DirtyFucker & Pervert

“Dude! This is sick!”

“Bro, you’re telling me.” Liam replied, as him and his two friends explored the penthouse.

It was fully decked out. A massive flatscreen in the living room, a fully stocked bar, a beautiful view of the beach. It was everything Liam could’ve wanted. Initially, when his soon to be father-in-law offered his penthouse for the bachelor party, Liam was shocked. Mr. Reynolds often used phrases like “irresponsible”, “waste of time”, and “not good enough for my daughter” when talking about Liam. And he wasn’t afraid to let Liam know too.

“Dude! There’s a flatscreen in each bedroom too!” Chris shouted from down the hall, “Fuck, you were right. This guy’s loaded!”

It was true. Liam was marrying the heiress of a massive tech company. And Mr. Reynonds was certainly loaded. But despite his reassurances that he loved Susie, not their money, the older man viewed him suspiciously. Liam came from a pretty humble background and the world of upper class living wasn’t something he was used to. But perhaps letting them use his penthouse was Mr. Reynolds’s way of showing acceptance.

“Okay boys.” Liam said, “We have a few days here. Let’s make ‘em count.” He tossed Jeremy and Chris each a beer. After a quick toast to what was going to be the most incredible bachelor party on Earth, they downed their beers.

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“Lookin’ good.” Liam chuckled as he inspected himself in the mirror, “Can’t believe you’re actually getting hitched.” He flexed his bicep, “Sorry ladies, I’m off the market. Oof, I’ll have to practice that line a bit.” He grinned.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Jeremy sipping a beer on the couch. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue swim trunks. His dark brown hair was well styled, and his face clean shaven. He had that boy-next- door look that caused the ladies to swoon.

“Yo Jeremy, what’s up?”

“Not much, just texting Sarah.” He replied, “I forgot to let her know I got here safe and she’s pissed.”

“Oh shit dude.” Liam patted his friend on the back, “I feel for you.” Sarah could be scary when she was angry, but otherwise she was a solid 10. Liam looked forward to the day Jeremy proposed.

“All good.” Jeremy sighed, “Where the fuck is Chris?” Liam shrugged, “He kept me up all fucking night. Fucker must’ve been horny. I’ve never heard anyone moan so loud in my life.”

“Not even Sarah?” Jeremy didn’t seem amused.

“Seriously, we need to get him a girlfriend or something.”

Liam chuckled, “I guess I slept through it.”

“Lucky you.” The door to Chris's room suddenly opened and both men turned.

“Hey boys, sorry to keep you waiting!” The sing songy voice threw them both off, and Liam’s jaw dropped when he saw Chris. His muscles were proudly on display as always. But it was the tight speedo showing off his impressive bulge that shocked him, “Oh, is something wrong?” His voice carried a breathy sultriness, which was unusual for their bro.  

“Dude, I’m not one to judge, but don’t you think that’s a bit risqué?” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow, “What would Jesus say?” It was well known Chris was religious. In fact, Liam and Chris had met at their college’s church.

Chris shrugged and ran a hand through his curly light brown hair, “Oh this? You like?” He grinned and did a quick pose, “Come on boys, we’re burning daylight!” He said, sauntering towards the door.

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The walk to the beach was uncomfortable. Chris walked ahead of his two buddies at an unusually fast pace, his firm ass jiggling with each step. Liam didn’t even know where to begin. What the fuck had gotten into Chris? Usually they’d have to drag him to parties and give him pep talks to boost his confidence. But now? He was certainly turning heads.

“Wait, guys! Did you see that?” Chris asked, turning to his friends and waving excitedly, “That guy over there was totally checking me out!”

“Um, so what?” Jeremy asked, “Why do you care?”

“Do you think I should go after him? He was totally cute. And that ass- just wow.” Liam and Jeremy’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Are you gay?” Liam asked bluntly.

Chris placed a hand to his chin and shrugged, “Like totally! Since like forever probably.”

“Makes sense.” Jeremy said, “Repressed religious guys. It’s a thing.” But Liam was still having a somewhat hard time believing it. Was all their prior bro talk really a lie?

“Oh! He’s getting away!” Chris whined, “I’ll catch up with you later!” He blew them each a kiss and briskly walked over to the man from earlier, leaving Liam shook.

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Hours went by without hearing from Chris, and Liam’s mood tanked. Jeremy tried to cheer him up back at the penthouse. Beers and the big game on a flatscreen. Should’ve been perfect. But it wasn’t. Liam knew that Chris being gay shouldn’t matter. Good for him, right?

