right to the balls, I felt them on my top lip.  And I began to choke so he pulled out.  He let me breath for a moment, his hands on my stomach as I tried to suck in just a little bit of air.  He stuck it back into my mouth, between my teeth, he fucked my face as I hung bent in half.  I pulled at the twine, kicked out my feet, but he had me. 

And when he decided he’d had enough of my face, I was thankful for the gobs of spit, the strands that connected us for a moment before he walked behind me.  He pressed that dick against my hole and I just let go.  I screamed and he pushed into me as deep as he could.  He fucked me, more and more, gobs of sweat dropped from his lips as little welcome acts of kindness and humiliation.  He spanked at my thighs, spanked at my ass.  I gave myself over to him, to it.

We were connected, not just physically but something else, he had known my pain of blind obedience and he was able to manifest it.  There I was tied down and we were rutting in an old barn like animals, and it felt like my life, the pointlessness, the emptiness of my life of being good, being normal, trying to blend.  He had me.  My old friend had me and I cried for him, gave my body over to him, he broke me just like my life had broken me, and that’s when I felt it.  I felt this incredible sensation of freedom because it felt like that lie had been uncovered that if I just go along, just do as I’m told then this is what it felt like on the inside.

I felt my dick spasm, an orgasm of pleasure and pain unlike any other pulled at the ends of my body like a stretched rubber band, I could feel it leaving me, this squirt of goo, and it was like my body was restored, complete, until I became conscious of him on top of me.  His sweat covered body slipped over mine until he grabbed hold of me and fucked me harder until he pushed inside as far as he could go.  I felt his dick there, this fullness, and there was this spasm from him, this sensation, and it was over.  I went limp, let the darkness take me.

The next morning I awoke to find myself face down with him wrapped around me on top of me.  I stirred a little and tried to push him away but he was already awake.  He held me there.  I struggled but he held me.  He kissed me on the neck and told me to give up.  I didn’t.  He told me again.  I struggled.  He spanked me, pressed into me, and I let go, I relaxed under him.  He spanked me again playfully and walked away to the back of the barn, opened the door and I looked to see him pissing.  He shook it off, then walked over to me.

“That was incredible,” I said as I lay on my back and looked up to him.

“I always knew you were a little masochist, always so obedient, you had to love pain,” he said.

It wasn’t about being good or bad.  It was about my guilt.  And he knew how to take it away.

Hard Sell Pt 6 - Special Delivery

After Mark’s adventure with Greg at the abandoned airport, the return to work, driving naked while the other man jerked his dick was a thrill that ended too quickly.  He pulled behind what felt like the last building possible before getting to the dealership as Greg cleaned the head of his sensitive dick with his briefs, and parked the car.  He looked to the man who smirked back at him before putting his underwear in the glove compartment.

“I guess I’m going commando,” Mark said.

“I’ll behave myself when we get back,” Greg said, “besides you’re looking pretty drained right now.  Do you wish we had gone to lunch?”

“Not a chance, I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”

Mark dressed quickly then drove back to the dealership.  Greg was prepared to buy the car with a sizable down payment and loan from a bank, then made arrangements to pick up the car in two days, with his “son”, and it was completely professional.  In face Mark was surprised just how little he thought about sex, any little urge was defeated by the feeling of his nearly raw penis.  He walked Greg back to his own car that he had come in and saw him off before going back to his desk and rummaging around for snacks.  He found a pack of crackers and a bottle of water that he devoured in seconds.  He was about to look through his contacts when he got a text message so he checked his phone.  It was Oliver.

[Did you have fun?]

[Yes, it was very fun.  We did things... I’m exhausted and I still have a couple hours of work to get through.]

[Well don’t work too hard, but I arranged for a little treat this evening for you at your apartment.  A special delivery.  Make sure you clean up. Thoroughly. We’ll get together soon.]

What was this man doing to him?  He had wanted to live out his fantasies but not like this, well he never expected it would all happen so quickly.  He was drained and the idea of hooking up with someone else that evening, right at that moment seemed impossible.  He self-consciously shifted his penis in his pants and felt the way it hit the little parts of sewn fabric.  He wouldn’t be ready.  Could he?

