PIG - Pretty Important Guy

Pretty
Important
Guy

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

Being a large man has its benefits and problems, but one of the benefits is most people move out of my way, especially smaller dudes. I don't push people around, far from it, but it's usually just easier for them to move, so when I rounded the corner in the locker room to find a short, college guy there I just expected him to move.

Instead he stood there and looked me in the eyes, not being one to back down I stared back until he poked me in the belly and broke into laughter. There I stood in my underwear, white t-shirt tucked into my briefs on my way to the shower and this little guy poked me.

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

But I just stood there, embarrassed and angered, my hands balled into fists, my face turned red, but I just stood there with my towel over my shoulder as I tried to not yell or punch him. He poked me again, laughed more. I stepped closer and got in his face.

"Little brats like you need a spanking, that's the problem of the youth today, no spankings, no corporal punishment, can't even grab hold of someone in case it goes on the internet."

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

Our threats had been made and for a moment neither of us yielded, but then somehow he declared himself victor and walked away. I shrugged it off and mostly forgot about it.

A few days later when I was back at the gym and working out on the bench press when two figures stepped beside me. I looked up to see the young man, ready to exercise in gym shorts and tank top, he stood next to a tougher looking friend who had tattoos.

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

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

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

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

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

"Roger," the first one said.

"Elliot," the second replied.

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

Even just by a few feet away I was twice their size, but the second one, Elliot, had a look in his eyes so I tried to stare back. He bit his lip and puffed up his shoulders so I flexed my arms a little, the only muscle that's impressive for me.

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

I stood confused, eventually I went back to my routine, when I finished I went back to the locker room. I stripped off my exercise clothes, put my towel over my shoulder, and I was headed to the showers when I heard that familiar giggle. The locker room was otherwise empty, one of those off times during the regular business day, and I just felt it, this panic in my shoulders I hadn't felt since I was a boy. I'd have to confront them both, right there, in my underwear at a public gym.

"Where you going fat boy?"

It was Elliot. The words stuck in me like pins. It even made me wince. I turned to see them. Roger was in shorts stained with sweat. Elliot stood there shirtless, his muscled chest covered in tattoos.

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

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

"Neither, just leave me alone."

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

I turned and started to walk away.

"If I have to come after you I'm going to give you that spanking you threatened to give my friend yesterday. Now get back over here and deal with us like the men we are."

I turned and walked right up to them, yeah I was an old man standing in front of them in my underwear, but I'd stopped being embarrassed about my body. Elliot looked me up and down. Roger held back laughter.

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

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

That's when I made my second big mistake. I tried to grab hold of Elliot. I don't even know what I'd do after, I just reached for him. That's when he grabbed my pinky and bent it back. I cried out in pain, tried to get away, but as I turned he twisted which brought me to my knees. I whimpered. They laughed.

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

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

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

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

"Anything?"

"Did dough boy just offer anything?"

He let go of my finger and I cradled it.

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

I did. There I was at my gym in the locker room over a bench with my big ass stuck out and vulnerable. Roger took hold of the waistband and pulled the cloth snug over my cheeks. Elliot ran his pointer finger between them to let the cloth settle into my crack and let me know just how vulnerable I was. They both laughed then they both swatted me at the same time, one used his left hand, the other his right, both cheeks felt it.

It had been a long time since I had been spanked. At first it didn't feel like anything, just these flat hands that made this clapping sound, but as they continued to strike me, after the shock had worn off, I realized the pain built up. Not just in my butt, my hands and knees against the hard, tiled floor, my belly against the wooden bench.

One of them took hold of my underwear and pulled it to my knees. There I was on all fours, the fabric stretched between my open thighs, my little dick and shrunken balls hung down to feel the cool air. My cheeks slightly open, they continued to slap them, each hit affirmed their shape and size. My butt was no longer this extra part of me, this function, a tool, something between my legs and my back.

My butt was in pain and it was getting worse. They spanked every inch of soft flesh, each impact confirmed the shape, the size of my butt and its ability to absorb the blow. They spanked me until the skin felt warm and tingly, little points of pain that radiated through my body. They spanked me until I lost control of my muscles and they twitched and spasmed without my control. They turned that part of my body against me. And I began to cry.