“Oh my god, that was incredible.” Chris said, gasping as he entered the penthouse, “How are my two besties doing?”

“Would’ve liked you around.” Liam replied, “It’s my bachelor party after all.”

Chris dramatically placed a hand to his sweaty chest, “Sue me for having fun!” His voice cracked and he headed towards his room, “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

Liam didn’t reply. Sure, Chris is gay. Fine. But acting like a stereotypically fruity drama queen? That didn’t make sense to him. He turned to Jeremy.

“Look, its late and I’m tired. The game sucks anyway.” He said, “I’m off to bed.”

“Same bro. Gotta be up early for our tee time anyway.”

They went to their respective bedrooms. Once there, Jeremy sighed. He hated seeing his friend like this, but what could he do? Talk to Chris maybe? He'd try to salvage this party. But when he finally got comfortable in bed, the TV suddenly turned on. He was greeted by static.

“Weird.” He mumbled. He tried to turn it off with the remote, but failed. Sighing, he got out of bed to turn it off. But as he got closer, he could hear a voice. It was soft, but forceful.

“You are a gay slut. You like to fuck men.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, “What the fuck?” He whispered. But the voice only got louder.

“You are a gay slut. Your dick only gets hard for men.” Jeremy felt woozy as the voice reverberated in his head.

“No, I’m straight... I like...” He moaned loudly as the voice drowned out his thoughts. At this point, the screen was flashing various scenes of gay porn and Jeremy’s dick started to swell, “No... fuck...” He breathed out, “I-I... ughhh.” He tried to imagine tits and his nights with Sarah. But these thoughts were instead swapped out with images of juicy, jiggling bubble butts and twerking men.   

“You are a dominant top. You only fuck men.”

“I-I’m a gay slut?” Jeremy questioned, “I only like to fuck men?” That didn't sound right. Right? He never...

"You are a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride your dick."

His eyes became half lidded and vacant as the words carved his new reality.

“I’m a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride this cock." He said confidently, "I am a gay slut.”

Soon, the room filled with his pleasure-filled moans, his new reality taking hold over him.

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When Liam entered the living room the next morning, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jeremy was aggressively caressing Chris’s face, as the two made out on the couch with their erect dicks on full display.

“What the fuck?” Liam gasped as the two men turned towards him.

“Oh Liam! Good morning!” Chris sang, ending his kiss with Jeremy.

“Fuck, just who we were waiting for.” Jeremy commented in a lower, more gravelly voice, “We have something for you.”

“No, this is fucked. What the fuck?” Liam fumed, “What about Sarah? What were you thinking?”

Jeremy shrugged, “I only like fucking men.”

Liam shook his head, “No way, fuck that.” He replied, taking a step back.

“Oh goodness, you’re upset!” Chris whined, “No Liam baby, its okay. Here, watch this.”

Before Liam could say anything, Chris turned on the TV. Static filled his field of vision. But then he heard it. Faint at first, but present nonetheless.

“You are a gay slut.” It said, and Liam grabbed his head.

“What the fuck?” He cursed, stumbling slightly.

The voice was echoing from within his head. Desperately, he moved towards the TV, wanting to shut it off. But Jeremy grabbed his arm firmly and forced him to sit between them. Liam tried to fight back, to get away from his two friends, but he felt so disoriented. The voice continued.

“You are a gay slut. You like taking cock.” It said.

Liam yelped as a needle entered his skin. He looked down to see Chris dump the contents of a syringe into his arm.

“Wh-what was that?” Liam slurred.

“Don’t worry, cutie. Just listen to the voice.” He giggled.

Liam groaned as the voice got louder and louder, “You are a gay slut. A slutty bottom. You love taking cock.”

Liam looked down and watched as his body hair started to disappear. Gone was his light dusting of chest and belly hairs, leaving him smooth. At the same time, the scruff framing his face vanished. He looked over to Jeremy, who smirked at this new development.

“Oh look at that! It’s totally working!” Chris giggled.

“No shit. Reynolds must’ve given us the good stuff.” Jeremy remarked, slowly massaging his cock.

“The good stuff?” Liam slurred, his voice cracking, “Like, what are you talking about?”

“Good because I was getting bored.” Chris sighed, “I mean, Jeremy baby, you’re an expert kisser, but like, I need a hole.” Jeremy nodded in agreement.