But he was broken from his thoughts when Cody appeared at his desk and partially sat on the edge with one cheek.  He smiled at Mark who rolled his eyes in return.  He was about to ask what the man wanted but Cody spoke first.

“I heard you made a sell,” he said, “good for you, now you’re only a two behind me.  I’d say good luck but I don’t really mean it.”

“Hey, I might just catch up with you.”

“Oh yeah, want to make a bet?”

Mark’s anger sunk at that moment and his stomach tightened.  He wanted to make a bet but he also didn’t want to lose to the man.  He shook his head.

“Your loss,” Cody said before tapping on his desk and walking away.

Mark looked back to his monitor and returned back to his work.  He made a shortlist of potential customers, some as far back as five years ago who had bought a car from him or from the dealership.  On a normal day he could have thought up two or three pitches and made a couple of cold calls but the way he was feeling he decided to kill time getting coffee, making small talk, and watching the lot for new arrivals the rest of the day until it was five minutes to leave and he gathered his things and headed to the receptionist desk where he found one of the other salesmen chatting and trying to look down the woman’s top.  He interjected himself into the conversation and made small talk until it was time to punch out which he did easily then headed to his car. 

As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat he thought about Oliver’s message.  What did he mean by special delivery?  Another encounter?  His dick started to get hard at just the thought of it.  Maybe I am ready to go again, he thought.  He started to drive home but his thoughts were about everything he had done since yesterday and he almost missed his turn to pick up supper from his favorite restaurant.  He made the turn at the last minute and was lucky his reflexes were still good because he almost caused an accident. 

When he pulled into a parking spot he felt his dick soften and realized he had been leaking ejaculate so he checked the front of his pants for a wet spot but luckily he couldn’t find one.  He went in to order food for himself but after thinking about it he decided to order enough for two people.  Hopefully food for two would be enough, he thought, at least that was his expectation.  He killed time waiting by thinking of what could possibly be delivered and he hoped it wasn’t a pizza.  By the time his name was called out to pick up the food he had to check again to make sure his dick couldn’t be seen and that there wasn’t a wet spot on his pants.  There wasn’t.  He got his food, paid, and walked back to his car with a renewed sense of urgency hoping he wouldn’t be late back to his apartment.  He made it in record time back to his home, set the food on the coffee table, and was about to start eating when he got another text message from Oliver.

[Greg said he had a good time.  He told me a little about what happened.  He said you’re a fast driver.]

Mark laughed to himself about the joke before replying.

[When is this special delivery and what is it?  I hope it’s not food because I was so hungry I already got something.]

[Not food, but I’m not going to ruin the surprise.  I hope you like it.]

Mark rolled his eyes at the response and picked up the remote for his television.  Two hours later he was comfortable, one hand down the front of his pants slightly teasing his own dick, the other slowly clicking through channels, he was broken from his zombie state by a knock on his door.  “This is it,” he said to himself, as he turned off the TV, dropped the remote, and got to his feet.  He moved to his front door, checked the peep hole and saw a young man patiently waiting outside with something flat leaning against his thigh.  He opened the door to find the person grinning back at him.  He was in his early twenties, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants, a massage table against his thigh and a black bag over his shoulder.  He had blonde, spiked hair, and a veiny, muscled neck that made Mark give a second look to his arms.  He gulped when he realized the man’s muscles had muscles.

“Hello, are you Mark?”

“That’s right.”

“Hi, I’m Brad.  I was sent by Oliver for a personal massage.  He said you’d need it after the day you had.  Can I come inside?”

Mark invited him inside, closed the door behind him, and told him to set up in the living room wherever there was space.  Brad carried the table into the room and quickly moved the coffee table out of the way to make space before setting up the table.  He dropped his black bag on the table next to the table and looked to Mark who came back into the room with two beers.  He gave one to Brad who accepted it easily and shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the table.

“Um, I guess I should get a towel or something,” Mark replied.

“Why bother?  We’re both men.  This is a private massage in your apartment so, you know, you could be naked for all I care.”

