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Jake was the reason that so many heads turned when we walked down the street together. Men and women. They all wanted to be him or be with him. And lucky me, I was the one who had him on his arm.
I can't say I blame them for looking. My baby is fucking gorgeous, a naturally handsome brunet with dark brooding eyes and a smile that could make the pipe strip naked. Add to that a body he maintained at the gym three days a week and you have a walking wet dream right out of a porn flick.
Whenever we'd go out for dinner I would imagine all the guys who were undressing him with their eyes stealing my man into a corner where they'd make out with him while all I could do is watch him melt like butter. I had to control my desires otherwise I'd have a lump to explain and I'd rather not spoil a glamorous evening. Just the same, I'd record the hot guys on the room in my mind for a vigorous hand job session later. What can I say, I am a kinky critter.
I got the chance to visit Miami for business and I was able to talk my boss into letting me take Jake along with me. We hadn't been able to take any vacation time in the past two years and this trip was long overdue. The three day business trip was extended into a week long visit in the sun. During the first three days while I attended meetings Jake puttered around the hotel, working out in the gym and tanning by the rooftop pool.
Once my work was done we ventured out to immerse ourselves in the city's culture. We walked around the downtown area and over to the beaches where the most amazing guys were. After our first day walking the beach, Jake wanted to try out a local gym to catch the flavor. I was more afraid of catching a venereal disease.
We got a locker and stowed our stuff as we strutted into the main section to work out. Jake wanted to work on his legs so I, along with every horny man in the city, was treated to him stretching and flexing his glutes in the most provocative way possible.
And the guys noticed him. It was as if the gym shit down as he moved amongst equipment pieces with men who were more muscular and masculine than me gathering around to drink their refreshments or just wipe sweat off their brows as they watched Jake lifting weights with full bubble butt muscles.
It was intoxicating as fuck for me to see so many desirable men drooling over my man as he worked out and my mind went into overdrive picturing the studs stealing him away from me and showing him how they welcomed desirable sluts in the deep south. I was definitely going to be beating off as soon as I could get some alone time. These dark haired daddies were giving me a constant chub as we worked out.
When Jake finally completed his workout he said he wanted to try out the sauna. The signs said we needed to shower first so we headed to the showers to rinse off. When I saw that the room was a communal set up, I became aroused again. To keep things low key, I claimed a nozzle a few away from Jake so he didn't see just what a depraved slut his baby was. I mean he knew, but he didn't need a constant reminder of it.
As we washed up, one of the more courageous voyeurs from the floor joined us under the nozzles. I looked over to see him take a spot right beside Jake and as the water poured down on top of his head he looked over at my baby and smiled. Jake saw this and smiled back.
He said hello and that his name was Eduardo. Then as he scrubbed his hairy belly with some soap he asked if Jake was visiting? My man just grinned and said he was and was thoroughly enjoying the city.
Eduardo asked if he had gotten the famous Boca greeting, and thinking that he was referring to something from Boca Raton, Jake smiled and replied he hadn't.
Eduardo gasped and offered to rectify the situation and Jake, who was taken by the forwardness of Eduardo said he would be delighted to experience a Boca greeting.
Eduardo looked at me quickly with a glint in his eye as he stepped over and grasped Jake's hand before wrapping his other hand around Jake's head and brought him in for a soul draining kiss under Jake's shower head. It was then I remembered some Spanish from my high school class and recalled that Boca meant mouth.
As the stranger began to swivel his neck as he kissed my man, I could see his mouth muscles flexing as his tongue was dueling with Jake's. I heard the groaning as Jake wrestled him back trying to claim the dominant role but Eduardo had a good six inches of height on him. As the hot daddy pressed his position, I could see his string tanned arm sliding down Jake's back until he had a handful of the tight muscles ass cheeks that were on display on the floor.
The two of them broke apart in a series of suction noes as their mouths made small kisses with each other while Jake's hand slid through the forest on his new friend's chest. His hand slipped through the curls followed by Jake's handsome face with his mouth sucking tightly on a nipple it found poking out in front of him.
Eduardo released a contented sigh as he let Jake suckle his tit like an infant. After a bit his strong arms urged Jake to continue his venture down his torso until he was face to face with a seriously threatening looking uncut erection. It bobbed in front of his face as Jake settled to his knees under the shower.
Jake tentatively stuck out his tongue which was last investigating a prominent nipple only now to test the saltiness of a leaking cock. Judging from the contented moan, it met his approval as he wrapped his lips around the eager intruder and began bobbing his head under the spray.
Eduardo leaned his back against the shower wall behind him as he placed his hands on Jake's shoulders, massaging them as my man massaged his dick with his tongue. As Jake continued to suck the large member, Eduardo rubbed my baby's shoulders, then back as he bent over and reached down to feel his intended target. As Jake got heavily vested in his blowjob, Eduardo had him stand up and bend over to give him better access to his hole.
I watched with an aching cock as I saw Eduardo's fingers work their way into Jake's pink portal. As he breached the hole I heard Jake groan in excitement, feeling the long finger invade his asshole. Our new friend stood their with one hand holding Jake's head against his crotch while his other diddled the opening he was planning on wrecking with his weapon of ass destruction.
Eduardo suddenly popped his throbbing prick out of Jake's mouth and spun my baby around so that he was facing the other direction. He then lined up his saliva coated prick with the digitally stretched hole and in one fluid movement slid into Jake's ass and gripped his hips to aid in burying his bone as deep as it was willing to go.
Jake let out a howl from the surprise entry which caused two more of the lookers from the gym floor to come running. When they saw Eduardo planted up Jake's ass, they smiled and quickly ditched their gym shorts and joined him under the shower. Jake looked up at them and their rapidly expanding boners and grinned. They stepped closer and gave Jake their hips to grab as he was further hollowed out by Eduardo's cock.
As he bottomed out up Jake's ass, Eduardo gave a high five to one of the guys as the other grabbed Jake's head and directed it onto his cock now waving in his face. The groaning gave way to slurping as the guys set up a rhythm to their shower spit they were performing. Jake was now also giving the third guy a hand job while he was completely absorbed in getting his sexual freak on.
The Latino men were rapid fire speaking in Spanish as they used my man like a top notch sex toy that the gym owner had added to the shower room. The two guys in the front swapped places in Jake's mouth a couple times while the three of them kissed each other over Jake's back.
Fifteen minutes and two cum loads from me later, the fellow in Jake's mouth unloaded a lengthy burst of Spanish before blasting his load into my baby's mouth. His friend shot his load on the left side of Jake's handsome face. This triggered my man to an orgasm as I saw a quick blast spurt out of his cock and paint the second fellow's hairy leg.
The orgasm caused Jake to clench his ass which in turn tightly gripped Eduardo's pecker, which was already ready to shoot. He shouted aloud as he came, breeding my man's hole. The three guys held Jake as he struggled to stay on his feet under the hot spray of water. The four of them laughed as they took soaping each other up before finally leaving the shower.
I hugged my baby as he dried off and I whispered into his ear if he still wanted to go sit in the steam room. He smiled as he gave me the bird and said that he wanted to just go back to the room and take a nap.
It was all Ben Summer's fault. He's Matt's work friend and they are thick as thieves. As soon as he heard about any trends, he would be sharing it with Matt and I could guarantee that within a week they would be following it. Such was the latest craze of wearing black leather dog collars.
Now granted, it was a hot looking thing. And the way Matt kept his body in top notch shape, it was a perfect addition to his look. As he stood before me wearing the twenty- five dollar strip of leather around his neck I at first thought it was ridiculous. Then he removed his Taylor Swift concert T-shirt and I saw how the black leather strip looked against his muscular chest and I stepped back with a renewed appreciation. He looked hot. Correction, hotter than usual.
He decided to wear his new look out that Saturday as we decided to go walking downtown and then over to Warner Park to stroll through our favorite grounds. As we passed folks many conversations stopped to admire Matt in his new outfit. I gotta say, I wasn't surprised. His muscular chiseled chest was enough to catch your eye, but that collar, that collar just completed the picture. I actually couldn't wait for my friends to see him like this. They were going to be so fucking jealous!!
As we entered the park, I saw how Matt attracted the visitors like he had done so on the downtown streets as we window shopped. Only here there were a higher percentage of gay men so this would be a testing grounds for the look. And it looked like it was a hit. As we strolled along the duck pond we caught the eyes of a group of buff black men who were enjoying a picnic of sorts. They were mostly gym rats from the looks of things as they all tended to be jacked like they were grooming to be body builders.
I could tell that catching their eyes was having a positive effect on Matt as he seemed to positively glow in the admiration of the fellows. He insisted in showing off and starting scampering from me, playfully pulling away before I caught him and earned my kiss as a reward. It was a silly game we played, but it was still fun.
Finally I caught up to him and he let me give him a big wet soul full kiss in the afternoon sun. It was great fun. Unfortunately I also felt a spasm telling me that I needed to go piss so I kissed Matt again and told him I would be right back and headed off to the restroom.
When I returned a few minutes later, I at first didn't see Matt anywhere. The tables were all empty under the nearby shelter and I didn't see his tanned frame anywhere. I cupped my mouth to give him a holler when I looked toward the pond and saw him standing there with the muscle gods talking. Figures. He found his admirers and decided to let them adore him. The guys were all admiring his smooth chest, running their hands on it as well as his back. A couple were even so bold to stroke his hair and slide down to pat his equally attractive ass cheeks. My man could be so incorrigible.
As I strolled over to the pavilion they were in, I saw that the guys noticed me and one of the more muscular guys grabbed something from his backpack and before my eyes, clipped a leash onto Matt's collar. I stopped in my tracks as I realized that this indeed completed his ensemble. I was impressed and realized that we'd need to stop somewhere and get one too.
As I got near enough to hear them talking, I heard someone say that Curtis caught himself a fine looking stray at the park today. Then a big black man stepped over to Matt and stroked his hair and said he was a good boy. Then he forcibly told Matt to sit.
I stopped in my tracks as I watched my baby drop to his knees and sit beside the ebony master.he looked up from the ground with an expectant look and smiled when Curtis stroked his soft dark curls with his broad hand.
As I approached the table, I called out to Matt to see if he was ready to to go home, thinking this would reestablish boundaries. However it had the opposite effect. The big man stood there with his leash still attached and said that I was mistaken. This is Butch. He's my new dog I found wandering the park.
I told him that he was being ridiculous as this was my boyfriend, Matt. He turned to Matt and looked him over and said that this fine beast was running free in the park. In fact I saw him running away from you like you were a horrible owner and it was only my buddies who kept me from rescuing him earlier. As soon as he was free of you, I called him over and he came to me like he found his true master.
I stroked him and told him what a good boy he was as I searched his collar for ID but there was none. I couldn't believe someone would endanger his life by letting him run free in a public park. Not to mention the leash law that the city has. I suppose I should call animal control and report him but he seems so happy with his new master. Don't ya, boy?
Matt looked up in confusion until a black hand stroked him behind his ear and a grin spread across his face. Then the muscular man turned to Matt and asked him if he wanted a treat. As Matt started to stand up, Curtis reached to his track pants and pulled out his thick dick and let it hang before Matt's astonished face. It was a good seven inches hanging down over the waist line and it was growing as it expanded to its stiff size.
Curtis told him that he could have it. He was a good boy and Daddy was proud of how well behaved he was. Then he reached out and scratched Matt behind the ear and told him to go ahead, Butch, you earned it. The group around us scooted in closer as Matt reached out held the hard member at the root before guiding the tip to his eager mouth. As Matt's lips encircled the tip a growling whoop went up as the guys all celebrated.
As the hollers raged, my husband was busy slobbering over the hard cock now front and center in his face. He was sucking his new master now encouraged by the chatter of the other guys around him. As he got a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of the cock Matt tried to pull off for a second but Curtis held the leash taut and kept him in place. He stroked Matt's head as he told him it was okay that he got a little messy. It was his first time with such a big bone. He's going to have lots of time to get used to it when he gets him home. Your brothers are going to enjoy welcoming you to the kennel.
A loud laugh said that Rufus was going to be loving having a new bitch. Ever since you sold that Puerto Rican doggy that tried to chew his way out of the compound, he's been lonely. Yes, Butch, Daddy has a spot just for you! Now take your bone all the way down so you get big and strong like Daddy likes!
Matt didn't have any choice as the leash held his mouth up against the base of the thick hardon while the shaft was buried in his mouth and throat. Curtis hunched over and rabbit punched my baby's face with his hips before standing straight and hollering a low gutteral cry as he unloaded down his sputtering throat. Cum shot out Matt's mouth around the thick shaft, but the majority of the load was swallowed into his gullet.
As Curtis regained his composure, he smiled at his buddies and told them it was time to go. If we hurry, I can still make it to Cliff's vet shop and get my new guy chipped. Then he turned to face me and asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to my former boyfriend?
I just looked at a happy Matt with cum drying in his face and just shook my head. The fellows chuckled and mentioned that I was just a fucking pussy anyway as the group led Matt to a couple SUVs parked at the front of the grounds. The last thing I saw was Matt turned to look at me, before he climbed into the grey SUV . That was the last time I saw him. I reported him missing but how could I tell the police about the details? He went down as a missing individual who probably just ran away from his reality.
I started visiting the dog pound a month later to try and replace him, but every time I stared into the face of the mutt, I saw my Matty sucking a black dick as he was being pet by a stranger.
When I came out to my folks it was a tense time. Mom was completely in my court but Dad had his time dealing with the fact that his son was one of those queers that he and his buddies talked so disparaging about. It took some time, but he finally came to accept me as a gay man, but it took me moving away and allowing things to play out.
This allowed him to see that I was no different from who I was growing up, just happier now that I didn't have to keep a facade up to hide a big portion of myself from the world. He came to the understanding that this is who I am. And the distance allowed me to become more of who I am. I developed some friends who were like me, young freaks looking for a top to fuck me like the slut I am. Turns out, we shared similar tastes in men as well. None of us were into the effeminate twinks who spent most of their free time trying to make themselves pretty little things. We were guys and we wanted to bed down other guys, which usually meant older fellows who had been around the block a few times.
I ended up dating a few guys but nothing that lasted very long. Each time I swore I found the one only to have him tear my heart out. My friends were good for emotional support over a few drinks but to soothe my broken spirit I found an ally in my neighbor, Mr. Warren.
He was an older gay man, about my dad's age, who lived in the house next door to my little piece of real estate in suburbia. He talked me through a few break ups and helped me see that I was a worthy man who got screwed by one of life's assholes. We often would spend a weekend night drinking a beer on one or the other's back porch. In a way he was a surrogate dad for me and I was the son he never had.
This was my life for a few years. Work during the week and go out on the weekend, with an occasional period of dating. Throw in the phone calls home to touch base with my parents and there you had me wrapped up in a nutshell.
That was fine until I got the phone call which disrupted everything. Dad was retired and bored as fuck. Mom got tired of him being under her feet day in, day out, so she urged him to visit me. Fuck!!
I love my dad but I was so different now from when I was living in a fake reality. I wasn't ready to go back into a closet to make his version of me clean enough to meet his approval. Mr. Warren hit me with a reality check. He urged me to just be myself. He told me that he didn't see a hedonistic lifestyle that I should be ashamed of. And if he didn't approve, well, he didn't have to live it, did he?
Besides, I was probably placing him on a pedestal he didn't want to be on. He would probably enjoy letting his hair down around your friends and just being a regular guy. You might be surprised.
Turns out, he was right. Dad was cool about me and my life. I am gay. It's a part of me, but it's not the only part. Once I got comfortable about that things were a lot more relaxed. Dad got to see where I worked and met my buddies. He instantly fit in with them as they tried to get as many embarrassing stories about me out of him that they could. It was at this point that I discovered something I wish I hadn't.
My friends not only liked having dad around, the group of sexual deviants were completely attracted to him. The guys would fight over who got to sit next to him and I could swear I saw their hands going to places they shouldn't.
Now dad had been cool about my friends being gay but I couldn't expect him to put up with them hitting on him. When it was decided that they would come over for a fun in the sun party in my back yard, the last thing I was going to do was serve him up in a pair of shorts for their horny delights.
I cornered Mr. Warren about what I should do. He told me that it was a pickle. Didn't want to come across as a buzz kill, but didn't want dad to think that all we thought about was having sex. Then he suggested he could play a chaperone role for me. While I kept an eye on the guys, he would be more than glad to keep my dad company. I thought about it for a moment, then I saw in my mind the group of us running around the backyard in skimpy swimsuits while dad and Mr. W. sat on the back porch with cold beers. I could see things going in a safe and nonsexual way. Yes that would work.
Saturday saw everyone at my place wearing next to nothing while we all enjoyed a sun filled day. My friends were all wearing just swim suits and in the case of Ronny, it was almost just dental floss. Dad and Mr. W. We're down to just shorts and I couldn't help but notice how much alike they looked. Both were beefy dudes with more hair below their heads than on it. Of course the guys all wanted to sit on Dad's lap but I strictly forbade that idea.
I got my frisbee out and we tossed it around and before I knew it, Ben had grabbed my garden hose and was spraying the guys. It was all good fun and I saw Dad and Mr. W. On the porch laughing at us being the fools.
I set up a game of jarts that I had found at a garage sale a while back and we battled to see which team could get their lethal weapons into their targets. This was great fun for all of us as we could be athletic without straining. About a half hour later I turned to ask dad if he and Mr. W. Wanted to play the winners only to find the back porch empty.
Huh. Guess they must've gone inside for something. When they still hadn't come back out after another fifteen minutes, I chose to break off and go check on them. I entered through the kitchen but didn't see them. I turned into the living room to see Dad standing by a chair while Mr. W. was kissing him while rubbing his hairy dad bod.
To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year. I don't know why, but I never thought of either of them as sexual beings. But here they were with dads arms wrapped around my neighbor's hairy body, holding him tightly as he ran his tongue all through his mouth. The two salt and pepper beards met in a flurry of lips as the two men kissed like teenagers on a hayride.
Dad pulled off from the kiss as he lowered his face to bury it in the thicket of chest hair. He moved his face through the fuzz until his nose ran over a pert nipple and his mouth opened and scooped it in for a personal suckling. As he worked the thick chest Mr. W. groaned and looked over at me standing in the doorway. He grinned like the cat who caught the bird and held Dad's head in place against his tit.He continued to grin at my discomfort as he ran his thick calloused hand over the hair covering dad's back until he reached the waistline of dad's shorts. He slid his fingers under the material as he began to feel my old man's hairy ass crack. I heard dad moan as the fingers invade his nether region and Mr. Warren slid the shorts down over dad's round ass cheeks.
Dad released the nipple from his mouth as he raised back up and kissed my neighbor again like a long lost lover. While they kissed dad stepped out of his shorts and then led Mr. W.into his bedroom. Five seconds later Mr. W's blue shorts came sailing out the door and I heard the bed squeak as the two lay down on it. I heard dad's low voice rumble a "fuck, yeah" just before a steady rhythm was pounded out by the bed springs.
I slowly approached to see the action. It was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn't stop myself from spying on dad. He was always such a straight laced man while I was growing up that I just couldn't wrap my head around him having sex, let alone gay sex.
As I peeked into my spare bedroom, I saw the two older guys combined in a sixty-nine with Mr.W. on top of my dad, humping his meaty ass into my dad's welcoming mouth. Mr. W. meanwhile was swallowing my old man's rod down to the root while prodding my dad's hungry hole with his thick middle finger. Dad's knees folded up around my neighbor's head as he came closer and closer to shooting.
