Mister J

“Hope you don’t mind me claiming that side.” Timothy pointed to his side of the room with a thumb. “I would’ve asked which side you preferred if we moved in at the same time.”

“No, it’s totally fine. I was supposed to check in this morning, but my plane got delayed.”

“Where’re you from?”

“San Diego.”

Timothy grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing more of the deep brown skin of his fitness magazine-worthy torso and arms. “Nice. I bet you’ll miss the beach. I’m from Atlanta. A long way from home but I like it here.”

My dick stirred in my shorts.

I stared at his midsection. Wait. What am I doing? Do I want to get beat up on move-in day? I grabbed the clothes on my bed and walked to the closet. “Yeah, it sucks there are no beaches nearby.”

“You need help unpacking?” He tossed his shirt aside.

“It’s okay, man. I can manage.” I hung my jeans on hangers.

“Are you a freshman?” He sat on his bed. “I’m a sophomore taking Finance.”

“Same.” I knelt next to my suitcase. “But trying to get a degree in Robotics Engineering.”

A part of the dildo stuck out from under the mattress.

Blood drained from my face.

I sat on the bed to block his view of it.

“Robotics? Wow, that’s intense. You must be one of those genius tech guys.”

“I can hold my own.” I gave a subtle cocky smile.

“Great. You can help me with math.” Timothy ran his hand through his short, coily black hair with the sides faded.

“Do you play sports here?” I cocked my head at the trophy with a gold medal hanging from it on his desktop.

“Yeah, swimming. We won first place last season.”

“Congrats.”

“Thanks. Coach wants us to win again this year. Our training schedule will be brutal. So I apologize in advance for my alarm going off at five in the morning.”

“Actually, that would be a good thing. I have this habit of hitting the snooze button on my alarm.” I grinned. “A lot.”

“Don’t forget you said that. I don’t want my phone to end up out the window one morning.” Timothy chuckled. “Do you play sports?”

“I was on the swim team in high school.”

“Really? Wanna try out? I could talk to the coach. Bro, that would be dope. We’ll be roommates and teammates.”

“Nah, man. I don’t want to swim competitively anymore. I need to concentrate on keeping my grades up so I won’t lose my scholarship.”

“It’s alright. But if you change your mind, just let me know.”

I nodded.

A notification came from his phone.

Timothy fished it out of his pocket and checked the message.

I took advantage of the moment to discreetly reach between my legs and pushed the dildo further under the mattress.

He leaned back and used one hand to prop himself up. As he typed with the other, his legs opened wider. The sweat shorts hiked up, making his bulge fuller.

I traced the outline of his dick with my eyes. I wanted to kneel between his legs and lick it through the fabric so badly.

The front of my chinos tightened as heat spread throughout my body, making me sweat.

I grabbed one of the bare pillows and placed it on my lap.

Timothy looked up after sending a reply. “Sorry about that. My girl texted. She goes to another state. We’re doing the long-distance thing.”

“Wow. Isn’t that hard?”

“Ugh! It’s so fucking hard.” He grabbed his crotch. “Especially on my balls. So just ignore me when you catch me relieving some tension in our room. The floor’s bathroom isn’t exactly private.”

My dick twitched at the image of my roommate naked and jacking off on his bed.

“Or you can text to let me know you’re taking care of business. I can go to the library for a while to give you some privacy.”

“Expect to get a lot of library time.” Timothy laughed. “You seeing anyone?”

“Nope. I broke up with my ex a month ago.”

“Great.” His face lit up. “I’ll introduce you to my teammate. I’m sure you would hit it off with Sam.”

Teammate? A guy?

“What?” I stared at him with wide eyes. “I’m not gay. Why would you—”

“Bro, relax. I’m cool with you being gay. I have a gay big brother.”

“I told you. I’m not. I don’t know where you got the idea I was.”

Timothy snickered. “Um, maybe from the dildo you’ve been trying to hide under your bed this whole time.”

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I looked down at my phone, pretending to be busy texting while checking him out.

His tight, ribbed tank top, off-white from repeated washings, showed off his muscular arms. The rips and holes in his old jeans showed his white skin.

Fuck, he’s hot.

I need to be extra careful. I don’t want my wife to find out about my secret because I got bashed by a homophobe.

“Are you the one who called for a tow, Boss?” The guy around his late twenties asked.

Damn, he’s like one of those models on Sean Cody, especially with his pornstache.

One of the holes near the crotch of his jeans showed the hem of his white briefs.

My khaki chino shorts tightened.

“Yep, I’m Miguel.” I stepped closer to offer my hand, trying my best not to look down at his crotch.

“Tony.” He stopped and shook my hand.

“I’m sorry for being rude on the phone earlier. I was frustrated. I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere and still have a long way to go to get home.”

He stood a couple of inches shorter with a bruise around his right eye. “Don’t worry about it, Boss. What happened here?”

I explained it to him.

“If you want,”—he used a thumb to point over his shoulder—”I can check if a tow won’t be necessary.”

“Really?” I gleamed at the possibility of getting back on the road as soon as possible.

“Pop, the hood.” Tony started walking away.

I jogged past him and pulled the latch below the steering wheel.

The hood jerked with a metallic click.

I stood next to him with one hand up on the cover. “What do you think? Can you fix it?”

“Let me see.” Tony bent over to check the engine. His top rode up, and his beltless jeans lowered to show the upper part of his white briefs.

My heart pumped harder, sending heat through my entire body and more blood to my dick.

I bit my lower lip while staring.

“Boss, did you hear me?” His voice snapped me out of my trance.

“Hmm?” I looked at Tony. “Did you say something?”

“I did. Are you okay?”

“Sorry.” I straightened up. “I got distracted. What was it?”

“Could you try starting the engine? I want to see something?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I went inside the pickup.

My hard dick pushed against the zipper of my shorts.

Shit! Did he see me checking out his ass?

I adjusted my erection before trying to start the engine.

The pickup shook from the cranking but didn’t come to life.

“Stop,” Tony said through the mechanical noise. “That’s enough, Boss.”

I got out and returned to my spot from earlier. “Have you figured it out yet?”

“Not yet. But I have my suspicions.” He moved closer toward me and bent over further to reach for something deeper inside.

I stepped aside to give him room but zoned in on his ass again.

His ass crack peeked through the waistband of his white briefs.

Fuck! I want to drop to my knees, pull his jeans and briefs down, and eat out the man’s sweet hole. While he was preoccupied, I shoved a hand inside my pocket to reposition my hard-on.

Tony stood back up and closed the hood.

“Is it fixed?”

He turned around and wiped his dirty hands on his jeans. “Which do you want first, good news or bad news?”

“Good news.” I kept my hand inside my pocket to not make my bulge noticeable.

“I narrowed it down to a bad fuel pump or alternator. My money is on the fuel pump. Bad news—”

“Let me guess. You can’t fix it.”

“Yeah, Boss. It has to be taken to a mechanic. You can only get the replacement part at the service station.”

“Fine.” I sighed. “So, what now?

“I’ll load your truck in the back, and we’ll get out of here.”

TONY climbed in the tow truck after securing my pickup with ratchets and straps.

His manly musk filled the interior. The smell of a working man. A real man.

Blood surged into my dick.

I shifted in the passenger seat to ease the uncomfortable tightness in my shorts.

Dirt stained the back of his tank top from laying on the ground when he hooked the winch under my pickup.

“Uh, Tony.” I pointed to my back. “Your shirt’s dirty.”

“It’s okay. I have spare shirts in the back seat.” He put his baseball cap on the center console and removed his tank top, revealing a rug of black hair on his chest and an appendectomy scar on the lower right of his flat midsection.

Tony’s arm flexed as he used the soiled shirt to wipe the sweat off him.

I wanted to lick every inch of his glistening upper body, especially his armpits.

To keep myself from staring, I took my phone out and composed a message to my wife. But through the corner of my eye, I continued looking at the shirtless tow truck driver.

After tossing the tank top in the back, he reached behind his seat. “Fuck!”

“What happened?”

“I forgot to bring my bag with the extra shirt. Do you mind if I drive shirtless, Boss?”

Can you get rid of those pants, too?

“No, man. I don’t mind.” I returned to looking at my phone.

Tony put his baseball cap back on, started the truck, and pulled out.

I sent the message to my wife. “How far is the service station?”

“About an hour or so.”

I nodded.

“Where were you headed before your pickup died?”

“On my way home to San Diego.”

“Whoa! What are you doing around these parts?”

“My old high school best friends and I had a reunion weekend at a cabin owned by one of them. It’s been decades since I last saw them, so I came even if it’s far away.”

“Ah.” He gently rubbed his eye with the bruise.

“What happened to your eye?”

“Oh, this?” He pointed to his eye. “A few days ago, I got into a fight with the husband of the woman I’ve been fucking.”

I nodded.

We dropped into an awkward silence lasting a few minutes.

“Can we pull over?” I looked at him. “I need to pee.”

“Sure, Boss.” Tony stopped on the side of the road.

I went under the shade of a tree and took my dick out.

The shirtless driver stayed behind, filling the inside of the tow truck with more of his masculine musk.

My dick came to life again.

“Come on. Stop that.” I closed my eyes and thought of other things.

Pee came out.

“Yeah.” I leaned my head back and savored the relief.

“I might as well take a leak,” Tony stood on my right.

My whole body jerked.

“Fuck! You scared me.”

He chuckled. “Sorry, Boss.”

I kept looking straight ahead. Oh, god. He’s going to pee next to me.

Tony unzipped.

My heart thumped in anticipation.

A stream of piss hit the ground.

While keeping my head still, I looked at his dick.

But his hand blocked my view.

Oh, come on.

Tony switched hands to scratch his thigh. The other hand held his long, soft shaft surrounded by a full bush of black.

My eyes widened at the impressive package. The woman he’s been fucking was lucky.

As my piss stream waned, I started to get aroused.

I forced the remaining drops out and shoved my dick inside. “I’ll be in the tow truck.”

“Alright, Boss. I’m almost done.”

I hurried back.

When Tony returned, we got back on the road.

I sat in silence, hoping Tony won’t mention anything about me checking out his dick.

“Want some of my coffee?” He took a small thermos from the cup holder and unscrewed the top. “I don’t have a glass, but you can use the lid.”

“I’m good. You go ahead.”

“Just let me know if you change your mind.” He took a sip without taking his eyes off the road.

“Thanks.”

“Motherfucker!” He put the thermos back on the holder.

Dark liquid slid down his torso.

“Shit. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Boss. It’s not as hot anymore.”

“Tissues?”

Tony pointed at the glove box. “In there.”

A straight porn magazine with a big-breasted model on the cover and a bottle of lube was with the small package of tissues.

I gave him more than a few pieces.

“The magazine is for when I’m horny while waiting for a call out,” he said while wiping himself.

“We’ve all been there, man.” I chuckled. “Sometimes we have to take matters into our own hands.”

He smiled. “In my case, I have no choice. Especially after my bitch’s husband caught us.”

A scene of the straight tow truck driver with his jeans and briefs bunched around his ankles, jerking his lubed cock while looking at the open magazine on the steering wheel played in my head.

My dick returned to full hardness.

“It’s been over a week since I last came inside a mouth or a pussy.”

“That sucks, man.”

“At least it’s not my longest dry spell. There was a time a few months ago when I didn’t have someone on my dick for four weeks.”

“What broke the streak?”

“My neighbor gave me a blowjob while I was drunk one night. That was the first time my dick has been in a dude’s mouth.”

Heat spread through my entire body.

Fuck!

“Have you let a guy suck your dick when a chick is not available, Boss?”

“Nope.” I lied.

“Really? You didn’t experiment in college?”

My straight roommate during our senior year in college made me service him in exchange for not telling Lori about my secret after he caught me sniffing his jockstrap.

But, of course, I’m not going to tell him about that.

“No, man. I regularly have sex with my girlfriend back then.”

“I wish there was someone taking care of my dick right now.” Tony squeezed his bulge. “How about you, Boss? Want to take care of my dick for me?”

The blood on my face drained.

“What?” I snapped my head toward him. “I’m not gay.”

“Bullshit. You’ve been checking me out since the moment we met.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

Tony scoffed. “You think I wouldn’t notice you looking at my crotch?”

“You’re seeing things, man.”

“Really? Was I seeing things when you checked out my dick while I was peeing? You got hard looking at it.”

“I…”

The tow truck driver grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge.

“What are you doing?” I tried to snatch my hand back.

He squeezed and pressed it into his crotch.

My dick wanted to burst out of my shorts.

“Tony, I’m not gay.”

“Boss, I know you’re gay. No matter how much you deny it.”

I got my hand back.

“Are you sure you don’t want this?” He leaned back and opened his jeans, exposing the bulge on his white briefs.

“I’m sure.” My eyes remained on his package.

“If you don’t want it, why can’t you take your eyes off it?”

“I…” I alternated looking at his face and his dick. “Are you going to just sit there? Or are you going to do what you wanted this entire time?” Tony wiggled the brow on his bruised eye.

Oh, fuck it. There’s no point in denying it.

I reached over and grabbed his bulge.

“See. I knew you were a fag.” He continued driving.

The soft meat twitched in my hand.

I started stroking his bulge.