They grinned and giggled about the idea like two mischievous pranksters for a moment as they drank from their beer.  Mark shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs before shaking off any worries he had about what was going to happen.  He downed half of his beer before setting it down, then stripping off his clothes.  Brad chuckled when he dropped his pants to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Um, I usually, I mean...”

Did he really want to explain to this young man how he lost his briefs?  He bit his lip and stopped himself as he took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks.  Completely naked he stood before him and sucked in his gut. 

“Did you get cleaned up?” Brad asked.

“No, should I?”

“Go get a quick shower, but you know, clean thoroughly,” he said.

“Oh, right, I kind of forgot,” Mark replied, “just uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and walked out of the room to the bathroom.  He didn’t like the idea of leaving a stranger in his living room alone but he thought of Oliver and the trust he had in the man to send someone he could trust.  Fuck it, he thought before turning on the shower.  He stepped inside and just the feel of water against his skin made him relax a little so he soaped up and cleaned himself.

Ten minutes later, still naked but dried off he emerged from the bathroom feeling ready and comfortable for whatever was about to happen.  He walked back to the living room where he found the lights had been dimmed and several candles had been lit giving his apartment an unfamiliar romantic feeling.  Brad was relaxed on the couch with his phone in his hands, a smile on his face he finished a text message, sent it, then looked to Mark who took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders before he moved to the table and laid himself on it with his face in a head rest with a hole in it so he could be completely comfortable.  Comfortable and completely naked, completely vulnerable he listened as Brad opened his black bag.

“Um, before we start, just what did Oliver order for me?” he asked.

“Well, I’ll be massaging your muscles, all of your muscles.  I’ve got some oils, some scented candles, and this.”

He held a thin, small dildo down in front of Mark.

“That’s not so bad,” he replied.

“And this,” Brad said before holding out a different, longer, thicker, and more realistic dildo.

“Well, that might be a little more difficult.”

“That’s just the medium,” Brad replied before smacking him on the bare ass, “but we’ll work up to the others if you’re comfortable doing it.  It’s not like we have to get through the whole bag tonight.”

“Oh,” Mark said.  “There’s more?”

“Do you still want to do this?”

“Yeah, but let’s go slow and take it easy on me.”

“No problem,” Brad replied, “let’s get you relaxed first.”

Brad squirted some oil on his back, set the bottle down, then touched him where the oil had pooled.  Mark felt the other man’s strong fingers press into his skin and slowly work out over his back into his muscles.  For just a moment he tried to hold onto any thought, any feeling, of control before the man’s touch made him forget about such a thing.  He worked into his skin, into his muscles, from his mid-back to his shoulders then back down his spine to lower back.  The man was in no hurry as he felt up along Mark’s side to his shoulders again then down his arms one at a time.  He moved around the table with ease, never letting his fingers leave Mark’s body.  His arms, his back, his shoulders felt like putty as he felt the man move lower to his buttocks, a cheek in each hand he pulled and pushed at his flesh until he had them soft and malleable.  He squirted more oil on Mark’s thighs, pressed his thumb into the soft flesh, then the rest of his fingers.  He worked the sensitive areas carefully down to the backs of his knees, then it was his calf muscles, his ankles.  His feet were last and for a moment Mark thought about telling him to stop as he was ticklish but he was so relaxed he could barely gather enough breath to speak and was pleasantly surprised when the man touched the bottoms of his feet with a caress that made him forget about any kind of concerns he had. 

The man worked back up his body slowly and sensually until he got to his butt again and he pulled his cheeks apart, more oil, no lubricant, Mark realized, as the man worked the flesh around his hole first before a finger got to it, slowly, gently, he worked a finger inside.  More lubricant and the man pushed inside slowly.  Mark tightened for a moment as he caught his breath.  Brad told him to relax and exhale so he did, told him to just focus on his breathing.  Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it as he felt the finger undoing that knot of unconscious stress.  He often forgot just how tense he could get there but the man was opening him up and the rest of his body released its tension as well, the muscles of his stomach, the little muscles in the rest of his body all began to give up.  He felt Brad push inside deeper, thicker, more fingers, until his hole was well lubricated and then he picked up the small dildo and pushed inside with it.  Mark felt his dick harden and press up against his belly so he shifted a little to let it expand and not bend the wrong direction.  Brad kept at him, more lubricant, the dildo began to vibrate.  He didn’t expect that but the feeling was amazing.