“A hole?” Liam whispered.

He let out a pained moan as his body temperature suddenly spiked. Sweat poured from him as his musculature dwindled away. His hard earned muscles atrophied before his terrified eyes. His bulging biceps and triceps became thin and lean, while his juicy pecs rapidly deflated. In a matter of minutes, years of workouts and optimal dieting were undone, leaving Liam slim and fragile.

“Wow, he’s so light now.” Jeremy chuckled as he man-handled his friend onto his lap. Liam yelped at the sensation of Jeremy’s erect cock grinding against his hole.

“Oh and he’s gotten shorter too! What a cutie.” Chris cooed.

“Ah, ass is still bony though.” Jeremy commented, giving it a firm squeeze.

But Liam barely registered any of this. Instead, his thoughts were filled with the words echoing from the TV. His eyes became half-lidded at this point and his resistance was fading.

“You’re just a bottom, a hole to be used by other men. You are a gay slut.” The words continued, “You like being used by other men. Your only pleasure is from getting fucked.”

“I-I’m straight... I like... I like tits.” He knew his voice sounds more feminine somehow and he cringed, “I’m a straight man.” Jeremy and Chris smirked, “I-I...” images of men getting fucked in all kinds of positions flashed on the TV, “Ohhhh I... I... I’m a...” Liam’s handsome face lost its masculine edge and his hair became lighter in color. At the same time, his cock started to shrink. Inch after inch lost as it retracted back, “Noooooo.... not my cock...” He moaned, tears now stinging at his eyes. His manhood, his masculinity. It was being stolen from him. And he was unable to stop it.

“Your only pleasure comes from your ass.”

Liam moaned again and this time his ass started to fill with jiggly fat. He could feel the extra padding build upon itself, his slim cheeks turning into mounds of soft flesh. And as Jeremy squeezed his ass again, pleasure filled his slim frame.

“Much better.” Jeremy remarked, his fingers massaging Liam’s hole, “Fuck, this is gonna feel so good.”

“Mhmm.” Chris replied, grabbing his own fistful of Liam’s juicy ass.

“Ohhhhhhhh yesssssss.” Liam slurred.

“So, what are you?” Jeremy asked.

“I-I’m...” Part of him didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to acknowledge it. But as his lips plumped up into gorgeous cock suckers, and Jeremy’s teasing fingers penetrated him deeper, Liam was drowning in too much pleasure to care, “I...I...” The voice was so loud. It egged him on, beckoned him to admit his new truth. He wanted- no needed- to be like the men on the screen. To be fucked and used by other men. Who was he kidding? He knew what he was, “I’m like a total gay slut! I love cock.” He turned his head to look at Jeremy, then Chris, “Please daddies, use me! I need your cocks!” He begged.

And his new lovers were happy to oblige.

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In the afterglow of sex, the three men sat panting heavily on the couch. Liam was curled up between his two lovers, still rubbing their dicks. Despite draining them each multiple times over, he needed more. But his horny thoughts were interrupted by a video call. He grabbed his phone and smiled.

“Hey Mr. Reynolds!” Liam slurred, “Like, we love your penthouse.”

Mr. Reynolds grinned, “I can tell.” His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, “Look at you Liam. My god. You turned out better than expected. The boys at the lab earned their salaries with this one.” Liam nodded along, not really understanding the implication, “How do you feel?”

“Like a total gay slut.” He grinned, “And I love it, like so much, Mr. Reynolds.”

“Well I’m glad to hear.” he chuckled, “And are your friends treating you well?” Liam adjusted the phone so the older man could see his two lovers, who were both fast asleep, “Well looks like you have two very satisfied customers.”

Liam grinned, “Like totally.” A sense of satisfaction filling him, “Oh! Like, can you let Susie know the wedding is off? I’m like, so sorry.”

“Of course, it would be my pleasure. She’ll understand.” Mr. Reynolds replied- mission accomplished, “Now, get back to your party. Enjoy the penthouse for as long as you want.”

Liam’s eyes lit up, “OMG thank you!” The call ended, “Did you hear that?” Liam asked, his two lovers stirring awake.

And so their party continued- and it would for days. Their lives forever changed, and them none the wiser to it. But if their pleasure filled moans were anything to judge by, they certainly weren’t complaining.

These assholes have no idea what's coming. They couldn't have known that every station in the city was recently bugged with subliminals. All their precincts have been hacked and now broadcast some very specific orders into the clueless minds of every working cop. No one knows it yet, but the police force is now an army of sleeper agents, ready to obey their conditioning with one simple trigger phrase...