“You like feeling my dick, Boss?”

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to do this the whole time.”

“Why don’t you take it out for me?” He gave a mischievous smile.

I pulled the briefs’ elastic and hooked it under his balls.

His dick flopped to the side, above its nest of pubes. “Do whatever you want.”

“You have a big dick, man.” I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft.

“Wait until it gets hard.” Tony shifted in his seat for easier access.

Slowly, I stroked him.

“Yeah, keep going. Make me hard.”

I closed my fingers tighter and focused close to the head.

“Is mine the first dick you’ve handled?”

“No.”

“Do you suck?”

“Yes.”

His dick twitched.

“How about you suck mine?”

“Fuck, yeah.” I got up on my knees on the seat and leaned over the central console.

“Look at you,” Tony smirked. “A moment ago, you wouldn’t admit you’re gay. But now, you’re so eager to get on my cock.”

Warmth flooded my cheeks.

I took a few inches of the soft meat in my mouth.

He drew a sharp inhale and placed a hand on my head while driving.

I sucked on the head, making sure to produce enough spit to make it slide smoother.

His shaft has doubled in size.

“Yeah. That’s it, Boss. Work for my nut.”

While holding his balls, I took more of him with each bob.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. So warm and wet, like a pussy.” He pushed my head on his hard dick.

The straight man’s feedback made me want to please him more.

I sucked with gusto, like a whore getting a big tip afterward.

“Wait a sec.” Tony pulled me off him.

“Shit!” I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand while looking around. “Is there a cop?”

“Relax. I just want to enjoy the blowjob without crashing into a tree.” He pulled over, pushed his jeans and briefs past his knees, and leaned back.

My body sagged in relief.

Tony put his hand behind my neck and pulled me back on his dick. “Get back to work.”

I got back on my knees and resumed his blowjob.

Salty precum burst inside of my mouth.

While holding onto his thighs, I sucked harder, making my cheeks sink.

He grabbed the handle above the door and leaned his head against the headrest. His other hand went behind my head. “That’s it, Boss. Show me how much you want my cock.”

I danced my tongue around the tip, flicking on the sensitive area under the head.

Tony hissed, “If a cop did show up, I bet you can get us out of trouble by sucking him, too. We’ll share your faggot mouth. Take turns using it. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

The tent in my chino shorts pushed out even more.

“Yeah, I would.” I slid my lips on the side of his shaft.

“You’re such a cock slut.”

I put his dick back in my mouth.

The tow truck driver moaned.

At the same time, I twisted my head like a screw and jacked him off.

Tony grabbed my hair and pushed his hips up. “You suck better than a chick. Maybe I should whore you out to my bitch’s husband so he would leave us alone.”

I let him set the pace of my sucking.

“Your mouth feels like a fucking pussy.” His hips moved faster until he hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

I pulled away to recover.

Tony held the headrest with both hands, exposing his bushy armpits.

While stroking his dick with one hand, I used the fingers on the other to play with his nipple.

“Fuck! That feels good, Boss.”

I started playing with both his nipples.

He grabbed the headrest tighter. “Keep going.”

I took one of his nipples in my mouth.

The straight man hissed.

I alternated between sucking and flicking my tongue the erect nub of flesh.

The manly musk coming from his pits went into my nose.

I lifted his elbow higher and dove into his armpit.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ. No one has ever licked my pit before.”

While savoring his man smell, I continued licking his bushy armpit.

He gripped my hair and pushed me onto his armpit. “You like that? That’s a smell of a real man.”

“Yeah, I love it.”

“I never knew I would like someone licking my armpit. But that’s enough. Get back on my dick.” Tony held his dick by the base and pushed me back down.

I put his dick back in my mouth and resumed sucking.

He groaned in pleasure, pushing his hips into my mouth.

I adjusted my mouth to accommodate his size and let him take control.

The head entered my throat, making me gag.

I pulled away, coughing while jacking his hard meat.

A long rope of saliva stretched from the glistening head to my lips.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Take it all, Boss. I want to know how much of my cock you can take.”

Challenge accepted.

I dove right back and took more of him.

It made me gag again.

But this time, I didn’t pull away and kept going until Tony penetrated my throat.

“Yes, that throat is fucking tight. It feels so damn good.”

Eventually, my nose reached his sweaty pubes, and my bearded chin pressed onto his balls.

“Fuck! You are one talented cocksucker, you know that? My bitch can’t even take more than half of it.”

I continued deep-throating Tony.

“You like a straight man’s cock plugging your throat?”

“Mm-hm,” I answered with my mouth full.

“Where has your mouth been all this time, Boss?” Tony pulled me by the back of my neck and buried his cock deeper.

I grabbed his butt to pull him closer.

“Motherfucker!” He knocked his head against the tow truck’s window. “You should have called me to tow your truck a long time ago.”

I deep-throated him faster.

“Wait, wait.” Tony pulled me off his dick. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I smirked while wiping my mouth.

“Damn, you’re one great cocksucker, Boss. Do you get fucked?”

“Have you fucked anyone in the ass before?”

“No. The bitches I’ve been with always shut me down whenever I tried it with them.”

Women. They don’t know how fucking lucky they are.

“Yeah, I get fucked.”

“Get in the back.” Tony grinned while taking his jeans and briefs off. “And bring the lube.”

I opened the compartment and grabbed the half-empty bottle.

Tony got out naked except for his old baseball cap.

“Are you crazy? What if someone sees you?”

He got inside the extended cab and closed the door. “There’s no one out here but us. Now, get back here. I want to fuck your pussy.”

My dick twitched at what he called my hole.

After making sure no vehicle approached from both directions, I got out of the passenger side and climbed in to join the straight tow truck driver.

Tony sat behind the driver’s seat, stroking his dick to keep it hard.

I removed my sweaty black polo shirt, chino shorts, and black boxer briefs. My erection bounced when I tossed my clothes in the front.

“What are you waiting for?”

I popped the top of the lube bottle and poured the clear liquid on his dick.

Tony spread it all over.

I put some on my fingers and reached behind to slick me up.

“Come over here and ride this dick.” He held his cock by the base.

Facing away from him, I straddled his open legs and lowered myself on him.

The tip kissed my anal ring and pushed its way in.

“Fuck, man. You’re so big.” I held on to the headrest in front of me for support.

“That’s it. Keep going. The head’s almost in.”

I sat further to receive the straight man’s meat until it entered me.

“Boss, you’re so tight. I fucking love it.”

While looking over my shoulder, I slowly started bouncing on his meat.

Tony leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a smile. “Hmm.”

“You like me riding you, man?”

“Damn! Your pussy feels so good. Much tighter than a woman’s.”

I leaned back on his chest and fucked myself on him, taking more and more of his fat dick.

His face contorted in pleasure while holding my ass to guide me.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, man. I need you to fuck me. Give it to me.” I wrapped my fingers around my erect shaft and jacked myself.

Tony moaned and thrust his hips up to meet my ass until he bottomed out.

“Yes, man. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m one of your bitches.”

“Grrr.” He lifted me every time his hips pushed up, pulled out quickly, and let gravity bring me down on his cock.

The truck shook, and the windows fogged with the heat radiating from our sweaty bodies. Wet marks showed on his old baseball cap.

It smelled like a locker room after an intense game.

“You want to be one of my bitches?”

I bit my lips and nodded. “Oh, god, yes.”

He lifted me off his cock. “On your back.”

Without complaint, I lay on my back behind the passenger’s seat.

“I’ll show you how I fuck my bitches.” Tony grabbed one of my ankles and opened my legs wider as he guided his dick back inside my hole.

It slid in with no resistance.

I resumed jerking myself off. “Yes, Tony. Wreck my pussy.”

“You’re such a faggot, wanting your pussy to be fucked by a real man.” He pounded me into the door, making my neck bend.

“Put me in my place, man.”

“I bet you went to the cabin even if it was far away because you wanted to ogle at your high school best friends’ bulges.”

It was partly true. I did check out their bulges while we goofed around at the lake. They were almost naked with their wet swim trunks clinging to their bulges, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Or do they already know you’re a fucking fag? They went to the cabin so they could take turns fucking this pussy with their big dicks. Am I right?”

I wish that were true. If they wanted me to, I would have serviced each one of them in a heartbeat.

“Shit! I’m going to cum.” I shot all over my chest and abs. Some landed on my lips and bearded chin.

“Did you cum reliving your high school best friends gangbanging you at the cabin?” Tony held both of my ankles as he saw his dick into me.

I swiped my cum and let him see how I ate my cum from my hand. “Mmm.”

The slapping of flesh filled the inside of the tow truck.

“I’m fucking close.” He tried to pull out.

“No, don’t.” I held onto his torso to stop him. “Cum inside. Knock me up.”

“Such a cock slut.” Tony pumped into me like a piston. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

His load exploded in my bowels. With each thrust, more of his seed filled me until he emptied the contents of his balls.

He knocked his head on the window, panting.

“That was fucking intense,” I said, looking up at his satisfied face.

“I know. I’ve never cum like that before.”

“You’re welcome.” I grinned.

We fell silent except for our heavy breathing.

When we recovered, he pulled out and slumped on the back seat.

“Don’t tell anyone about this. No one can’t know.”

Tony chuckled, wiping his sweat using the tank top he picked from the floor. “It will be our little secret. But the next time you’re around here, you’ll give me a call. Deal?”

“Deal. Now get me to the service station. I need my pickup fixed so I can return to my wife.”

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“So, what can I do for you today?” The barber covered me with the black cape.

“A haircut and beard grooming. Look at this.” I opened my phone and showed him a picture. “That’s how Tony usually cuts my hair.”

“Are you a regular?” He started working on my hair.

“Yeah.” I sat still and looked at him in the mirror. “Where’s the fat bastard, anyway? Are you filling in for the day?”

“The shop’s mine now. He sold it to me.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I haven’t been around for a while. That’s why I needed a haircut.”

“He wasn’t able to tell anyone because he needed to move to Seattle to take care of his sick father.” The barber offered his hand. “I’m Omar.”

I brought my hand out from under the cape and shook it. “Miguel.”

Omar resumed cutting my hair. “Is this just a regular haircut, or are you getting ready for a special occasion?”

“My wife and I are having dinner at Chef Dino’s. It’s our thirteenth wedding anniversary.”

“Fancy. Happy Anniversary, Bro. I hope my fiancee and I will last as long or longer.”

“Thanks, man. Have you two set a date?”

“Nothing definite yet. But we’re thinking most likely after the baby comes. She’s seven months pregnant.”

My phone vibrated inside my pocket.

I brought it out to see if it was my wife with last-minute instructions before I went home to get ready.

It was from Jason.

The preview of the message showed an eggplant and peach emoji.

My heart thumped inside my chest.

Before the straight barber saw, I put the phone back under the cape.

After our first encounter at the house, I had sex with the plumber multiple times. I would usually go to his place or sometimes to his office on the pretense of delivering plumbing supplies from my hardware store. His employees had no idea their boss fucked me from behind while bent over the desk.

The phone on the counter rang.

“Bro, I’ll be right back.”

“Go ahead, man.”

Omar walked away.

While he talked on the phone, I replied to Jason’s message: ‘I can’t. Dinner plans with my wife.’

‘Don’t you rather want to eat this?’

A picture of the dick I’ve been sucking for the past few weeks showed on the thread.

Shit!

My dick came alive inside my boxers.

I turned the phone over and looked toward Omar.

He lifted a finger and mouthed, “One sec.”

After giving him a thumbs up, I typed a reply: ‘I can’t. Anniversary.’

“Sorry about that, Bro.” Omar stood on my right, holding a beard clipper. “I don’t have a receptionist yet.”

I shoved my phone back into my pocket. “It’s okay, man. I know what it’s like when you’re understaffed.”

My phone vibrated again.

But I ignored it.

“You have your own business?”

“I own Chavez and Son.”

“That big hardware store near here?” He whistled.

While running the device through my beard, something soft and meaty pressed against my elbow.

My whole body tensed at the unexpected contact.

Blood rushed to my dick, tightening my pants.

Oh, my fucking god. Was that Omar’s dick?

The bulge in his sweatpants lifted off.

I relaxed and discreetly adjusted myself under the cape.

“Did you see the basketball game last night, Bro?” He asked.

Pretending nothing happened, I said, “It’s fucking crazy, man. I lost a bet with one of my buddies.”

Omar went to my left while talking about the awesome plays last night.

I grunted and nodded to whatever he said, distracted by the phantom pressure of his dick on my elbow.

Stop overthinking it. He didn’t do it on purpose. It was just an accident. “Are you okay?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him holding the beard trimmer. “Yeah, sorry. I just remembered something.”

“Don’t worry, Bro. All I need to do is shave the edges, then you can go home and get ready for your dinner with the missus.” He reclined the chair, making it almost horizontal, and went to the mirror.

I held onto the armrest in silence.

Omar returned with a small can of shaving cream and stood next to the chair, squeezing some on his fat fingers.

His massive bulge was inches from my face. An outline of his dick showed on the sweatpants.

Heat spread throughout my entire body, making my arousal more intense.

Good thing the cape hid my crotch, or he would have seen the teepee under it.

As he leaned over, his dick pressed on my arm and stayed there while applying the cream to my cheeks and neck.