The vibrations went through his entire body, across his skin and inside him simultaneously.  The first setting, Brad manipulated his hole into surrender as he worked up the settings as Mark’s own dick felt like a rock under him, a rock that was leaking.  He thought of the man doing this, his muscles and handsome face.  There was something completely professional about him, something kind and honest.  Maybe that was the most relaxing thing of all.  He sighed and let the man continue to work, barely noticing when the man pulled the small vibrator out only to replace it with something else.  His dick was still hard but it was odd to not hear and feel the vibration, but the man pushed inside slowly again and he relaxed himself to take it.

“We’re on the next size up,” Brad said.

Slowly he worked deep inside Mark who felt the intruder open new parts of him.  It was almost a tickling sensation but inside, internally, a place he had been told nothing should ever be and yet it was there and he was feeling it, and the feeling was intense and amazing.  His hole felt so big and it was the focus of his brain as the rest of his body still felt relaxed.  He felt like he was being split in two and put back together again at the same time as he felt the dildo slip inside.  It wasn’t long before he felt Brad pulling it back out.

“Wait,” Mark forced from his throat.

But it was gone and Brad gave a slight chuckle before playfully slapping him on the ass and reaching into his bag for something else, something bigger.  Bigger than that?  Mark swallowed and tried to crane his neck to see.

“Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” Mark answered.

Brad held the dildo in front of his face.  It was so thick, nearly as thick as a pop can, and the head, the head looked kind of silly, and it was so long it drooped in this funny kind of way.  Mark tightened his jaw at the sight of it.

“I’m going to stick this in your ass,” Brad said, “but don’t worry I’m a professional and I think you can take it.  Did you love the last one?”

“Yes,” Mark said.

Brad spanked him playfully.

“Yes sir,” Mark said.

“Good boy, now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Brad returned to his place behind him, slowly lubricated the dildo as he put his fingers back between Mark’s cheeks.  He put the head to his hole and for a moment Mark thought it would be impossible to get it inside but then he felt his hole, his body, expand in a way he didn’t think possible to something larger than he thought he could ever take.  It still wasn’t as big as the ones he saw in videos online but still it was bigger than he had ever thought possible for himself.  And that knot, the knot he thought was gone, it was completely loose and it felt like it fell apart.  There was only the sensation of the dildo slowly entering him and nothing else.  He closed his eyes as he felt it, his hole stretched and it was inside, deep and full.  Brad slowly pushed until he didn’t think he could take anymore then he pushed some more before slowly pulling it out, a moan escaped Mark’s lips as he shuddered and bucked from the sensation.  His own dick, his much smaller dick, felt red hot and solid so he was surprised when the man pulled it down between his thighs and began to play with it and his balls at the same time.

Instinctively he raised up his hips and the man continued to tease him until the big dildo was deep inside and his balls were tight and sensitive.  Brad grabbed hold of his dick, wrapped his fingers around it with just enough touch to the head and it was over.  He felt an orgasm like never before, a moment of silence and darkness, like every part of him was pulled through his body to his dick, not just his dick but the hole of his dick and it was all leaving him.  The greatest pleasure and pain simultaneously he sunk down to the table and the man pulled the dildo out.  He felt empty.  His anus strained and flexed in a way he never thought he’d enjoy.  It hurt a little sure, but it also felt good, it felt like something he’d never experience again, something he wished he had experienced previously, several times.

“Was it good for you?” Brad asked as he moved to stand beside Mark’s face.

Mark looked up to him, then down to his hard dick in his shorts.  He pushed himself up on the table and reached for the other man’s hip.  Brad moved closer and let himself be pulled closer.  He took down the front of the man’s shorts, a hard dick pointed out at him and he pulled it to his mouth.  He licked his lips and began to suck at the tip before licking at the length of it.  Bigger than the first dildo definitely, possibly more like the second one, he thought.  And he was right because the second one was a replica of the man’s own dick.  He grabbed hold of Brad’s butt and pulled him deep until he was gagging on it.  Brad pulled back when he saw Mark struggle to take it.