As I stared at Mr. W. in the eyes, he took dad to the base once more as he twisted his finger around in dad's hole. I watched dad's balls contract and heard him moaning around the cock in his mouth. Mr. W. pulled a tight suction and his cheeks hollowed out while dad lost his control over himself and erupted into into my neighbor's mouth and throat.
He made a big production of swallowing all the cum as he tongued the dregs off the stiff member sticking up into his face. As Mr. D. got off dad, he swiveled his body around so that he was now standing over dad's lower half with his hardon throbbing in the air between them. Dad reached up and pumped the cock with his fist before looking up at Mr. W. He gasped when he saw me standing in the doorway but my neighbor just told him that he could can the histrionics. He's already watched you flood my mouth with your cum and now he's gonna see his old man take a cock up his ass like a seasoned pro. Right, Dwight?
Dad was quiet and then he raised his legs and placed his feet on Mr. W.s shoulders. "That's a good boy! Now open for Daddy!".
I saw my neighbor force the head of his uncut duck into my dad's hole. He paused briefly before grabbing his legs as he pushed his hips forward, driving his cock into the accepting hole. Dad growled out loud before he uttered his complaint for Mr. W. to fuck his ass. Fuck it hard and deep, you bastard!
For two older guys, I was truly amazed at the sheer drive they both had as they worked together to the goal of breeding my dad's hole full of cum. And they both wanted it.
Dad was curled up on his back now with the cock buried in his hairy Honeypot. "Take it, Dwight! Take every fucking thick inch, you fucking whore. Be my fuck bitch and I'll breed your hole"
Dad just moaned at the excitement of hearing this rugged man talk like that to him. His cock was hard again and as he was being ridden by this tough old man, he pounded out another load from his balls.
"I'm going to fucking flood your guts while your son watches you get used, you sexy fucker."
Dad groaned as he looked over at me with my pecker in my hand and I could see he was close to coming again. Mr. W. asked him if he was ready to shoot, because he was too. Then Dad sped up his jacking as he moaned aloud that he was going to come. As he reached the point of eruption, he let loose a holler of completion while cum shit out of his cock and coated his belly hair in jizz.
Mr. W. saw this and let out his own groan in reply as he buried his cock up dad's ass. I saw his balls congregate around Dad's opening as the stud's dick did what it was designed to do... delivered a large load of semen deep inside my dad. He shook in response to the sudden hypersensitivity his cock head experience.
He lay forward over dad's cum coated chest and rubbed the mess into both their belly fur. As they lay like that, they ended their session like they began it by kissing each other as their sweaty bodies cooled off.
“I’m glad you could join us, son,” my dad greeted me, standing in front of his old camper, holding hands with his 19-year-old boyfriend Jax. They were even dressed similarly, I noted. “Jax and I have been looking forward to this trip,” Dad smiled. “I want the two most important men in my life to get to know each other.” In that moment, I didn’t realize that getting to know my dad’s new boyfriend would mean sticking my big dick in the little slut.
It had been a year of upheaval for Dad. With his fiftieth birthday on the horizon, he had divorced my mom and started fucking one of his male students at the university where he taught—probably not in that exact order. And now Dad and his new boy toy were an official couple.
“Jax is—uh—just a little younger than you,” Dad told me over the phone when he broke the news to me.
“Dad—the boy is only nineteen, according to Mom,” I protested. “He’s six years younger than me—and not even half your age.”
“Age is just a number,” Dad insisted. “I think you’re really going to like him, which is why I’ve asked Jax to join us on our trip in the camper this summer.”
“What?” I gasped. The annual trip had always been just Dad and me. Never my mom. Never any of my buddies. Never any of my girlfriends. “Why do you get to bring your new boyfriend?” I demanded.
Dad ignored my pleas and overruled all my objections in the weeks leading up to the trip. And it took all my strength to go through with the ordeal when I arrived to Dad’s house in early June to meet Jax for the first time and begin our annual summer adventure.
“I’m glad you could join us, son,” Dad greeted me, standing in front of his camper, holding hands with Jax. They were even dressed similarly. Fucking shoot me.
We drove up into the mountains the first day, an awkward, polite silence taking hold between us as we did a long hike. We stopped at a few vistas, Dad asking me to take photos of him and Jax while they held hands, sometimes kissing—with tongue. It was a difficult pill to swallow.
The sleeping arrangements had caused some consternation. The camper had a pullout bed in the back that slept two comfortably, three not so much. But Dad was determined to make it work. I had brought a small pup tent and a sleeping bag to sleep outside of the camper, weather permitting.
Dad pulled into one of our favorite campsites that first day and quickly built a campfire. After a dinner of hot dogs roasted over the fire, the stars shining bright above us, Dad pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam, passing it between the three of us.
“So, why don’t you tell me how you two started—uh—dating?” I asked taking a swig of bourbon as Dad and Jax huddled together opposite me.
“I sucked his cock at a gloryhole on campus,” Jax laughed. “The one in the basement of the science library.”
“To be fair—I just needed to drop a quick load,” Dad interjected. “I didn’t know that Jax was my student at the time.”
“I knew,” Jax giggled. “I recognized you through the gloryhole and knew I had scored when you pushed that big cock through to me.”
“Jax dropped my class right after that,” Dad shared. “The university has no issue with students and professors—uh—fraternizing, as long as they don’t have an academic connection.”
“We certainly had a connection,” Jax groped Dad’s cock lasciviously through his pants. My dad then crossed his legs to hide his raging boner.
Dad quickly changed the subject, peppering me with questions about work—“It’s okay”—and asking if I was seeing (fucking) any new girls—“Not really.” I had to admit that it was difficult to see my dad so happily in love when my own sex life had been shit lately.
“Well,” Dad stretched, “I think Jax and I are gonna hit the camper for a little couple time.” This occurrence had been discussed in advance with Dad—that I would give them an hour or so alone in the camper each night before bedtime to, well, fuck.
“Have fun,” I wished them awkwardly.
“Oh—we will,” Jax winked back at me, the little cock slut.
The festivities inside the camper started almost immediately. I tried not to listen, really I did. But it was hard to ignore the persistent moans and grunts of ecstasy pouring out of the open windows, the camper shaking from side to side, and carnal outbursts of:
“Yeah, suck my big cock. Get it ready for your tight hole.”
“Mmm, fuck me. You’re big dick feels so good in my cunt.”
“Yeah, open that pussy for me. You’re about to get my load.”
“Breed me. Fucking seed my ass.”
“Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”
After about forty-five minutes of live porn being broadcast to the campsite, Dad and Jax finally quieted. Soon, the door to the camper opened. Dad emerged naked into the cool night air, his big cock swinging between his legs, glistening wet. He had always been proud of his incredible body and was somewhat of an exhibitionist.
Dad approached me at the campfire, his spent cock inches from my face, a drop of cum defying gravity at the tip. In his hand he held a joint. He took a toke and then handed it to me. We passed it back and forth for a few minutes in silence before Dad blurted out, “Jax wants you to fuck him.”
“What?” I gasped incredulously. “You told him I’m not gay, right? That I don’t fuck guys.”
“Well, to be fair, I didn’t fuck guys either until a year ago,” Dad laughed in a burst of smoke.
“Dad—I’m not about to—”
“When did you last have some pussy?” Dad cut me off, passing the joint back to me. “When did you last get off without your right hand doing all the work?”
“I—I dunno,” I took a toke, the smoke exiting my nasal passages in a thin stream. “It’s been awhile.”
“I’m betting it was Alexa—the last you had some poontang,” he guessed correctly. “And you two broke up over two years ago.”
“It’s not easy, Dad,” I tried to argue. “I try to put myself out there but—”
“You just need to get back in the saddle,” Dad cut me off. “And just so you know, there’s a horse in that camper that wants you to ride him hard.”
“I think that horse has already been broken,” I poked fun at his metaphor.
“Yeah, I just fuckin’ beat that horse to death,” Dad laughed boastfully. “But seriously, son. You just need to get laid. Go in there and fuck that boy. He’s got a sweet cunt. And he thinks it would be good for us all if you fucked him. Sex is a powerful bond.”
“You—you seriously want me to fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “You’re not going to be weirded out by it? You’re not gonna act all pissed off at me afterwards?”
“Of course not,” Dad assured me. “Jax is young and has an insatiable sex drive—far out pacing this old timer’s libido,” he laughed. “I try to keep up with him, but sometimes I enjoy taking a break and letting another man use his hole. I kind of like being cucked, I guess. And who better to cuck me than my own son?”
This wasn’t the first time that I’d been given the opportunity to fuck a guy. A dude on my lacrosse team in high school came out to me and then promptly offered up his ass. A fraternity brother tried to get me to fuck him late one night while we were drunk and watching porn. And I had lost count of the many, many guys at the gym who, after seeing my big one in the showers, had offered to bend over for me.
But what all those offers had in common was that my response was always: “No, thanks. I’m good.” And I was good. I was handsome, athletic, and hung like fuck. Pussy was easy for me. And then, one day, it simply wasn’t easy anymore. But maybe it was all in my head? Maybe Dad was right? Maybe I just needed to get back in the saddle and get my mojo back?
Maybe I just needed to fuck Jax?
“Look, son,” Dad continued, taking a deep drag on the joint as he stared into the fire. “I think if you’d just open up your mind to the possibility of sex with a man, then you will find that—”
“I’ll do it,” I blurted out, cutting him off. “I’ll fuck your boyfriend—I’ll fuck Jax.”
Jax was on the pullout bed in the back of the camper when I entered. He was on his stomach, Dad’s pearly cum leaking from his used hole. Stripping off my shirt and stepping out of my shorts, I was quickly upon him, my big dick raging to be inside his sloppy hole.
“I was hoping you’d come in here and fuck me,” Jax moaned, turning his face back towards me as he raised his ass slightly, giving me better access to his hole. “Damn, you’re just as hung as your dad,” he observed astutely. “Get that big dick in me.”
Not needing any further invitation, I climbed between his legs. Planking above his ass, my arms pushed into the mattress on either side of Jax, I lined up my dick with his gaping hole and slid right into him.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, finally enjoying the warm embrace of a wet hole after a prolonged dry spell. “Dad was right—you do have a sweet cunt,” I marveled, delivering some initial deep thrusts, testing out Dad’s new fuck toy.
“It’s all yours,” Jax taunted, grinding his ass into me, my balls mashed against his hole. “Fucking wreck my cunt with that big dick. Show me what you got,” he dared me.
And so I reared myself upwards, my hands at the small of his back, just above his ass, all my weight upon him. I was going to give Jax what he wanted—I was going to fucking wreck him.
Instantly, I began to jackhammer his sloppy cunt. A wet thwack echoed inside the camper as I pounded his hole mercilessly, Dad’s cum driven more and more out of Jax’s used hole with each forceful thrust into his bowels.
“That’s it, son,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear. His hands were on my shoulders, massaging me like I was a boxer about to go into the ring. “Fuck his ass,” Dad hissed in my ear. “Fucking destroy his boy pussy.”
Emboldened by my father’s directive, I fucking let loose on Jax. In college, I had a reputation for being a bit of a fuck boy, mindlessly smashing whatever pussy came my way with complete disregard for the bitches themselves. I found myself channeling that old version of me, hammering Jax’s quivering cunt into submission with a violent intensity.
“FUCK,” Jax screamed, pushing himself up onto all fours as I moved my hands to his shoulders, digging into his flesh while I continued to pummel him relentlessly. “You’re getting me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he cried out, his hard dick bobbing up and down between his legs in rhythmic unison with each drive I delivered into his cunt. “I’m so close.”
“Make that bitch cum,” Dad was in my ear again. “Make him shoot his load with your big cock buried in his guts.”
I delivered a rapid succession of thrusts, battering his bowels as his sphincter began to throb around the base of my thick cock. “FUCK—I’m cumming,” he screamed, his load spraying all over the sheet as I continued to plow him. I could feel every pulse of his orgasm, his fuck canal contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was mind-blowing and orgasm inducing.
“Cum with him,” Dad demanded in my ear, my load rising in my shaft, my balls beginning to throb. “Breed that bitch while he writhes and screams on your big rod.”
“Get ready for it, Jax,” I growled, my load imminent. “You’re about to get my nut.”
“Breed me,” Jax begged, his knees giving out, my weight driving his body into the mattress as his orgasm finished and mine commenced. “Fucking seed my hole.”
“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, giving one last, deep thrust as my cock erupted in his depths, my load spraying into his wrecked cunt. My seed spewed forth in the little slut, uniting with the load my dad had left behind, our shared DNA mixing together like some mutant experiment. “FUCK,” I continued to grunt until my balls had stopped throbbing, the last of my load deposited into Jax.
“Well done, son,” Dad slapped me proudly on the back as I pulled out of Jax, my load—and Dad’s—gushing from that used cunt. “You did good, son. Now it’s my turn for another round,” Dad announced, shoving me out of the way as he plunged his big cock into Jax’s sloppy hole.
The night stretched on from there, Dad and I taking turns as we dumped load after load into Jax, the boy always begging for more. I felt alive again, the master of my big cock once more. Sex had completely transformed me, restoring my lost confidence and self-esteem. And I had my dad to thank for this new lease on life.
We got dressed up in denim jeans and button-downs the next evening for a night out at Armadillo’s, a honky-tonk bar and restaurant that Dad always loved to visit on our trip. After fucking Jax the night before, I had reclaimed my mojo and was ready to score some pussy again.
In no time, I had a hot, blonde bitch in boots and Daisy Dukes flirting with me, pushing her big tits up against me on the dance floor. And so I lured her back to the old camper, parked just across the street. With her boots wrapped around my meaty ass, I pounded out my nut into her baggy cunt.
“There’s the man,” Dad high-fived me after the bitch and I had done our walk of shame back to the bar, parting ways inside as she loudly told her friends that I was hung like a motherfucker. “Did you enjoy her pussy?” Dad inquired.
“It was alright,” I shrugged. “To be honest, I think I’d rather dump a load in Jax again later tonight, if you don’t mind.”
“Mind?” Dad laughed, gesturing to Jax out on the dance floor, two studs in cowboy hats grinding up against him. “It looks like Jax is organizing a pretty hot gang bang for us all tonight.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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Part 1
I made the mistake of drinking with my dad at a bar while we were visiting my grandma in Phoenix. Not that I don’t like my dad, but I tend to talk too much when I get drunk. And while we sat there in the dark tavern, I spilled my sexual secrets with him while he told me things about his past.
He mentioned that before he got married to my mom, he used to be fucking broads left and right. Wasn’t a day that went by that a soft pair of lipsticked lips were pulling a load from my balls. And then the way the cried out when I plugged their asses. But you see, if you wanted Big Tim’s pecker up your pussy, then you had to let him dip into your ass. God I love a tight hole wrapped around my cock.
And stupid me, I let it slip that my boyfriend Geoffrey was willing to suck me but he couldn’t go very far or for very long before he was gagging and coughing which ended up turning me off. I of course would never hurt his feelings, but I do a lot of digital stimulation in the bathroom.
I do get excited when I get him to shoot but I’m afraid I haven’t even fucked his ass yet and it’s really nice and muscular. I just see him and think about the gagging and I go limp.
We commiserated over this as we continued to imbibe. In fact I had forgotten about things and when I returned home to LA my life continued on as before. Two weeks later I received a text from Dad asking if I could drive mom around to do her Saturday shopping and tea, a habit she had gotten into last summer and never stopped. I really didn’t want to and asked if Chris, my younger brother could do it and dad told me that he was helping him with a project.
That figures, he always gets excused from having to do things he doesn’t want to do. I agreed and told Geoffrey when I got home that I wouldn’t be able to hang with him on Saturday, as was our usual plans. He said it was okay but he wanted to go out for dinner then on Sunday. That sounded like a good plan and I figured that I had everything planned away.
Wrong.
On Friday night dad called me and asked if Geoff was available to help him and Chris in the morning. A few extra things popped up and they needed a third to finish it. I replied that he wasn’t very good with tools and such but dad said they needed someone who has a good head for numbers and doesn’t Geoff work at a bank?
I saw their point and so did Geoff so I agreed to drop him off when I came by to pick up mom. That night I didn’t sleep well, as something kept nagging in the back of my mind. The next morning we both got up early and showered together before Geoff fixed us some malt-o-meal with toast.
We arrived at my folks place and I exchanged my baby for my mother. She was looking radiant and had that visa glow which said she was about to empty dad’s coffers. As we headed off to the upscale stores where I trailed behind her with my arms loaded down with the growing collection of bags.
Meanwhile, Geoff was settling in at my dad’s place as he walked into the kitchen to find them eating their breakfast. Dad offered some to my honey but he politely declined.
As they finished up, Geoff looked around for some clue as to what he’d be doing but really was confused. Finally as they rose from the table he asked dad just what numbers he needed crunching? Dad chuckled and said that the numbers that he needed to focus on were 7 and 8. Then he explained that he knew about the gag issue and he and Chris were going to train him to take cocks today, all the way down. Turn him into a fucking cocksucker supreme.
You’ll start on Chris’s 7 inch pecker and once you get it mastered then I’m going to step in and finesse you with my uncut eight incher. Then to reward you for working so hard to overcome this issue, we’re going to spit roast you and get that ass open for business. Mikey is right, it’s a beauty!!
Geoff was caught off guard but when Chris dropped his trousers and took a seat at kitchen chair pulled out, he saw this as a win win. He wanted to get rid of his gag reflex and he always had a secret crush on Mike’s dad even before they became an item.
He knelt before his partners little brother and held the thickening cock in his right hand. It was hot as it pulled under his grip and he leaned in to get a good sniff of the taboo territory. He rubbed the dick all over his face as he sat back and stuck his tongue out to begin his tasting lesson. As his flat tongue stuck out he slid it along the broad underside of his honey’s brother’s cock. He was enjoying the flavor of the salty prong as his tongue pressed against the thick tube that ran along the bottom. When he reached the top of the dick a sweet dollop of precum was awaiting him for his efforts and he greedily slurped it up before it dropped to the floor.
He did this a few more times listening to Mike’s dad, Sam, tell him to make sure and get it good and slick with spit. As he reached the tip again, Sam told him to kiss the head. Make love to it with his tongue and slowly bring it inside your mouth for safe keeping,
Geoff followed the directions as he kissed the tip again and again each time his mouth loosening until his full lips were slowly surrounding the glistening tip until it eventually disappeared behind his untrained lips.
When he achieved this goal, Sam rewarded him with praise as he instructed him to slowly slide his head forward to show him what he was working with. Geoff looked up with a worried look on his face but Sam calmed him down by telling him that he trained some of the smallest mouths to take this all the way down and then unzipped showing him his own weapon of ass destruction.
Geoff was amazed at finally getting to see one of long term goals just a few feet from his face, but he did as he was instructed. He slid down Chris’s rod almost four inches before he felt a tingle in his throat and he coughed.
Sam looked at it and said that was pretty good. You’re definitely salvageable. Now I want you to focus on the balls in front of your face. Rub them gently without removing your mouth from the cock. That’s it, Geoff! Focus on those amazing eggs as you slide your face down the pole again. Geoff stared at Chris’s nuts as he began his slide again and he went until he coughed again.
Sam was right there congratulating Geoff as he made it five inches that time. That means Chris slid into your throat a little that time. See, you can do this!