My heart pumped faster, sending more blood into my raging dick.

I wanted to grab the straight barber’s meat and massage it. But instead, pushed my arms into his dick without making it too obvious.

Jolts of electricity traveled all over my body as more of the black man’s fat sausage touched my skin.

Closing my eyes, I gripped the chair tight and savored the feel of it, wishing it stayed on me longer.

Omar stepped away, taking his dick with him.

No! Don’t go.

I sagged on the chair and squeezed my hard-on under the cape while he couldn’t see.

He picked up a straight razor from the mirror, leaned over me, and started shaving the edges of my beard.

While trying to stay completely still, I avoided looking at his stubbled face.

The beefy black man moved closer to shave the other side of my neck, pressing his bulge against the back of my hand.

I gasped, and my whole body stiffened.

Oh, god.

“Are you okay?” He made eye contact before checking my neck. “It doesn’t look like I nicked you.”

“No, I’m okay. I was just surprised. That’s all.”

His dick stayed pressing on me as Omar resumed.

Sledgehammers pounded inside my chest.

My dick twitched, and precum leaked out, soaking my boxers.

Was he doing it on purpose? Does he want me to…? If I’m wrong, I’ll have to find a new barber when I leave the hospital.

Oh, fuck it! I’m doing it.

Slowly, I rubbed the back of my fingers against the meaty bulge.

Omar kept working, unfazed by my actions.

I continued but with more pressure.

“Miguel, if you tease the snake, it might get angry.”

Without moving my hand off his dick, I looked up at him.

My heart pumped a million times a minute.

“Can you handle the snake when it’s angry?”

“Y-yes.”

A smirk showed on his face. “Just let me finish this.”

I nodded.

Omar wiped off the excess foam with a towel when he finished.

My erection pushed against my pants like it would burst out like an alien from a movie.

He returned the chair to its upright position and removed the cape from me.

“What if customers come in?” I asked.

“Easy.” Omar went to lock the door.

While waiting in silence, I vibrated with excitement.

After pulling the blinds down, the muscular black man stood next to the chair.

I grabbed and massaged the sizeable bulge through the sweatpants.

He cocked his chin at the massive tent on my crotch. “Looks like someone wanted to make my snake angry this whole time.”

“You’re the one who’s been pressing his dick into me.”

“It’s because I knew you were a fag the moment you came in. And you’ve been staring at my crotch while waiting for your turn.”

“How did you…?

“The shop is full of mirrors. You think I wouldn’t notice the fag who keeps looking at my dick?”

Fuck! Am I that obvious when checking guys out? I need to be more careful.

“It’s a good thing you came in. With my fiancee pregnant, I need someone who can take care of my dick. You want to do it for me?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

“What are you waiting for?” Omar put both hands on his hips, showing off the muscular tattooed arms.

I shoved my hand inside his sweatpants and stroked him through his underwear.

“Look at you,” the straight barber scoffed. “Pretending to be straight by getting ready to celebrate your wedding anniversary with your wife. But right now, your hand is inside another man’s pants, holding his cock.”

“It’s a big cock, man. It’s not even hard yet.”

“You like big cocks?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“How about big black cocks?”

“Even better.” I inserted my fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down until they dropped to his ankle.

The shape of a meaty dick pointing down pushed the front of his white briefs.

I resumed stroking him through the cotton.

“Go ahead, fag. Show me how much you want it.”

I pulled the elastic and hooked it under his low-hanging balls.

A full bush of pubes surrounded the black, cut dick.

Using underhand, I wrapped my fingers around the fat shaft and jacked him off.

Omar pushed his briefs halfway down his thighs. “Yeah, that’s it. Make my dick hard.”

I leaned over the side of the chair, took his dick into my mouth, and started bobbing.

He gasped and gripped the hair behind my head.

While holding onto his thighs, I sucked the barber’s dick harder.

His dick grew between my lips.

“Motherfucker! Your mouth feels so good.” He pulled his wifebeater up and hooked it on his neck, revealing more tattoos on his ripped torso.

I produced more spit to make the blowjob wetter and smoother.

“You’re fucking talented. Better than my fiancee or any bitch I’ve been with. Have you sucked a lot of cocks before?”

“Let’s just say this is not the first cock I’ve sucked.” I resumed sucking while sliding a hand up and down his abs, feeling the contours of the solid muscles in my palm.

Omar’s hard dick filled my mouth.

“Where were you the past couple of months? I could’ve used this amazing mouth when I needed it.”

I held onto the base and stroked the spit-slicked shaft. “If I knew you would let me, I would have visited sooner, man.”

He put his dick back in my mouth. “Don’t worry. You can make up for it by coming here whenever I tell you. Do you want that?”

“Mm-hm,” I mumbled with his dick in my mouth.

“Whenever I don’t have a customer, come over and service me. I may even make you when I have customers so you can service them, too.”

Fuck!

I moaned at the thought of being passed around by different strangers.

Omar chuckled, “Someone likes the idea. Let’s see if I can make that happen.”

As I continued sucking, I jacked the bottom half for added stimulation.

“Fuck, I miss getting good blowjobs like this.”

I took him out of my mouth and slid my lips on the side of the shaft, from base to head.

“Get back on that dick.” He gripped my hair and made me suck him again. “Take it all.”

Adjusting my mouth, I tried to take more.

With his hand behind my head, he pulled me into his crotch, burying his meat deeper.

The head hit the back of my throat, activating my gag reflex.

But instead of pulling away, I took more until it went down my esophagus.

A hand touched my neck. “Damn! I can feel my dick stretching your throat.”

While the big black cock plugged my airway, I looked up at him.

“Such a talented cocksucker.” Omar petted my head. “From now on, I’ll feed you my dick every chance.”

I pulled away to catch my breath and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He pushed his briefs down to the ankles, stepped out of his sweatpants and shoes, and stood in front of the chair. His big black cock pointed up at an angle like a flag pole on the side of a building.

I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it.

Precum collected at the tip.

“Look at what you did to my cock, you fag. It’s leaking.” Omar swiped the clear liquid with a finger and shoved it between my lips.

I sucked the sticky man-juice off his fat finger.

He pulled it out and pointed to his meat. “Clean that up.”

Leaning forward, I sucked his leaking dick into my mouth.

More of the salty nectar burst inside my mouth.

“Fuck!” Omar leaned against the mirror’s counter.

I held the dick at the base and swirled my tongue around the head.

He gripped the counter tighter.

As my tongue ran the sides of the shaft, I slid my hand up his muscular torso until it reached his nipples.

“Yes, play with them.”

After taking the dick back in my mouth, I rubbed the erect nubs between my fingers.

Omar thrust his hips, burying his dick in my throat with each bob. “This mouth is the best. I wonder if the other end feels good, too. Do you get fucked?”

“Mm-hm.”

He pulled out. A long rope of spit stretched from his dick to my mouth. “Take your clothes off. I’m gonna fuck that pussy.”

I got off the chair and removed my clothes.

Omar turned me around, facing the mirror, and bent me at the waist.

I grabbed the counter and looked at him in the mirror. “Do you have lube?”

“We can use this.” He grabbed the bottle of beard oil in front of me.

“That would be better than nothing.”

After putting some on his fat finger, he pressed it against my hole and pushed in, stretching me open.

I shut my eyes at the intrusion.

The digit started slowly moving in and out. “I’ve never fucked a man’s pussy before. Can you take my big black cock, fag?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Just loosen me up first.”

Another finger went in.

“I bet I’m not the first black man you’ve had.”

“No.”

“You’re such a fucking slut for cock.”

Once he had three fingers fucking me, he pulled out and put some beard oil on his dick.

I looked at him behind my shoulder. “Please, put that big black cock inside me, man.”

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna stuff your pussy good.” Omar slapped my ass cheek and pushed the head through my hole.

“Fuck! That’s a big cock.” I gripped the counter.

His dick stretched my anal ring with each inch.

“You’re so fucking tight!”

“Tighter than your fiancee’s?” I asked.

“Tighter than any bitch I fucked.” He put one hand on my hip and pushed his length further in.

“Loosen it up with that big black cock. Wreck it until I walk funny while taking my wife to dinner later.”

Omar growled and started fucking slowly.

I wrapped my fingers around my dick and stroked myself to match his pace. “Yes, keep going. Fuck my pussy, man.”

“Look at you.” He grabbed onto my shoulder and fucked into me faster. “Trying to fool people you’re straight and macho, but what you really are is a faggot who wants real men to use your pussy. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Say it. I want to hear you say what you really are.”

“I’m a faggot who wants real men to use my pussy.”

Omar fucked me harder and faster until his dick bottomed out inside me. He would pull until only the head remained and slam the whole thing into me in one go.

I braced myself on the counter.

The slapping of flesh, mixed with my whimpers and his grunts, filled the barbershop.

He pulled out. “Get up on the chair and stick that ass out.”

I climbed up and knelt, facing the backrest, arching my back to present my gaping hole to the straight barber.

“You have the best pussy ever.” Omar stabbed his big black cock back inside me and started fucking again. “I can’t believe I’ve never had it before.”

“It’s yours now, man. Fuck it anytime you want. You can use me as your cumdump even after your fiancee gives birth.”

The chair shook with each thrust.

I grabbed on to keep myself from falling over.

At this angle, his dick rubbed against my prostate.

“Oh, shit! Keep fucking me right there.”

Omar bent forward, pressing his chest against my back, and grabbed my shoulder while pounding me from behind.

“Please, you’re getting me close.”

“Did you let Tony fuck your pussy like this, too? Admit it. The fat bastard has been fucking your ass for a long time.”

“No, he never fucked me.”

“I bet you wished he did,” he whispered in my ear.

“Oh, god, yes. I fantasized about him pinning me down with his massive body, helpless while getting fucked. Shit, I’m cumming!”

My dick exploded, shooting cum on the leather backrest and the seat until nothing more came out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot, too.” He shoved every inch of his black cock inside me.

“Breed me, man. Make me go to my anniversary dinner with your load inside me. Mark me as yours.”

“Ah! Here it comes.” Omar let go, injecting his creamy load inside me with each slam of his hips. “Take it all.”

After draining his balls into me, he stopped thrusting but kept it inside me.

“That was fucking intense,” he said.

Our sweaty bodies pressed together while we caught our breaths.

Once we recovered, Omar pulled out and gave me the towel he used to wipe the shaving cream off my face.

I cleaned my jizz off the chair with it.

After putting our clothes back on, I paid him and walked toward the door. I need to go home and get ready for my anniversary dinner.

“Hey, Miguel.”

I looked behind me after grabbing the handle.

“If you need my services again, you know where to find me.” Omar grabbed his crotch and winked.

Miguel’s encounters will continue…

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Relax. I’ve handled his muscles before and didn’t get found out. It will be okay as long as I control myself.

“Fine. Where do you wanna do this?

“In our bedroom? But I’m going to take a shower first. I wasn’t able to at the gym. There were too many people.”

“Okay. I’ll finish my sandwich first.”

My son-in-law nodded and turned around, giving me a full view of his perfect bubble butt in his gym shorts before going outside.

After eating, I grabbed the bottle of massage oil and went to the guest house.

I opened the door and went in. “Patrick?”

Running water from the shower cut off. “Just go straight to the bedroom, sir. I’m almost finished.”

“Okay.”

The water turned back on.

I entered the tidy bedroom and waited, looking around to see if my son-in-law left his underwear lying around. To my disappointment, I found none.

“Did you bring the oil, sir?” Patrick came in with nothing but a thin white towel around his waist. If you looked at the right angle, you can see his dick through the cotton.

Water dripped from his short blonde hair and slid down his ripped torso.

Damn, I can’t believe my daughter bagged this hot stud. I’ve been lusting over him since he played for my college team.

“Yeah.” I showed him the bottle and looked away before he caught where I was looking.

He peeled off the towel and approached the bed, giving me an eyeful of his swinging dick.

My dick twitched.

“Laura will kill me if oil gets on the sheets.” Patrick spread the damp towel on the bed and lay on his stomach, hands overhead.

I zoned in on the plump ass of the man almost two decades my junior.

The pouch of my briefs filled with my growing erection.

“Uhm, do you have another towel I can cover you with?”

He looked back at me. “What for, sir? You’ve seen me naked in the locker room a million times.”

I rubbed oil on my hands and applied it on his leg closest to me, putting pressure on the affected area.

Patrick winced.

“Right there?”

“Yes.”

I kneaded the muscle while keeping my hand nowhere near his dick or balls.

Every time he moaned, my dick twitched.

“Can you go higher, sir?” It’s tight right below my butt.”

My heart pumped faster, sending more blood into my raging hard-on.

“Uh, okay.” I put a knee on the bed and moved my shaking hands higher.

More moans came out of Patrick.

I avoided any contact with his dick and balls.

He opened his legs wider.

As I continued, I couldn’t stop staring at his ass. I wanted to spread those cheeks apart and eat my son-in-law’s man-hole.

My fingers grazed his balls.

I retracted my hand like it touched something hot.

Shit! What am I doing? I must stop this before I do something I might regret later.

“Everything okay, sir?”

“Uh, yeah.” I got my hands off him. “That’s enough for today. You should get dressed.”