“Wait,” Brad said, “there’s something else we can do with this table.”

He stepped around to the front and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles then off before motioning for Mark to roll over on his back as he snapped the headrest down and out of the way.  Mark did as he had been shown and rolled onto his back.  He knew what was going to happen next.  And though he had only ever done it a few times before he let his head fall back off the massage table and opened his mouth.  Brad was quick to push inside and deep, so deep Mark felt his nuts on his nose and above his lip.  He reached down to Mark’s body, to his nipples and his stomach, and he began to thrust.  Mark struggled to keep up but he wanted it.  He wanted the man’s load so bad.  He reached around and grabbed his naked cheeks in his hands and pulled at them urging the man to go harder and faster until he felt him strain one last time and heard him groan as he shot down his throat.  Brad pulled out and looked down to Mark who grinned back.

“Was it good for you?” he asked.

“It was awesome,” Mark answered.

Brad squatted down and kissed him, their sensitive lips felt like the only nerves in their body that were capable of stimulation.  They kissed for a moment before pulling away from each other.  Brad helped him up off the table and they went back to the shower together.  Mark was eager to wash Brad’s body, though he was less receptive to anal stimulation.  Once they were clean they went back out to the living room where they saw the mess they had created.

“Do you want another beer?” Mark asked.

“Sure,” Brad said.

They each got a beer and went to the couch and turned on their phones.  They each texted Oliver about what had happened and he replied within minutes to each of them telling them he was glad they had a good time.  Mark looked to Brad’s muscled body and Brad pulled him close for one more kiss.  There was a slight stirring for each of their dicks but neither of them had the stamina to do anything like they had just done again that night so they left it at that before they looked to the table and all the dildos sitting on it.  It was the biggest dildo he ever saw, the biggest he had ever taken, and he was sure he was going to buy himself one the next chance he got.

Hard Sell Part 5 - Shifting Gears

After getting cleaned up Mark dressed quickly though Oliver was more leisurely about the process, even walked him to the door naked, he turned to the man in the doorway and moved to kiss him on the lips.  Oliver kissed him back briefly before pushing him away a little and telling him they both had to get to work.  Mark blushed at him before turning away and walking to his car.  He got inside, felt like a new man even though his hole burned a little from their morning fuck, and drove back to his apartment.  He didn’t begin to panic about being late until he got inside and saw the time so he stripped out of his clothes, put on deodorant and cologne, and got dressed in a new shirt and pair of slacks, combed his hair, made sure he had keys, wallet, and phone.  He rushed out the door, made sure it was locked, and jogged to his car.

He was still ten minutes early as he pulled into the dealership so he parked in his usual spot and pulled out his phone.  He was disappointed there wasn’t a message from Oliver and he debated for a moment what to do.  He sent one text message: [Thank you for last night and this morning.  I’d like to cum again.]  He smiled to himself at the playful nature of the message before getting out of his car and thinking about what he just did.  He immediately had regret for sending it and a fear he had sent it to the wrong person so he double checked, but it was to the right person and he had done it so there was no way to take it back.  He walked into work there were the usual greetings as he got himself a coffee, made his way to his desk, and sat.  He turned on his computer, started to look through his contacts and think about trying to sell a car when his phone buzzed.  He pulled it out and smiled when he saw it was from Oliver.

[It was fun for me too.  You really got into it.  And I’ve been thinking about your fantasies.  Would you be up for a little fun today?]

Mark felt his dick harden at the thought of it.  I’m so naughty, he thought, I’m at work but all I’m thinking about is Oliver, his dick, and getting fucked.  He grinned and replied that he’d be up for anything. 

[Good, a friend of mine will be by today looking to buy a car.  He’s looking forward to your presentation.]