Cold droplets leaked from between my eyelids and down to my lips. I could taste the saltiness of my tears, my nose became stuffy. I had lost control, not only of the situation, a situation I could have walked away from, but of myself. This ball of pain in my stomach that I had unknowingly been carrying around with me, this tight ball of fear, it was like the breeding ground for snakes, it wriggled and squirmed up through me into these howls of desperation. The two young men finally stopped and I fell into this quiet sob, fully aware of just how humiliated I had been, unable to run I just lay there.

Roger stepped in front of me and squatted down, took hold of the hair on my head to turn it and look me in the eyes. He wiped the tears from my face with his free hand then licked them from his fingers as he laughed at me. This big grin on his face he wiped up more tears then put his fingers to my lips. With one last grasp at my pride I tried to refuse.

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

I opened my mouth but he didn't push in all of the way, no he touched my lips as if to confirm I had opened them just for him and his finger. He ran it along the shape, smooth across the bottom.  He played with that little bump in the middle of my top lip.

When he touched his finger to my tongue it was salty and bitter, I wanted to spit it out or bite down on it, but I knew I was too vulnerable, too defeated, so he pressed inside all of the way to my throat. That's when I realized he didn't just want the spit from my mouth but the mucous from my throat as I began to choke he held me in place by my hair.

Two fingers, his two fingers, across my tongue, back and forth until I felt like I was going to pass out from lack of air and exhaustion. He let go of my hair, pulled his fingers from my face, but I just laid there over the bench. He walked around behind me, put his finger between my butt cheeks, right to the hole, and he pressed into that ring of flesh, right into me, inside, all of the way to his last knuckle of his pointer finger.  Slowly he pulled out, for a moment I thought it was over, then he pushed two inside, the pointer and the middle, both went deep and wide, wider than anything I had ever stuck up there. Wider than my own finger, wider than a thermometer. I let out a whimper and he pulled out.

He was done with me. They were done with me. Or so I thought. Roger pulled me from the bench and let me fall to the floor on my side, then he rolled me onto my back where he sat on my chest and took hold of my nipples and pulled on my soft breasts.

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

This little piggy squealed. He twisted and pulled on my nipples and soft man boobs until the pain became something else, this inescapable force. He only stopped when he realized I had stopped reacting, then he slapped my face and commanded me to open my eyes, which I did. I looked up to see him, his small framed body sat upon me in victory. He pulled down the front of his shorts to show me his erect dick trapped by the jock, the bulbous head peaked out over the waistband. He looked into my eyes as he pulled the pouch down under his balls to show me just how big and stiff it was. He took hold of it, stroked it, with just a few movements of his hand he bucked his hips and warm, creamy ejaculate covered my face. Elliot stepped beside him and looked down at me, let a long string of spit descend from his lips to mine.

There I lay on my back, covered in their fluids, my stretched out underwear at my ankles, exhausted and gasping for air. Roger fed me his cum from my face, then stood and tucked his dick back inside his jock where he adjusted it before he pulled the front of his shorts up. He was done with me. They were done with me, but somehow, somewhere deep in my soul I knew I wanted more.

Brat in the Frat Ch 08 - The Dilemma

After he shared his secret with me it was like we both had the same secret.  And he started wearing diapers everyday.  A nod or a wink to me when we were together and we’d just smile.  His frat brothers would roll their eyes and Kevin would just grunt in frustration but it was for us, we knew.  That’s when we really started to go everywhere together and he dragged me to a few of his pick-up basketball games.  My favorite was knowing under the thin fabric of his shorts was a diaper, a diaper I had put on him.  I could tell he was conscious of it, especially when it was shirts vs. skins.  I held my breath during those games as I’m sure he did a little himself.

It’s difficult to explain that type of connection between two people, you just feel it.  We didn’t talk about the future much.  We didn’t talk about our past lives.  We lived to be together, to explore together.  We became so familiar around each other that our bodies seemed to melt into each other just being in the same room.  We’d sit next to each other and think nothing about an affirming touch, an arm around the shoulders as we sat on the couch, a hand on the thigh.  We were in love.

There are two types of people we all share secrets with, strangers and close loved ones.  To share a secret with a stranger is an unremarkable thing.  That’s the power of Confession in a Catholic Church, a dark closet area with a confidant able to hear you but not exactly see you.  Sometimes it’s someone on an airplane or bus we will never see again because of the way life works, space and time, the geography of where we live, where we are going, two lives that momentarily intersect.