“Wait, how about here, sir?” Patrick turned over, his dick dangled to one side as he touched his upper thigh.

Sledgehammers pounded inside my chest.

I sat at the edge of the bed and crossed my legs. “Does it hurt?”

He nodded. “A bit.”

Get it over with, Robert. It will be fine. Just make sure you keep your hands away from his junk.

“O-okay. But after this, you should get dressed.” After putting more oil on my hands, I squeezed the area he showed me.

Patrick closed his eyes and moaned.

“Did I get it?”

“Right here, sir.” His fingers pressed into an area closer to his dick.

A flush of heat spread throughout my body.

I scooted closer and massaged it.

His dick shifted and dangled closer to my hand.

More blood went to my erection, tightening the tent in my shorts.

Patrick’s meat doubled in size.

Fuck! He’s getting hard.

“Sorry, sir.” He lifted his neck and looked at me. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m getting a little excited. Laura and I haven’t had sex in months.”

“It’s okay, son. You always get hard when I give you rubdowns after practice years ago, too.”

“I guess you’re used to seeing it with the university football team, huh?”

When he and my players got hard, they always had a towel covering their crotches. Not out in the open like this.

My eyes never left his dick.

His erection kept growing until it rested on his lower abs.

What would it feel like to have his fat meat in my hand?

Robert, don’t do anything stupid. That’s your daughter’s husband.

The thumping reached my ears.

“Sir?”

I looked at my son-in-law. “Huh?”

His gaze went to his crotch. “You have my dick in your hand.”

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“Good morning.” He put the huge-ass toolbox down on the floor and flipped through the pages on his clipboard. “I’m here to fix Lori Chavez’s sink.”

“She’s my wife.” I extended my hand. “I’m Miguel Chavez.”

“Jason Walker.” A smile showed on his brown and gray stubbled face.

“Come in.” I stepped aside to let him through.

He picked up his toolbox and entered. “Where’s the sink?”

“In the kitchen.” I shut the door and led the way.

The plumber looked around as he followed. “Nice house.”

“Thanks.”

We got to the kitchen, and I directed him to the sink on the granite island.

Jason set the toolbox down on the floor and tinkered with the sink. He opened and closed the faucet and peeked in the drain with a pen flashlight.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“It’s okay. I can manage.” Jason got on all fours to check the pipes underneath, giving me a view of the plump ass in his overalls.

Blood rushed into my dick, tightening my underwear.

I squeezed my erection through my black pants while the plumber can’t see me.

Jason came out from under the sink, took some tools from the toolbox, and lay on his back. His open legs showed off a big mound in the crotch of his coveralls.

Another rush of blood went into my erection, making standing uncomfortable.

I turned around and went to the fridge to get ingredients for a sandwich before he noticed my hard-on. “Do you mind if I have my lunch while you work?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you want one?”

“No, it’s okay. I ate before going here.” His voice mixed with the clang of tools and pipes.

“How long have you been a plumber?” I placed bread slices on a plate and assembled my lunch.

“Twenty years. My dad owned the business. But he left it to me two years ago after he passed away.”

“I’m sorry about your dad. It’s the same with my old man. I inherited my hardware store from him.”

“And what does the missus do?”

“She’s a psychiatrist.” I finished assembling the sandwich and hopped on the counter across from him before taking a bite. “How about you? Do you have a wife?”

“Divorced. We have a teenage son, but she has custody.” Jason scratched his bulge.

My dick twitched.

I stared at the big mound as I took another bite, imagining myself between his tree-trunk thighs with my face pressed against his bulge.

“Miguel?”

“Huh?” I snapped out of my fantasy and glanced at him peeking from under the sink. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You have mayonnaise on your beard.” He gestured on his facial hair.

“Oops. Thanks, man.” I wiped my face with a paper towel.

He went back to work.

As I ate the last bite, water burst from under the sink.

“Fuck!” Jason yelled as he tried to plug the pipe with his hands.

The torrent of water stopped, but some still escaped, drenching his clothes and flooding the floor. “Quick! Shut the water main.”

I jumped off the counter in a panic and bolted out the back door to close the valve. “Has it stopped?”

“It stopped,” his faint voice reached me outside.

When I returned, Jason stood next to the island, unfastening his coveralls. His soaked white shirt clung to his pale skin.

“Let me get you a towel.” I hurried to the bathroom, grabbed a couple, and went back.

The huge plumber stripped down to only a pair of wet white briefs. His fat, cut dick showed through the almost transparent fabric.

My dick shot back to hardness and pressed against the zipper of my pants.

I tore my stare away before he caught me looking and handed him the towels. “What happened?”

He thanked me and started drying himself.

The soft meat dangling inside the wet pouch swung as he wiped the water off his skin. “The shut-off valve broke. I’m not surprised. Whoever did your piping used plastic instead of metal. I have one in the toolbox and replace it later.”

I left again and returned with cleaning stuff to get rid of the pool of water in my kitchen.

The almost naked plumber took the mop and worked on the floor. His dick passed in front of me while I was crouched down using rags and wringing them out in a bucket.

It took all my will to keep myself from reaching out and grabbing the straight man’s sausage.

My hard-on kept throbbing in my pants.

It’s a good thing my pants were black. The tent won’t be noticeable unless one looks for it.

After we got rid of the flood, I asked, “If you want, you can borrow one of my boxers while I toss your clothes in the dryer.”

“That would be great, man. It would be nice not to work in wet underwear.”

I returned with a pair from my dresser. “I hope this fits. You’re bulkier than I am.”

“No problem. It’s only temporary until my clothes dry up.” Jason inserted his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, not caring if I was standing in front of him.

His fat dick dangled between his legs over balls surrounded by a full bush of brown and white.

I wanted to reach in my pants to adjust myself because the uncomfortable tightness returned.

“Thanks, man.” He faced me in all his manly glory with a smile and gave the wet briefs with the other wet clothes.

To keep my voice from cracking, I nodded in reply and took them.

Jason put my boxers on.

My eyes zoned in on the sizeable package bulging in front.

He cupped his crotch and looked at me. “You’re right. It’s a little snug. It feels like my dick will burst out of your underwear.”

“I could grab something else from my dresser if you want.”

“Nah, it’s perfectly okay. Don’t worry about it, man.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I left him alone, but once I was out of sight, I shifted my dick to give it room to breathe.

After tossing his clothes in the machine, I returned to the kitchen.

Jason was on his back under the sink.

“Everything okay here? Do you need anything else?”

“Actually, could you hand me my other wrench?” He pointed to the toolbox between his bent open legs.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed the tool requested while secretly staring at the big mound on display inside his borrowed boxers.

“You got it?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“Here.”

“Could you stay there just in case I need something else?” Jason reached for the wrench.

“Uh, sure.”

He went back to work on the sink.

I resumed staring at his crotch, licking my lips in wishful thinking I could run my tongue on the straight man’s meat.

Jason cleared his throat.

I snapped my gaze to his face.

“You like what you see between my legs?” He asked with his head lifted, flashing his pearly whites.

“No, man.” I shook my head with my hands in front of me. “I was not looking. I promise.”

He put the tools down to one side and grabbed his crotch. “How about you come over here and suck this for me?”

“Seriously, man. I’m not gay.”

“Stop pretending you don’t want to. You’ve been checking out my cock this entire time. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I’m not pretending.”

“Bullshit. Come on. Wrap those fag lips around my dick. I haven’t had sex for at least a week. My balls are full of cum just for you.”

I swallowed and imagined the sensation of his load sliding down my throat.

The thumping in my chest got harder.

“Man, I have a wife and son.”

“So? It doesn’t change the fact you want to suck my cock.”

Should I give in and do it? I can’t risk people finding out my secret because of a quick blowjob on some guy—a hot straight random guy.

“Don’t worry about people finding out. I’m not going to tell anyone. It will be our little secret.”

I stared at him in silence, trying to decide what to do.

“Go ahead. Suck it.” Jason removed the hand on his bulge.

My throbbing hard-on made the decision for me.

Slowly, I slid the toolbox out of the way and crawled closer to his crotch.

His lips lifted into a cocky smirk.

I reached for the meaty bulge and massaged it through the boxers.

“See? I knew you were a fag.” Jason shoved his thumbs through the underwear’s waistband and pushed them down.

Grabbing the hem, I helped him and tossed them to the side.

His dick shifted to the side like a wordless invitation when he opened his legs wider.

I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft and dove down, putting it in my mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. Suck my dick.”

Adding suction, I produced more spit and sucked.

The straight plumber’s dick started growing.

He put a hand behind my head and moaned. “Your mouth feels so good on my cock. Keep going.”

“You like it?” I asked while stroking him.

“Yeah.” Jason stood up and held the hard dick at the base.

I knelt in front of him and lined up my lips near the head.

He pulled me on his crotch. “Get back to work.”

After taking the man’s meat back in my mouth, I bobbed without holding onto any part of him.

The head hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

But instead of pulling away, I kept going.

“Damn, this is not your first time sucking cock. You’re better than my ex-wife.”

His compliment made me hornier.

I opened my pants, took my dick out, and stroked myself.

“Look at you, pleasuring yourself with my cock in your mouth. I knew you were a cocksucker when I caught you checking out my crotch working on the sink.” He slid his hand through my black slicked back hair.

I matched my hand with the speed of my bobbing.

Jason pulled out and slapped it against my face. “You want this big dick, fag?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I wanted it ever since you set foot in the house.”

“That’s right. I fucking knew it.” He stabbed his dick into my mouth and pulled my head harder, burying it deep. “Fags like you marry women to pretend you’re straight. But once real men like me show up, you drop to your knees and take our cocks.”

I kept sucking.

He pulled me off his dick by my hair. “Am I right? Answer me.”

“Yes, I’ll suck any straight man who wants their dick sucked.”

Jason held both sides of my head and fucked my mouth. “Fucking slut for cock.”

Without complaint, I let the beefy plumber use me like his personal sex toy.

He directed me toward his hairy balls. “How about you work on those for a while?”

I alternated licking and playing each testicle with my tongue and occasionally sucked on it.

The plumber knocked his head back. “Fuck, yeah!”

I continued working on his balls while he jacked off.

He pulled me back on his dick, shoving it in one go, making me choke.

But once I recovered, I sucked and stroked his dick at the same time while stroking my own.

“Look at me while you service my cock.”

I pulled his dick out and slapped it on my face while looking up at him.

“If only your wife could see you now, thinking she married a real man, but in truth, he’s on his knees worshipping another man’s cock. What a fucking liar?”

Ignoring his humiliating comments, I devoured the plumber’s dick again, making sure he saw the head bulging out of my cheeks with each suck.

“Get up.” He yanked me by my polo shirt and bent over the kitchen island. “Take those off. I need to fuck that pussy.”

I pushed my pants and boxers to my ankles and kicked them to the side.

“Nice ass.” He slapped and squeezed my ass cheek. “Has anyone told you your ass is like a woman’s?”

“Yes,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “My buddies at the gym.”

Jason scoffed and whispered in my ear. “I bet you always wanted them to fuck your pussy in the locker room. Or maybe one of them beat me to it already. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if all of them had been inside your pussy. You’re a fucking slut, after all.”

I stayed silent because he was right. I’ve jacked off to that fantasy. All four of my buddies gangbanging me in the middle of the locker room while other gym patrons watch.

He opened my ass cheeks and inspected my hole using his thumb.

It winked at him.

“Got lube?”

“Use the olive oil in there.” I pointed to the cupboard behind us.

The plumber grabbed the bottle, poured some on my crack, and pushed his middle finger in.

I reached back with one hand, spread my cheek apart, and relaxed.

“You’re tight,” he said as it went in further.

“It’s been a long time since I got fucked.,” I said with my eyes closed.

“We need to loosen you up for my dick.” The fat digit moved in and out.

“Please, be gentle.”

“I can’t promise that,” Jason added a second finger. “Once I get inside a pussy, I fuck it hard. You’re just another hole for me to use.”

A whimper came out of me.

“Better think of an excuse to tell your wife when she sees you walking funny later.”

I gripped the edge of the island when a third finger went in.

His finger sawed into me until he said, “I think you’re ready. Want my dick inside your pussy?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

Jason chuckled, poured olive oil on his dick, and aimed it at my hole.

My eyes clenched tight as the invading head met resistance from my anal ring.

“Shit, you’re so fucking big.”

“Come on. Let me in. I’m gonna fuck you good like you’ve never been fucked before.”

After taking a few deep breaths, I opened up.

The head breached.

He slapped my ass. “There you go. I’m in.”

“Wait.” I reached back for his belly to keep him from moving. “Let me get used to it for a second.”

Minutes passed.

“Go ahead.”

Jason put a hand on my lower back and started slowly fucking into me.

I bent over until my chest pressed against the island’s cold granite surface to make his dick go in easier.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, just like a woman’s, but tighter. I’m gonna have to fuck this again soon.” The straight plumber fucked faster.

“Come back and fuck me anytime you want.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely come back.” He pulled out and circled the head at my hole before stabbing it inside again. “We’ll pretend there’s something wrong with the shower, and I’m gonna fuck you in the bathroom while your wife is somewhere in the house.”

Fuck!