"Fuck the police."

That's all you have to tell them.

Isn't it clever? Hundreds of people already hurl that phrase at pigs in uniform everyday. Just imagine an officer starting his shift, hearing the same insulting words he's heard a million times; only this time, the sound of it knocks the will right out of his body. Suddenly, his self-important personality is replaced with a new one that was specifically designed to humiliate and degrade him.

Think about our boys in blue swaggering around the city right now, intimidating us with their very existence. One "Fuck the police," and that law enforcer is at the whim of the protestor spitting in his face.

You're probably wondering what subliminal messages have been stuffed away inside their heads. Maybe you want to know what'll happen when you find a pig and say the magic words. Or maybe you're a filthy pig yourself, quivering in your state-issued, uniform boots.

Let's find out what New York's finest will do...

Officer Mikos was chasing down some teens after catching them spray painting near city hall. He'd almost hauled them into his cruiser when one shouted, "Man, fuck the police!"

The cop felt his feeble mind snap.

He started breathing heavily through a gaping mouth, looking at the 18 year-olds with a desperation that was not very becoming of a policeman. Drool poured out of his mouth and onto his uniform as he licked his lips suggestively. The cop was no longer bothered with laying down the law. Instead, he wanted, he needed these boys to fuck him up the ass.

His whole body craved to feel these vandals immasculate him publicly.

Of course, it was all in his head. Officer Mikos had spent plenty of hours working late at the precinct, so the conditioning had soaked deep into his skull. He was normally a straight-laced conservative man of the law, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his junk through his pants and slobbering all over himself.

"Fuck me," he moaned, "Please boys, fuck me."

The teenagers howled laughing, but even they were disgusted by the police officer's sudden flip in behavior. They didn't take him up on his request, preferring to run free. Officer Mikos was left to stagger off, shamelessly begging any passerby for sex. He needed someone, anyone to humiliate and fuck him.

Officer Bailey didn't get off so easy...

He was in the middle of breaking up a pub fight when one of the drunks slurred, "Fuck thuhplee..the police!" before puking.

The rookie cop might've been getting a handle on the two brawlers, but any control he'd had quickly dissipated. His eyes lost their focus and the baby pig lost all restraint, coming onto the inebriates like a back-alley whore. "Fuck me!" he begged, as one continued barfing and the other blindly stumbled into it.

Officer Bailey was suddenly filled with the knowledge that these two men, drunk off their asses, needed to screw him. It was the best way for him to disgrace himself, his uniform, and his department; which is exactly what the subliminal programming wanted him to do.

Barely able to think, one drunk said, "Warm ussup with that slobb'ry mouth of yers."

The policeman couldn't wait to get started.

Officer Bailey bobbed his wet lips on each of their sweaty dicks; he ripped his pants open and skewered his ass on their poles; but the real mission came after they grew bored of his sex. He couldn't let the opportunity to humiliate himself further just walk away, so he came up with new ideas! The cop offered to lick up their cum from the dirty asphalt, to let their piss air-dry on his face, to roll around in their vomit; anything to satisfy the voice in his head ordering him to degrade himself.

Eventually, the alcoholics tossed him aside, jokingly ordering him to throw himself away since they were finished. "Thaz where youz belongs, you pisa trashh!" the satisfied drunks garbled as they wobbled off.

Disgraced Officer Bailey couldn't keep the dumb smile off his face. He felt like he'd succeeded. He felt like, as a policeman, this garbage bin was where he belonged. He wouldn't be feeling that way forever.

In the harsh light of morning, the only comfort he had was knowledge that his humiliation was solely between him and the two drunks.

These next two weren't so lucky...

Dan and Frank were partners: police partners. As they would say, they weren't into any of that "gay crap." The two had actually bonded over their ideals of traditional masculinity and hatred of homosexuals. On any given day, you could find them camped on the highway, scowling about the last "fag" they had to interact with.

They couldn't think of anything more awful than being gay, so of course, when they heard "Fuck the police," their first inclination was to do the gayest shit ever.

"Fuck me," Officer Frank moaned to his partner as effeminately as his low voice could manage.

"No, fuck me!" Officer Dan whined, "You're so much bigger than me, so I should be the girl here."