Now we have to train your throat not to reject the cock coming into it. And the only way to do that is to teach it that the clock belongs in there. It wants to have its buddy over for a visit, but it’s too backward to invite it in. So you have to do it for it. You need to grab that pecker at its base and say come on in, and then slide it in passed your throat’s door. It might take a few tries, but were patient. Go ahead, Geoff, welcome it in.
Geoff wrapped his mitt around the throbbing cock and said come on in, cock! Then he slid his mouth forward and his nose made it to the bush for a few seconds before he gagged.
Better! Much better! Try it again!
Again Geoff invited it inside his throat and slid his face forward as his nose again was buried in pubes. This time he lasted for a full five second count before gagging.
Father and son celebrated the event by clapping high fives before Geoff gave it another try. He was getting better and his confidence bloomed accordingly. Before long Geoff was able to repeat the full inhalation of the cock in a rapid repeated motion. As Sam stood above him with his hand on Geoff’s head directing to repetitively stick the whole cock into his mouth and throat, he could feel his mouth changing as he seemed to be more in control of it. He still felt the urge to vomit but he was the master of the situation now.
After a five minute onslaught of the rigid cock disappearing into his mouth, Geoff was ready for the final phase as Sam held his head in place and urged Geoff to control his desire to gag. Keep swallowing to help the feeling go away, boy, and you’ll be ready for the master cock.
Geoff struggled to keep his mind focused as his throat clamped down on the thickness of his baby’s brother’s cock. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Sam released his head and he pulled back and got a fresh lungful of air. As Sam patted him on the back of his head, he told him he was just as amazing as he thought he’d be. Time for your treat then boy and guided Geoff’s mouth down on his younger son’s pecker. He told Chris that it was time for him to reward Geoff for his efforts.
Chris stood and slid his cock straight in to Geoff’s mouth and as he wrapped his hands around Geoff’s head, began to fuck him like one of his girlfriends. He grunted and cussed at the sensations as his balls climbed up his crotch. With a final holler, he held Geoff’s head in place as he flooded it with his cum.
This was the first real cum blast that had ever been flooded into Geoff’s mouth and he was loving it. His eyes were big as he worked to contain the jizz and swallowed gulp after gulp of man nectar. When Chris finally subsided, Geoff slowly slid off the deflating erection, licking up the remnants as he went.
Coming Home
by Clark Wayne
Mitch sat back on a chair across from the couch, naked, nine-inch cock at full mast. He stroked it as he watched the two boys on the couch. His eldest son, Coby, was home on spring break. His youngest son, Zac stayed home from school to wait for him. This is one of the few times Mitch was going to let Zac skip school. And Mitch called in sick so he could stay home and wait with Zac.
Mitch had come out of the closet a few years ago after the divorce. Coby came out to him two years ago, and Zac came out one year ago. But the brothers had been out to each other for two and half years. The whole time they were both living under his roof he had no idea they were fucking each other.
Mitch always thought Zac was a little too envious of his big brother. Who wouldn’t be. Coby was everything any man wanted to be. He was tall, very handsome, athletic, and built solid. Zac would follow him around like a lost puppy. Mitch thought it was cute. As Zac got older, he grew into his body. He was designing his workouts so he could look like Coby. It was working. He was shorter than Coby, but he was handsome, had a tight, muscular body, and a thick, round, bubble butt.
In the back of Mitch’s mind he thought Zac might be into guys, but he shrugged it off. He was surprised when Zac came out to him. Probably because his brother came out the year before, which was a huge shock. What are the chances of a gay dad having two gay sons?
They picked up Coby from the airport. He wasn’t hard to find. He’s six-four and big and broad.
Mitch laughed quietly when Zac saw Coby standing next to the baggage claim. Mitch heard his gasp. “Fuck me, dad. Look at him,” he whispered so only his dad could hear.
“Beautiful, ain’t he?” Mitch replied as he reached over and massaged the back of Zac’s neck with my big hand.
“He still makes my dick hard,” Zac said.
“And your pussy wet.”
He looked up at Mitch. “So wet. So fucking excited for him to get here. Last two days have been the hardest.”
“Coby will take care of that.”
Coby saw his dad and brother and gave them a bright, white teeth grin. Zac all but jumped into his arms, Coby engulfing him with his body big, strong arms.
He was surprised at how heavy his little brother had become with the added muscle. “Whoa!”
They hugged for a long time, whispering into each other’s ear. Mitch couldn’t hear them but he knew what they were saying.
“I missed you so much,” Zac whispered.
“I missed you too. My dick has been hard all day.”
“Can’t wait to get home.”
It was dad’s turn. He hugged his oldest boy tight, taking in the rock hard solid muscles in his back.
Mitch whispered in his ear, “Welcome home. You look so fucking hot, baby boy.”
“You’re the hottest dad in the fucking world.”
Mitch chuckled. “You know, his pussy has been wet for two days.”
Coby chuckled. “I’m gonna bust right here if I can’t get inside that hot little jock bitch.”
“Then let’s go home.”
As they drove home, Mitch watched in the rear view mirror as his boys made out in the back seat. They couldn’t even wait until they got home. The two gorgeous muscle boys devoured each other, making up for lost time. It wasn’t long before Mitch saw Coby lay his head back, his mouth open wide and moaning. Mitch smirked because he could see Zac’s head bobbing up and down. He couldn’t believe this gorgeous, hunk of muscle was sucking his dick like a pro. Coby opened his eyes and looked at his dad’s reflection in the rearview mirror. He gave a cocky smirk and gave his dad a “bro nod.” Mitch gave one back. They had a more of a bro relationship than a father/son since Coby went off to college. Coby mouthed the words, “I love him.” Mitch winked back at him. “Me too,” he mouthed back.
They arrived home. Coby had dumped a huge load down his brother’s throat a few miles away from the house. Zac was one happy boy. They went into the living room. Coby picked up his little brother and tossed him onto the couch, then he launched himself onto him. Mitch watched the two muscle boys wrestle around while they made out. He could watch that all day long.
Soon, Mitch was between Zac’s legs that were spread wide, humping into his little brother. Mitch looked down at his brother. “I can’t wait anymore. I got to fuck you.”
They both jumped up and tore their clothes off, and jumped back on the couch, Zack on all fours. Mitch did the same and sat back down, stroking his thick cock. Mitch looked back at his dad with another cocky smirk. Mitch gave him a nod as if his oldest son was asking permission. Coby nodded back, turned back, grabbed Zac around the waste and, without warning, shoved his cock inside his brother. He noticed right away how slick Zac’s hole was. Zac moaned out.
“Already lubed, you slut,” Coby growled.
“It’s dad’s,” Zac said through clenched teeth. Mitch grinned.
Coby left not time for Zac to acclimate. He just started railing. “Already put out today. I bet daddy loves this pussy.”
“It’s the best,” said Mitch. “Tight little pussy. My slut boy.”
“So fucking tight,” Coby agreed.
Zac was grunting and groaning. His head flopping up and down as he caught their reflection in the huge living room windows. His bulbous shoulders flexed from holding himself up. Coby’s ripped, muscular body slamming him from behind.
Mitch was edging himself, trying to make it last. He’d been waiting for this day for months. The day when all three of them would be together again. He was the lucky one. Zac was still at home. Most of the time they slept in the same bed. He got to fuck that muscle ass at least once a day. Twice was the norm. He watched his oldest son assault his youngest son’s ass, the strength and power of his alpha son was mesmerizing. He loved how much Zac got into it as well. After the initial negative realization that he had to bottoming, he took to it like second nature. Mitch knew the boy thought he should be a top with his size and look, but he knew the kid was a submissive. Zac just had to admit it and be fine with it.
Coby reached up and took a handful of Zac’s hair and pulled it. Zac groaned, his mouth wide open, his face pointed toward the ceiling.
“Fuck yeah!” Zac yelled out. “Ride me like a bitch!”
Coby loved to hear his jock brother degrade himself. “Ride your bitch cunt,” he stated as he picked up the pace.
“Yeah, ride my cunt, destroy it, you fucking beast!”
Mitch listened to the dirty fuck talk and was so close to shooting. Hearing his two stud sons talk to each other like a hooker and her John was so erotic and intoxicating.
Mitch swallowed hard and then said, “Fuck that jock cunt, Coby. Own it. He fucking loves it.”
“I got this, dad. Gonna breed this bitch.”
“I’m such a bitch for you! I’m a bitch for you both!”
Coby heard that and felt his whole body tense. He slammed in hard and threw his head back. A barbaric yawled reverberated through the house as he shot multiple loads into his brother’s hole.
Zac shot a few loads onto the couch cushions.
Mitch shot up onto his own chest and his face. He stood up and went to his boys. He bent down in front of Zac, swiped some of his own cum from his face and fed it to his son. Zac sucked it off his fingers.
Coby collapsed onto his brother’s strong back. “Oh my fucking god,” he murmured. “I fucking needed that.”
Zac lowered himself on to his stomach, breathing hard. Mitch ran his fingers through his son’s sweaty hair and kissed him on the forehead.
“My sexy boys,” he said to them. “I love watching you two. I missed this.”
“Me too,” mumbled Zac.
Coby lifted his head and kissed his brother on the cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice was serious, sincere. He gently rocked his cock around inside his brother.
“I love you too,” replied Zac.
Mitch saw the love they had for each other and glowed with pride. He was slowing realizing they really may be in love. He knew the summer was going to be a fuck fest between the three, but he also knew the brothers were going to want to spend quality one-on-one time together.
“God, I missed your fuck talk,” Zac said.
Coby chuckled. “Good, because it’s my favorite part of fucking you. I learned from the best,” he said looking up at his dad.
Mitch grinned. “What can I say? I love it too. You have to let the bitch know he’s a bitch.”
“Sometimes I think I might be a little too… degrading,” admitted Coby.
“NO!” Zac blurted out. “No way. You’re fine. It’s hot as fuck. I really would be your bitch. And dad’s.”
“Oh, you are son. No one is disputing that.”
“Fuck yeah,” Zac mumbled as he lay his head back down.
Coby gently pulled out of his brother. Zac winced as he did. Coby sat up. “Can I watch you?” he asked his dad.
“Of course.” Mitch gave his oldest son a kiss. Coby stroked his dad’s cock while they kissed. Then Mitch mounted Zac and slid in. Zac’s head lifted and he moaned loudly.
“Fuck,” Zac whimpered.
“God,” Mitch said breathlessly. “You’re always tight. Always.”
“Fuck me hard. Like you did this morning.”
Mitch slapped his ass. “Don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna waste your pussy.”
Cody sat down on the chair. “Fuck, I missed this.”
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Father’s Day Tales: Daddy Night, Part One
This is Part One of a four-part Father’s Day special, and while there’s not so much sex in this one, there’s plenty of vibes that will make all the sex that’s coming - and there’s gonna be a lot - even better. So stick with me, fellas. You trust me, right? Good. Let’s go…
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“Let’s go get a drink.”
As soon as his father said it, Ian knew he should shut the whole thing down right there and then. Against all odds, they’d had a pretty good day of it at Pride. He’d been thinking about attending the festivities, this being his first Pride in a new town. His first Pride ever, in fact. But when his father had announced he was coming to town for the weekend, Ian had shelved the idea altogether, and figured that was that until next year. Until his Dad happened to see a flyer for it while they were out for dinner after his arrival Friday night, turned to him with that charming grin of his, and said, “Well hell, buddy, looks like there’s a party goin’ on! What do you say we go check it out?”
“Uh, I dunno Dad, you’re only in town a few days, maybe we can hit a ballgame or something,” Ian said warily, searching his brain for the most likely Father’s Day weekend activity he could think of, in a city he was still getting to know.
“Hell with that,” Dan said, waving a slightly tipsy hand. “Let’s face it, baseball is boring, and the team here sucks ass, buddy.” He turned to Ian with that mischievous gleam in his eye.
“Well, I guess more than a few people at Pride suck ass too,” he said, cocking an eyebrow for humorous effect, and Ian had always enjoyed the jocular, easy kind of relationship he had with his father, but right then, he wished there was a manhole or something close by that he could crawl into.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun, or interesting at the very least,” his Dad said, slinging one big arm around Ian’s shoulders as they walked. “You’re new in town, and these are your people. And I’m a proud Dad of a gay son. I want to show my support, for you and all your brothers and sisters.”
Ian felt a little wave of something inside him hearing that – gratitude, maybe, and in spite of how awkward this subject was making him feel, a definite warm buzz of love for his Dad, too. The big guy had taken his coming out a few years back with ease and not just acceptance, but warmth, a big embrace both literal and figurative. He hadn’t really expected that – Dan Cameron was an ex-Navy man and former football star, all roguish charm and long-striding manly-man confidence, a few rough edges still beneath his custom-fit suits. But he’d always been Ian’s biggest cheerleader, through school and sports and debate team, and now in this too.
“Besides, it’s Father’s Day weekend,” Dan said. “That means I get to pick what we do, right?”
“I guess…” Ian said, knowing there was nothing he could do about it now. The Bad Idea Train had already left the station, and he was just along for the ride.
“Then it’s settled,” Dan said with a decisive nod, giving him a friendly squeeze. “The Cameron men are goin’ to Pride!”
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Father’s Day Tales: Daddy Night, Part Two
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Previously…
Hunter served up the drinks, and Dan passed them around. Troy looked surprised, but raised his glass with a grin. “I feel like I should be buying you a drink for that performance you just gave,” he said, and the way he looked at Dan, just like he’d looked at him, made Ian’s insides all hot, curious and amused and protective and a little jealous all at once.
“Hell, I’m pretty confident that performance just won me first prize,” Dan said with a proud tilt to his chin, slinging his arm easily round Ian’s neck as he lifted his own glass. “Which means I ain’t paying for these anyway.”
The two men laughed uproariously at that and clinked their glasses together, and then they both looked at Ian, and he was damned if he could see much of a difference in the way his father was looking at him right now, and the openly interested and available way Troy was.
“Looks like I can’t buy either of you a drink, then,” Troy said to him, his gaze warm and level. “That’s a shame.” He sipped on his drink, his eyes on Ian’s the whole time, and Ian felt himself blush.
“You mean to tell me this nice gentleman offered to buy you a drink, and you declined?” Dan said to Ian with a big half-buzzed grin, and the direct aim of his playful charm, along with the dense, familiar musk emanating from his pit and swirling all around Ian’s head like a fog suddenly had his balls aching. “Well that’s not gonna get you very far, is it buddy?”
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Once Ian gave up on trying to get a handle on the night and where it might end up going, he felt immediately looser. It wasn’t just the drinks, either, even though Hunter kept treating them to generous pours, spurred on by the handsome tip his father had laid down on the bar. He figured if his father was so relaxed and having such a good time, he might as well be too. After all, it was Father’s Day, or getting pretty close to it, technically speaking. What better way to celebrate it than by having a good, albeit crazy time together?
Fuck it. Ian and his Dad had had plenty of crazy little adventures together, and they’d both come out the other side in good shape, or so it mostly seemed. Maybe other fathers and sons didn’t do the kinds of things they’d done, and had a good time doing. He was pretty sure none of his high school buddies had never gotten halfway blitzed with their dads and wound up jacking off on the beach together. If they had, he wondered if they still thought about it as much as he did. Like he was right now, in fact, Dan leaning easy and shirtless against him while they propped up the bar, another handsome man flirting with him, and shooting a little game his father’s way too.
Buddy, if you only knew… Ian thought with a smile as he listened to Troy talk, watched the way his face and hands moved, eyed the firm, fit swells of his chest and shoulders and arms. And what if he did? Ian wondered if he’d be freaked out, or… feeling some other kind of way about it. He wondered what the guy would picture in his head, if he knew they were father and son. Maybe he was already picturing the two of them like that. Would knowing who they actually were kill it, or make it even more intense for him?
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Father’s Day Tales: Daddy Night, Part Three
Previously…
“You good?” Dan asked after a long moment of contemplating his son.
“Yeah,” Ian said, feeling the truth of it, making him smile. “Really good. Are you?”
“Never better, kid,” Dan grinned. “So… are we good, son?” Ian could hear the emphasis on the last part, and he nodded again.
“Never better, Dad,” he said back, feeling bold and strong and ready for anything. Every bit his father’s son, for sure. Dan nodded back with that easy smile he did so well.
“You wanna get out of here, bud?” Dan said. “I guess if we ain’t gone to sleep, it’s still my night, right?” His grin was full of hot promise, knowing and inviting and encouraging all at once.
“Where you wanna go, big guy?” Ian said, feeling bold and aware of all the new possibilities between them now, giving the paternal arm encircling him a warm, slow squeeze.
“I’m open to ideas, son,” Dan said, eyes twinkling, and damn, if his father knew the kind of ideas Ian was having… but then, he probably had more than a few of his own, too. Ian wanted to hear about that, and explore them. As close as they’d gotten to each other over the years, if ever there was a night to get even closer, this was it. Who knew if or when the magic, and the opportunity that went with it, might fade away?
“Well, technically I guess it’s Father’s Day now,” Ian said, heart starting to beat faster again. “Let’s go do something special to celebrate it.”
* * * * *
Usually the ride from the gayborhood back to his place would have taken maybe ten minutes, but it was a Saturday night in summer, Pride weekend, and of course Father’s Day weekend too, so the streets were busier and slower than usual. Ian didn’t mind. He felt fucking great, riding the trailing end of the ecstasy Troy had fed them, halfway full of very good liquor, and still floating on the pleasant afterglow of the fierce, powerful orgasm he’d pumped down Troy’s talented throat. Beside his Dad, who was beside him now, sprawled out comfortably on the backseat of the Uber, long legs spread wide, his bare knee resting easily against Ian’s own, riding all those same good feelings and experiences with him.
It felt good to sink into the comfy backseat and just let the world go slowly by, dubby reggae playing low on the car’s sound system. Every once in awhile Dan’s knee would graze up and down against his, reminding him of where they were, where they’d been together, where they were going, and he’d look over and see the man, smiling that easy, half-buzzed smile at him, and feel the heat inside him turn up a little more. Thinking about all the stuff they’d already done, tonight and the other nights before it. All the stuff they might yet get to do tonight, maybe. The hot, playful, secret history between them, and how well it seemed to go along with the more typical father-son bond they had, without fucking either side up, or at least it seemed so far. Best of both worlds, seemed like, though he guessed tonight might be the test of that. Depended on how far they went.
Right now, they weren’t going very far at all, but that was OK too. He was eager to get back to his apartment, of course, to get to be alone with Dan and see what they both had in mind. But he knew it was good to have a little time to clear their heads before that, too. Not totally, of course – he liked the leftover vibes he was feeling right now, and he wanted them to continue. But it was good to be sure they were on the same page before they stepped things up, got even closer, and deeper.
Dan shifted in his seat, his arm stretching along the back, bringing him closer to Ian, who smiled and leaned into him, nice and easy and natural.
“Maybe we should’ve just walked after all,” Dan said, wrapping his arm comfortably around him.
“I dunno, it’s nice to sit here and be comfy and chill, too,” Ian said, looking at the sea of brake lights ahead, and not feeling the least bit wound up about them.
“Good point,” Dan said. “Big day.”
“Real big,” Ian grinned, and he wasn’t even trying to make some kind of double entendre, but Dan let out a soft, knowing chuckle and shifted his thigh against him, and now the double entendre was all he could think of. He looked over at Dan’s crotch, the handsomely proportioned bulge, thick and full, and felt the stirring inside him again. In the streetlight coming through the car window, he could even see the faint shadow of the wet spot where the head of Dan’s dick pressed against the fabric, where it had seeped slowly after the incredible blowjob Troy had given him, and felt his own cock stirring from its lazy slumber.