Sharing a secret with a loved one, well that’s more difficult, because a person intends to keep that loved one close, wants to build a relationship, a future with that person.  And so many of our relationships are created for other reasons.  My parents got married because my mother got pregnant, so they had many secrets.  My grandparents got married because my grandmother wanted out of her life at home taking care of her younger siblings, many more secrets. 

I was quite conscious of this as we continued to date, to hang around each other, have certain expectations of each other about fulfilling roles.  We became like a balancing act offering encouragement for each other when the other was feeling down, calming each other if one of us got angry.  Often we’d just end up in bed, me in my underwear and him in a diaper, and we’d just cuddle together under the blankets.  We’d kiss and stroke at each other until we built up some kind of reserve of energy, a reserve of self-esteem that helped us face any challenge.

So even after all that we had been through together, the familiarity of our bodies and touch, the need to be held and affirmed, it was still quite the surprise when one day Brad said he had something he wanted to talk with me about and I knew it was something he was embarrassed about, something he was ashamed to say.  It didn’t help that he said this in the morning before we parted ways to go to class.  All day I thought just about every thought from him wanting to break up with me to him proposing marriage.  He didn’t propose.  And we didn’t break up.  But I considered each.

By the time we met up in my dorm room after dinner together in the cafeteria I was nervous about what he was going to say.  Thankfully my roommate was gone for the weekend.  As soon as we entered I wanted to hear it.  I wanted to hear what he had to say but it, whatever it was, didn’t seem to be on his mind, so we stripped down and got into bed, pulled a sheet over us.  We made small talk about our day, teased each other.  I’d pull on his nipple.  He’d kiss my hands.  I’d rub at the bulge between his legs, familiar now with the feel of the diaper covering his dick.  He’d kiss me on the cheek.  He put one hand inside my underwear to feel my dick and I wrapped my arm around his side to reach between his cheeks and feel his hole with a probing finger.  

We had gotten intimate without achieving orgasm or even the possibility of orgasm when I could tell he wanted to talk.  That barrier of shame and embarrassment had been lowered again.  He rolled onto his back away from me so I propped myself up on one elbow and looked into his eyes.  The room was mostly dark because it was evening and I always kept the drapes closed.  He stretched his arms up above his shoulders and put his hands under his head so that I could see the entirety of him, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.  I touched his belly with my free hand, played with his belly button, traced the hairs down to the waist band of his diaper then back up to his ribs.  He let out a laugh.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.

He knew.  He knew that I knew he was thinking about something.  This would be one of those moments, more dangerous now for all the ways we had become familiar with each other.  When we had sex that was one thing.  When I dared him to wear a diaper that was another.  When we went out on a date that ended with him pissing himself that was even more.  If we broke up now it would mean days, weeks, possibly months of mourning the end of our relationship.

“You can tell me,” I said.

I wasn’t sure if I was really ready for it.  It was kind of a dare to him and myself.  How bad could it be?  He was scared of what I might say and do but I wanted to be there for him in all the ways I possibly could, that I knew for sure.  He took a deep breath and I saw him wince as if he were about to cry so I knew it was personal and dangerous to confess.  I leaned into him, kissed at his chest, kissed at his arm pit until he writhed from being tickled and started to laugh.

“I want to try it, with you,” he said through his laughter, “I want to try losing control, like really losing control.”

I pulled away and looked him in the eye.  He stared back and I knew this big jock boy in bed next to me was really afraid.  He could explain sex to himself and to others.  He could possibly explain the diaper as some kind of experiment.  But losing control, giving control over to someone else, that was a powerful thing.  In an instant I felt as if I were the one who was going to cry.  He trusted me, like really trusted me, and he loved me and I loved him too.  I gave him my best coy smile and he smiled back.

“Are we talking about chains and whips here or something else?”

“Something else,” he replied.

“So like, are we talking about you being my sex slave?”

I moved my two fingers up his belly as if my hand was walking up his chest.  He giggled a little and I moved my hand over to his armpit as I pressed into him.  He grinned and contorted with my touch.

“How about just a personal slave to do my laundry?  I really hate picking up after myself.  You could do the dishes and sweep the floor.”

“No, you know,” he replied.

“I think I do but I want to hear you say it.”

“I want to like, you know, I can’t say it.”

I kissed and licked at him, got both hands into his armpits and began to tickle him, tickle his sides as I pushed my body over his until my knees were on either side of him, our chests pressed together I kissed at his neck.  He squirmed and giggled under me, I felt his knees shifting around.