Officer Frank couldn't wait any longer. He pulled Dan in and sucked his partner's face with the sloppiest kiss he'd ever given. They both created as many noises as possible, drawing a ton of attention to themselves. When they finally pulled apart, he said, "Let's go to that gay club down the street. I bet I can suck more cocks than you! I need to be the bigger police queer!"

"No way! I need to be the biggest faggot!"

With that, Officer Frank turned and marched down to the gay club, a place he normally pretended didn't exist. He was imagining crawling in on his hands and knees, putting his open mouth on the first crotch he saw.

Officer Dan hesitated. Normally he and Frank would stick together, but Dan was afraid Frank would steal all the gays away from him.

Licking his lips, the smaller policeman came up with a brilliant plan. He marched in the opposite direction, down towards the bridge. He knew there were dozens of homeless men down there who would gladly line up for his mouth. He was determined to suck more dick than Frank, and he was glad he was the one doing it with filthy hobos in public!

You think those two homophobes deserved it? There's no doubt about the next officer...

Bill Duncan is a long-time cop who comes from a family of law enforcers, but Bill is the only one that hasn't risen past the rank of petty officer. It probably has something to do with his history of aggression or his repeated DUIs. Still, Officer Duncan never got disciplined. His blue blood made sure of that.

It's a good thing he heard that "hoodlum" say "Fuck you, pig!"

The experienced cop had just been tailing a guy in a hoodie because he looked suspicious. In reality, Bill was just bored at work. That all changed after he heard those words.

His face brightened as a toothy smile spread into his round cheeks. "You're right. I am a pig," his scratchy voice sounded more animated.

"The fuck did you just say?"

"Come on!" Officer Duncan cried, leaning his thick frame towards his suspect "Give my lardy gut a good shake or kick me in the nuts! Anything to make this cop look like the fat ugly swine he is."

"Uh..."

"Oink," the policeman licked his lips playfully, "Are you still intimidated by me? How scary can a cop be if he shits his pants!"

With that, Bill groans, pushing a load out into his uniform pants, all while maintaining eye contact with the stranger. It's sticky, hot, and uncomfortable, but that only brings his twisted mind joy. That feeling is doubled when he sees his perp gasp in disbelief. He just can't help but humiliate himself in front of this guy.

"You like that?" he gasps, "Let me get a couple dozen donuts. You can see just how full of shit us cops are!"

Officer Duncan spent the rest of the night stuffing donuts into his face. The guy he'd been following tagged along, streaming the mess on social media. Bill's mindfucked brain was only too happy to be the butt of the joke. He made fun of law enforcement in every way he could think, while occasionally oinking at the camera.

So imagine the next time you get pulled over...

Are you going to exercise your right to bring those arrogant cops down a peg? All you have to do is say three simple words to trigger the conditioning etched in their brains. Just like that, Mr. Goody-two-shoes will be frothing at the mouth for a chance to degrade himself in front of you.

Check him out, Internet! I'm selling meat-suits again, and this one is a stud!

I caught him at the park a few years back. The guy casually passed me like he wasn't the sexiest motherfucker I'd ever seen. He was shirtless of course, jogging in a tight pair of running shorts that really showed off his strong legs. He was a lot less hairy back then, when he used to keep all that fur trimmed neatly. I followed him to the park's restroom and converted him there. He had earbuds in, so it was ridiculously easy to sneak up behind him at the urinal. I dragged him into a stall and spent the next few hours hollowing him out. I wore him home that night, and my boyfriend was ecstatic to see me in such a hot dad. The first thing I did was use that guy's low voice to order my partner to, "Pull out daddy's penis."

We spent the night breaking the suit in. It was fairly obvious that the man was a virgin to gay sex. He felt sensitive and tight in all the right areas, and he hid a girthy python between his legs...

This suit was a favorite for public dates. I loved the way men and women stared at me while I was in him! He's honestly one of my favorites, but unfortunately, it has to go. Last week I wore him out to dinner with my boyfriend. Inside his skin, I donned a form-fitting suit and gelled his hair back handsomely. We were cozied up in an expensive restaurant when she came in. "Sam!" she yelled, "You-you're my Samuel!" Obviously, the poor woman was this guy's wife or something. She burst into tears in the middle of the restaurant, wailing about kids that I supposedly shared with her. I tried to convince her that I wasn't this Sam guy. I even made out with my boyfriend in front of her as proof, but she insisted I was him.

Ultimately, we left our date early, and now there's some lady running around looking for the person this meat-suit used to be.