He’d touched that cock. Just the base of it, just for a moment, but shit, what a moment. While Troy was working it with his silky lips and tongue, coaxing the load from Dan’s big balls as Dan and Ian devoured each other’s mouths. Holy fuck, what a night. Him and his own father. All of a sudden he started to feel the bigness of it all, and it made his insides tighten up all over again. But under that, deeper, it felt good. He felt really good.
Dan looked over at him, saw where his gaze was directed, and chuckled low and deep, his arm squeezing around Ian’s neck.
“Like what you see, huh kid?” he murmured to him, and Ian felt a rush of pure heat go through him, from out of nowhere, as his cock swelled in his own shorts some more.
“Yeah,” he said, surprising himself a little, looking up at his father and meeting his gaze. “I do.” After a slow beat while they just looked at each other, adding, “Seen a lot of it, too.”
“That you have,” Dan said, grinning. “Looks like you might wanna see more.”
“Among other things,” Ian said, his mouth suddenly getting a little dry, savoring the way Dan’s eyes flared at that.
“Good,” Dan said. “Me too.” He gave Ian’s growing bulge a slow, deliberate, and thorough going-over with his eyes, and turned his hot smile back on his son.
That settled it, and Dan tugging his head closer to kiss him just sealed it. It was an easy kiss, sensual and deep in its own way, the kind that could get real intense and passionate real quick, For now, though, it felt good to let it flow, their lips smacking slow and soft, a good old-fashioned makeout, the kind Ian liked real well in its own right. Knowing they’d get where they both wanted to soon enough, and no need to rush in the meantime. Just enjoying the smooth, easy ride.
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A Wild Party
Eric pushed upwards on the bar. I could tell he was straining, and put my hands under it to help him with the spot. “Come on,” I said, “you can get another one.” He lowered the bar again, his muscles straining, and tried his best to push the bar back up, but I was doing most the work. We pushed it back onto the supports and he sat up, pecs flushed, breathing heavily.
“Thanks. 200 again?” I nodded and we went to up the weight on the bar. “You still coming to that party tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah. It sounds like fun.”
“I should warn you - these people are pretty wild.”
“Yeah, but I could use a wild party. Seems like all I’ve been doing lately is work.” Eric smiled and I lay down on the bench.
“Seems to me like all you do is work out.”
I pushed up on the bar, making sure I could do better than he did. It’s not that I’m an asshole about it, but I get really competitive sometimes - when I was little, if another kid had a toy, I had to have it to, and that just carried over later.
* * * * *
We pulled up to the house this party was supposed to be at. It was kinda near the bad part of town but still before 4th street, so we just covered up the CD player with an old T-shirt and made sure the doors were locked. The house itself was pretty big, old looking. We could hear the music from outside, but nobody was on the porch and the window blinds were all drawn. Eric and I walked up and just went it - he knew these people, he said.
The front hall was indeed a sight. The walls were lines with milk crates and in them plastic grocery bags with what looked like clothing. Everybody was stark naked, and most everybody had a drink. I took in the multitude of free erections and breasts, and popped one of my own. Eric and I glanced at each other…wild party, indeed!
A small group of people in the front hall tossed some plastic bags at us. “Get naked!” they yelled, and laughed. I shrugged and started to strip, hoping I wouldn’t be the only gay guy here. Once naked, my boner popped straight out, and I was at least less embarrassed by it since most every other guy in here had one as well. I drew lots of approving looks both from guys and chicks, which only helped it.
I followed Eric into the kitchen and we downed a few glasses of punch. Eric asked some people where the hosts were, and they told him downstairs, where the dancing was. We headed to the rather spacious basement, where people were crammed in, dancing to loud music. I lost Eric but didn’t worry about it too much.
The punch really started to kick in once I got down there and started to dance. My chest and ass kept rubbing against other people, and that kept my cock erect. People were making out everywhere with everybody, and I saw no small number of hand jobs and petting going on. I no longer feared being the only gay guy here, anyway.
I danced for a good long while, and lots of people danced with me. I made out a few times with random people until one of them, a tall guy with long hair, pulled me off to the side and went down to his knees. He was really great, and had me cumming after about ten minutes of bliss. I swapped him, and we went our separate ways.
I was a little sick of dancing, so made my way over to the stairwell and by the time I made it I was already horny again. The air smelled funny down here and I was thirsty again, so I headed to the kitchen for more punch. Some guy was spiking it with something, but I was drunk and figured I could stand to get more drunk, so just drank it down. It tasted a little weird but not bad. “You live here?” I asked him.
“Yeah. Names’ Adam.”
“Hey, I’m Craig.”
“Nice to meet you, man,” we shook hands and looked each other over. “You must work out a lot.”
“Yeah, I like to.” I glowed; I love to be admired for my body. “So what is this place? It looks really old.”
“It is. It belongs to one of my roommate’s grandma; she rents it to us as long as we don’t completely destroy it. Used to be a museum or something.”
“That’s cool.”
“Yeah; it’s nice. Anyway, I gotta get back downstairs. Seeya later, dude.”
“Yeah, later on.” I watched his ass walk out the door and wandered around a little after downing more punch. People were everywhere, and I felt hyper. I had gotten two more hand jobs before making my way back downstairs where I was accosted by Eric.
We were both totally drunk by now. “Hey, Craig…lookit this,” he slurred. He grabbed his cock. I figured he wanted a blow but always thought he was straight. I got down on my knees and prepared to suck him off, but he stopped me and said, “No, not that yet…” he held his cock up. “Look!”
His balls were gone! At first I thought he’d gotten really drunk and cut himself, but there wasn’t any blood or anything, just his scrot hanging there, empty and shriveled looking. Something about it got me really horny again. I looked up at Eric’s smiling face. “Dude!” I exclaimed.
“Isn’t it cool?” In answer I took him in my mouth and went at him. I could suck nothing but cock, and it was really weird. It just looked so cool not for anything to be hanging from him. As I worked my way down and my tongue went behind his scrotum, it brushed against something rough, and I could feel that he did have stitches after all, just a few and they were well hidden. He came quickly, and spurted it all over my chest. I rubbed it into my nipples - it was clear and thin.
“What happened?” I asked, standing up but still fondling him.
“Me and this other guy and this chick were downstairs in a three way, and we found this little room off to the side to fuck in. When we were done we looked around, and there were all these weird foreign things, right? Painting’s n’ shit. This one thing looked like a crank, and it had this spot that looked just like a place to put your cock. We were joking around and I put mine on there and closed the top of it - I figured it was a cocksucking marchine or something. The chick cranked it, and I could feel the thing squeezing my sac, right? It felt really fucking good, so I told her to keep going. She did and then there was this pop. We thought we broke it, so we lifted off the lid and my balls fell out into this little bucket.”
“It popped your balls out?” I was still incredulous.
“Fuck yeah. Dude, it felt sooo good. It’s so cool…” All the things would normally occur to me, like that fact that he couldn’t have kids, or have normal cum, or the fact that, well, he had no balls, didn’t even occur to me. All I could think was that if Eric could get castrated, I wanted to be too.
“Dude, you gotta take me down there,” I implored him, looking at my own cock and wondering what it would look like solo.
“Let’s go,” he laughed and led me down. We squeezed across the dance floor, my cock dripping precum at the thought of what was happening. The room was behind the speakers, and there were already two guys in there looking at their own empty scrota. The machine sat in the corner near some spears and African-looking masks. I immediately saw the spot to put myself and did so. Eric started cranking.
I looked at the machine and saw a few switches over there too, but before I could ask what they did, the thing clamped down on my balls. Ecstasy is not the word - I had never felt something like this before. I could feel it massaging my testicles with no pain at all, and it seemed to go on forever, working them back into my scrotum, and then two pops as they left it. The feeling stopped, and I grabbed the table to keep from falling over. Eric lifted the lid off the thing and I pulled my rock hard member out. Eric grabbed it at the base. “See? They’re gone, dude!”
What with my already being horny, the novelty of my balls being gone, and Eric holding onto my dick nearly had me cum right there. Instead some chick with very fake (but admittedly very nice, just not my thing) caught his eye, and he went to see if she’d ever done it with a castrated man. I headed back out to the dance floor. On the way out of the room, three more guys came in - one of them was the one that had been castrated with Eric. Presumably the other two were about to be. They took one look at me and one of the squirted right there. The other just winked and smiled.
I headed out to the dance floor and pretty quickly was surrounded by a group of people, both male and female, amazed at my lack of testicles. All of them touched my empty scrotum or jacked me off a little, wanting to see how it worked. The girls thought it was cool, the guys, once they found out I had just been gelded, wanted to know how. I pointed them toward the room.
On the floor people were talking about it, and I got pulled into one of the orgies on the side of the room. I was so drunk on whatever was in that punch that I was even enjoying the women in the group, fondling breasts and even licked ones’ clit. It tasted funny. I came again, number six maybe? I couldn’t really keep track anymore. I figured after the first few it didn’t really matter; I was pretty much in a state of near-constant orgasm anyway.
The dance floor was evolving into a giant orgy anyway, but I was thirsty and headed back upstairs after cumming again. After having more funny tasting punch I was accosted by a pair of guys and had yet more sex. To my surprise, one of them was a eunuch now as well - the third one wanted to cum one more time before getting nutted. I felt obliged to help, and the next time I saw him, he was indeed one of the gelded.
Back downstairs again I threw myself into the fray with wild abandon. It occurred to me now that most of the guys down there seem to have been nutted already. I saw Eric leading a pair of guys into the castration room and followed him in. The nut bucket was nearly full now - a good forty pairs of balls. Two more pairs shortly joined it. While the first of the pair got nutted the second was jumping around like he had to piss, he was so eager. There were more people in here, watching. I asked Eric if anybody still had balls, partially joking, but he was perfectly serious when he said he really didn’t think anybody much still had them.
I admit I was starting to get kind of jealous. I was still thirsty, so headed back up for more punch, and on the way I passed the group that had ordered Eric and I naked when we came in. The two girls were trying to persuade the guys (presumably their boyfriends) to go get cut. They were real frat types, but one eventually relented, and then, true to form, the other did as well.
I continued onto the punch machine. Down the stairs came three guys carrying another. The three were all geldings but the fourth wasn’t. He was laughing as the others carried him to the room. I got my punch, kind of disappointed now. I was still horny and trying to think what I could do, jacking myself slowly. It occurred to me to wonder what the switch on the machine did.
The guy being carried down was just leaving the room sans balls when I got there. Nobody else was waiting in line so I could inspect the machine freely. There weren’t any markings or anything, so I figured, hey, what the hell - I’d flip it over and see what happened.
So I did. I put my cock in, closed the machine, flipped the switch, and asked one of the guys nearby to crank it for me. He started off, and for a moment, nothing happened. Some others came around to cheer me on, probably thinking I was being gelded. I had the feelings of extreme pleasure again and moaned loudly. Again, I seemed to be stuck in that eternal moment of bliss, when with no warning at all, there was a loud snap, and my hips were released from the machine. There was a gasp from the crowd, and when I looked down, my groin was smooth. I smiled.
The guys around all came up to touch it. One picked my cock out of the ball bucket and showed it to me, still erect but shrinking as the blood drained out of it. I felt a cock brushing against my ass and bent to let it in. I took two more in my hands and the guy behind me went to town. The guys in my hands came right away, and I smeared their cum on my chest as well. The floor was slippery now with spunk, it seemed. The guy in me kept plugging my ass, and I came twice before he came once. I stood up and turned to see that the guy had been Eric! He looked down at my groin and looked up again, eyes wide.
“What did you do?” he asked.
“The other switch on the machine.” Another guy was already in the machine.
“Damn…that is so cool.”
“You’re a good fuck, Eric.” He smiled.
* * * * *
Well, after that the party started to wind down. About five other guys saw fit to lose their dicks (including, to my great amusement, the frat boys) before the party ended around 7 A.M. They took a hose to the basement to clean us off, which I needed as the cum was like sugar coating on my skin by then. We dried, dressed, and took off for home.
Eric, the previously straight boy, slept in my bed that night, and for a long time after.
This is one of my favorite stories. I miss reading new long stories like this posted every week.
Summer Job
Rick and Joe had known each other since they were little kids. Their dads had been best friends in high school, and the two had grown up together. Rick’s dad was the chief of police and Joe’s dad was the mayor. Their mothers had died in a car wreck on the way back from their ladies’ night poker game back when both boys were very young, so the two fathers had depended on each other to help raise their children.
Growing up under such male influences, the two boys had become royal terrors. Rick was captain of the wrestling team and Joe captain of the baseball team – when they were in high school they were the reigning jocks, terrorizing the underclassmen and picking on the geeks and nerds. They had been working out together since they were 12, and both had strong, muscular bodies. In their early teenage years, they had even experimented a little sexually with each other, but both preferred girls and hadn’t spoken of it in years.
Their dads were ex-jocks as well, and both still in excellent shape. They worked out together in Joe’s dad’s basement, where he had set up a nice weight room used both by the men and the boys.
When they graduated high school, they had a whole summer before they went off to athletic scholarships at the college university. The dads had conferred before graduation, and in an attempt to instill some discipline before they boys left decided the boys were going to have a summer job to save up some money to spend when they got to school.
“Oh, man, why?” Joe whined. “There’s parties all summer long!”
“Yeah, I know,” Rick said. “This blows but they said they already talked to Mr. Spinelli about it.”
Spinelli’s Butcher Shop was a little neighborhood shop in the older part of town. It had been around forever, and Mr. Spinelli was a local icon – the paper interviewed him about his thoughts whenever something major happened in the world. The boys’ dad’s had been going there for years, and since they were young both of them had been in before while their fathers picked up fresh beef, veal, mutton, all sorts of things. They were supposed to go down and talk to Mr. Spinelli the Monday after graduation.
Monday morning the boys headed down to the shop. There was a guy, maybe in his mid 20’s behind the counter. They hadn’t really been down to the shop much since they had gotten into their teens, and didn’t recognize the guy.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Joe answered. “Is Mr. Spinelli here?”
They heard the older man’s voice come from around the door in back. The swinging rubber door swung open and Mr. Spinelli walked out wearing a blood spattered apron, looking a little greyer since last they saw him, but still in good shape for man his age.
“Ah, boys, good, good. Your fathers said you’d be down.”
“Hi, Mr. Spinelli,” the boys said in unison.
He peeled off some rubber elbow-length gloves and dropped them in the trash, then reached his hand over the counter and shook both their hands.
“Your dads said you need jobs for the summer.”
The boys both knew better than to say they didn’t really want them, so answered, “Yes, sir.”
“Well, that’s good, because I need two reliable boys for the summertime. I’ll be needing you from noon until about seven o’clock. I can pay you seven dollars an hour. Will you be ready tomorrow?”
The boys again knew better than to say no. “Yes, sir.”
“Good then. See you tomorrow. Wear old clothes.”
* * *
The boys came back the next day ready to work. The store wasn’t supposed to open for an hour yet. The guy who had been behind the counter the previous day was already there.
“Hey, guys. I’m Joel, by the way.” Everybody introduced themselves, and Joel spoke again. “Mr. Spinelli wants you two in back today; he’s going to show you how to carve up some of the basic stuff. He’ll be in in about half an hour, but he wants me to show you around before he gets here.”
Joel showed them around the meat counter up front and how they arranged everything, then took them in the back. The place was spotless.
“Mr. Spinelli always leaves things spotless when he leaves. Up here are the counters for butchering … ” he showed them the counters, numerous cleavers and buckets and such. “Back this way are the tables where we take apart whole animals when we have to.” There were three stainless steel tables in the back with numerous straps hanging off them and from the ceiling. “And back here are the refrigerators and freezers.” He took the boys into the various fridges and freezers, showing them what was kept in which and where. The last freezer had a big padlock on it. “This freezer is Mr. Spinelli’s private one. You don’t go into here, ever.”
“Why?“ Joe asked.
“Mr. Spinelli doesn’t like people back in here. He keeps it locked; don’t worry about it. Anyway, over here’s the shower and where we keep the aprons … ” They had a shower stall for washing blood off at the end of the day, and a washing machine/dryer for cleaning the aprons.
“Basically, this is the routine … ” Joel took them through all the stuff they had to do to open the store and then close it. It didn’t seem too hard, mostly cleaning and such.
“You guys will probably want to bring an extra change of old clothing here for work and then wash it every day. That way you won’t ruin any of your good clothes.”
Mr. Spinelli came in later, and the boys spent an educational day learning how to gut chicken carcasses and split them up. It wasn’t bloody work so much as oily and kinda dull, but it paid and it made their dads happy.
* * *
The second day they met the only other employee of Spinelli’s Butcher Shop, Spinellis’ grandson, named Guido. Guido looked like an Italian thug; black leather jacket, t-shirt, and jeans, motorcycle boots, shaggy hair, and classic Roman nose and lips. His body seemed like it was barely kept in check by the tight clothing he wore, and it was clear that underneath it he was a formidable guy – strong, built, handsome, and with a constant sneer on his face. Guido made evening deliveries for his grandfather in a big white truck, and the boys mostly tried to stay out of his way.
Joel seemed especially afraid of him, and every time the two of them were in the store together Joel tried to hide up front. When they did come into contact, Guido would stare at him with a cold smile, and Joel would shrivel under his gaze. When Guido did tell him to do things, Joel did them quickly, even when they weren’t things that were his responsibility to do.
Rick tried to talk to him once but it immediately became evident that Guido had no interest in carrying on a conversation with him. He wasn’t interested in small talk or work conversation, and Rick didn’t know enough about him to talk about anything else, so stopped bothering.
* * *
Over the next few weeks it became routine. The boys bitched at first about all sorts of things … having to shower there, all the blood, blah blah blah.
One night after a big sale, Joel got a call from his mother that she needed a ride to the hospital; she had cut her leg or something, so he had to take off and left the two boys with his keys to lock up the store. It had been a busy day, and by the time they got done cleaning the back of the store it was already eight o’clock. Since Joel was gone they had to lock up the front of the store, too, but both of the boys were pretty tired at that point.
“You wanna go ahead and take a shower now?” Rick asked Joe. “Then clean up afterwards?”
“Yeah; that sounds good.”
He headed back to the shower area and started stripping down. This was always the best part of the day: peeling off his bloodied clothing and washing himself clean. Since it was only he and Rick in the store, Joe didn’t worry about modesty too much. He walked over to toss his stuff in the washer, then turned around only to bump into a naked Rick.
“I thought I’d join you in the shower. We haven’t done anything in a while and I’m pretty horny.”
He reached down and grabbed Joe’s slick penis, which quickly came to full erection, and pumped it a few times. A few kisses later and they were crammed in the shower stall, Joe on his knees with Rick’s cock in his mouth. They traded off and fooled around for a bit.
By the time they had dried off and dressed again, it was nine.
“Shit, I didn’t realize how long we were in there for,” Joe exclaimed.
“Yeah; we better knock this stuff out quick. That party’s tonight and I still I have to run home and then get that hobo to get us some beer.”
The boys raced to finish up the front of the store, counting money, comparing to receipts, cleaning the case. It was a lot of small things to do, and by the time the boys were done it was already starting to get dark.
When they finally finished and locked up the store, Rick asked aloud, “Hey. I wonder if there’s a key on here that fits the back freezer?”