“Stop it, I have to pee,” he said.

“Oh really,” I replied.

I could feel my hard dick in my underwear pressed against his dick trapped inside his diaper.  He pulled his hands out from under his head and tried to grab at my wrists but I had the leverage and I felt like he really didn’t want to stop me.  He could have stopped me, by telling me to stop, by forcibly grabbing my arms or pushing at my chest.  He outweighed me by about forty pounds of muscle.  He had been a wrestler and played basketball regularly.  He had all of the advantage physically, but he let me keep winning as I tickled him.  His laughter got louder when I found the sweet spots and he twisted under me so that he was on his side then on his chest.  His feet fluttered behind me and I grabbed one, tickled it, then grabbed the other and tickled it.

“I’m going to pee,” he said.

I grabbed at his sides, forced my fingers into his pits.  He began to breath so heavily, his face smashed into the pillow he turned to one side then the other for air.  I kept at him until it finally happened.  He pissed himself.  The laughter stopped and he suddenly wasn’t so ticklish.  I tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to roll onto his back so he did.  He looked up to me with his big, brown eyes, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m great,” he said.

“Good, because I’m not done with you,” I replied.

“No?”

“No,” I affirmed.

“What are you going to do to me next?”

I remembered something I had read online a long time ago.  It was one of those posts that come up in social media.  It might just be perfect for this type of thing.

“Well, with your permission, I’m going to help you feel and understand what it means to really lose control.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“There’s something I read about on the internet that I wanted to try,” I said.

“What?”

“It involves bananas, a suppository, and a butt plug.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“I don’t know.  You can read about it while I get the supplies,” I said.

He looked up to me with hope and fear in his eyes.  I leaned down into him, one hand at the back of his head, fingers in his hair, to pull him into a kiss, my other hand strayed down to his diaper.

“It looks like someone had an accident,” I said between kisses.

“Please,” he said, “I really want this.”

I pulled away from him and looked him in the eye.

“I really want this too,” I said.  “I want to do this for you, to you.  I can’t explain it but it’s like you’re giving me this power and I’m terrified of screwing it up.”

“We’ll do this together,” he said.

“I’m not sticking a banana up my ass,” I said with a wry smile.

“No, I mean, be there for each other,” he said.

We hugged, then of course he rolled me onto my side and as if just to prove some point he got on top of me and paused for a moment.  I could feel the full weight of him as he kissed me and held me down, then he stepped off me and off the bed and walked to the shared bathroom.  I looked over to his padded butt, his narrow waist, and muscled back.  It wasn’t just his body.  I trusted him and I believed he trusted me.

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?

Spring Break - Nerd Meets Jock Pt 1 & 2

Another sunny day, four young men stood in front of the Miami Beach Art Deco hotel looking up at its facade with a mixture of boredom and enthusiasm.  For Ethan it was barely remarkable, just another hotel.  He scratched at the back of his neck lazily as he wished he had put on more sunscreen.  Darrell tried to appreciate the shapes, the colors, but he didn’t want to stay there.  He didn’t even want to be in Florida.  Grady smirked at the sight of the building, happy that he had gotten them all such a good deal for two rooms during the busiest time of year, Spring Break.  But for Howard it was something he had always wanted, to stay in a hotel just like in Grand Theft Auto.

“It’s just like the game.  This is so great.”

“Well Howard shot his load already.  I guess we can go home now,” Ethan said.

“I just hope the rooms are okay, old buildings like this tend to have small rooms.  It’s bad enough we have to share,” Darrell added.

“Hey, you guys wanted to do something normal, get away from all of the snow.  You talked about the beach and sun.  How was I supposed to know you didn’t mean any of it?  Let’s just get this over with.”

They walked inside to the front desk where they were greeted by a cheerful blonde woman not much older than themselves.  She confirmed their rooms, asked for Grady’s credit card.  He offered it, she swiped it and returned it to him.  They barely made small talk.  None of the guys were interested in tourist sites, and she wasn’t sure what to say to them.  They weren’t her regular customers.  She handed over the key cards, gave them directions to their two rooms.  They walked away to the elevator, barely said a word.