So that's what brings me here! Part of me can't bear to get rid of him. I loved being inside that guy, but I can't keep him around here! I'd like around $5,000 for him, and I'd like to know that whoever's buying will wear him far away from here. That poor lady doesn't need to see him walking around town, completely unaware of his wife or kids.

Like I said, you can expect a lot of attention, strutting around with his handsome body and face. I've never worn him to a club and not had somebody offer to buy my drink. He's just too darn handsome, especially if you show off the goods! The old Samuel was probably too timid to highlight his juicy bubble butt or bulging crotch, but they are very popular with other gay men! Expect a lot of wandering hands!

"What the fuck?" Bryan glares back in surprise.

"Haha, come on, buddy!" he beams, wrapping an arm around his friend's back, "It'll be hilarious! The kids can watch and laugh at us!"

Bryan glances to the group ahead of them. It's just some teenagers lazily teeing off. Thanks to Zach's manic outbursts, they're already snickering in their direction. He has no clue what faggy joke his college pal is trying to pull in front of these teens, but he doesn't want any part in it. Bryan is about to snap at Zach when something slips into his ear...

"GIVE US A SHOW AND KISS YOUR FRIEND..."

"You're right, man!" Bryan laughs, wrapping a beefy arm over his friend's shoulder, "Those boys will find it hilarious! Imagine us, a couple of grown men, kissing like a pair of queers!"

"Yeah, dude! I'm so glad you came around!" Zach's eyes open wider, as he leans in closer, "And it's even funnier because we haven't had a gay thought in our lives! Just best buds since before we were fathers or even husbands!"

"Fuckin' kiss already!" one of the teens yells.

Bryan and Zach flash a pair of toothy smiles at their audience before following through with a peck on the lips. To make it even funnier, Bryan puts a gentle hand on his buddy's arm like they're genuine lovers. When they pull away, they're chuckling along with the boys who are now howling with laughter.

"I think butt stuff would be fun to watch next," one teenager wheezes with a red face.

Zach cringes and pulls away, "Very funny, but you boys got your show. Hope you liked it."

"Yup," Bryan agrees, "Let's get back to golfing." As the duo's scowls return, another intrusive thought forces it's way into their heads...

"YOU AREN'T DONE WITH THE SHOW, NOW PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS AND FUCK..!"

Bryan begins unbuckling his pants first, "Start with me first, Z. Let's give these boys a show!"

Zach turns to his buddy's uncovered hairy ass, his own pants now around his ankles, "You got it, dude. This is so fucking gross, but I guess that just makes it all the more funny!"

"Yeah, this'll be hilarious! Now fuck me, dude!" Bryan laughs, bending over, "Fuck me hard!"

The eighteen year olds are doubled over in laughter, catching glimpses of the two random adults butt-fucking in the middle of the golf course. Using their powers on unsuspecting victims is the funniest thing in the world to them, and they loved watching burly tough guys like Bryan and Zach snap at their will. With a few minor thoughts, they had the two long-since-retired jocks fucking each other silly, laughing and sweating at the same time.

This guy had a hot wife, big house, and great buddies; but he teased his wife's brother for being a gay hypnotist. Look where it got him...

“Fuck, why is this so good,” he finally said something once we broke apart for a moment.

“I don’t know. You’re fucking good at it though,” I told him and leaned up and kissed him again, I didn’t want to stop.

I could feel my boner pressing on his ass as he sat on my lap, I’m sure he could feel it too. I grabbed on to him and he didn’t seem to care as I slowly humped up against him.

“You hard too?” I asked him, looking down between his legs.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “What are we doing?” He asked.

“Just fucking around, I guess,” I told him and gave him a peck. “I’m so fucking horny now.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

“I could probably cum in my shorts if we keep making out and you let me hump into your ass,” I was more asking him to let me then telling him I could.

“Jesus,” my friend chuckled and then pushed his weight down on my lap.

I moved my hand and grabbed the front of his shorts and gave his dick a squeeze. I hadn’t touched a dick since my exploring years back in middle school but I’d do anything to get off, even if that meant helping him out as long as I could rub my dick on his ass.

“Well that will make me cum,” my buddy said.

“Perfect,” I told him and thrust upward and kissed him again.

I gripped his dick and our tongues went in and out of each other’s mouths. His ass was working up and down the length of my cock and god it felt good. Why did my buddy’s mouth taste so good and why was kissing him making me do things I didn’t think I wanted to do.