“Do you want that, huh?” He pushed his whole dick inside me. “Me, fucking you behind your wife’s back?”

“Mm-hmm. We have to be careful. She can’t know.”

“We’ll make sure we won’t get caught.” He held my hips and pulled me, slapping my ass into his crotch.

I moaned in pleasure.

One hand pushed me down while the other held onto my shoulder as he pounded me into the kitchen island.

Moan, whimpers, and the slapping of flesh filled the room.

Jason lifted one of my legs and put my feet on the edge of the island, opening me up more for him.

“Give it to me, man. I need your big dick inside me. Use me to get yourself off.”

Holding his dick at the base, he kept pulling out and stabbing it back in. “Does it feel good to have me inside you?”

“Fuck, yes! I miss having a big dick inside me.”

He pulled out and slapped my ass. “On your back and get that pussy over the edge.”

I removed my polo shirt and climbed up the granite island.

Jason held one of my legs by the ankle and punched his dick back inside my hole.

“Ugh!”

He draped my leg over his shoulder and started plowing into me. “I’m not going to get tired of fucking this pussy.”

I grabbed the edge over my head and braced myself for the assault.

“Good thing I took this call myself instead of delegating it to one of my guys. He would’ve been the one enjoying this prime pussy.” Jason shifted positions to fuck from a different angle.

His dick rubbed against my prostate.

“Shit! Right there. Keep fucking me right there.”

“Like this?” Jason piston in and out of me like a machine.

“Oh, god. I’m going to cum.” I held the back of my knees and pulled my legs to my chest.

He kept hitting my pleasure button.

“Ah!”

I exploded without touching myself.

Shot after shot, my load hit me on the face, the chest, and the abs until nothing else came out.

“Your pussy is squeezing my dick! I’m going to cum, too.”

“Don’t pull out. I want it inside me.”

Jason slammed into me harder, making my body shake with each fuck. “Here it comes.”

“Breed me, man. I want your baby.”

“I’m going to knock you up!”

Warm cum hosed my insides until he unloaded every drop of his baby batter and collapsed on top of me.

We panted heavily on top of each other, glistening with sweat.

After we recovered, Jason finished fixing the sink, showered, and dressed in his dry clothes.

I gave him a check for his services.

“Just give me a call when you need me to work on your pipes again.” The plumber gave a smug grin and winked.

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I could focus on the guys.

After taking one, I climbed on my bed and opened it.

Some of the pages were stuck together.

Has he been jacking off when I’m not around?

Blood rushed to my dick at the image of my straight roommate stroking his meat in our room.

I need lube.

There was some K-Y in the clinic, but I didn't want to go there.

Benjamin might have some.

There’s no point in being shy about it. I already violated my roommate’s privacy.

I went for his nightstand and found a half-empty bottle in the bottom drawer.

When I returned, I hooked the waistband of my thermal underwear under my balls and poured some lube on my dick.

With the magazine on my thigh, I stroked my erection while looking at the page.

I came across a scene where a locker room of football players gangbanged a female reporter. Her cameraman recorded everything while jerking off.

Some players were still in their dirty uniforms, and some were only in their jockstraps. One of the beefy guys fucking her had a whistle around his neck.

Heat spread through my body, and more blood filled my angry erection.

I closed my eyes, leaned back against the wall, and twisted the hand on my dick like a screw.

In my head, I was the reporter, and the players were my teammates at the station. They took turns filling my mouth and my hole with their fat dicks.

It would be a dream come true if it happened for real. But I’ll have to settle for the fantasy because it never will.

Why did I decide to work in the south pole stuck with a bunch of straight guys?

Fuck, I’m getting close.

The door opened.

“Doc, you wouldn’t believe what just happened.” Benjamin entered.

My whole body jolted.

Oh, shit! I tucked my dick back inside and shoved the magazine and lube under my pillow.

A large tent stuck out in front of my underwear.

I grabbed another pillow and used it to cover my lap. “What are you doing back so soon? I thought you were still playing poker.”

He started stripping down to his favorite thermals. “I fucking lost to Warren. Him. Of all people. Can you believe that?”

I snickered. “You lost to the guy with the most obvious tell?”

“It’s not funny.” Benjamin tossed his clothes on his desk and turned around. He may have the muscles, but he doesn’t have my bulk.

His dick bulged out in front of his underwear.

My dick twitched, remembering seeing it in the flesh a week ago.

“Looks like I interrupted your ‘me’ time, doc.” He cocked his head at my pillow and grinned. “I see you found my stash and enjoying yourself.”

A flush warmed my cheeks.

“I’m sorry for taking it without your permission, man.” I brought the magazine and the lube out to return them.

Benjamin raised a hand. “No, it’s okay.”

I stopped with one foot off the bed.

“You can borrow it. It’s not like I don’t have more. You know what?” He lifted his mattress, took a magazine, and climbed on his bed. “I’m gonna rub one out, too.”

“I’ll leave and give you some privacy.” With the pillow covering my crotch, I put the porn and lube down and stepped off the bed.

“No, doc. Stay. I don’t mind.” Benjamin leaned on the wall facing my bed and removed his bottom thermals. “Why don’t you finish what you started? We’re both guys here.”

When I reached the door, I paused to consider the invitation.

Oh, fuck it. I may not get another chance to see him jack off.

I climbed back in bed and mirrored him.

“Pass me the lube.” He extended his hands out, ready to catch the bottle.

“Here.” I tossed it to him.

After pouring the clear liquid on his dick, he chucked it back and jacked off while looking at the magazine next to his hip.

I removed my thermals and did the same thing. But while leafing through the magazine, my eyes peered on Benjamin.

The sight of him stroking across from me made my dick leak. It mixed with the lube, making my hand slide smoother.

He glanced in my direction.

Shit!

I snapped my gaze back to the porn.

My heart pounded inside my chest.

“Doc, this is so fucking hot. You should see this, too. Wait. I’m going over there.” Benjamin joined me on my bed and put the magazine on top of mine.

“Damn!” I pretended to look at the page with a woman’s face drenched in cum, but focused on his stroking beside me.

Our shoulders touched.

The unexpected contact sent tingles straight to my dick.

I continued jacking off as if nothing happened.

Benjamin didn’t move away. “I wish someone was here to take my load on their face like that.”

If only he knew that someone was sitting right next to him.

“I’ve been in Antarctica for almost six months. I miss pussy.” He turned the page.

“Unless you know how to get back to your wife for the night and return in the morning, you’re stuck in this icebox continent until your contract expires.”

“I know, right?”

“You have no choice but to take matters into your own hands like the rest of us.”

We continued stroking our dicks.

“Fuck, I wish I could get a blowjob right now. It doesn’t have to be from my wife. I’ll settle for some ugly bitch just to have my balls drained by something other than my right hand.”

“Ha. Good luck finding that in this sausage fest of a station.”

“Or you could suck my dick for me.”

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I picked up my jaw from the floor, went to him, and offered my hand. "Rex."

He shook it with a huge paw. "I'm sorry for being late, sir. There was an accident, and the bus got stuck. I had to walk the rest of the way."

"It's okay. Have a seat." I gestured to one of the chairs in front of my desk.

"My resume, sir," Rex said in a deep, masculine voice as he handed over a sheet of paper.

I stood behind the chair across from him and looked over its contents.

But as I skimmed it, the impressive package bulging between his legs distracted me.

My pants tightened as blood filled my dick.

Stop it, Simon. Lusting over a potential employee is a stupid idea. You're a married forty-five-year-old and have already left this side of yourself behind.

I tapped the paper when I read about his previous work. "I knew it. You were a bouncer."

"Yes, sir. I worked for a couple of strip clubs before. But I hated dealing with the perverts every night, so I decided to try something else. That's how I ended up driving for my previous employer."

"What happened?"

"He and his wife moved to the UK." Rex leaned back on the chair and opened his legs wider, making his package more visible.

Heat rose from inside me and spread all over my body.

My dick raged as my mouth salivated at the sight of the man's bulge. I wanted to drop to my knees between his legs and service him.

"Is everything okay, sir?"

"Uhm, yes." I snapped out of it and went around to sit on my chair to keep him from noticing my hard-on. "I just got distracted."

"I really need this job, sir."

"Are you okay with being on-call twenty-four-seven to drive for my wife and me? You'll be staying at our house, together with the housekeeper. But you’ll have a separate room from hers."

"Of course, sir. It will save me money from renting an apartment."

"When can you start?"

"I can start tomorrow."

"Good.” I extended a hand. “Report here early tomorrow. You'll drive me to a business lunch before we head home to see where you'll be staying."

"Thank you, sir.” Rex rose with a huge smile and shook my hand with both hands. “I promise you'll be satisfied with my service."

MY stomach grumbled as I lay in bed in my boxer briefs.

I reached for the digital clock on my nightstand to see what time it was.

It’s one in the morning.

Whose genius idea is it to not eat dinner? Mine. Now, I can’t sleep.

The wife slept next to me with only her head poking out from under the comforter.

I got out of bed, put my fleece robe on, and left the bedroom.

When I entered the dark kitchen, I went straight for the fridge and opened the door.

Light and cold air greeted me.

Our gray Persian cat made a soft meow and weaved between my feet.

“Hey, Winston.” I picked him up. “Are you hungry? Me, too. Let’s see what leftovers we have from dinner.”

While I scanned for what to eat, soft female moans and whimpers came from the housekeeper’s room nearby.

My heart beat faster, sending blood into my dick and tightening my boxer briefs.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening and who was doing it to her.

The curiosity of seeing how my hot personal driver performed in bed trumped my hunger.

I put Winston down on the kitchen island.

He protested with a meow.

“Shh, be quiet. We don’t want the fuckers to know we’re here.” I shoved my hand inside my underwear and adjusted myself.

Winston ignored me and jumped down.

I tiptoed down the hall toward the staff quarters.

The moans and whimpers got louder, mixed with the slapping of flesh.

“You like that, you slut?” Rex asked in his deep voice.

“Yes. Please. Fuck my pussy with that big dick.”

My erection twitched in its cloth prison.

Fuck, that’s hot.

A long strip of light escaped the housekeeper’s room, marking the floor like an arrow directing anyone to peek.

I crouched by the door and looked inside.

But with the narrow gap, I couldn’t see them.

With clenched teeth, I slowly pushed the door wider without them noticing.

My chest thumped harder as the full-body mirror on the closet door showed Rex’s massive naked frame fucking the housekeeper doggy style.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy all night. I’ll wreck it before you meet your boyfriend tomorrow.” His skin glistened with sweat, and every muscle flexed with each thrust of his hips.

“Ugh, you fuck so much better than him, Rex.”

Shit! I wish he fucked me, too.

My driver pulled out, flipped the housekeeper on her back, and shoved his dick back inside.

I loosened my robe and rubbed my erection through the cotton as I watched my employees fucking.

“Rex held her legs wide by the ankles, pounding into her like a machine.

She grabbed onto the sheets, surrendering to the pleasure.

I stood straight up, leaned almost on the door, and closed my eyes.

In my head, I was the one with my legs spread, taking every inch of the straight man’s cock.

I pushed the waistband of my underwear under my balls and jerked myself.

A loud crash came from the kitchen.

My whole body jolted.

Fuck!

I dashed down the hallway as quietly as possible, went into the kitchen, and hid inside the dark pantry.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” Rex asked from the other side of the door.

Winston meowed.

“Hey, there, buddy. Did you knock this over?” Metallic clinking sounded as the driver picked up the stuff from the floor.

Sweat slid down my face as I tried to catch my breath without alerting him to my presence.

“It’s just the cat.” His voice faded as he left the kitchen.

When I heard the door close down the hall, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Shit, that was close.”

WINSTON greeted me when I entered the dark kitchen. The moonlight outside was enough to let me see around.

“Shh. Be quiet.” I whispered while rubbing him behind the ears.

The fluffy gray cat left.

I’m having another one of my late-night cravings. But after witnessing what went on between my driver and housekeeper a week ago, those cravings included another sex show.

Every night since then, I got up, hoping to catch a repeat performance. But no such luck. I just settled on having my regular late-night snack.

With the housekeeper off on vacation with her boyfriend this weekend, I would have to wait until Monday night for another opportunity to spy on them.

And Rex would be asleep by now. We had a long day today, zipping from location to location to meet with clients.

I opened the fridge and checked out the options to eat.

“Mr. Brewer,” a deep voice said. “Why are you still up?”

I looked behind me while holding the door open.

Rex stood by the doorway in white briefs with a bath towel draped over one shoulder. The moonlight highlighted the bulge of his underwear.

Fuck! I snapped my head back toward the inside of the fridge.

The memory of his dick going in and out of the housekeeper’s pussy a week ago flashed in my head.

Blood rushed to my dick, filling out the pouch of my boxer briefs.

“Uhm…I got hungry. So I decided to have a snack before going back to bed.” I adjusted the tie of my fleece robe and made sure my erection won’t be noticeable.

“I couldn’t sleep either, sir. I thought maybe taking a hot shower would help. If I knew you were in here, I would have put on shorts on the way to the staff bathroom.”

“Are there some sausages left over from dinner? I wanted to make a sandwich.”

Rex walked over and got behind me. His bulge pressed on my lower back while he looked.