Three flights up, the two rooms were next to each other at the end of the hallway.  Ethan led the way to the farthest room, Darrell behind him.  Grady and Howard took the other room, each set pushed their way inside.  The cold, stale air of the air conditioner was barely refreshing.  Darrell went to the window to take in the view.

“At least we’ve got a view of the ocean,” he said.

“It’s not such a bad place,” Ethan replied.  “Are you going to bother to unpack or do you just want to head to the beach?”

“I want to hit the beach man.  Besides it’s not like I have much to unpack.”  Darrell threw down his back pack on the bed, set his satchel bag next to it.  “I’m done.”

Ethan pulled the bag from his shoulders, set it on the dresser.  They looked to each other, Darrell shrugged his shoulders.  Ethan pulled off his shirt.  Darrell began to unbuckle his belt.  They were about to start another conversation, hash out plans, when there was a knock on the door connecting their room to Grady and Howard’s room.  Ethan unlocked their side of the door and opened it.  Grady stood in front of him with a smile on his face, past him Howard sat on the bed with his bag open, a video game system in his hands.

“Do you guys want to join us?”

Ethan looked to Darrell who shook his head.

“No way man, I’m came here to get some sun, see the women walk around the beach, maybe even go out with a couple of them.”

“Sorry, no,” Ethan added.

“We’re going to order pizza,” Grady replied.

“We brought all of the good games,” Howard said.

“No, I want to at least walk around a little.  I was thinking of going out tonight,” Ethan said.  “Why don’t you guys join us?”

“No thanks,” Howard said.  “Not right now.”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of reached my maximum for dealing with people today,” Grady replied.  “I need some time to myself, or at least with fewer people.”

“Are you guys really going to sit around the room all day playing video games and eating pizza?” Ethan asked.

“Why not?” Darrell interjected, “It’s what they do at college.”

“Yeah, but, I mean we’re on vacation,” Ethan said.

“Uh, maybe we’ll go out tonight, if we can find some place that’s low key,” Grady said.  “We’ll talk about it.”

“Until then, I’ll set up the system, Grady you order the pizza, Hawaiian style for me, you should get something different and we can share.”

“Well guys, have a good time,” Grady said.

“You too,” Ethan said.

“Yeah man, have fun,” Darrell replied without much enthusiasm.

Ethan closed the door connecting their rooms, continued to strip out of his clothes.  Darrell stripped down as well.  Unlike their compatriots Ethan and Darrell were not shy about their bodies, even if Ethan was gay, it had never been an issue for them.  Darrell searched his bag for a pair of swimming trunks.  Ethan pulled out a Speedo from his bag.  Darrell shook his head and laughed at the sight of it.  Ethan dangled the bit of cloth in front of his crotch.

“My mother said figure out your best asset and use it,” he said.

“In that case we should switch,” Darrell said.

“I have a nice butt,” Ethan replied.

“You have a white boy’s butt,” Darrell replied.  “Besides we both know I’d fill it out more.”

“Oh yeah, you want to measure?” Ethan asked.

“You’d like that,” Darrell joked.

“Are we hitting the beach together or breaking up?”

“Together, at least for a while, and we should meet back up this evening in case one of us over does it.  If I’m not having any luck I might need my gay wing man.”

“And if you meet any jock boys who might be curious you send them my way,” Ethan replied.

“It’s a deal.”

They made sure they had everything they needed, let Grady and Howard know they’d be heading out, and were on their way.  Their two friends barely acknowledged their departure as they were focused on the television.

*****

At first Ethan took him for a creep, the exact stereotype that he had always felt attracted to but was intimidated by, the type of guy who used to beat him up in high school and give him wedgies.  He spotted him at the punch bowl.  There was eye contact, an awkward glance.  He moved away from him, tried to be distracted by something, anything, eventually he found Darrell in the corner of the room talking to two different women.  Seeing him engaged in conversation Ethan turned away, was about to head for the door, but then he ran into the jock that had been cruising him from the punch bowl.  He felt especially awkward as he was still dressed in his Speedo.

“Hi,” Ethan said.

“Hi,” he replied.

“I was just about to, I mean, I’m just, was going to get a drink.”

“It looks pretty full.”

“Oh yeah, well, I’m an ambitious alcoholic.”

“My name is Brock,” the stranger said as he offered his hand.