“That one we’re not supposed to go in?”
“Yeah.”
“We could see, but Joel said Spinelli’d kill us if he found out.”
“He won’t know. Besides, what the hell could he be keeping back there? Small children? What if he’s some creepy axe murderer?”
“Wouldn’t that be a good reason not to get on his bad side?”
“He’ll never know about it! He’s probably in bed by now.”
“I dunno, man … ”
“Aw, c’mon, don’t be a pussy. There probably isn’t even a key on here for it. Let’s just go see.”
Rick walked to the back, with Joe slowly following. He tried key after key, and finally, one old, beat up looking on slid in and clicked. “Jackpot!”
“I still don’t know, Rick … ”
Rick didn’t seem to care; he was busy undoing the padlock. It slid open easily, and Rick threw the doors open.
The boys poked their heads in to see what was there. The fridge wasn’t as cold as the others were, but wisps of steam came from the edge of it where the door was open. Inside were rows of shelving, and on them small pieces of wet cloth draped over lumps beneath them.
“What do you think they are, Rick?” Joe asked, nervously.
In his best Igor voice, Rick replied, “Severed human heads!” And then normally, “I dunno. Let’s look.”
Cocky as anything, Rick strode into the room, followed by Joe. Rick picked one of the lumps across from the door and lifted it gingerly. Just as what was underneath peeked into view, both boys were given a start by the door slamming shut!
“Oh, shit,” Joe muttered.
“I thought you were holding the door!” Rick yelled, striding back over to Joe and the now shut door.
“I came in to look; I wasn’t thinking about it … ” Joe apologized. “Maybe we can get it open from in here?”
Rick fooled around with the door. “I don’t know … ” They both tried to figure out some way to unlock the door, but neither could figure anything out and both were getting very frustrated.
“Fuck!” Rick yelled. “The hell are we supposed to do now?”
“I guess just wait,” Joe lamented. “Joel’ll be here in the morning. We can make some noise and maybe he’ll let us out before Spinelli finds out.”
Joe sat down on the floor to wait.
“I guess so. This sucks. Our dads are going to kill us.”
“Yeah.”
Rick sighed. “I guess we might as well see what’s in here.” He walked back over to the covered lump and gently lifted up the corner, revealing a plate holding what appeared to be a severed set of human male genitals!
“Are they real?” Joe asked.
Rick poked it, and it felt real. It wasn’t wax or anything. “I think so.”
“That’s … that’s disgusting,” Joe scrunched his face up.
“They must be from some animal or something,” Rick rationalized. “Let’s look at another one; maybe it’s from a bull or sheep or something.” He lifted another sheet to reveal another complete set, this one with a clear circumcision scar.
“Dude, that’s a circumcision scar. These are from humans.”
Joe felt ill.
“They can’t be. That’s just too weird, man.” He looked under another one. This one had a metal ring through the head. Joe sat down quickly and hugged himself, trying to keep from puking.
“Okay, so maybe they are real. So maybe he goes to the morgue or something, gets them off corpses. Sells them to rich weirdos.”
“I hope so.”
The sound of scuffling outside the freezer made the boys pause.
“Somebody’s out there,” Joe whispered. “Quick, cover them back up!” Rick did so, trying to make it look like they hadn’t been touched.
“Shit, I hope it’s Joel, and not Spinelli or Guido or something.”
The boys weren’t sure which they were more terrified of, being found or not being found.
“What if they cut our dicks off?” Joe muttered, the worry evident in his voice.
“They won’t cut our dicks off,” Rick rolled his eyes. “Jesus … just be quiet and let’s try to listen.”
The boys held their ears to the door and tried to make out the voices. They could hear two for sure – one that must have been Spinelli, and …
“Shit. That’s Guido’s voice,” Rick whispered.
They were talking about something but the boys couldn’t make it out.
“Should we knock on the door or something?” Joe whispered back.
“I dunno. I’m almost thinking we should just wait for Joel.”
“Yeah, but how much air’s in here? There’s no vent; we could suffocate. And it’s pretty damn cold; haven’t you ever heard about kids getting caught in these things?”
The point soon became moot as they could make out Guido say, “Somebody left the goddamn thing open. I’m gonna kill that pansy Joel.”
The boys watched in abject terror as the latch turned and the door swung slowly open.
Guido stood there completely nude but for a pair of elbow length latex gloves, drops and streaks of blood spattered about his hard body. Even his cock was erect, the foreskin fully retracted and dripping precum from the end, a tattoo of a dragon wrapped around it and his lower midsection.
“Well, what’s this?” he asked sarcastically. “Look here, Granddad. Seems your new employees have been sniffing around.”
The boys stood sheepishly, heads bowed. Old man Spinelli came into view, wearing gloves and an apron but nothing else, saw them, and looked very angry.
“Oh, boys. Your fathers would be so disappointed in you. You were told not to get into this refrigerator.”
Rick tried to step out of the fridge but Guido wouldn’t let him, pressing a bloody hand to his chest. Rick was too cowed to bitch about his shirt being stained.
“Look, we’re really sorry … ” Joe started to apologize, but Guido slapped him across the face with the back of his hand.
“Shut up,” the big Italian muttered.
“Now, boys, what are we going to do with you two? I don’t like everyone in town knowing my business.” He looked calmer.
“Look, we promise we won’t tell anybody about it, we swear. We don’t even know what they’re for or anything, we … ”
Guido pulled off and punched Rick square in the gut. He doubled over, grimacing in pain.
“I told you two to shut up!”
“Well, don’t worry boys. You won’t be telling anybody about this at all.”
Guido glanced at Spinelli, who nodded in Rick’s direction. Rick was still clutching his guts on the floor; Guido had knocked the wind out of him. Guido leaned over and slung the boy up over his shoulder, then moved out of Joe’s view.
“You’re going to stay in here for a few minutes, boy.”
Spinelli shut the door before Joe could lunge for freedom, and once again he was trapped in the refrigerator, but this time alone.
He again pressed his ear to the door, hoping to hear something, anything at all. He didn’t have to wait long. The door soon opened, and Joe looked up to see Guido standing there, now with a throbbing erection. The hell was going on? Guido grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him out of the refrigerator out into the main room, wrestling him over to the only unoccupied table and holding him down while Spinelli strapped him down to it. Joe fought the whole way, but Guido was far stronger than he and the boy didn’t have much of a chance.
Once they had him strapped down Joe looked to his left to see Rick strapped to the other one. They had stripped him naked and put a ball gag in his mouth. Rick was looking at him with a look of fear, but had given up trying to break the chains that held him down. The other way Joe saw another naked man strapped to the other table, this one unconscious. He recognized the guy; he worked at a gas station on the highway. His legs were up in the stirrups and spread, and there was blood on his midsection and inside his thighs. It didn’t take Joe long to figure out what had been done to him, and it took even less time to realize that it was about to happen to him!
“If you stay quiet we won’t have to gag you,” Spinelli told him while he cut Joe’s clothing away with a sharp pair of scissors. When he cut his jeans away, Joe’s already erect penis sprung free and hit his lower belly with a firm ‘fwap!’
Guido looked at the boy’s boner and smiled out of one side of his mouth. “I think this one likes it, Granddad.”
Spinelli sighed and looked annoyed. “Well, you seem to like him, boy. You can have him while I work on the other one.”
Guido’s smile spread to the other side of his mouth and he positioned Joe’s feet in the stirrups, locking them and his legs into place with a spreader bar.
“Mmmm,” Guido hummed as he rubbed the outsides of Joe’s legs. He massaged his balls roughly. “These should be good, boy,” Guido told him. “Nice and full.”
Guido leaned in, the head of his bloody cock pressing up against Joe’s rectum. Joe moaned a little bit. He tried to relax; that’s what he heard you were supposed to do, right? He couldn’t think of any way out of this so just prepared himself mentally to get fucked.
Guido pressed himself in.
“Urp!” Joe let out.
It hurt, and it hurt really bad. He grimaced in pain but it hurt too much for him to really make any other noise. His face was paralyzed and it was all he could do to breathe without screaming. Guido pulled in an out, giving an extra thrust toward the end, hitting Joe’s prostate with all he had. It felt good, sort of, but his asshole felt like it was going to tear open any second. He tried to relax and enjoy it, meeting with some success.
“Take it, boy,” Guido muttered. “This is the last real cock you’re likely to have touching you. Yeah, c’mon.”
Against his conscious will, Joe’s cock started hardening.
“Yeah, you do like this, don’t you? I knew you kids were pansies. You deserve to have your balls off, eaten by a real man like me!”
Maybe it was the pain, or the situation, or the hypothermia, but the more Guido said it, the more Joe actually started to believe it. Maybe he did deserve this – he had always liked fooling around with Rick more than with girls, ever since they were kids. Sure, he worked out a lot, and even made captain of the baseball team, but it was always to keep up with Rick, really. Maybe he wasn’t a real man. Maybe he did deserve this.
Joe relaxed a little more and settled into the rhythm, cock hard in anticipation of its removal.
* * *
Meanwhile, at the next table old man Spinelli was getting Rick ready to go. The young man was still trying to get free, muscles straining at the straps that held him down but to no avail. Spinelli began shaving his package bare, doing with care so as to avoid nicking his merchandise. Eventually Rick gave up struggling when he saw Joe at the next table getting fucked up the ass and appearing to enjoy it. The sight simply blew his mind.
Spinelli noticed Rick had calmed down. “If you promise not to keep shouting I can take that gag out.”
Rick nodded his head; it wasn’t comfortable. Spinelli removed the gag.
“Why?” Rick asked. “Why are you doing this?”
Spinelli smiled and wiped the rest of the hair and shaving lotion away from Rick’s groin, now bare.
“Have you studied annelids in school yet?”
“Annelids?”
Spinelli shook his head and muttered something about the state of modern schools.
“Annelids. Earthworms. If an earthworm eats the body of another earthworm, it gains some of the dead worm’s memories. Some ancient cultures believed the same thing about human brains. They were partially correct.”
Rick looked at him, dumbfounded. The hell was this old man talking about?
“Eating the brains does nothing. Eating the genitals … that is something. It provides the consumer virility, strength, health, and this way no one has to die.”
“You eat them? You kidnap guys, cut their dicks off, and eat them?” Rick’s voice got a little higher.
Spinelli looked at him, anger showing in his glare. “Careful boy, unless you want the gag back in.” He collected himself and continued. “But you’re more or less correct. You would have been safe if you’d followed the rules. Now, I’m afraid, you must be punished.”
“What keeps us from telling? My dad’s the chief of police! His dad’s the mayor!”
“Your fathers will keep you from telling, boy. They’ve been regular customers since they were your age, as is most of the police department.” Spinelli wiped his groin down with a shiny funny smelling stuff.
Rick relaxed back into the table, head spinning. His dad? His dad was a part of this? Then Spinelli was right … he couldn’t tell anybody. If the cops were in on it then it wasn’t like anybody would bust the old man … he was in such deep shit.
“You won’t want to tell anyone anyway, boy.” Spinelli held up a syringe and gave it a little squirt to make sure all the air was out. “Once they’re gone, all men are the same. Docile, easy to command. Content. Look at Joel; he snuck into the refrigerator two years ago. He hasn’t tried to tell anyone.”
So Joel was one of Spinelli’s … geldings or whatever. Rick felt ill.
The old man stuck the syringe into his groin in several places, and Rick felt his whole package go numb.
“Please,” Rick begged, tears in his eyes. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”
“This is all I want, boy,” he replied, as the scalpel made its first cut. Rick passed out.
* * *
Back at Joe’s table, Guido sped up the pace when he saw the old man nearly done with the other boy. Guido had had his eye on these two since they started working at the store. The other one was the alpha boy, he could tell, and this one … this was the more subservient one. Quiet, reserved, probably queer from the way he kept stealing looks at him. He knew the other one would likely let his curiosity get the best of him, and his call to Joel saying there was something wrong with his mother would give them the perfect opportunity to screw themselves. Usually he and his grandfather brought the night’s catch in later in the evening, but tonight they had other things to do, so would be in before the boys would suffocate in the refrigerator. His plan had gone off perfectly, and now he had a boy to fuck and two free sets, as well as fucking with their heads. They’d be like Joel soon … not satisfying to fuck, but they’d know their place.
The kid had a tight ass, that was for sure. Way better than the convenience store clerk; that guy must have been fucked about a million times. Never would have pegged him for a queer, Guido thought. Takes all types, he guessed. He took it slow with the kid, talking him down, telling him what a little shit he was. This was the favorite part of it for him – the humiliation, the degradation. Seemed like the kid had some idea already what he was – he was getting into it.
Guido didn’t enjoy it as much if they didn’t fight. He figured the kid would put up more of a fight, but he seemed to believe everything Guido was saying without much convincing. Too bad; that bored him. He sped up the pace a little bit, eliciting little moans from the kid. That dick would be nice, he thought, I hope grandpa’ll let me have that one. Looks juicy. Nice and big, meaty. He sped up some more, ready to bust his nut, thrusting with his hips. The kid moaned louder and louder, until finally Guido burst inside him, filling up his ass with pearly white cum.
The kid lay there panting, still not to orgasm, still with a hardon. Guido walked over to the shower and washed himself off, noticing that the kid had looked over to see the old man lift his friend’s package off his body and put it on the tray. He savored the look on the kid’s face, the feeling of superiority. Sadly, he didn’t have much time to enjoy it; he needed to clean off the kid – grandpa would be pissed if his meat still had cum all over it by the time the old man was ready to cut it. It looked like he was nearly done with the other kid – the old man already had his new pisshole done. It looked like he was just finishing with the cautery pen and closing him back up.
Guido brought the shaving tray over and lathered up the kid.
“Boys like you don’t have hair down here,” he told him.
The kid muttered something weakly.
“What did you say?” Guido got right up in his face, trying to look menacing.
“Y … yes, yessir.” The kids eyes were closed he was so scared.
“Good boy.” He liked this one more and more.
Too bad they had to cut him; he’d be half inclined to take him home and keep him. He wanted the kid’s cock and balls for himself, though. The old man hadn’t been letting him keep much lately and Guido was becoming increasingly restless; he wanted the rush from it, the feeling of increased masculinity, and the physical effects – his dick had easily doubled in size since he had started helping the old man, and he’d gained at least forty pounds of muscle in three short years. He wanted more, and was sick of being held back.
* * *
Mr. Spinelli finished all the stitching and cautery, then wiped the boy down and liberally applied disinfectant to the wounded areas. He stepped back for a moment to admire his work: the boy’s groin was now totally smooth, with a Y-shaped arrangement of stitches the only evidence anything had been there. The boy’s new urinary opening was at the base of the Y, and the split the base of where his penis had once emerged from his abdomen. He bandaged the area and put the removed organs in the refrigerator for storage, then peeled off his gloves and washed up for the other boy. Guido should be finished preparing him by now.
Spinelli shook his head as he thought of his grandson. When he had first brought him into the business, he had been a bright, if underdeveloped, boy. A bit introverted, but a good kid. Now it seemed he had become addicted to the power rush he got from consuming the genitals of the men they kidnapped. Spinelli hadn’t minded him having the occasional one, but he knew Guido had stolen several prime sets out of the refrigerator over the last few months, and the boy was simply having too much. He hoped he wouldn’t have to do anything about him, but if he grew more belligerent and demanding … well, he tried not to think about it.
He walked over to the middle table, where Guido was talking to the boy. It was his usual schtick, about how much better men with dicks were. He allowed Guido to do it because it really did help somewhat; and he was right, more or less. Once their genitals were consumed, the emasculated man couldn’t help but be more subservient to uncut men, and especially the man who consumed his organs. Joel had never given him any trouble whatsoever since he’d eaten the boy’s manhood, and the old man wondered if maybe this wasn’t for the best anyway. The boys’ fathers would be a pain to deal with, but if need be he could do them as well.
The boy seemed calm – content, almost. He wouldn’t be any trouble. The old man numbed him and rubbed him down with the bright orange disinfectant, then waited a few moments for it to all take effect.
“Guido,” he addressed his nephew. The younger man looked up at him, the contempt barely hidden. “Go ahead and clean up; get the store clerk back out to the van and leave him where we found him.”
“But … ” Guido began to protest.
“Do, it, boy. Be quick about it and you’ll be back before I finish anyway.”
He knew what the boy wanted; and he wasn’t about to give him another set to eat this soon. He’d had one not a week ago.
Guido turned and walked off to clean himself up. Spinelli held up the scalpel and sighted out the places he wanted to cut, then made two clean incisions from the base of the boy’s scrotum up on either side for about two inches. Next came the tendons and ligaments that held his penis upright; once cut it flopped about more easily. Cauterize a few blood vessels, cut in a bit more, repeat. It took at least twenty minutes just to get to the root of the boy’s penis; it was a larger one and they tended to take longer. Finally the old man had it severed and pulled it out to lay on the tray next to him. The boy sighed, apparently pleased that he was now relieved of the organs Guido had convinced him he had no right to to start with.
As he was finishing the boy up, Guido returned. His grandson hadn’t bothered to don a shirt and was panting – he had gone and returned as quickly as possible, apparently, and now waited, his eagerness clear. Spinelli knew he would want the boy’s organs, but he would be disappointed; the old man was not about to give up such a prime set to a nonpaying customer.
He did the stitching slowly and carefully; making an effort to keep the stitches small and even. The boy was still awake; he hadn’t passed out like the other one. Once complete, a final round of cleaning, disinfectant, and he was ready to bandage. “Guido, wrap this one up while I clean off.”
“Grandpa, can I … ”
“Later, Guido. Let’s finish our work first.” He trundled over to wash himself off. It had been a long night already.
* * *
Joe breathed more evenly now, his head swimming. It had been done; his manhood removed. He felt … strange, but a good sort of strange. Like that feeling that you still have homework to do, even though you’re out of school for the summer. He glanced over at Rick, who was still unconscious.
Old man Spinelli was cleaning up. Guido was standing over him looking down, not at Joe, but at his severed genitals on the plate next to him.
“Grandpa,” he said, looking over at the older man who now approached. “Can I have these?”
“No,” the old man answered. Joe could see that he had something in his hand but he couldn’t tell what it was.
“Oh, come on!” Guido yelled, sounding more angry than pleading. “I haven’t had any in almost two months!”
“You stole three sets out of the refrigerator. It cost me a lot of money, Guido.” Spinelli’s voice was calm and even.
“What? I didn’t steal anything! It must have been Joel or something!”
“The camera caught you.”
“What camera?”
“The camera in the refrigerator that you didn’t know was there. Now get these two ready to take home.”
Guido’s breathing was getting heavy and his face was turning red. Joe wondered what he was so mad about. Suddenly, the younger man lunged at the older one, but Spinelli was too fast for Guido.
What Joe had seen was Guido’s taser, now being used against him. The hooks shot out of the handheld device and lodged themselves in Guido’s chest, then sent a jolt of electricity easily sufficient to knock him out.
Spinelli shook his head back and forth slowly, looking at his unconscious nephew.
“Guido, Guido … it’s too bad it had to come to this.”
The older man flipped him over and undid Guido’s pants and shoes. He stripped him down and then dragged him over to the table the convenience store clerk had been on. With some effort, the older man got his grandson’s considerable bulk up onto the table and arranged in position. Once he was strapped down, Spinelli took a quick break and wiped sweat and blood off his forehead.