I jacked him off the best I could through his shorts. Making sure he stayed as horny as I was so I could get off, I really needed it. He got really tender with his kissing, thoughtful and almost caring. It was driving me wild, I was on the edge as he broke his lips from mine and looked down at me for a second. His hot breath on my face, I took a deep breath, breathing him in. We looked intently into each other’s eyes. My hand was still moving up and down his cock. He was still rubbing his ass on my dick.

“You’re gonna make me nut,” he almost whispered.

“Me too,” I told him as I watched his face.

I saw his expression change, our eyes were locked. My best friend was cumming and my hand felt his dick expand in his shorts. I was doing it for him, I was making him cum. It was a fucking trip and I thrust up against him a few times and felt my own load building to the end.

I wanted to kiss him again, taste his lips and tongue as I blew. I leaned up and pushed my mouth on his and I let it go. The passion was crazy between us and I felt it from my head to my toes. I felt the warm cum jet out of me, making a mess in my shorts as I gave him deep kisses that I had only showed past girlfriends. He moaned in my mouth. I could still feel his cock jumping in my hand, still unloading in his underwear just like I was doing in mine.

I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want to face what we had just done without the horniness to cloud our brains. We kissed some more, slowly coming out of our fog. Enjoying the afterglows of our orgasms.

“That was intense,” he said as I moved my hand.

“To say the least,” I laughed nervously.

He looked down at me, like he could tell exactly what I was thinking. I blushed, I felt like he saw a part of me I didn’t know I had in me or that he’d judge me for doing it, even though he did it too. But instead of making it strange or saying something childish he leaned down and gave me one last kiss.

“You’re an amazing friend,” he told me.

My heart warmed, his words gave me comfort and I felt the same way about him.

But it was hot, too hot to wear clothes. I myself sat on the ratty 60s-style sofa in my briefs.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered. “At least it might break the heat.”

Here we were, stuck in a cinder block dorm at a small college in the middle of the plains. No modern conveniences, no AC, just the brutal summer July heat and full days of a football camp for elite high school athletes.

That would be me. Alex Griffin, a tall lanky guy at 6'6" but lately I’d hit a real growth spurt and had started bulking up, catching up. I was sure I’d grow more too, but that wasn’t what brought me to this godforsaken place for a chance of a lifetime. That was my height, my coordination, my precision and the power of my throwing arm. As starting quarterback for two years now, I’d been responsible for putting Campbell High on the Indiana state football map.

Joe McKinney was similarly a rising star, only on defense. We hit it off immediately, being a couple of the only Midwestern guys here at the camp. Joe went to one of those prep schools in Ohio known for churning out football talent.

I knew better than to lust after other guys openly, on my team or here at camp. I normally kept that compartmentalized, but after a few days of being too sore and tired from practice to even get a boner, I found my libido fighting a comeback. So I silently, surreptitiously appraised my roomie’s nude form as he came back and plopped on the couch next to me.

Apparently I wasn’t the only guy fighting his libido. Even in the light filtering through the room from outside I could see that Joe was throwing hard in his boxers. He made no bones about it either, gripping it and massaging the shaft.

“Nothing to do here but throw wood, huh, Griff?” He leaned back and I swear I could see every pop of his abdomen muscle. I’d been sprouting some hairs on my chest, but McKinney was still naturally smooth chested, though he had a full bush and his chestnut brown hair filled his armpits.

It was like his words gave me permission to grow erect in my briefs. My dick filled out quickly, with a vengeance. “You got it,” I agreed cautiously. “This place is boring as shit.”

Joe laughed. I liked his laugh, it was deep-throated but playful at the same time. “They don’t want you thinking about anything but football 24-7.” We’d had a particularly tough practice that day.

“It’s working,” I said. “Though right now all I’m thinking about is the sack Veldez got on me. I’m gonna be feeling that tomorrow.”

Joe nodded. He’d been beaten all week, too, and we had another week coming up. Though I guess as a defensive player he was used to taking this hits. We sat silently for a minute, looking out at the rain and wondering if the power was gonna come back on.

I don’t know that Joe ever stopped massaging his crotch but I certainly noticed when he reached in his fly and hauled his prick out. It was a thick piece, matching his body type, and cut. Immediately his fist wrapped around it and started jerking it. “Damn, I’m horny,” he announced. “I’m afraid I can’t wait.” He spit into his hand for some extra lubrication then resumed his masturbation, right in front of me. “You gonna join me, Griff?”