Oh god, here I go again, Ethan thought.  I bet he’s some kind of Christian who picks up young gay men at parties and tries to convert them.  I should run away, but I’m so damned attracted to him, shit, here I go again, he thought.  He shook Brock’s hand.  He was over six feet tall, in a tank top and trunks.  He had muscled arms, muscled shoulders, muscled, just about everything, one of those cliche barbed wire tattoos around his bicep.  Ethan felt like he could swoon but he made himself stand tall, as tall as he could.  He shook his hand.

“Did you enjoy the beach today or were you just uh, swimming at a pool?”

“Oh uh,” Ethan looked down over himself, don’t think sexy thoughts, don’t think sexy thoughts, he told himself.  “I was at the beach.”

“Are you from around here or from out of state?”

“Out of state,” Ethan answered.

“This doesn’t seem like your kind of party.  To be honest it’s not mine either.”

“No, uh, yeah, my friend, he uh, well, he had me come along.  He heard about it when we were at the beach today.  He wanted me to be his wing man, but I guess he doesn’t need me as he’s talking to two girls right now.”

Ethan looked to his friend, pointed him out to Brock.

“He’s cute.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Ethan replied.

“Is he bisexual?”

Ethan felt his face warm.  Just what was Brock asking?  Was he asking for an introduction or hinting at a threesome?  What have I gotten myself into?

“So are you like a swimmer?  Do you swim for like a team or something?”

Ethan turned back to him, right to his chest, then up to his eyes but even that felt awkward.  He looked away a little, just so he didn’t have to stare at the man.

“Yeah, I swam for my team in high school.  I’m not on a team in college but I go to the pool regularly.  I like to stay fit.”

“You look it,” Brock said.  “I mean...”

That was it.  There had to be more to this man.  Everyone else felt too close, he needed space.  Maybe they could go somewhere, he thought.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Ethan asked.

“Oh, I’m glad you asked,” Brock said.  “Let’s go take a walk.”

They headed out of the party, down to the street.  They fell into an easy conversation as they moved from streetlight to streetlight, from neon sign to neon sign.  Brock told him about being on the football team until his senior year when he couldn’t take the homophobia anymore.  He told him about his academic struggles in college and how he thought about dropping out to go into carpentry.  Ethan talked about his passion for physics and how he wanted to go on to graduate school.  They seemed to be walking in circles but really Brock was taking a circuitous route to his hotel.

“This is my place,” he said.

“Oh uh, I didn’t know this is where we were headed,” Ethan replied.

“My frat brothers rented a couple of rooms.  They’re all probably out and we have a code in case we bring someone back to the room.  Would you want to come up?  We don’t have to do anything.”

“I’ve always been intimidated by guys like you,” Ethan said.

“I promise I'm a nice guy.”

“Okay,” Ethan said.

Brock led the way inside and up to his room.  There was no sock or tie left on the door handle but he still made sure the room was empty before inviting him inside.  Ethan walked through the partially illuminated room to the window.  Outside he could see the city and in the reflection he watched Brock tie a sock to the handle of the door before closing it.

“We’ve got some booze around here.  Do you like whiskey?”

“Jack Daniels,” Ethan replied.

“Of course,” Brock said.

He pulled a bottle from a drawer that was full of clothing, notably a bunch of underwear.  There was never much privacy in hotel rooms, he thought.  Brock poured two drinks into plastic cups from beside the mirror.  He offered one to Ethan who took it and downed it with one attempt.  Even with having drunk the beer the whiskey still burned his lips, his tongue, and felt like a weight that sunk to his stomach.  Brock downed his and made a bitter face.

“Maybe we should give that a break,” Ethan said.  “Why don’t we sit on the bed?”

“Okay,” Brock said.  He took the plastic cup back, threw them both in the trash and set the bottle on the dresser.

They sat next to each other.  Brock was so much bigger than Ethan, he was like a mountain or a tree to climb, Ethan thought.  He looked to the reflection of them in the television that was off.

“So, what did you want to do?” Ethan asked.

“Let’s start with kissing and see where it goes,” Brock said.

It felt so formal, so awkward, they moved towards each other.  It had been over thought, too much anticipation, but their doubts soon disappeared as they grabbed at each other.  Ethan worked his hand up the leg of Brock’s shorts.  Brock grabbed back at his bulge, his ass.  Brock pushed against him and he gave a little before pushing back, pushing harder until he was on top of Brock.  He broke from the kissing.

“I don’t usually bottom,” Ethan said.

“Good, I want you to fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.