He wished he could have sold Guido’s set – it was huge after all the men he’d consumed; it would have fetched a lot of money. But, he needed this one for himself. He’d have a lot to eat tonight, both Guido and the other two boys. Hmm … he could have one of those now; it would give him a nice energy boost.
Joe watched Spinelli walk over to his table. His genitals were still lying on the tray next to him, now limp and cooling. Spinelli held them up over his head and lowered Joe’s scrotum and balls into his mouth, then bit down hard, tearing them away from the penis and its root. He chewed for a few moments, relishing the flavor and the rush. As Joe watched he seemed to get a bit younger, almost – maybe just an aura, maybe for real. Spinelli’s back straightened a little bit and his eyes grew brighter even. He swallowed the testicles and ate Joe’s cock in two bites.
Joe felt a certain fuzziness in his brain. Now when he looked at the man he felt a certain affection … no, that wasn’t the word. Admiration was more like it. Adulation, even. He would do anything the old man told him to do, that was for sure.
“You should be ready to get up, boy,” Spinelli said to Joe, and released him from the straps.
Joe was still numb in his groin and a little stiff.
“Walk slowly or you’ll tear the stitching.” Joe stood up, a little wobbly. “Just sit there for the moment.”
Spinelli was now wide awake and alert; the rush from consuming the boy’s manhood was more than enough to perk him up. He had a decent boner going under his pants, but he wanted to go ahead and take care of Guido before he woke up – Spinelli wasn’t sure the straps would hold him.
It was routine now. Joe watched it this time being done to somebody else: shave, disinfectant, three incisions and some digging and off came Guido’s entire package. It was huge, even soft. Twenty minutes with the cautery pen and a bunch of stitches later and Guido was as neuter as he was. He deserves it, Joe thought. Stealing from his grandfather and trying to attack him, too.
Rick was moaning on the other table, then awoke startled. Spinelli noticed and went over to his table as Joe turned himself to look. “Awake now, are we? I suppose it’s time to take care of you now, eh?”
Rick blinked a few times and moved his head a bit. Spinelli held up Rick’s set, holding it by the root of the cock.
“Too bad it’s so small, eh?” the old man asked rhetorically. “You should be thanking me for relieving you of it, boy.” And with that, he plopped Rick’s whole package into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Joe knew what Rick was going through and could even see his eyes change expression as the old man swallowed.
Spinelli walked back past Joe’s table, ordering Joe to let Rick up. He released him, and the two of them hobbled over to watch the old man consume Guido’s manhood. It was enormous; his cock was a good six or seven inches limp, and Joe’s ass told him it was a hell of a lot bigger erect. His balls were together the size of a softball.
Spinelli started with the cockhead, tearing it off in his teeth, and then worked his way down Guido’s penis, ripping off a piece, then chewing and swallowing. When he got most of the way down, he stopped for a moment. “The boy’s a mouthful … ”
It took him a good ten minutes to eat the whole thing. When he was done, Joe was sure this time that it wasn’t an illusion – Spinelli looked about twenty years younger, like a fifty year old man in really good shape. He even looked bulkier and his hair darker. His liver spots were faded, his skin less wrinkled, and he had a big ol’ tent in his pants.
“Well, one last thing to take care of, boys … ”
The Move
“I hope this town is cooler than it looks,” Mark muttered. Joe stifled a chuckle and tried to stay upbeat.
“Don’t worry, boys. I’m sure you’ll like it once you get used to it,” Dan called back from the front seat. “It may be a lot smaller than LA, but there’s plenty to like here.”
Dan had recently taken a job in a small town in northern California. The twins about to start their last year of high school, and he knew there was no way he could afford to send them to college on his previous salary, but here he would be getting almost twice as much at a cost of living almost half what it was in LA. Raising the twins on his own hadn’t been easy – sure, he’d had a few boyfriends that helped out, but not many men were interested in a guy with two kids, even if he was as hot as Dan was.
Dan and the boys’ mother had split amicably when Dan came out to her. They’d still lived together for a little while, but when she decided to move across the country they decided the twins would be best off in a familiar environment. It turned out to be the better decision; most likely they would have been in the car with her when it happened …
The car pulled up to the house and the boys’ eyes got wide.
“You never said it was this big, dad,” Joe exclaimed. “It’s huge!”
If I had a nickel, Dan thought to himself.
“If I had a nickel for every time I’d heard that … ” Mark joked. Like father, like son.
Joe shot his brother a dirty look and bounded out of the car. “Wow.” Even the normally cynical Mark had a hard time maintaining his bored look, staring all around him as he walked up the porch into a house full of labelled cardboard boxes. The movers had already gotten there and unloaded all of their stuff, giving them the chore of unpacking everything.
Dan sighed and got out of the car. Again the doubts hit him. Was he doing the right thing? He was pretty sure, but then, only time would tell. His back and knees ached; they’d been driving for twelve hours already and he needed to move. He raised his arms over his head and stretched, enjoying the feel of his cotten t-shirt against his suddenly erect nipples. I wish I could jack off, he thought. I hope the movers didn’t look in any of the boxes with my sex toys in them …
As he walked up to the house he could hear the boys’ voices wafting out as they fought over bedrooms. Dan had managed to buy a four bedroom house with a good sized parlor, living room, a huge kitchen and even a pretty decent basement, if unfinished.
“Ugh,” he grunted as he put the pillows into place on the couch, then flopped on it. Five minutes, he promised himself.
Upstairs, the boys were exploring. Their dad’s stuff was already in the biggest bedroom with the private bath, so that was obviously not going to happen. The other three all looked about the same, but one had a window that opened out over the porch – perfect for sneaking out.
Joe realized it first and called it. Mark immediately realized why Joe was so hot for that room and laid claim to it himself.
“No way! I called it first!”
“I hadn’t seen all the rooms yet. You can’t call it until we’ve both looked at all of ‘em.”
“You should have looked faster.”
“Screw that!” Mark yelled, and initiated their usual conflict-resolution method: wrestling. Mark lept at Joe and knocked him to the ground. Mark, hoping for an easy pin, got into position, but Joe knew better than to get pinned that easily, and pulled a reversal.
Both boys had been wrestling, both each other and in school, since they were but wee tots. Being twins who ate the same diet and followed the same exercise regimen they were nearly identical in terms of strength and speed as well as genetics, and the outcome of a match between them was a toss-up.
Assuming it actually had a chance to end, that is …
Back downstairs, Dan’s peaceful moment of relaxation was brought to a nasty end by the knocking and yelling from upstairs. “Jeez … ” he muttered, and sat up, rubbing his forehead. “Not even five minutes … ”
He plodded up the stairs and followed the noise. Mark had Joe in a headlock. Joe’s shirt had been torn off and Mark’s didn’t look like it would survive. All of Joe’s muscles were flexing as he tried to break the headlock, and for a moment Dan was struck by how much the two of them looked like he did at that age …
“All right, break it up! You two can’t even make it five minutes?” he barked at them. Mark released Joe and the two stood up. “What was it about this time?”
“I called this room, Dad!” Joe blurted out, his chest still heaving.
“I hadn’t finished looking!” Mark retorted, crossing his arms across his chest.
Dan reached up to rub his forehead again. “Man … ” he muttered. “Okay, this is the deal. Mark, you get that room.” Dan pointed across the hall. Joe smiled as Mark started to protest. “Quiet. Joe, you get that room,” Dan pointed at the other bedroom, then braced himself for the inevitable …
“Dad!” they cried in unison. “ButIcalledtheroomnoyoudidn'tIdidIwasn'tdonelookinghowcanyoudothisitisn'tfair!”
“Of course it’s fair. This way nobody gets what they want – you two don’t get the room, and I don’t get my five minutes of quiet on the couch,” Dan smiled sarcastically. “That’s the deal. Next time just flip a coin or something.”
The two sighed. “Fine.” It occurred to them that this way they’d both have access to the window anyway …
“Now, I figure we should just start with the bedrooms. Once we’ve got the beds together we can work on the living room … ”
Dan let the boys deal with their rooms on their own. His only condition was that anything that could scratch the floor had to be on a rug, but otherwise he could care less. It took him nearly twenty minutes to get his bed positioned the way he wanted it on the rug, after which his shirt was drenched in the heat – the power wasn’t going to be turned on until tomorrow. Two hours later he finished, by which time he was starving. He emerged from his den to find the boys had already finished their rooms and were working on the kitchen – they both looked pretty sheepish.
“I don’t think we have much light left tonight. How about we all get showers and go out somewhere?” Dan suggested.
“Pizza!” Joe shouted.
“Chinese!” Mark cried.
“I doubt we’ll find a place with both.” He stood there for a moment and looked at them. The twins looked at each other. Dan wondered if they’d learned anything or not.
“One, two, three … ” the twins made fists and bumped them against their palms. “Paper,” showed Mark, his hand flat.
“Rock,” Joe sighed.
“So Chinese then. I’ve got my own bathroom. There’s the one in the hall upstairs; you two can share it. Get cracking,” Dan smirked, and climbed back up the stairs, glancing in the boys’ rooms on the way. They had their similarities but were two entirely different people – Mark’s room was covered with posters of rock stars and skateboarders, and Dan was sure that soon dirty clothes would be added to the mess. Joe was the opposite; he was almost retentively clean and has some bizarre fascination with rap music. They’d gotten their mother’s black hair and his blue eyes, her height and his build, although in recent months Mark had taken to dying his hair – this week was royal blue. Dan actually liked this one; it matched his eyes, unlike the green, or (shudder) pink he had had briefly when he screwed up dying it red once.
He headed on into his room and shut the door, then stripped down and got the hot water running. As he pulled the curtain shut and waited for the water to heat up, he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. For a moment, he stood and looked at his own body.
He was doing pretty well for a guy only a few years shy of forty. In high school he’d been an all-state wrestler and gymnast, and had continued in college, although he’d never won any national competitions. Parenting active twins on his own had helped keep him in shape, from biking with them when they were young to weightlifting when they got older. He could still see his abs, but they were starting to fade out a little. He flexed a bit in the mirror, admiring his own arms, his smooth, chest, stomach, and as always, his eyes drifted down to his groin.
The hair still hadn’t completely grown back yet; it was only about half an inch long still, and the scar was a bit pink. Dan reached down and stroked it with his fingers, remembering what it felt like before. He still got a little thrill from it. The testicles weren’t that far under his skin and when he rubbed the area it gave them a little stimulation. The tightness in his groin that he had come to recognize as his body’s attempt to gain an erection grew. He wanted to cum, but all his toys were still packed away … it would have to wait until later.
Twenty minutes later he was dry, dressed, and shaved – Dan wanted to look good when he went out. He had no idea how big the gay scene was out here but didn’t want to blow any chances by looking slovenly.
The boys were dressed more casually, in shorts and t-shirts, lying on the floor on their stomachs arm wrestling. Dan watched their biceps bulge as each tried to force the other’s arm to the floor with pride – he couldn’t be happier that they’d grown into smart, handsome, strong young men. Again he wondered if he’d made the right decision bringing them here, considering what would happen to them. Should he tell them tonight or wait? Wait, he thought to himself … give them as much time without having to worry about it as possible.
Mark forced Joe down and jumped up hooting. “Woo-hoo!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Joe muttered, getting to his feet.
“You two ready?” Dan asked. “I’m starving.”
The boys threw their shirts on and headed out to the car. Apparently their wrestling match had been to decide who got shotgun, so Mark hopped in and Joe sat in the back. The three headed into the main part of town and drove on down the street. Dan had only been in town twice before and didn’t know it well, so they just drove around for a bit looking for a place.
Mark spied it, a little hole-in-the-wall pizza place with some skater kids hanging out in front. “Let’s stop here,” he suggested.
“Hmm. Okay,” Dan consented, and parked on the street. Mark pulled his baseball hat off and mussed his blue hair up. Dan knew what the deal was there; Mark skated and wanted to make it obvious that he was likely into the same stuff they were. All this would be a lot easier if they boys had friends to help them through it …
They got out and walked towards the place. Mark lagged behind a little, trying to check out the skater kids. It looked like there were four of them, about their age, trying some basic ollies and flips.
Just as Mark walked by, the board flew out from one of the kids coming down off a jump and shot just to Mark’s left. His reflexes were on the mark as he put a foot down right atop it as it sped by, stopping it dead. With one motion, he drug his foot to the end of the board and pressed down with his toes, flipping the board up into his hands.
The kid who’d fallen came up to him and gratefully took his board back. “You skate, man?” He was a good looking kid, skinny and toned, in a ratty t-shirt and long pair of cargo shorts, with dirty blond shaggy hair and a scruffy goatee.
“Yeah. We just moved here today, so I haven’t been out anywhere yet,” Mark told him, watching the kid’s eyes look over his body.
“Really? Cool; it’ll be nice to have more guys around here who do it … you know where Slate’s Park is?” Mark shook his head no. “It’s right down this street here … ” the kid gave Mark directions. “We usually hang there. We’ll probably be down there tomorrow afternoon if you want to show up.”
“Yeah, that’d be cool,” Mark tried to play it smooth. “See you there.”
“Great.” Mark started to walk off. “Hey,” the kid called after him. “What’s your name, man?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m Mark.”
“I’m Silas.”
“Good to meet you man. I’ll, uh, see ya tomorrow, ok?”
“Later on, dude.”
Meanwhile, Dan and Joe had already gone inside. Deciding on a pizza was one of the rare easy choices for their family to make, as they all liked the same thing: pepperoni, sausage, and hot peppers. Joe saw some old video games in the back and abandoned Dan to go play them, while Dan waited up front to order.
The place was a little run-down and dingy but had a good atmosphere. The game room in the back had some dilapidated looking pinball machines, an old Ms. Pac Man tabletop, and a Galaga stand-up. Joe popped a quarter into Galaga and started playing.
Around stage 23 Joe became dimly aware of somebody watching him. During the minute break between stages he glanced over to see the guy watching him. He was a short kid, short but thick – his arms and chest bulged out of the thin, stained T-shirt he was wearing with the pizza joint’s logo on it. The kid’s paper cap barely contained his shock of blond hair.
“Oh, sorry, dude,” the kid said. “I’ve just never seen anybody make it that far before.”
“Aww, hell, I can get a lot further than this,” Joe said, as his spaceship promptly ran head-on into an approaching missile.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll shut up,” the kid apologized.
“Nah, it’s not your fault,” Joe said, starting up his second ship. “You work here?”
“Yeah. Crappy summer job my parents made me get. It was either this or quit the wrestling team.”
“You wrestle?” Joe asked. “We just moved here but my brother and I were planning on joining it when school starts up.” Joe didn’t look at him, but the screen, so didn’t notice the kid checking out his build.
“You a senior?” the guy asked.
“No, we’ll be juniors.”
“We?”
“My brother and I. Twins. Kid with the blue hair out front.”
“Oh, okay. I figured you must be older than that. You look pretty big – you’ll do pretty well here if you know what you’re doing. My name’s Ryan, by the way.”
“Joe. Nice to meet … ” he trailed off as his ship narrowly avoided an onslaught of killer space bees. “ … you,” he finished.
“You doing anything tomorrow night?” Ryan asked. “There’s a party down at the beach.”
“Really? That would be cool. Where is it?” Boom, as the galaxy’s last hope lost another spaceship.
“Uhh … well, it’s kinda hard to explain. I’ve got room in my truck; I could just pick you up,” Ryan offered.
“Yeah, that would be cool.”
“Where do you live?”
Joe paused as he realized that he had no idea. “Umm … I don’t actually know the address. We just got here today,” he smirked, looking sheepish. “I’ll ask my dad while we eat and let you know before we go, ok?”
“Sure. Welp … I gotta get back to work. Later on, dude.”
“Later on, man. Thanks for the invite.”
“Sure thing.”
Back in line, Mark walked in and joined Dan at the table. Joe was still in the back saving the universe, so they made random chit-chat. Again Dan wondered when he should tell them … if they were making friends this fast they might find out, and he wanted them to hear it from him. Under the table he pressed his hand to his bare groin again, feeling the smooth flatness in his groin.
A pimply faced teenager brought their pie out and distracted Dan from the issue. Later, he told himself, as he and Mark began to devour their dinner. Joe joined them soon enough and the three stuffed themselves. Tomorrow, he thought to himself. I’ll tell them tomorrow.
Late that night Mark heard a knock on his door. He was laying in bed in his boxers reading a magazine, not really tired. “Mark?” came the familiar whisper.
He opened the door to find Joe. “You wanna watch a movie?” Joe asked.
This was a familiar routine to the two of them. Mark had a TV in his room; Joe had some porn stashed away. “Sure,” Mark answered. “Pop it in.”
The two took their usual positions as the movie started: Mark in the bed, Joe in a chair at the foot of the bed. Joe fast-forwarded to the good part and the two of them whipped it out and started beating slowly. They’d been doing this for years, ever since Mark first discovered they could do it when they were twelve and showed Joe. Neither minded the others’ presence but a definite code of conduct had arisen: neither talked more than necessary, and their eyes stayed glued to the screen.
Joe usually came before Mark did; the movies he got normally involved fake-breasted porn starlets with the occasional lesbian scene, which didn’t do it for Mark. He was usually more interested in the guys fucking the girls.
Having a gay dad almost made it harder for him to tell anyone. He’d only fooled around with guys once or twice in the past but had known for a long time. He’d done girls just to make sure, and while he did okay at that it wasn’t what really turned him on. He really just wanted a strong pair of arms to hold him and a fat cock to suck, not tits and ass.
He couldn’t really talk to Joe about it; he was just too close for Mark to feel really comfortable about it. That, and they were twins – would that mean Joe was queer? Mark glanced at him busily whacking off in his chair. He sure seemed into chicks.
Mark just closed his eyes, leaned back, and thought about guys … cocks, balls, pecs, whiskers, sweat. He heard Joe grunt, and then felt the wetness as his balls pulled up close to his cock and dropped their load, the pearly white goo spurting out all over his stomach and chest.
Still panting, he let go of his cock, letting it lay against his belly, still firm but slowly deflating. Joe got up and went into the bathroom to dry off. “Night, man,” he said on the way out. Mark just nodded, glancing briefly at Joe’s equipment, identical to his …
The next afternoon Mark grabbed his skateboard, left a note for his dad where he was going, and headed out to the park Silas had told him about. Dan had left early that morning to go buy a bunch of stuff they needed – general household supplies, groceries, all that stuff you need when you move that you never bring with you.
It was a nice day, sunny and bright. Mark peeled his shirt off and tucked it into the back pocket of his shorts, enjoying the breeze on his bare chest as he whizzed down the streets. He wanted to impress these guys, and pulled some ollies and short grinds on the way to get warmed up.
As he neared the park he saw them – four guys at the far end in the tennis courts pulling tricks. He cruised along the paved paths in the park near them and recognized one as Silas.
“Hey, dude,” Silas greeted him as he entered the tennis court. “I was hopin’ you’d show.”
“Hey,” Mark answered. “What’s up?”
“We were just about to head downtown, hit some spots there. You want to come?” Silas asked. Mark looked at the boys from the safety of his sunglasses, keeping his head pointed at Silas but looking around at the other guys. Silas was also shirtless, skinny, with a light patch of blond hair square in the center of his chest and tanned skin. The other guys, soon to be introduced as Danny, Carter, and Erik, hit the typical skater kid profile right on the mark – mostly pretty skinny, a few random piercings here and there, jeans, chain wallets, studded belts … all okay looking but not as good as Silas. Something about his demeanor made Mark want to be close to him.