Part of me was nervous this was some sort of baiting, or a joke. But Joe didn’t seem to be joking or doing much other than jacking his dick. I took a quick intake of breath and did it, lowering my briefs to reveal my now throbbing bone.

“Nice,” McKinney muttered in approval. “You tall guys always seem to have long ones. You’re uncut, too.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. It was weird to be talking so candidly about my dick with this fellow athlete, but Joe had this laid-back jock way about him that made it seem like natural male bonding. So I went along with it, gripping my shaft and starting my steady, pleasurable jerking.

“Cool,” Joe said, the linebacker now clearly getting more into his own self-pleasuring session. “I always wondered what it would be like to have my ‘skin.”

“I don’t know anything else,” I admitted. I’m not sure why my parents didn’t circumcise me, and I always felt a little self=conscious being in the minority in the locker room.

“Yeah, I guess so,” the guy replied, leaning his beefy body back a bit and spreading his legs further, so the boxer rode up even higher on his legs. “Still, the foreskin makes your cock look even longer. Not that you need it.”

“Thanks,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say so I didn’t say anything. I could compliment him on his thick prick or his magnificent bulky body, but I didn’t think that would go over so well.

We jerked off in unison, and the sexual intensity was building as we worked ourselves closer to our nut. I’m wasn’t there yet, just getting closer, when Joe spoke up again.

“Which coach you think has the biggest one?”

“What?” His question caught me off guard.

“Of the coaches here, which one you think has the biggest dong?”

I though a second. “I dunno. Barrett, I guess.” Tom Barrett was the QB coach, and a seriously good looking dude just on the closer side of 40. When I wasn’t cursing him under my breath, I’d been crushing out on him all week.

McKinney shook his head no. “You’re just saying that cause you’re a quarterback. Jenkins definitely has a bigger cock. Longer and fatter too.” Dwayne Jenkins was a former all-pro defensive back, a hulking African-American athlete who if anything was even more handsome in middle age, with a mischievous smile he’d often give between barking orders.

“Maybe,” I conceded. It was all conjecture anyway, so why argue?

My reply seemed to satisfy Joe, who was now stroking faster, adding more spit. The rain had stopped and the clouds were clearing, so the late evening sun lit up the room more and more. I could see my roommate more clearly, and he watched me too. Both of us, openly jacking off.

“What would you do with it?” Joe now grunted more than asked.

“With what?” My own voice was strained as I held off coming. I wanted this to last.

“With Barrett’s dick?”

Again, I wondered if the dude was taunting me or sussing out if I was a queer. But here he was stroking and initiating the sex talk. What the hell?

“Touch it,” I ventured.

“Duh,” he said. “What else? Or you stop at handjobs?”

This conversation wasn’t heading where I had expected it, but I was entering a real horny zone, turned on like hell. I blurted out, “I’d suck him, too.” I blushed as I said it but it was a relief to articulate my desires out loud.

And Joe wasn’t repulsed in the least. He stroked faster. “Hot, man. You know what I’d do with Jenkins’ cock?” he asked.

“What?”

“I’d lift my big linebacker legs up to the ceiling and let him slip that giant black dong right in me.”

“Fuck!” I cried. The mental image was too much and all of a sudden my load was spraying my chest. It was an intense orgasm, probably the most intense I’d experienced to that point, and my body went into a series of aftershocks that seemed to last a minute or two.

“Nice, Griff,” McKinney growled. “That turns you on, huh, man? Getting all up into my tight hole.” His big body writhed on the couch as he got closer. Joe really got into it, I’ll give him that. “Aw man, I’m coming too…”

I watched in awe as heavy spurts of his defensive jock seed spurted and landed on his block pecs and conditioned abs.

“Whoo buddy,” he said at last picking up his used T-shirt to wipe off. I followed suit.

“I knew you were a cool guy,” Joe finally said, tucking his soft dick back in his boxers.

“Thanks,” I said. It was strange to have such an intense sexual moment with Joe then go back to being jock buddies.

We shot the breeze for a while and talked about our programs back home, our career plans, what we liked and didn’t like about football camp. The power came back on but it was getting dark out, and after a long tiring day, and the sexual release we were both ready to crash.

We got in our twin beds, the sort of dorm bed that meant my feet stuck out several inches. It was still hot and humid, and I didn’t need any covers. At least the fan was back on. I flicked out the light at last.

“Good night, Joe,” I said.