A friend?  Someone would come to work, a stranger, and he’d want a presentation.  Wait, was he serious?  Was this some kind of role play?  Was he serious?  He bit his lip and his happiness became fear.  What did this mean?  Was he done with him?  Were they done?  Or was this just the beginning of something?  He stuck his thumb nail between his teeth as he read over the text message.  He was about to reply, try to find out what exactly was happening when he was interrupted by one of his coworkers pounding on his desk.  He looked up and pulled his phone close to his chest like a cheater in poker who almost got caught showing his hand.  He gulped when he saw it was Cody.  He didn’t like Cody, well it wasn’t anything personal, just a kind of friendly competition that really wasn’t so friendly.  They were about the same age and both wanted to be the salesman of the month.  It didn’t help that sales had been slow for Mark and that Cody had sold three cars to one customer who had some kind of taxi service.  He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

“Sales meeting,” Cody said, “conference room in five minutes.”

“But I thought that wasn’t until next week,” Mark replied.

“Well it’s been slow and the manager wants to get us motivated, well some of us, you know, the slow ones, not you of course.”

“Of course,” Mark replied.  But he knew Cody was talking about him.  He looked to his phone.

There was no way to hash out what the message from Oliver meant, not with Cody there.  He waited for the other salesman to leave before responding. 

[I’ll do my best.]

He turned off his phone after the message was sent then picked up his coffee and walked to the conference room where he saw nearly all of the other sales people were already gathered as the manager paced the floor in front of them.  Finally the last person closed the door and everyone was waiting patiently but the man didn’t speak.  He kept pacing.  It was his thing.  He thought it was a good way to make sure he had everyone’s attention.  He’d let the room get real quiet then break into his most boisterous voice and try to give them a speech, a rally, that would motivate them.  Mark found himself thinking about Oliver, the morning, the night before, the way they met, and his friend coming today. 

Would he get a sale out of it?  If they only knew.  And he felt his dick harden a little, begin to leak ejaculate against his underwear, so he crossed his legs as he slipped farther into his thoughts.  It was no surprise when his manager finally spoke and he felt little reaction as the man tried to work them into being excited.  He was thinking of something else and by the time he was done Mark had to work to think of something else to calm himself before he had to get up and walk from the room.  He was barely able to do it, his boss’s speech somewhere in the back of his mind as he drifted to his desk.  He sat and pulled out his phone, turned it back on, and waited.

But there was no new message from Oliver so he returned to what he had been doing before by looking at his contacts.  Even if his friend bought a car he’d still need to make up sales to beat Cody.  He read through the notes of people who had bought cars the previous year, noted that one of them bought a new car for his wife on her birthday every year and that her birthday would be in a couple of weeks.  He came up with the pitch instantly, a nice surprise gift, if he looked at it early he’d be able to change details so that it was perfect for her.  He smiled to himself as he made the call.  He gave his best, most genuine introduction before going into the pitch.  The man was pleased and liked the idea of coming into the dealership early to make sure everything was how she’d like it.  They made an appointment and said goodbye.  Mark made a notation for a reminder call the day before just so he’d make sure he’d come in to look for a new car.

He had a stupid grin on his face as he got up from his desk and started to walk to the coffee machine.  That’s why when he spotted the man at reception, dressed in shorts and tank top, muscled arms and crew cut, he just nodded to him as he passed until he heard the man speak to the woman behind the desk.

“I’m looking for a Mark.  I’m told he works here.  I’m looking for a car.”

“Certainly,” she replied.

Mark turned and walked back to the desk and was about to introduce himself when Cody interrupted and introduced himself to the man.  He looked to Cody over the man’s shoulder and squinted his eyes in his best death stare.  Cody ignored him and started to usher him away when he cleared his throat and got the man’s attention.

“Actually, I’m Mark and I can help you,” he said.

The man turned to him.  He held out his hand and Mark shook it.  The man’s grip was easy but firm as it he knew he didn’t have to try to out squeeze the other person.

“My name is Greg, uh, Oliver sent me,” he said.

“Of course,” Mark replied.

“I can show you any car Mark here can,” Cody said.  “And I can make you a better deal.  I saw that little sports car you drove up in and we’d be glad to make you a good offer for a trade-in.”

“Bug off Cody,” Mark said. 