The boys skated out and headed to a parking garage. They pulled some tricks on the way, and Mark pulled off a decent manual that got him some props. When they made it to a long set of stairs, Carter said something about grinding the rail, and jumped onto it, riding it all the way to the bottom but landing wrong and skinning his knees. Danny wouldn’t even try it and Erik couldn’t ollie far enough to hit the rail to start with. Silas hit it perfectly, grinding all the way down and even dismounting with a heelflip.
Mark felt challenged. The others were at the bottom of the stair set and he was at the top. He could do this – he’d done similar sets before; surely he could manage this one.
He started up and got some speed, heading toward the rail at an oblique angle. Just as he was about to hit the first stair, he moved his back foot to the back of the board and pressed down, pulling his front foot upward and launching himself and the board into the air towards the rail.
Mark dragged his front foot along the board to make it horizontal again and hit the rail, starting the grind. As he approached the bottom he could feel the board starting to lag behind and adjusted his balance to keep upright, but overcorrected. The board flew out in front of him into the street and Mark, still flying forward, fell directly onto the rail, one leg on either side.
It all happened in slow motion. He could see the board flying out over the other kids’ heads and the world pitch as the rail came to meet him. Then came the blinding pain in his crotch as he hit the rail, wet and mushy, and the knock as he fell off that to the ground at the bottom of the stair set.
Silas and the others ran to him. “Is he okay?” Erik asked.
Silas rolled Mark’s unconscious body over. He was breathing and a quick finger to the neck showed he wasn’t dead or anything, but he did have a cut on his forehead and a red stain spreading in his groin.
“Call an ambulance,” Silas told them, and Danny whipped out his cell. Silas undid Mark’s shorts; there was more blood underneath. “We have to put pressure on it,” he explained, pulling his shirt from his pocket and lifting Mark’s boxer-briefs away from his body.
“Whoah,” Carter’s eyes grew wide. “He has a dick?”
“He just moved here,” Silas told him. “They must not have done it yet.”
“Can I see?”
“It’s a dick, Carter. You had one too. He’s bleeding, for chrissake.” Silas stuffed his shirt down in Mark’s undies and held it pressed there until the ambulance came.
The EMT’s got him onto a stretcher and checked Mark out inside the ambulance, leaving the other boys to wait outside. “Why do'you think he’s bleeding so bad?” Danny wondered aloud.
“I think his sac got cut or something,” Silas commented. “Not too sure.”
Inside the ambulance the EMT’s had stripped off Mark’s shorts and underwear, leaving him naked on the stretcher. Silas was partially right; Mark’s scrotum had split open and one of his testicles had been crushed. The EMT’s radioed to the hospital to let them know they were on their way.
The back door opened and one of them called out. “One of you want to ride along? We need somebody to tell us who he is.”
Silas ran up to the back and hopped in, only to be taken aback by the sight of Mark, naked and bleeding. The EMT showed him where to sit and the ambulance took off. Silas watched as the guy cleaned Mark up as best he could, packing the wound with sterile gauze. Silas stared at Mark’s package – he had never seen a mature one before. He knew all about it from sex ed class, how it all worked and all, but he and every guy he knew had had theirs removed five years ago, and he had never seen a mature cock in real life. Mark’s was huge compared to how Silas’ had been, and hairy, like the guys’ in the porno’s he’d seen. He hoped Mark could deal with it well when they took it off him – the local boys all got tucked before they could really do anything with theirs, so they didn’t know what they were missing, but this guy …
The phone rang at the house and Joe picked it up. “Hello?” Moments later, he was dialing Dan’s cell number. “Dad! Mark had some accident skating and they took him to the hospital.”
“What?” came Dan’s voice from the other end. “Is he okay?”
“I dunno. They said he hit his head or something but they think he’ll be okay, then they said something about him needing surgery or something.”
Surgery? They’re going to tuck him, Dan realized. This wasn’t the way he had wanted it to happen … “Okay. I’m almost home anyway. Come outside, we’ll get the stuff that needs to be in the fridge in and then I’ll run down there.”
When he pulled up to the house Joe was waiting outside. Dan just dumped the bags in the driveway and took off again, leaving Joe to take them inside and put them away. Dan felt bad about leaving Joe and going alone, but if he was right about what they would do to Mark he didn’t want Joe to find out about it this way.
He’d seen the hospital earlier that day so knew where to go, but even on the five minute drive his brain assailed him with fears about Mark – that he’d had a concussion or brain damage or burst his spleen or any of the other random fears parents get about their children.
When he got to the hospital he sprinted to the emergency doors and inside. “Mark,” he panted, “Mark Caballero. Where is he?”
The nurse behind the counter typed something into the computer. “Oh, they brought him in about half an hour ago and they took him straight into surgery. You can’t see him yet, I’m afraid.”
“Is he okay?” Dan panted.
“I’ll tell the ER to send his doctor out as soon he can. If you’ll just have a seat … ”
Dan took the hint and sat down, trying to be calm. He kept his fears under control; Joe said they said Mark would be okay, and if they were tucking him, well, it would have happened anyway in the next few months or so. Maybe he’d have it easier this way.
An eternity later a doctor in slightly bloodied scrubs came out and asked for him. Dan followed him back into the guts of the hospital.
“Your son will be fine, Mr. Caballero,” the doctor told him. “Apparently he was trying to skate down a stair rail and fell. He sustained a light blow to the head; that just needed some stitches and even though there’s no concussion we’ll want to keep him overnight for observation. Now, I understand you just moved here?”
“Um, yes,” Dan answered.
“Well, your son also suffered some injury to the groin area. One of his testicles burst and his scrotum ruptured, and there was some damage to his penile structures as well. Since we’d have to do some major work down there we decided to go ahead and perform the usual restructuring now.”
So they had done it. Dan almost reflexively put a hand near his groin, becoming acutely aware of his lack of genitals. Now Mark was the same way … “We expect him to make a full recovery quickly. I’d like to keep him here tonight, but we should be able to send him home tomorrow morning.”
“Can I see him?”
“Sure. He’s still out but his room is right down the hall here … ” Dan quickened the pace as they neared his son’s room. He burst in the door to see Mark in bed, part of his head shaved with a bandage over it and a blanket over him. Dan had tears in his eyes and he leaned over his son’s prone form and kissed him lightly on the forehead. He put a hand on Mark’s chest so he could feel him breathe, something he had done with them as children when they slept.
“Ahurm,” the doctor cleared his throat. “He should be coming around any time now. Ring the nurse if you need anything.” Dan shook hands with him and the doctor left, only then noticing the scruffy kid sitting in the corner.
“Uh, hi,” Silas greeted him.
“Hey,” Dan answered back, apprehensive. Who was this kid?
“Umm … I’m Silas Denningham,” the kid introduced himself. “Mark was with me when he … you know, hit himself.”
“Oh, okay,” Dan said, now recognizing him from the pizza place. “Thanks for helping out.”
“Hey, no problem. He seems like a cool guy. Sorry, he, uh, you know, it happened.”
Dan sighed lightly and sat down. “It’s okay; they’re saying he’ll be fine.”
“Even though they … ” Silas pressed fingers into his flat groin to show what he was talking about. “You think he’ll be okay with that?”
“I … I don’t know,” Dan answered.
Silas left a few minutes later when he could sense that Dan preferred to be alone with his son. With the privacy, Dan first called back home to let Joe know everything was okay. “Yeah, he hit his head and they want to keep him overnight but he should be fine.”
“Should I still go to that party?” Joe asked.
“Uh … ” Dan just didn’t want to deal with this right now. “Yeah, go ahead. I think I’ll stay here tonight.”
“Okay. I’ll try to be home early in case you need anything.”
“Okay, son. Have fun at the party.”
He leaned forward again in the chair and absentmindedly stroked his son’s hair. Mark moaned a little.
“Mark?” he asked. “You awake?”
“Uhhh … owww … ”
“It’s Dad,” Dan told him.
“Whu … where am I?” Mark muttered.
“You’re in the hospital. You hit your head,” Dan told him.
Mark tried to lift his head up. “Ow … head hurts.” He tried to sit up. “Ow … crotch hurts.”
“Just don’t worry, son. You’ll be okay.” Dan pushed the nurse call button.
“No … ” he muttered, pulling himself up onto some pillows anyway, letting the blanket fall to his belly, then closed his eyes again. “Is there any water?” Mark asked.
The nurse came in. “Can we get some water?” Dan asked. She nodded and left the room. Dan turned back to Mark. “She’ll get you some.”
“Great,” Mark intoned, and relaxed back into the pillows, closing his eyes. “What happened?” He seemed to be getting a bit lucid, but was still pretty out of it.
“They said you were skating and fell on something.”
“Right … the rail … ” Mark blew air out. “Ugh.”
They sat in silence for a few moments. “What did they do, uh … ” Mark moved his hand to his groin and lightly felt the bandage. “Where? Where’s all my … it’s gone … ”
“Don’t worry about it, Mark, just rest,” Dan told him. The nurse came back with the water and some pills.
“These will kill the pain and help him sleep,” she told Dan. “It would be best if he stayed out for a few hours.” Dan nodded okay and she helped Mark take the pills.
Mark lay back on the pillow and stayed there with his eyes closed. “They cut it off, didn’t they?” he asked, his hand moving back to his groin. “All of it.”
Dan sighed again. “Yes, son,” he told him. “It had to happen.”
“Must’ve got hurt pretty bad, huh?” Mark giggled, then grimaced as the pain of the movement hit him.
“You burst a testicle, and hit your head, son.”
“That’s all? Why’d they do the … the … rest?” He seemed to be struggling to stay awake.
Dan put his hand on Mark’s chest. “Just try to rest, son. I’ll be here in the morning.” Dan didn’t even think Mark heard the end of his sentence, as the boy’s body relaxed and he slipped into sleep again.
Joe was worried about Mark but since his dad called to tell him Mark would be okay he wasn’t too worried to party. He got dressed up in clothes he figured should be right for a beach party – cargo shorts, sandals, tightish tank top. Ryan had already called and was supposed to be on his way over. Joe was doing a final look-himself-over when he heard the horn outside.
He stepped out of the house, locking the door behind him, and sauntered up to the red Jeep in the driveway. “What’s up, man?” Ryan greeted him.
“Not too much. Just looking forward to this party.” Joe hopped in the passenger’s side, hitting his foot on a case of beer on the floor. That made Joe a little nervous; he’d drunk a little before but never much.
“It should be good. A bunch of chicks should be there, maybe give us a little rub.” Rub, Joe thought. Must be some local slang or something.
Ryan took off and sped along down to the beach, pointing out landmarks along the way – local hangouts, that sort of thing. “How old’s your brother, anyway?” Ryan asked.
Joe thought that was a funny question. Ryan must not have noticed they were twins … “Um. About five minutes younger than me, we think, but my dad said they got us mixed up a few times when we were younger.”
“Oh, you’re twins? I thought you looked pretty similar but I guess I didn’t get a good enough look,” Ryan said. “Or maybe it’s the blue hair. You should have invited him.”
“I told him about it but he went out skating and apparently hurt himself. Dad went down to the hospital. He said it was nothing to worry about; just knocked himself silly.”
“Oh, that sucks. Too bad for him. Okay, this up here is where we usually get beer,” Ryan pointed out a convenience store on the side of the road. “This guy Brent’s older brother works there and he hooks us up.” Right after the convenience store Ryan pulled onto a dirt road that went back over a hill.
“Cool.”
“So where you from, anyway?” Ryan asked.
“LA. Dad got a job up here way better than his last one so we moved up here.”
“Just got here, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“You been tucked yet?” Ryan glanced at Joe’s shorts.
“Tucked?”
“You know,” Ryan said, patting his crotch.
“Uh … no.”
“Hey, we’re here,” Ryan shouted, stopping the jeep. “Grab the beer,” he told Joe, and hopped out of the Jeep. He grabbed a few more cases from under a tarp in the back and the two lugged them past the treeline and out onto a wide sandy beach. About ten kids were already there playing sand volleyball, a few chicks sunning themselves on the beach. Joe was still wondering what tucking was, but the sight of the girls drew his attention …
Back at his house, Silas said hi to his mom and little brothers and went straight to the room he shared with his four little brothers. “Out,” he said to Jimbo, the third-youngest. Jimbo knew better than to argue and promply cleared out. Silas locked the door and stripped down, pulling his sweaty and bloody clothes off and leaving them in the orange hamper his clothes went in.
He stood in front of the full-length mirror on his bedroom door and looked over himself … his scraggly hair, stubbly chin, smallish nipples. His eyes moved down past a six-pack born of skinniness, to the shaven smooth void of his groin with its short pinkish vertical scar. Silas imagined himself with a cock, low and swinging, long and thick, with two egg-sized balls hanging from it. He started to get horny and rubbed the spot a bit, stimulating the lone testicle buried beneath.
Ever since he’d been tucked Silas had wondered. His friends told him not to bother, but he couldn’t help it – it wasn’t that he minded being tucked quite so much, just that, well … he wished he had at least known what it was like. He envied Mark, the guy who had surely gotten to use his before losing it. Didn’t matter with him anymore; Silas had seen the bandage over Mark’s groin and knew it had happened. His brother still had his, though … Silas wondered again for the umpteenth time what it must be like.
He dug his dildo out from the spot it was hidden and held it to his groin, trying to imagine that it was real. “You’re being an idiot, Silas Graham,” he whispered to himself. “Get over it already.”
Now he was all horny, so he hid the dildo under a towel and headed to the bathroom to get off, thoughts of the two brothers filling his head …
Mark woke up again around midnight. His mind was hazy from the painkillers still coursing through his system, but opening his eyes to yet another unfamiliar ceiling woke him with a start.
He sat up in bed and looked around him. His dad was sleeping in a chair next to the bed. Moonlight filtered in through the Venetian blinds on the one window. There was a tube going into his arm that he knew better than to screw with.
A little wave of pain shot from his head. Mark put a hand up to feel the bandage. He could feel the same tightness at his groin, and snaked his free arm under the covers to feel it. He put his palm over his groin and realized he couldn’t feel his cock … or his balls. He poked a little – they were definitely gone!
“Aah!” he cried, more from fright than anything. Dan awoke with a start.
“Mark! Mark!” he gently pulled Mark’s hand out from under the covers and lay a hand on his chest, slowly pushing Mark back onto the bed. His son stared straight ahead, breathing rapidly. “Calm down, son.”
“Dad?” Mark panted. “What … what happened?”
“You were skating and had an accident.”
“What … I don’t remember much … ” He tried to recall the last thing he could. He had some hazy memories from being in the hospital earlier, and then skating with Silas and the other kids … then, the rail. “I hit my head … ” he muttered.
“Yeah, son. You’ll be okay though; they just wanted to keep you here overnight.”
“If I just hit my head, then, then … ” he threw the covers off and stared at his own bandaged and swollen groin. “What happened to … to … ”
Dan pulled the covers back. “Calm down, son,” he tried to be soothing. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay. Where the hell’s my dick?”
Dan visibly deflated. This was not how he had planned to handle this. “Okay, Mark … just try and listen to all this, ok?”
“O…okay,” Mark whimpered.
“When you fell you burst a testicle and did a lot of damage to your genitals in general, so this probably would have happened anyway, but, this town has a strange policy. When boys turn fourteen, they, well, they call it tucking, but … ”
“They cut their dicks off?” Mark asked incredulously. Was he really hearing this? “Why?”
“I don’t know the history … something that happened a long time ago, like 1880 or something,” Dan tried to explain, “but, well, it was a condition for us to move here is they had to do it. I wanted to wait a while, but you’d hurt yourself so bad down there anyway they just went ahead and did it now.”
Mark felt like he was about to faint. His cock was gone. His balls were gone. This was a nightmare. Please let this be a nightmare, he wished to himself.
“You’ve still got one testicle, son, they put it where the … ” he stumbled with the words. “Where the root of your penis was.”
“Did … did they do this to you, too, Dad?”
Another sigh. “Yes, son. The second time I came up here, in March.”
“And you just let them?” Mark was incredulous. How could anybody let this happen to them?
“It was the only way, son. You know how hard it was for me to get a decent job. I didn’t want to tell you boys this, but we were about to get evicted, and I want you two to go to a good college, and … ” Dan put his head in his hands. “It was the only thing I could do, son.” His eyes were getting wet.
His father on the verge of tears struck Mark in a bad way. Between the realization of what had been done to him, the painkillers, and the situation in general, his mind was swimming with random thoughts. It made his head hurt. All he could think to do was lean over and put his arm around his dad.
Joe spiked the ball over the net and it came down hard, making a miniature crater in the sand. After three beers he was a little toasty, and jumping around playing beach volleyball didn’t help too much. “I’m gonna go sit down for a while, okay?” he said to no one in particular and wandered off toward the fire they’d lit earlier. A few kids were hanging out around it sitting on logs or blankets and talking, mostly gossiping about other kids from school.
He’d met everybody earlier and seemed to get along well with them. A few of the girls had been shooting him some looks, and he was hoping to get laid tonight, but with his stomach rumbling he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
“Hey,” Ryan greeted him.
“Hey,” Joe returned it. Ryan sat down next to him and stared into the fire for a few minutes.
“You having fun?” he finally asked.
“Yeah. A little worried about my bro still. This beer’s got me feeling a little weird too.”
“You must not drink much for three beers to put you down.”
“I don’t. I mean, I haven’t … in a while, you know?” Argh. He was going to look like a dumbass in front of these people. He glanced over at Ryan. He was smiling, and staring blankly into the fire.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes, just watching the wood burn down. Joe caught a few covert glances at a girl named June, who’d given him a few approving looks earlier, then absentmindedly put his hand down his pants to adjust.
“What was that?” Ryan asked.
“Huh? Oh … just had to, you know, adjust myself,” Joe answered.
“Oh, right,” Ryan replied. “Forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“You just moved here.”
“What, do you call it something different?”
“Um, no … ” Ryan stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna get some more beer,” he commented to no one in particular and ambled off.
June got up and came to sit next to him. “So, new kid. How do you like it here so far?” She smiled and put an arm around him, pulling him in close.
“I like it pretty well,” Joe replied, hoping his loose swim trunks would hide his boner.
“You wanna take a walk?” she asked.
“Sure!” No, too eager … aw, fuck it, Joe thought. I might get laid! “Let’s go.”
“Okay.” She stood up and they stumbled off down the beach. He stood up rapidly, his boner sticking straight out. He didn’t even look but could just feel it, so turned away from the fire, hoping the darkness would hide it.
They wandered off down the beach awhile talking. She asked him about wrestling, his family, where he had lived. After a few minutes they’d gotten to a nice spot and she suggested they lay down.
Both lay back on the sand and looked up into the clear sky. “I love it out here,” June waxed. “Nobody around … we could do anything we wanted.” She rolled over, straddling his belly. “Anything,” she giggled, and put her hands on his chest, running a finger around his nipple.
Joe’s boner came back in full force and poked June in the butt. “Ooh!” she squealed, and reached around to feel what it was. When her hand hit his shorts and felt his cock, she smiled and said huskily, “You really are new here.”
Joe just smiled and put his hands behind his head. She crawled backwards down off him and gripped his swim trunks by the legs, pulling them down slowly. Joe’s boner, rock hard, thwapped against his stomach as it came up. June pulled his shorts off and tossed them aside. “Wow,” she commented, getting on all four over his legs, looking at it up close. “I’ve never seen one like that before,” she commented.