I froze at the unexpected contact.

The heat spreading throughout my body defeated the cold air from the fridge.

“Looks like there are none left, Mr. Brewer.”

“That sucks. I was craving it. I guess I’ll just go back to bed, then.” I turned around.

But he blocked the way, trapping me between him and the refrigerator.

“Excuse me.”

He didn’t move as the hulking driver towered over my six-foot frame. “If you want to eat, I think I can arrange something, Mr. Brewer.”

“It’s okay, Rex. I’m going back upstairs.” I tried side-stepping to get past him.

His huge paw held my shoulder, keeping me trapped. “I have a sausage for you, sir. It’s just one, but it’s huge. I guarantee it will satisfy your hunger, especially when the special sauce comes out.”

Sledgehammers pounded inside my chest, and my hard-on pushed against the pouch of my boxer briefs.

Rex took my hand and put it on his bulge. “You can eat this. I know you wanted it since my interview.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I tried to yank my hand away.

He gripped it tighter and pressed harder on his soft, fat dick.

“Are you crazy? I’m not gay.” I attempted to free my hand again but failed.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Mr. Brewer.” My almost naked employee smirked. “I knew you were gay the moment I entered your office. I always know a fag when I see one.”

“I’m not lying.”

“No? Then why did you keep looking at my bulge while reading my resume?”

“I was not.” I stopped trying to get my hand off his bulge.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Why do you think I opened my legs wider? I wanted to give you a better look.”

Fuck!

“I’m not gay. I’m married, for crying out loud.”

“Oh, please.” Rex snorted. “That’s like saying your not gay because you’re in a fraternity. There’s more butt fucking going in college than people want to admit.”

“Well, I’m not in college. I’m a grown-ass man.”

“Yeah, a married man with his hand on another man’s crotch. I already let go of your hand, but you kept it on my dick.”

My face flushed with embarrassment.

I removed my hand and tried to squeeze past him.

But his size wouldn’t allow me to. “You’re free to do what you always wanted to do since you hired me, Mr. Brewer.”

“My wife might come down and catch us.” I craned my neck to look behind him.

“You and I both know she won’t wake up anytime soon once she takes her sleeping pills.”

It’s true. Not even a siren will disturb her slumber. But how did Rex know about that?

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you still going to pretend you don’t want it?”

I stared at his bald, bearded face as I tried to decide what to do.

“Come on, sir.” Rex put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me down. “It’s time to feed you your late-night snack.”

My angry dick pushed the pouch of my underwear further, making a tent on my robe.

Letting go of my last resistance, I sank to my knees.

With his bulge inches from my face, the imprint of a fat head on the white cotton stared back at me.

I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Get it hard before you eat it, Mr. Brewer.”

Slowly, I brought my hand toward Rex’s meat. But before my palm pressed into it, I looked up at his face. “Go ahead. No need to be shy. We both know you want to.” He smirked as he towered over me. The balance of power between us has shifted in his direction.

I fondled the straight man’s meat through his white briefs.

Its thick shaft rubbed against my hand.

“Yes, that’s it.” Rex moaned. “Make me hard. Get it ready before going inside your mouth.”

While I continued, I leaned closer and tried to get a whiff of his musk.

“You won’t enjoy my scent like that. Put your nose on it.” He put a hand behind my head and pulled me in.

My face pressed against his crotch.

As I continued to stroke him, I inhaled the intoxicating manly aroma.

“I haven’t showered yet since we came back this evening. You like that?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Show me how much you like it.”

I flicked my tongue at the dick head imprinted on the cotton.

Rex hissed.

While I looked up at him, I took the head inside my mouth and sucked.

“Motherfucker!” He held onto the open refrigerator door.

As the spit-soaked fabric became translucent, I danced my tongue on the frenulum.

His dick more than doubled in size.

“That’s it. Keep going.”

I alternated between licking and sucking until the imprisoned monster peeked out of the briefs’ waistband.

“Take it out, Mr. Brewer. Time to unwrap that sausage.”

I inserted my fingers in his underwear’s elastic and pulled it halfway down his tree-trunk thighs.

The driver’s hard meat sprang out and swayed in front of me like a snake meeting its charmer. Precum formed at the head, making it glisten as it reflected light from the refrigerator.

“Will you look at that? You got me so hard I’m leaking so much.” Rex swiped the clear liquid with a finger and brought it near my mouth. “Here, have an appetizer.”

I wrapped my lips around the thick digit.

A burst of salty flavor entered my mouth.

“Mmm.” I savored my straight employee’s manly nectar.

“There’s more right here.” He grabbed his dick at the base. “Come and get it, fag.”

I leaned closer and flicked my tongue at the pinkish head.

“You should see yourself from up here. My so-called straight boss is on his knees eating my precum. Where you belong.”

Looking up at him, I took another flick.

“Fuck, Mr. Brewer! Put my dick inside your mouth. I can’t take it anymore.”

I took the driver’s dick head in my mouth and sucked, extracting more precum.

More of the salty liquid coated my tongue.

His hand went behind my head. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck my cock, boss.”

Opening my mouth wider, I took more of him inside.

“Wait. I have an idea.” Rex grabbed the red squeeze bottle from the fridge shelf and put a long line of ketchup on his cock. “Now, get back to eating my sausage.”

Following his instruction, I bobbed my head at his meat, tasting the tanginess of the condiment mixed with the saltiness of the precum.

“Yeah. Work for my thick white sauce.” His hand remained on my head. “I’m sure you fantasize about sucking my cock in the back seat. You’re hoping I’ll let you do it while I drive you around.”

Oh, fuck. That’s true.

Without stopping the bobbing of my head, I looked up at him.

“Uh-huh. I know what fags like you think about.”

No point in denying it.

I continued sucking him.

When I could take more of Rex’s dick in my mouth, he pulled out and stepped toward the kitchen island. “Get up here and dangle your head on the edge.”

Holding onto the fridge for leverage, I pulled myself up.

The tie on my robe loosened, exposing my tented boxer briefs for my driver to see.

I let it drop on the floor, climbed the island, and lay as instructed.

“Open wide.” Rex stood above my head with his hard cock jutting out of his full bush and thrust his hips.

The meat’s girth and length approaching my new position caught me off guard. But I adjusted my mouth to accommodate the straight driver.

“Let’s see if you can take my entire cock.”

Challenge accepted.

Slowly, he started fucking my face.

I produced more spit to make it slide in smoothly.

“Damn, your mouth feels so good. I shouldn’t have waited to use it. I should have made you suck me during the interview.”

If he did make me do it that day, I’m sure I would have done it, too. And now that this has happened, I’m not going to waste it. I will not stop until I have tasted his cum.

With each push, more of the monster buried in my mouth until the head hit the back of my throat.

I gagged.

“Easy.” Rex pulled away but not all the way out. “Breathe.”

Once I recovered, I pulled him back in and relaxed my throat.

The hulk above me resumed fucking my mouth until the head finally breached my throat. “For someone who says he’s not gay, you could definitely take cock better than any woman I’ve been with. I bet your previous driver has used this mouth, too.”

I haven’t done anything with an employee before. But even if I told him that, I’m sure he wouldn’t believe me.

Rex used my throat like I’m nothing but a sex toy. “Yeah, take my fucking cock, you slut. I love seeing your throat swell as it goes in and out. If only your wife could see you, she had no idea her husband can take a cock better than she does.”

A surge of pride filled me. I liked giving this straight man pleasure. And I wanted to please him with more than just my mouth.

I pushed him off. “Fuck me, Rex. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

“You beat me saying it first. That was always part of the plan.” He spun me around like a Lazy Susan and pulled my leg until my ass hung on the edge of the kitchen island. “I won’t let this night end without wrecking this fucking pussy.”

“Use that as lube.” I pointed to the olive oil on the counter while I removed my boxer briefs.

He took the dispenser bottle, poured some of it on my hole, and rubbed circles on the anal ring.

“Take it easy. It’s been a while since I got fucked.” I grabbed the back of my thighs, pulled it toward my chest, and prepared myself for the invasion.

“Oh, I’ll be gentle.” My straight driver poured some more on his middle finger before pushing it in. “At first.”

My sphincter tightened around the intruder.

Rex started moving the fat digit in and out. “Just relax. We have to loosen this pussy up for something much bigger later.”

I watched the bald hunk while he worked me.

“See? My finger is nothing to you. How about we add more?” A second one pushed in.

I closed my eyes as the finger-fucking got tighter.

Once it got easier, he pulled out, used more olive oil, and added a third. It went it smoothly, stretching my back door.

“Ugh.” I opened my ass cheeks wider.

The three fingers sawed in and out of me until there was not much resistance anymore. “ “Look at that. You’re taking it like a champ. This pussy loves to have big things in it. You want me to put something inside, huh, Mr. Brewer?”

“Oh, god, yes. Please put your cock inside.”

Rex smirked and pulled his fingers out. “What do you want me to do once it’s inside?”

“Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick.”

The straight man pushed his briefs down, poured more oil on his meat, and spread it all over. “Prepare to get wrecked, faggot,” he said, lining his fuck spear at my hole.

I tried to relax as the head breached through my loosened ring.

“This is so much tighter than a woman’s pussy.” He pushed the back of my thighs to lift my ass higher, easing more of his dick in.

“Wait. Stop.” I put my hands on his hips to slow him down and curled my toes. “Let me get used to it a bit.”

After a minute or two, Rex started slowly moving his hips. With each push, more of his cock went in. His speed kept increasing until any resistance no longer existed.

“Yes, Rex.” I whimpered. “Bury that monster inside me. Use my hole to get off.”

“If only I got to this pussy sooner, it would be used to take my cock by now. And I will be pounding you on this counter every night while your wife is sleeps in your bed.”

“The housekeeper would catch us.”

“It didn’t stop you from spying on us a week ago.”

Shit! He saw me.

“Did you enjoy the show? I bet you wanted to be the one getting fucked instead. Am I right?” Rex started pounding harder into me.

The sound of slapping flesh filled the moonlit kitchen.

“Oh, god, yes. I jerked off in the bathroom thinking about it when I returned.”

“You’re just like my previous employer. Already married but was a slut for a real man’s cock.” He pulled out.

“No, put it back.”

“Relax, fag. I want you to ride my cock.” He slapped my ass before helping me sit up.

I made some room for him.

He climbed on the island, lay on his back, and gripped the base of his erection. “Fuck yourself on this.”

After straddling Rex, I squatted down and reached under to aim the head at my hole.

My ass ring molded to the straight man’s girth, entering me more smoothly than earlier.

I slowly lowered and raised myself on his monster dick. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

Rex held me by the hips and guided my movement until he bottomed out. “Fuck, I wish I had my phone to take a video of this. I love seeing my dick disappearing into your faggot cunt.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Why not? We can upload it so people can see I have proof that my boss took my dick in his pussy. You’ll become a superstar, Mr. Brewer.”

“People can’t know about this.”

“Then, I’ll just show my buddies. Do you want that? Want me to show them how well you take a straight man’s cock? Will you let them fuck you, too?”

An image of a couple of guys that looked like Rex using me one by one or even at the same time flashed in my head. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

He put his hands behind his head and watched me impale myself on his dick. “I knew you would want that. You’re such a slut.”

I wrapped my hand around my dick and jacked off. “I’m so fucking close.”

Rex thrust his hips upward, meeting my ass with every fuck.

“Right there. Keep fucking me right there.”

My eyes rolled back.

“I’m going to shoot. Ah!”

The initial cum shot out with so much force it went over the straight man’s head.

“Watch it.” He kept fucking but blocked with his big paw to keep him from getting hit.

I stopped riding him and aimed my dick down while he kept going.

Shot after shot, white ropes of cum painted his beefy torso until I emptied every drop.

“I’m close, too.”

“Feed it to me. I want your cum in my mouth.” I lifted off him, climbed down, and stood on the floor, waiting.

Rex knelt on the island, jacking himself as my own sticky cum slid down his body. “If you want my cum, you better get that mouth ready.”

I leaned in closer with my mouth open while looking up at him.

He held my chin. “Here comes your late-night snack. Eat all of it, you cum-hungry faggot.”

His cock exploded.

The thick, white goo went in my eye, but I stayed in place.

Every time he grunted, more came out, and it went in my mouth.

Once his balls emptied every drop, I swallowed and savored the straight man’s potent cum.

While he caught his breath, he swiped the cum on my eye. “You missed a spot.”

I opened my mouth and let him feed me with his finger. “Mmm.”

“And don’t forget to clean up the mess you made.”

Leaning forward, I licked my cum off his midsection until there was no trace.

Rex got off the island, picked up his towel and briefs from the floor, and started walking away.

I stared at his perfectly round ass while wiping the rest of the cum on my face.

When he reached the doorway toward the staff quarters, he looked back. “Come back again tomorrow night. I’m going to fuck that pussy in my room.”

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“I’m not. The guys are coming over to watch the hockey game with me.”

“That’s it?” my mom asked with brows furrowed.

“There are six-packs chilling in the fridge.”

Her expression didn’t change.

“…and pizza.”

She glanced at my dad.

I sighed. “Look, mom. I only want a low-key celebration. I don’t want to throw a party and force myself to interact with people I barely know when I’d rather spend it with the people I care about. Since you two can’t make it this year, at least my best friends are here to spend it with me.”