The receptionist gasped.  Cody rolled his eyes.  Mark even surprised himself but the words just came out of his mouth and he looked to the other man to apologize but it was too late as he turned and walked away.  He looked to the woman behind the desk who winked back, then he looked to Greg who smirked a little.  They looked each other up and down.  There was something positive and welcoming about the man, a casual but firm openness.  His muscles were a display of power and he was handsome, his hair made him look younger than he really was.  Mark guessed he was forty, forty-one, maybe early forties, but his body was that of an athlete.

“Did you have something in mind?” Mark asked.

“That Dodge Talon out there.  I’m looking for something for my son.  He’s going to college next year and needs something to get back and forth.  I know it’s a bit of a stretch to get the kid a sporty car but he’d never settle for an economy car.  Maybe we could take it for a spin?”

Mark looked to the receptionist.

“Can I get the keys for the Dodge Talon?”

“Just one moment,” she replied before getting up from her chair.

“And you know I’m feeling a little hungry.  I should have eaten before I came here but, you know, it slipped my mind.”

“No problem, Kelly would you let the manager know I’m taking a client to lunch as well,” he called out to her as she walked away.  She grunted that she would.

They looked to each other, looked over each other.  Mark felt himself getting an erection so he put his hands in his pocket.  He bit his lip and turned away slightly when Kelly handed him the keys and told him that she had told their boss he’d being taking someone to lunch with the Dodge Talon.  She winked to him to let him know the boss was excited about the possible sale.  They walked out together and Mark got into the driver’s seat.

“Are you really looking to buy this?”

“Yeah, but it’s not for my son.  It’s for my boyfriend.  He’s twenty so sometimes in cases like this I just say he’s my son.  He does call me daddy sometimes.”

Mark drove out of the parking lot and pressed down on the gas when they got to the highway.  He got it up to sixty easy and looked to Greg who put on his sunglasses and reclined in the seat.

“What kind of business are you in?”

“I’m a personal trainer and life coach.  I do videos on Youtube and tour around the United States, even went to Europe a couple of times.”

“And uh... what did you have in mind today?”

“Let’s go somewhere remote where there’s no one else around,” Greg said, “I want to see how fit you are and how capable you are.”

“Okay,” Mark replied.

He slowed and made a left turn, quick on the gas and shifter he drove away from town out to an old, abandoned airfield.  Greg was pleasantly surprised when he saw where they were headed, even more so when Mark pulled to a side gate and was able to undo the chain and open it.  He drove inside to one of the buildings, between the buildings so that the car and they wouldn’t easily be seen from the road.  He parked the car and looked to Greg.

“Strip,” was all he said, and Mark obediently began to undress.

He stopped when he got down to his white briefs, his hard dick evident by the outline and the little spot of ejaculate.  He rubbed himself for a moment and looked to Greg who smiled back.

“Get out of the car,” he said, “but leave the door open.”

Mark looked around then did as he had been told.  He stepped away but left the door open when he saw Greg get out and begin to move around to his side.  He got into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed.

“Go stand in front of the car.”

He started to move.

“But give me your undies,” he said.

Mark took off his briefs and handed them over before slowly walking in front of the car.  He turned to face Greg and thought, this is it, this could all be over right now if he just drives away.  I’d have a hell of a time explaining how I got out here and why I’m naked.  I’d hate to go to the road like this and try to flag someone down.  Unconsciously he began to cover his dick with his hands as he stood there.

“Hands at your sides,” Greg called out.

Mark did as he was told and looked into the car where he saw Greg sniff at his underwear for a long moment, appreciated the smell, then tossed them into the passenger seat before looking back out to him.

“Jumping jacks,” he called out.

Mark set about doing jumping jacks, naked and on the paved road of an airfield.  He looked around and realized he could be seen from the woods and high grass easily even though he couldn’t be seen from the road.  He felt himself, his dick, harden at the thought even as it bounced around.

“Sit ups,” Greg ordered.

Mark dropped to the ground and immediately regretted coming here as he felt the little stones against his skin.  They stuck into his flesh with each movement, up and down, they stuck and clung to him in new ways, in new parts of his flesh, each time.  But his dick, his dick was still hard so he kept at it.  It stuck up between his thighs and he felt ridiculous as it pointed to the sky.  He had never really been naked outside, at least not as an adult, and especially not during the day.  He had thought they’d come here and fool around in the car but this... this was something else, and he liked it.