“Really?”

“I’ve been checking out your dick all night in that little Speedo.  I’ve been drooling over it.  Fuck me.”

Ethan pushed away for a moment to drop his swimsuit.  He grabbed at Brock’s belt, undid it, and pulled his pants and underwear down.  He grabbed at his thighs, got his hands under his knees and pushed them up to his chest.  He got up on the bed on his knees, put his dick to the other man’s hole.

“Wait, use protection,” Brock said.  “I have something in my nightstand.”

Brock grabbed hold of his own legs as Ethan walked around to the nightstand.  He opened the drawer to find a bunch of condoms and a bottle of lubricant.  He opened a packet, pinched the condom reservoir, slid the material down over his dick, stroked it a few times.  Brock looked at the eight plus inches in the man’s hand and groaned in anticipation.  Ethan opened the lubricant, squirted some on his dick, stroked a few more times as he walked back around to Brock.  He squirted lubricant on Brock’s asshole, rubbed at the tightened skin with his finger as he got up on his knees again.  He moved close, pushed against the opening.  He worked slowly, methodically to push himself inside.  He felt the warmth of him, the tightness of him.

They grabbed at each other.  Brock felt himself being filled, the pressure.  He felt Ethan’s hands on his chest.  This man was feeling his muscles and inside of him at the same time.  Ethan sunk in to his balls, worked himself back out, then back inside.  Brock relaxed to the feeling, the motion, he writhed on the bed.  Ethan leaned down onto him, their sweaty bodies pressed together.

“Are you ready for it?  Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.

Ethan pulled away, turned Brock over onto his side, then onto his chest.  Brock reached back to Ethan’s thighs, his shoulders against the mattress, face pressed into the sheets.  Ethan got up to his feet, started to thrust.  He worked himself into a rhythm, the steady sound of his balls hitting Brock’s balls.  Ethan ran his fingers from Brock’s waist to his shoulders, grabbed at them.  He went hard and deep until his legs strained and he could feel the sweat pooling in the middle of his back and the backs of his knees.  He kept at it as his balls tightened.

Brock moaned with pleasure, groaned with pain but kept demanding more, his hand moved to his own dick and began to play with himself as he was moving to meet Ethan’s thrusts.  His dick slid between his fingers until the sensitive head hit his belly with an eruption of ejaculate.  He felt it shoot from his body down onto the bed.  He felt so empty and so full at the same time.  It wasn’t long after that Ethan felt his own orgasm was imminent.  He dug his fingers into Brock’s skin with the last motion, every muscle in his body strained.  He rested for a moment before pulling out, getting down on his knees he pulled the condom off and tied it before taking it to the bathroom where he tossed it in the garbage.  He walked back awkwardly as his legs felt like they were about to give.  Brock was on his belly but rolled to his side.  Ethan sat next to him, took hold of his softening, sensitive dick, played with it a little as they kissed some more.

“Do you want to sleep for a little bit?” Brock asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can walk very far right now.”

They got under the covers, Ethan put his head on Brock’s chest.  It wasn’t long before they were both asleep.  In fact they slept a little too long and were awoken by the sound of knocking on the door.  Ethan looked to the sun coming through the open curtains, to the clock by the bed.  He groaned in frustration.  He wished he had gotten out of there sooner as that was probably Brock’s frat brothers, maybe even someone who shared the room.  He looked to the door and then it happened, there was the slide of a keycard and the lock unfastened, the door opened.

Two young men pushed their way inside the room.  They looked like jocks.  Ethan made sure he was covered by the sheet as he lay on his back and watched them enter.  The men looked to Ethan, then to Brock who was just opening his eyes.

“This is awkward,” Ethan said.

“Don’t worry, we all know he’s gay,” one of them said.

“Yeah, it’s cool with us.”

“Okay,” Ethan replied.

“Got yourself some ass last night,” the first one said.

If they only knew, thought Ethan.

“Hey we’re going down to the pool to work off this hangover.  Do you guys want to come down?”

“Maybe, we have to get something to eat first,” Brock said.

“Well you can’t stay in bed all day,” the other frat boy said.

They searched the dresser for some swim trunks, found them, and then walked out of the room making sure to pull the door closed behind them.

“Do you want to join them?  They’re okay guys.”

“I guess, I mean if it’s okay.  I don’t know.  I think I have a swimsuit around here somewhere.”