Joe’s penis wasn’t the only thing swelling after that comment. June moved her head closer to Joe’s groin and took his cock into her mouth, slowly bobbing up and down.
“Oooh! Teeth!” Joe whispered. “Careful!”
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I haven’t done this much.”
“Just take it slow and watch the teeth,” he smiled at her.
She smiled back and went back to it. Joe lay there, a little drunk, warm and happy on the beach. I love this town, he thought to himself.
June tired of giving him head after a few minutes and came back up in a straddle, undoing her top and letting it fall to the sand. Her breasts were well-proportioned to her size, smallish and perky. Joe reached up and massaged them with his hands. “Oh!” she moaned. Joe just smiled, narrowing his eyes. Aww, yeah, he thought.
She came down on top of him and shoved her tongue down his throat, clumsy like the teenager she was. He returned the favor.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked. “God, I want to fuck you.”
“Condom? No … you can’t buy them around here.”
“Oh.” Joe was disappointed. He knew better than to try without it but was hoping. “Guess we’ll have to go for the next best thing.”
He sat up, slowly letting her down to the sand, and pulled her bottom off. “Mmmm,” he smiled up at her, and dove tongue first between her legs.
June was definitely a moaner, and he made her moan loud. It only took five minutes for her to look like she was having a seizure: “Ah! Ah! OOOOOOOOHHHH!” After her orgasm it seemed like June only got hornier. She knocked Joe back to the ground and attacked his cock with new fervor, playing with his balls in one hand as she did it.
Joe was paralyzed with pleasure; he couldn’t move or talk – even when she scraped his cock a little with her teeth he couldn’t make a noise. “Ah … ah … I’m … cu … ” was all he could get out before he exploded all over her mouth, her breasts, her hands. Flush with orgasm, he could only lay there for a moment, matching her smile with his.
Back at the fire, Ryan finished his sixth beer off. He was drunk and horny, and people were starting to leave. No ass tonight, he thought to himself. Better find Joe …
He had seen him leave with June, but fuck it – she didn’t have a car either and he needed to get home before two or his dad would whip his ass. He stumbled off down the beach until he could faintly hear June’s moans. “Ah,” he mumbled to himself. “Lucky bastard.”
Ryan came up from the land side and caught sight of them. They didn’t see him behind the bushes. June’s top was off and her tits were hanging out; Joe’s face was buried in her snatch. Ryan had a perfect view of Joe’s ass, but what got him was what was hanging from Joe’s crotch. He hadn’t had his for three years now, and hadn’t seen a pair of balls on a human since then.
He squatted down behind the bushes, watching the two of them go at it. June was hot and all but not really his type. As for Joe, well, Ryan didn’t go for guys much but when he did, Joe was the kind he went for. He wanted Joe’s cock in him, and bad. Ryan rubbed his groin, shaven smooth, feeling the scar. His hand moved further down to his taint and pisshole, and he pressed up against it with his fingers, stimulating his prostate a bit. He could feel some prostate goo drip out of his pisshole onto his hand, and rubbed that over his groin and nipples, tweaking them with his left hand while his right stayed in his groin.
Finally it seemed like the two of them had finished, and were just laying out on the sand. Ryan could hear a girl, Claire, maybe, shouting June’s name. June was already putting her top back on, pecked Joe on the cheek and ran off down the beach. Joe just lay there, naked on the sand, his arms behind his head.
Ryan now took his chance. He walked out next to Joe. “Hey,” he greeted him.
Joe sat up with a start, covering himself reflexively. “Oh, uh, hi, uh … ”
Ryan sat down next to him and lay back parallel to Joe. “Nice dick,” he commented. How would Joe take that, he wondered? He said his dad was gay … maybe he’d be cool with fooling around.
Joe had no idea how to react to that. “Uhh … thanks.”
“Couldn’t help but notice.” Ryan pushed himself up onto his side. Joe was really, really nervous, not feeling threatened so much as confused. Ryan reached his hand over, stopping just shy of touching Joe’s still engorged cock. “You mind?” he asked.
Joe could smell the beer on Ryan’s breath, but, well, he was still horny. He’d never fooled around with a guy before. Mark had, and they’d talked about it, but it was a little weird to him …
Ryan took Joe’s silence as a yes, and started pumping it lightly. It quickly grew hard again. “Here,” he muttered, slipping off his swim trunks and getting up on all fours.
Joe took that bait and got on his knees behind Ryan. The girl hadn’t let him fuck her, but if this guy wanted it … He guided his cock in with his hand, pressing up against Ryan’s ass. It loosened easily, and Joe just slid right in, flexing his cock once he was in to press up against Ryan’s prostate – something he’d learned when he watched some instructional “better sex” video his dad had thought he’d hidden from the boys when they were younger.
In, out, in, out … he was doing more work this time, but damn this felt good. He grabbed Ryan around the waist and pulled him into himself as he thrust. “Give it to me,” Ryan cried, and Joe thrust harder, slapping his balls up against Ryan’s ass.
Joe began to tire after having already gone at it with June, so lay back on the sand and pulled Ryan down on top of him. Ryan turned to face Joe and lowered himself on, moving up and down as fast as he could. Joe smiled up at him, letting his gaze wander down. Ryan was pretty built, probably stronger than he was, and his height would only help that … great abs, perfect six-pack, and … the hell?
Joe wanted to ask where Ryan’s dick was, but, couldn’t … oh jeebus, he was about to cum, and so was Ryan. “Aah … aah … aaah!” Ryan moaned, and a load of milky white goo shot from between his legs all over’s Joe’s belly just as Joe thrust upward for the last time, emptying his load in Ryan’s asshole.
After a few moments panting, Ryan stood up over him and stretched. “Aaah … that felt so fucking good, man.”
“Dude … phew … ” Joe was still out of breath. “Dude, what … what happened to your dick? And … and … ” Joe could only stare at Ryan’s bare crotch.
Realization hit Ryan like a ton of bricks. “Y … you don’t know?”
“Did you have an … accident or something?”
Ryan sat down next to Joe, their nudity forgotten. “I figured you’d know about this by now,” he started.
“Know about what?”
“About this,” Ryan said, rubbing his scar.
“How would I … ?” Joe trailed off.
“Okay, it’s like this,” Ryan began. “I moved here four years ago so I know it’s weird, but this is the deal … ”
Mark woke up again around two in the morning. Dan had passed out in a chair next to the bed. He wasn’t in that much pain anymore, mostly just sore. His head hurt when he moved his eyebrows but his crotch didn’t feel too bad.
He put his free hand under the covers and just lay it over the bandage. It’s gone, he thought to himself. It’s really gone. He was still pissed at his dad for making that kind of decision for him – he and Joe were only a year from graduating, and then they’d have been in college, with their dicks … couldn’t they have done something? He knew his dad didn’t communicate with his family and hadn’t in decades, and their mother’s family lived on the east coast, but surely …
No, he thought. That’s all pointless. It doesn’t matter anymore; the deed’s been done. He just had to learn to deal with it. It might not be all that bad, he thought. Dad seems to have adjusted well, and Silas and Erik and all them … they didn’t even seem to think about it; it was normal to them. Maybe it would become normal to him.
He didn’t how Joe would react, though. I’ve fooled around with guys, Mark thought, and I could get used to taking it up the ass, but Joe … he doubted Joe would deal with it well.
* * *
“My dad’s from here,” Ryan explained, “He got tucked at fourteen. We lived in Seattle until I was almost fourteen and he wanted to move back. I didn’t know anything about it either until we were already down here.
“I heard about it in school, and when I asked my dad about it he showed me. I didn’t really know what to think about it, but it seemed like what you had to do, so when the time came, Dad took me down to the doctor’s and they did it. I was laid up for a week but when it healed up, here it was.” Joe ran a finger along the line of Ryan’s scar, a little turned on by it but mostly curious.
“They put one of your balls up in where your dick was,” Ryan explained. “You can push here … ” he pressed into the flesh over the scar, “ … and rub it a little.” Joe did it, noticing Ryan’s nipples get hard. “Yeah, that’s it,” Ryan purred.
“So you have to get fucked to get off?” Joe asked.
“Most of the time. I’ve cum a few times doing this stuff,” indicating the rubbing, “but it’s easiest to go up the ass. The girls around here all know what they’re doing with a strap-on, so it’s not like you have to be queer or anything.”
“You’re not gay?” Joe asked.
“Not … really, but, well … ” now it was Ryan’s turn to be uncomfortable. “I mean, I was really kind of curious. I’ve never seen a hard cock in real life before.” He blushed, and looked down at himself. “Mine’s been gone for years and I only got hard with it once or twice. Never got laid until later. It’s just … I dunno. I guess I wanted to know what it felt like.” He didn’t want to tell Joe that he really was attracted to him, but it just blurted out. “And you are pretty hot,” he finished.
“I’ve never been with a guy before,” Joe confessed. “Does it hurt?”
“The tucking or the fucking?”
“The … taking it up the ass. Does it hurt?”
“It kinda does the first time. You just gotta learn to relax. After you’ve done it a few times it’s easy; it’s like riding a bike. After they tuck you I’ll take you down to the shop and we’ll find a smallish dildo for you to start on.”
After they tuck me, Joe thought. So it’s a foregone conclusion. What about his dad? What about Mark? Was … was that why he was in the hospital?
“I don’t think I wanna be … tucked,” Joe let slip out. “I … I like my dick.”
“It’s not that bad once they do it, really,” Ryan comforted him. “I was freaked out too, but afterwards you’ll see; it’s really okay. Most guys wouldn’t go back even if they could. I wouldn’t.”
“You like it better that way?”
“Well, I mean … it’s really the only way I’ve known it. I never fucked anybody before I got tucked. Hell, I never even jacked off.”
Ryan lay back down on the sand and looked up at the stars. “I wonder what it’s like sometimes.”
Joe gazed at Ryan’s body from top to bottom … his face, his chest, his stomach, his legs, arms, smooth groin, and he started to get hard again. This tucking thing … it kinda turned him on. He reached over and started massaging Ryan’s scar again, his cock slowly erecting for the third time.
Ryan noticed. “You want to go again?” he said, incredulously.
“Well, A, if I’m losing it I want to get as much out of it as possible – although they won’t be taking it without a fight.”
“And B?”
“You … uh … ” Joe didn’t feel entirely comfortable saying it, but … “B … I think you’re really fucking hot.”
The two were awakened the next morning by the sun coming up. After round two they’d washed themselves in the ocean water and then lay on the beach, intending to just be there for a few minutes. Joe awoke with Ryan’s head on his chest and his arm around the other boy’s neck. His cock was a little sore from all the attention and his head was pounding from the beer.
Ryan dropped him off at his house with a promise to call later. Joe was a tangle of emotions; unsure how to feel about Ryan. “Am I gay?” he thought. “Does Ryan really count as a guy?” Then came the whole tucking issue – he didn’t want that to happen to him, no way. He could catch a bus out of town, run away from the whole thing, but, what then? He had no family to stay with outside of his father and brother, no real cash saved up, and didn’t want to end up some street prostitute or something like that.
The others weren’t home from the hospital yet, thankfully, so Joe showered the sand and salt off and hit the sack.
“Come on, son, let me help you out,” Dan pleaded. As soon as they’d gotten home Mark had opened the door and started walking out on his own. The doctors had told him to be very careful and walk as little as possible for a few days. His crotch was still swollen and painful, but Mark wasn’t about to let his dad carry him to the door. I’m seventeen, for chrissake, he said to himself. I can do this.
He hobbled up the front steps, his dad hovering around him the whole way. The steps posed more problem than walking did but he made it into the house and collapsed on the couch. “Here, I’ll get you some water,” Dan offered.
Mark flipped on the TV but all they could get were crappy Sunday morning religious shows … nothing to distract him from the feeling that he’d been racked up really bad, combined with having most of his crotch cut out of him. Dan gave him the glass of water and the Lortabs the hospital had given him; Mark swallowed them and let himself melt into the couch while Dan headed up to shower and change clothes. On the way he peeked in on Joe, only to see him passed out naked atop the covers, ass in the air.
While in the shower he thought about how to break the news to Joe. Maybe we should go ahead and move up the date for him, he thought. It might cause issues between the boys, and the sooner the better, or so the people had told him when he’d had to schedule his own tucking. He’d call this week; it would be best that way. He just wished he had some way to let Joe feel how bad it wasn’t – he knew there was no way he could tell a seventeen year old boy that not having his penis really wouldn’t be so awful. Mark, in his moments of lucidity, seemed to be dealing with it well, but that could just be the shock of it all.
Once out of the shower he saw that Mark hadn’t budged a bit but was instead entranced by some movie he’d found on TV. He fried up some sausages and eggs, buttered some toast, and took some out to Mark, then yelled upstairs: “Breakfast if you want it, Joe!” He heard a muffled response in return. It didn’t matter; there was plenty for both of them. If he was coming down, he’d come down, if not, he wouldn’t.
Joe stumbled down the steps a few minutes later in his boxers. “Hey,” he greeted Mark.
Mark lolled his head around. “Hey.”
“How you feeling?”
“Like shit.”
“What happened?”
“Tried to grind a rail and fell.” Mark took a bite of toast.
“You gonna be okay?”
“I think so.”
They stood there in silence for a moment while Joe tried to think of how to word his next question. He decided in favor of bluntness. “Do you know about this, uh, tucking, thing?”
Mark giggled. “Uh … yeah.”
Joe couldn’t help but glance down at Mark, but couldn’t really see anything through his shorts. “So, uh, what do you think about it?”
“Doesn’t really matter anymore.” He pulled the elastic waistband of his shorts away to reveal the bandage underneath.
Joe’s eyes grew wide. “They did it to you already?” Terror gripped his brain.
“I squished a nut when I fell and they had to go in there anyway, so they did it while I was under. I didn’t know until I woke up.”
“What did Dad say?”
“He authorized it.”
“So he was cool with it?” Joe was suddenly feeling very alone.
“They did it to him months ago.”
Joe felt like he’d been hit over the head with a two-by-four. Even his dad? He sat down on the couch next to Mark and stared straight ahead into space, his already scrambled thoughts trying to deal with yet more strange information.
Dan noticed him on the couch, both looking stoned. “Funny,” he said to the two of them. “I thought I only gave Mark narcotics.”
Joe turned to look at him. “You want some breakfast?” he asked.
“Sure,” Joe muttered, and ambled into the kitchen, his head hung low, and sat at the table. Dan set a plate of food down in front of him.
“So how was the party last night?” Dan asked. Joe looked pretty down …
“It was good. I had fun.”
“You get laid?” Dan smiled, not expecting the answer he was about to get.
“Yeah. Three times.” Joe wasn’t even paying attention; he was on autopilot, his brain occupied by other matters.
“What?”
“Uhh … um … ” Crap.
“So … uh … did you … use protection?” Dan knew his kids would become sexually active at some point, and had tried to teach them to be responsible, but this was still not something he expected.
“Well, um, no. They don’t sell condoms here, but … ”
“Then you shouldn’t have done it, son. All the diseases you can get, or getting a girl pregnant, or … ” Visions of lesions danced in Dan’s head.
“Dad, dad, calm down,” Joe pleaded. “The first one, the girl, um, we didn’t go all the way, and the other two, this guy, he’s clean and all, and I know I am, and … ”
“You had sex with two different people?” Dan was simultaneously horrified and impressed.
“Yeah, this chick at the party who’d never seen a dick before, and then this guy I met, but … ” Joe was trying to steer the conversation toward what he wanted to talk about, the tucking, not his sexual escapades. Dan was more impressed, and a little worried, by the revelation that his kid was apparently bisexual, and was hoping to avoid the tucking conversation until he could think about it some more.
“You got laid?” Mark asked, yelling from the living room. “Way to go.”
“Uhh, yeah,” Joe answered, a little nervous about talking about it with Mark listening in. He didn’t want to make his brother jealous or sound like he was trying to taunt him or anything. “Look, Dad, that’s not really what I wanted to talk about, okay?”
Dan sighed. Okay, he thought to himself … let’s get this over with. “I … I know, son.”
“So what the hell’s going on here? I was the only guy at that party with a dick, and now I find out the two of you are, uh, ‘tucked?’ Dad, I don’t want that to happen to me!” Joe was on the verge of tears and trying to hold them back.
Mark wasn’t sure if it was the painkillers or shock of it or what, but he was having a hard time relating. He knew his dick was gone, and balls effectively gone, but it just didn’t bother him. Everybody else here was, so it’s not like he would be some weird freak in the locker room – quite the opposite. He could learn to take it up the butt; it didn’t bother him that much. He was annoyed about how it happened and all, but, pressing his hand to his groin, it felt strangely … right.
“Just … Dad, is there any way out of this?” Joe pleaded. “There’s gotta be some way around it.”
“I asked the same thing, son, and, well, not really. We can put it off until August … ”
“Can I go back to LA? Maybe I could stay with Ruth’s family, or Gene, or somebody … ” Joe was grasping at straws. Gene’s family was dirt poor and could probably not afford it even if Dan sent him money, and he and Ruth had not left on exactly the best of terms. Even Joe didn’t really like the idea; he didn’t want to leave his family.
“Son, it’s … it’s really not that bad, honestly. The first week while you’re healing kinda sucks, but after that, well … you get used to it. You kind of get to like it.” Dan was pretty threatened at this point and all the things he had prepared himself to say were out the window.
“But, Dad, it’s … it’s … aigh!” Joe gripped his head in his hands, elbows on the table. “This is just too weird! It’s like I’m in some bad horror movie!”
Dan slid around the table and put his arms around his son. “Joe, look at me. Come on.” Joe turned his head, eyes bleary. “Son, you know I love you. I don’t want to hurt you, or your brother. This was a hard decision for me, too, and one that we all have to live with, but I think it’s the right one.” He didn’t want to bring up the money issues – he wanted Joe to accept this on his own, not by using some guilt trip. “We can put it off a month or two; they told me you guys had until August. Just … this guy last night. He was okay with it, wasn’t he?”
Joe was holding back the tears. “Y … yeah, I mean, I guess so … ”
“Son, around here it’s like getting your driver’s license. It’s just something you do. If it was all that bad do you really think they’d keep doing it?”
“I … I dunno … ”
“Then just do this. Enjoy it while you have it. I’ll buy you a case of rubbers if you want me to. Ask the friends you make what they think and give it some time to sink in, okay?”
“O…okay.” Joe reached around his dad and hugged him tight. Dan hugged him back.
“I love you, son.”
“Love you too, dad,” Joe sniffled.
A few hours later Joe went out for his usual run. It was weird without Mark there; they almost always went together, but Mark wasn’t supposed to run or lift until his stitches came out. Joe used the time to think, but had a hard time coming up with any new conclusions.
Okay, he thought, so I wouldn’t be able to fuck anymore, or jerk off, but I can still have sex the same way everybody else does. Dad said he liked bottoming better even before he got cut, and Ryan sure seemed to enjoy it. The girls around here won’t care, and Ryan’ll still probably want to hang around …
His thoughts wandered to the Ryan situation. He really dug Ryan, both as a friend and physically. He’d had sex twice before last night but Ryan was easily the best lay he’d ever had – he’d be fine with that, but, then they’d be having to shove dildos up each other instead of it being his dick in Ryan. Would that be the same? Maybe he could just try it beforehand, get used to it … yeah, he’d do that.
Dan had tried to convince him of the finality of it – “It will happen,” he had said, and Joe had heard the same thing from both his dad and Ryan, that they really didn’t mind it much.

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