“On your feet,” Greg ordered, “and run in place.”

Mark ran in place for a couple of minutes before Greg told him to come around to the passenger side and get into the car.  He was surprised when he saw Greg had his tighty whities in hand.  He sat, put his arms at his side leaving himself open and available to the man.  He wasn’t surprised when the man dropped his underwear down onto his dick.  He looked down to the way it hung there.  He liked the sight of it.

“Who was that guy at work?”

“Huh, oh that’s Cody, he’s another salesman.  We’re kind of in a little competition with each other. He’s not such a bad guy but he definitely wouldn’t be into doing this.”

Greg started the car and shifted to first gear.  He started slow to get the feel of the car and he reached over to Mark’s erect dick and began to play with it.  Second gear then back to his dick.  He maneuvered between the buildings and kept playing with Mark’s dick with the same kind of care, sometimes gripping it with his underwear, sometimes just the skin, but Mark oddly got the most sensation when he felt the fabric tighten in different parts, the rough fibers dug into him in odd ways and the way it hung down at his balls kind of tickled him sometimes.  Third and he pulled out to the take off strip, fourth then fifth and he really began to pull at his dick.  They were doing over a hundred miles per hour and Mark pushed himself back into his seat as he felt himself nearing an orgasm.  They raced across the airfield and he wasn’t worried about anything just the fun, the moment of being there.  Greg tugged at his dick, worked him until he was about to shoot then pulled away.  Mark balled his toes and thrust up into the air trying to feel anything, his briefs tickled at his balls and when he sat back down he caught his underwear between his thighs and it pulled at the head of his dick but he strained to keep himself from having an orgasm right then as Greg slowed the car and brought it to a stop just before the fence.  He turned around at the very end of the strip.

“Are you ready for this?”

Mark nodded.

“I need to hear you say it,” Greg said.

“I’m ready for this,” he said.

“I thought Oliver had taught you to be polite.  Maybe I should make you walk back to the buildings.”

“No, I mean, yes sir, I mean please sir, I wasn’t thinking.  I’m ready sir.”

“Very good,” Greg said.

This time he worked the shifter and Mark’s dick more quickly through the first, second, and third gears.  Mark pushed back into his seat with the fourth gear and was chewing his lip when they hit fifth and were almost to the buildings.

“You can cum whenever you want.  In fact it would be better if you did it before we got to the other side of the field.  I can get up between the buildings but if we get to the fence we’ll have to start over again.  So just let go.”

That was all Greg had to say and Mark let himself relax and give into the imminent, irretrievable feeling of his hard dick spasm as he flooded his underwear with ejaculate, cool wind from the open windows blowing over his body.  He raised up and held his breath for a moment before falling back to the seat.  He licked at his dry lips as Greg drove between the buildings and began to apply the breaks.  He slowed and pulled into one of the open hangers.  He collected Mark’s cum with his underwear, then dropped it on his lap.

“Was it good for you?” Greg asked.

“Very good,” Mark replied.

“Let’s get you back before you’re missed.  I’ll take the car.  My boyfriend will love the story about today and me buying it.”

“I’ll have to drive back,” Mark replied.  He swallowed and felt his body returning to normal as he looked around and finally settled on Greg’s face, tried to look into his eyes still hidden behind his sunglasses.

“Okay, but you’ll drive naked, at least most of the way,” Greg replied.

“Yes sir,” Mark said.

He quickly began to think of the logistics of doing that as he got out of the passenger side and running around to the driver’s seat.  Greg passed him with a slap on the ass and got into the passenger seat.  Mark reversed out of the hanger and was thinking of how to get back to the dealership when he felt Greg grab at his dick again.

“If you can make it to fourth gear before the dealership then you’ll get to cum again, but if you can’t then you’ll have a bad case of blue balls.”

Mark bit his lip and swallowed.  If he took the long way and hit the highway he could get to fourth, but he’d be naked and the thought of being pulled over by the police for speeding... was it worth it?

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.

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.