“But—”

“Hun, leave our son alone,” my dad said off-camera. “It’s his birthday. He can celebrate however he wants.”

“Fine.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Anyway.” Her pout disappeared. “Are you still seeing—what’s that guy’s name?”

“Chris,” my father said.

“Yes, that one. Is he still your boyfriend?”

“Hell, no.” I waved my hands. “We just went out on a few dates. That’s it. He’s not my boyfriend.”

My mother lit up. “Good. Because Martha—you remember her?—our next door neighbor mentioned she has a gay nephew who lives in your city. We were hoping you two could meet up and see—”

“Jeez, mom.” I snickered. “I can’t believe you’re trying to set me up. I’m a grown man. I can find my own dates, thank you very much.”

“It’s your dad’s idea.” Mom pointed to the man driving beside her with a guilty look.

“No, it’s not. I told you he won’t be interested. But you didn’t want to listen.”

The two talked over each other in the car like I wasn’t on a video call with them.

I shook my head in amusement.

The doorbell rang.

“That’s them. I gotta go.”

Mom shifted so both she and dad were on screen. “Okay, sweetie. Enjoy your birthday.”

“We love you, son.”

“I love you guys, too. Drive safe, and talk to you again soon.” I shut off the video call.

Another doorbell sounded.

“Darren, what’s taking so long? Are you sucking some guy in there?” the voice I recognized as Allen said.

“We can come back later,” Marco said.

My straight best friends giggled outside like little girls.

“Shut up. I’m not sucking anyone.” I opened the door.

“Ey! There’s the fucking birth-gay boy.” A chubby guy with a full beard that made him look like a young Santa Claus trapped me in a bear hug and lifted me.

“Very funny.” I strained to say while hugging him back. “Did you think of that all by yourself, or did Marco?”

“Nope. That was all me.”

“He’s been excited to say it to you the entire way here,” Marco said. The gorgeous fitness model’s tight white t-shirt stretched over his torso, defining every curve of his solid muscles. “Happy birthday, homo.”

“Wow. Very creative, man,” I chuckled.

He took over Allen’s hug. “I know. Not my best.”

We’ve been best friends since high school. I only came out to them last year, on my birthday, as a gift for myself.

I was afraid the friendship would change after my revelation. At first, there was awkwardness as they processed it. But after a couple of months, things returned to normal like they always knew about my sexuality.

“Come in.” I left the door, went back inside, and turned the hockey game on. “Pizza and beer are right there.”

They let themselves in and pounced on the food.

“Where’s Craig? I thought you were all going together.” I joined them on the couch and emptied my beer from earlier.

Allen took a bite from a slice of pizza and answered with his mouth full. “The fucker texted me ten minutes ago. He’s on his way but will be stopping by somewhere first.”

The front door opened.

“Where’s our birthday boy?” Craig’s voice boomed. At 5’11”, he might be the shortest among us six-footers, but his presence was always the biggest and the loudest.

“Speak of the devil.” I got off the couch to welcome him.

“Happy birthday, bro.” The latecomer gave me a lingering hug.

I got a whiff of his masculine musk coming out of his pores.

“You’re officially a year older than us now.” The bulge in his sweatpants pressed into my thigh.

Blood rushed to my dick as my heart raced at the unexpected contact.

“You’re next, dumbass.” Pretending I didn’t feel anything, I escaped from his muscular arms before he noticed my growing erection. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry.” Craig lifted a box the size of a bulky blender as we went to the living room. “I still had to pick up our gift for you.”

My eyes lit up.

“It’s a miracle. You guys have never given me a gift before.”

“Hey!” Marco said after swallowing. “We’ve given you plenty of gifts.”

“For my birthday?” I sat between the other two while Craig sat on one of the armchairs.

“Fuck, yeah,” the chubby architect said.

“Like what?” I stared at him while waiting for his answer.

“The…uh…” Allen looked down as he tried to remember. “A-ha! The gift of friendship.”

I snorted. “You guys gave me squat.”

“Allen, shut up.” Marco threw a crumpled napkin at him.

“What’s this?” I reached for the lid to look inside.

“Nope.” He slapped my hands away and took the box. “You can’t look.”

“Why the hell not? It’s my gift.”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll find out later. We’ll just leave it here for a while so you won’t be tempted to look.” Craig placed it on the kitchen table.

Are you kidding me? That made me more curious.

The mechanic returned to his seat. “You’ll love it, we promise.” He gave a sadistic grin and winked.

“HE scores!” the commentator said.

“Yeah!” We jumped off the couch in unison, celebrating with fist pumps and chest bumps.

“Motherfucker!” Allen punched the couch’s arm.

Craig struck his groin with two hands and thrust his hips. “Suck it, you fat bastard.”

I sat back beside him and squeezed his shoulder. “It’s not too late to switch teams, man.”

He gasped. “Blasphemy!”

Marco and Craig laughed.

Empty beers littered the coffee table, and the second pizza was already half-eaten.

“Here. Maybe this will help make you feel better with your sucky team.” I reached for one of the beers and twisted the cap.

The bottle erupted, spraying my face and spilling some on the floor.

“Oh, crap!” I held it at arm’s length.

“Whoa!” my straight best friends on the couch next to me said, arms raised, ready to defend against the beer and foam shower.

“Sorry, my bad.” I placed the bottle on the coffee table and ran to the kitchen.

The box Craig brought caught my eye, piquing my curiosity again.

What could be inside that box? It doesn’t look special. Maybe it’s just a cake. But why wouldn’t they let me see it?

“Nice one, Darren.” Allen laughed. “You must be so fucking good at giving handjobs. The bottle came immediately.”

Marco and Craig joined in.

“What can I say? I’m talented.” I returned with a roll of paper towels, tore several pieces, and got on my knees.

Allen lifted his feet and opened his tree-trunk legs wider. A massive bulge showed on his basketball shorts.

He had the biggest dick among the four of us. I’ve seen it in the locker room many times while we changed.

The front of my boxer briefs tightened.

While the paper soaked up the beer, I kept my head bowed, but my eyes focused on my straight best friend’s crotch.

Since we became wrestling teammates in high school, we considered ourselves brothers, a family. But it didn’t mean I never checked them out. I even jacked off to the thought of them. One of my fantasies was getting gangbanged by them while degrading me and using both my holes to get off.

“The beer shot a lot,” Allen chuckled. “Just like me.”

My dick twitched at his comment.

It would be nice if I could see it for real. I bet it would taste delicious when I eat it.

“Especially when I fuck my fiancée in her ass.”

My hole winked.

Damn, I wish he would fuck me in the ass, too.

I finished cleaning up the spill and went straight for the kitchen before they noticed my hard-on.

Marco left the couch and walked toward me. “Darren, I need to pee.”

“The bathroom’s right over there.” I dumped the used paper towels in the trash bin. “What are you telling me for?”

“Can you hold my dick and aim it for me so I won’t spill? My arms are kinda tired. ”

My heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

I froze and stared at him, wide-eyed. “What?”

The fitness model burst out laughing. “I was just kidding. You should’ve seen your face.” He went inside and left the door open.

From my position in front of the sink, I could see into the bathroom.

Marco stood next to the toilet as he unfastened his shorts and pushed the waistband of his underwear, revealing a cut dick.

My erection raged inside its cloth prison.

I pressed it on the counter as I stared at the soft, fat meat while I washed the beer from my hands.

He leaned his head back and moaned as his bladder drained its contents. “Yeah, that feels so good.”

Does he know I can see and hear him? Is he doing it on purpose?

Crap!

To snap myself out, I bent over to wash my face.

When I stood back up and started drying my face with a dish towel, he wasn’t peeing anymore.

His hand slowly stroked his dick.

I wanted to go inside, drop to my knees, and wrap my lips around my straight best friend’s cock.

After a couple more strokes, Marco tucked his dick back inside his shorts and flushed.

In a panic, I started washing my hands again.

He came out of the bathroom. His bulge rubbed against my ass when he passed behind me to wash his hands.

My whole body tensed.

“Did you see?”

I snapped my head toward him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“The game.” He pointed toward the living room while drying his hands. “It’s back from commercials.”

“Uh…yeah. I’ll just finish up here, and I’ll join you guys.”

“Sure.” Marco flashed a toothpaste ad-worthy smile and winked.

“GUYS!” I shut the TV off. “The game’s finished. When do I get to see my first-ever birthday gift from you?”

They glanced at each other like they were having a silent conversation and smirked.

“How about we clear everything first.” Craig picked up some empty bottles on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen.

“Yeah. So we could have some room to give your…surprise.” Marco said

“O-kay.” I grabbed the pizza boxes and followed behind Allen, not fooled by their obvious delay tactic. After placing them on the kitchen table, I reached for the mysterious gift.

“Uh-uh.” Marco snatched the box off the table. “Patience, Darren.”

Craig led me into the living room by the shoulders and made me sit on the couch. “Bro, you’ll ruin the surprise.”

“I don’t know what’s with all the secrecy. I’m sure it’s just a cake.”

He pulled a long black fabric out of his sweatpants pocket and held it open toward my eyes.

“Seriously, man? Does your wife know about your kinky side?” “Darren,” he chuckled. “Shut up, and let us give you your gift.”

As he tied the blindfold behind my head, his dick brushed against my forehead.

That shut me up.

My penis got hard in an instant.

“Stay right there,” Marco said as he left the living room.

“Like I have somewhere else to go.” I wished he pressed his dick into me longer.

Cupboards banging and cutlery clinking mixed with their whispers as I waited.

A couple of minutes passed.

“You can take the fucking blindfold off,” Allen said.

I pulled the thing off my eyes.

“Surprise!” they said at the same time.

On the coffee table, a fat dick stood on top of a cylindrical cake. Thin strips of chocolate at the balls made it look like pubic hair. The icing at the tip looked like cum leaking out after orgasm. And two lit candles sat in front of it, number two and five.

My mouth dropped open.

Marco and Allen started singing the birthday song.

Craig held his phone, taking a video of the reveal. “How do you like your gift?”

“This is stupid.” I grinned like there was a hanger stuck in my mouth. “You guys are stupid. You know that?”

“I’m going to send this video to your parents later. Make a wish and blow out your candles.”

Closing my eyes, I wished to experience what it’s like to have sex with at least one of my best friends. Then, I blew the candles out.

They cheered and returned to their seats.

“Is the dick a cake, too?” I swiped the icing that’s supposed to look like cum with a finger and put it in my mouth.

“Yes, it is.”

“Nice.” I reached for the knife.

“Wait.” Craig aimed his phone at me. “Act like you’re going to put the dick in your mouth. I’m going to take a picture.”

“Are you crazy? Hell, no.”

“Don’t be a buzzkill, bro.”

“Come on. It’s just for fucking fun,” Allen said.

“Fine.” I leaned closer with my mouth open and looked at the camera.

A shutter sound came from the phone.

“Don’t you ever send that to my parents.”

“Now, lick the fake cum,” Marco held my nape before I could sit up.

I swiped some of the icing with my tongue.

“Shit, the phone took a video instead.”

“Nope. I’m not doing that again.”

Craig leaned back on the armchair. His hand went to his crotch to scratch.

I tore my gaze away before he noticed.

“So, what did you wish for?” Allen asked.

“Didn’t you know the rules on birthday wishes?” I started cutting the cake. “They don’t come true if you tell anyone. And I want it to come true.”

“Right,” he said.

“What did you think of the surprise?” Craig asked.

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful you gave me a gift.” I handed him a slice on a small plate. “Honestly, is that it? You built up the hype, and it got me excited. But it didn’t live up to it. I’m disappointed.”

“Remember, that’s just part one of your gift, a warm-up. The second part is still coming.” He glanced at the other two and smirked.

“There’s no time to give it to me like the present.” I forked some cake into my mouth. “Where is it?”

“But first, you have to guess what it is,” Marco said.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

I tried to think what my straight best friends thought would make a good gift for a gay guy like me would be. “Oh, god. It’s not a male stripper, is it?”

Marco chuckled. “No. That’s for Allen’s birthday.”

“Fuck you!” the other guy next to me flipped him off.

“Uhm…don’t I get a hint?” I ate another fork of cake.

Craig put my plate on the coffee table and stood in front of me, the bulge on his gray sweatpants inches from my face. “It’s something you really wanted for a long time.”

My heart thumped faster, making the blood rush to my dick.

Is part two of my birthday gift what I think it is?

“Have you guessed it?”

I gulped and looked up at the straight mechanic’s face.

“Is it a new phone?”

He locked his eyes on mine and whispered, “We all know it’s not a phone.”

The pounding in my chest was like jackhammers threatening to burst out.

“Is it?” I subtly cocked my head toward his crotch.

“Mm-hmm,” Craig nodded.

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I held the beer bottle on my crotch to hide my growing hard-on.

“Three!” They yelled as they got off the couch at the same time.

While I stayed seated, my straight best friends gave each other bro hugs. I would love my rugby player-sized body to be sandwiched between them with their dicks pressing into me.

My dick twitched at the thought.

Both turned to me and shook my shoulders. “We won!”

I gave them a forced smile and kept my erection hidden.

“Damn, that was a great shot,” Todd said as they sat back down.

The TV showed an instant replay of the game-winning shot, and the commentators talked.

He elbowed me and asked, “Everything okay, man?”

“I’m good. I think the beer is starting to get to me.”

“Bullshit. You only had three. The Gabe we know can drink so much more.” Richard sat on the edge of the couch and forked a chunk of the Ube Cheesecake into his mouth. “Mmm. This cheesecake is the bomb. Where did you get this?”

“Sally from next door made it. ”

“Bro, fuck her so we can have this all the time.”

“Eww, she’s sixty years old.”

“Well, if you’re into that sort of thing, why not?” Todd had a piece of the cheesecake, too.

“She’s been trying to get me to date her niece.”

Richard got a big piece and talked with his mouth full, “Fuck the niece then, so we can have this all the time.”

“Nuh-uh. I’ve seen the niece’s picture. Not my type.”

“That’s your problem, Gabe. Your standards are too high. Lower them a little, and I promise you’ll get laid a lot more.”

“Yeah,” Todd said.

“Bro, if I didn’t have a girlfriend and I had your bulk and looks, I would be banging bitches every night.”

“I get laid plenty, thank you very much,” I said. You just didn’t know I was the one getting banged.

“It’s been almost two years since you broke up with Tracy. You still hung up on her?” Todd asked.

“No, man. It’s not that.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?” He emptied the rest of his beer and took another from the cooler on his side of the couch. 

His phone on the coffee table lit up and played a famous rock tune as its ringtone.

My brown-haired best friend picked it up and went somewhere else quiet.

Whoever that was calling, thanks. 

I got off the couch and said to the blonde, “I have to pee. I’ll be right back.”

Chewing a mouthful of cheesecake, Richard nodded.

As I passed the hallway toward the bathroom, I nodded at Todd.

He returned the nod, busy talking with someone on the phone about their client’s upcoming commercial shoot.

Once inside the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

A pale guy with a blonde-dyed mohawk and black, full beard stared right back. My black wifebeater showed off my intricate tattoo of wolves. It started from the left side of my neck, connecting to my shoulder and covering my entire left arm.

“Should I tell them?” I asked as if my reflection would answer right back. 

The voices of sports talk show hosts, mixed with the chatter of my best friends, filtered through the bathroom door.

How long will I be pretending to date women just to keep them from learning my secret? I don’t think I can do it any longer. It’s exhausting. Hiding my lust for them is hard enough. At least if they know, that’s a weight off my shoulders.

What’s the worst that can happen? They beat the shit out of me and cut me out of their lives.

Nah. I shook my head. They’re not like that. At least, I hope not.

But, shit. I’m going to do it. I need to come out tonight, or who knows when I’ll have the guts to do it.

I stared at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. “Guys, I’m gay.”

“Gabe!” Todd yelled from the living room. “Stop jerking off and get back out here! I have good news.”

After flushing the toilet to make it believable, I returned to the living room. “I was peeing, you dumbasses.”

The fuckers giggled like teenagers.

“Wait.” I muted the TV and stood in front of it. “Before you tell the good news, I have something to tell you guys first.”

“Ooh, interesting.” Richard sat on the edge of the couch. “Damn it. I wish we had buttered popcorn.”

My heart pounded like a sledgehammer. I folded my arms in front of my chest to hide my vibrating hands.

They stared at me, waiting.

I took a deep breath. 

This is it. It’s now or never.

“You know, we’ve been best friends since high school. I hope you guys know I treat you like my brothers.”

“Yeah. And we do the same, right?” Todd glanced at Richard, who agreed. “So, what’s this about?”

“Wait. I’m getting there. Don’t rush me. It’s not an easy thing to say, you know?”

“What is?” Richard asked.

“That I’m…gay. There, I said it.”

Silence. 

My best friends exchanged intense glances like they were having a conversation in their minds.

“Did you guys hear what I said? I’m gay.”

Todd got off the couch and rushed at me. “Is this a joke? Because it’s not funny, Gabe.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I held my ground and readied to defend myself, just in case. 

Richard got in between us before Todd could do anything to me. “Bro, calm down. Get back on the couch.”

Todd turned around and went back to his seat.

“Are you really gay?” Richard asked.

“Yeah. I don’t like titties.”

At the same time, my best friends burst out laughing.

My brown-haired friend on the couch touched his flat stomach and dropped on the cushion. “I don’t like titties.”

Richard turned his back and piled on Todd while the two guffawed.

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What is going on?”

“We were just messing with you, bro.” Todd sat back up. “It’s cool that you’re gay. We suspected you were a long time ago.”

“You should have seen your face when Todd went straight for you.”

My entire body relaxed when I fully understood what was going on. 

“You fucking assholes. Both of you. I was scared shitless.” I grabbed handfuls of chips and chucked them at the sadistic fuckers.

“We agreed to do this once you tell us.” Richard turned to Todd. “You owe me a hundred bucks.”

“You have a bet on this?” I returned to my seat between them. “I repeat. Fucking assholes.”

“Hey, I was the one who bet you were straight.” Todd sipped his beer.

I turned to Richard.

“Why are you staring at me like that? I was right.”

They fucking knew all along.

“Can I tell you my good news now? I know it’s not ‘I’m gay’ level news, but I’m sure the two of you will suck my dick for it.”

“Ha! Maybe Gabe will. Me, not a chance.”

“Is that right? My client at the ad agency was the one who called earlier, and he gave me three courtside tickets for next month’s playoffs at The Arena.”

“Bro, take your dick out now,” Richard said.

The three of us burst out laughing.

“HEY, dumbass. You left your door unlocked.” I said as I let myself inside Richard’s condo.

“I’m in the shower, dumbass.” His voice broke through the sound of running water in the bathroom. “Or would you prefer waiting outside until I finished to let you in?”

“Good point.” I closed the door behind me.

The kitchen and the bathroom were the closest to the front door. Further in were the living room and bedroom areas separated by the low entertainment center with a large flat screen TV on top.

One would know a guy lived in the space because not a touch of feminine accents could be seen typical bachelor pad.

“There’s beer in the fridge, and do whatever you want. You know where everything is.”

“Okiedokie.” I helped myself to the beer, sat on the sofa bed in the living room, and switched the TV to a sports talk show. “Todd’s already left the agency. He’s on his way.”

“Got it.”

In the bedroom, the bed was unmade and on the corner were different electric musical instruments and music-producing equipment Richard used for work.

When a commercial came on, I picked up a framed picture of us three when our high school team won the basketball championship. We were drenched in sweat with huge grins. I stood between them with my arms over their shoulders while each had an arm over mine.

After putting the picture back, a movement made me glance toward the bathroom. The view from my seat made my heart race.

The door was slightly open, and the translucent shower glass blurred Richard’s naked body like a censored scene in a video clip. But his silhouette hinted at every curve of his ripped muscles and the swinging fat cock between his legs.

My straight best friend is so fucking hot.

Blood rushed to my dick, tightening the front of my jeans. The position of my dick inside my boxer briefs made it uncomfortable.

I shoved a hand inside and adjusted myself.

The water turned off, and the shower door opened, letting steam escape.

Knocking back my beer, I pretended to watch the hosts on TV while waiting for him to step out into my periphery.

But Richard disappeared behind the door, denying me a glimpse of his wet, naked body.

Damn it.

My hand went to my bulge and squeezed. I wanted to burst into the bathroom, kneel in front of my straight best friend, and suck one of the dicks I’ve wanted since high school.

The door opened, revealing him in nothing but a towel. Droplets of water clung to his pale skin. Some slid down his six-pack into the cotton fabric wrapped around his waist.

I bit my lip subtly.

Richard used his fingers to sweep his wet, medium-length blonde hair to the side, flexing his muscular arm as he exited the bathroom.

“Sup, man.” I cocked my head at him.

“Sup, bro.” He walked over and stopped a few steps away. His hands rested on his hips while watching the top ten plays shown on TV.

The shape of his fat dick head bulged on the thin white cotton towel.

I ignored the flashy dunks shown and instead focused on the front of his crotch.

When Richard shifted on one leg, his towel loosened and fell off his waist. But he caught it just in time, only revealing the top of his full pubic bush.

“Man, what the hell?” I extended my arms out as if to block my view. 

“Shit, I almost flashed you there, huh?” He chuckled.

I pretended to be disgusted. “Hey, I might be gay, but I don’t want to see that. It will be like seeing my brother’s dick.”

Richard fixed the towel around his waist again. “My girlfriend does, and she loves it.”

Fucking lucky girlfriend.

“Well, I don’t. So put that thing away and put on some clothes.”

“Alright. Alright. I’m going.” My best friend went into the bedroom.

My eyes zoned in on his ass. What a beautiful ass.

As he peeled off the towel, he went further in, and the TV blocked my view.

Damn it.

I tried to sit on another part of the sofa bed.

Still blocked.

Maybe the view will be open from the kitchen.

After downing the rest of my beer, I went to the fridge. “I’m having another beer, man.”

“Go ahead, bro. Mi beer es su beer. He laughed.

I leaned on the kitchen counter and drank while glancing into the bedroom.

Richard had his back to me and bent over, drying himself with the towel. The perfect pink hole peeked between his ass cheeks.

My still-hard dick twitched inside my jeans.

Fuck me. I want to eat out my straight best friend’s hole and make him experience how a man can make another man feel good.

Once he finished drying, he draped the towel over his shoulder. At the same time, he opened the closet door, blocking my view of his naked body.

Tsk. Not again.

I gave up. After a quick squeeze of my dick, I returned to my seat with my drink.

As I got into the rest of the sports talk show, Richard came into the living room in nothing but tighty-whities. The outline of his fat cock bulged in front of the pouch.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” I checked my watch. “We leave as soon as Todd gets here so we can find a decent place to park at The Arena.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It won’t take long.” Richard sat next to me on the sofa with one of his legs resting on the coffee table.

I got a whiff of deodorant and aftershave as his arm pressed into mine.

He took my beer, drank it, and handed it back to me. ‘Oh, god. I’ve been looking forward to watching this game with you guys all week. I haven’t had a day off for at least two weeks.”

“From work or your girlfriend?”

We laughed.

“Both.” Richard took another sip of my beer. Some dripped out of his mouth. He swiped the liquid from his pecs and wiped it on his white briefs.

I tried to look down at his bulge while pretending to have my eyes on the TV.

His hand went to his balls and scratched them.

If only I could do that for him, I could sleep tonight satisfied.

The door opened, and Todd entered in a tight light blue shirt with the top two buttons open and olive green chinos. His sleeves threatened to rip with the size of his arms.

“Bro, why aren’t you ready? We have to go.”

I nudged Richard with my elbow and snickered. “I told you.”

“Sheesh. I’m changing. I’m changing.” He gave me back the beer and hurried into the bedroom.

Todd joined me on the couch, took my beer, and drank the whole thing.

“Hey! Why do you guys keep stealing my beer?”

‘GET your pussy ready for this, bro.’ The message popped in Fckr, the gay hookup app I use, followed by a picture.

The front of my sweat shorts tented at the sight of my regular fuck buddy’s big black dick dangling over the waistband of his basketball shorts.

Fuck. I squeezed my hard-on.

‘Last time, I had to leave immediately because of my wife. But this time, I’m going to wreck that sweet jock pussy.’

‘Then, hurry the fuck up. I can’t wait to get that big black married dick inside me again.’

‘Oh, I’ll make sure to have it inside you all night long, baby.’

I got off my couch, took a quick shower, and changed into a classic white jockstrap to let my fuck buddy get easy access to my hole.

Out in the living room, my phone rang with an EDM tune.

What if that’s him calling to cancel because of his wife again? I hope not.

After putting my sweat shorts on, I hurried back without a shirt, exposing my tattoos.

“Don’t you fucking dare cancel on me. Ditch your wife and get here quickly. I need your dick inside me tonight.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gabe, what the fuck?!”

“Todd?” I peeked at the screen and saw my best friend’s name. “Shit, sorry! I thought you were someone else.”

“Clearly.” 

“Oh, god. This is embarrassing.” I rubbed my forehead and dropped to the couch.

“First of all, my wife’s back home. And second, I’m out of town. I can’t get there quick to put my dick inside you.” He gave out a loud belly laugh.

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that, man.

“It’s not funny.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Fuck you, dumbass.”

“No, you’re the one about to be fucked. Apparently, by a married man. What’s that about?”

“Long story.”

“And bro, I had no idea you’re a bottom. With your attitude and bulk, I figured you’d be top.”

“How the fuck do you know about tops and bottoms?”

“I work at an ad agency, Gabe. In our Art Department alone, we have five gay guys.”

“Ah. Any chance you would forget what I said?”

“None. I can’t wait—”

“Don’t you fucking dare tell Richard about this. I swear, I’ll kick your ass.”

Todd snickered.

“I’m serious, man. Promise me. Not a word.”

“Alright. I promise.”

“What’s up? Why did you call? Everything alright?”

“Yeah. I was just bored out of my mind in my hotel room. Good thing I called. At least you provided me with some entertainment.”

“I’m glad to be of service, dumbass.” I would be willing to serve you differently, though.

My doorbell chimed, followed by a couple of knocks on the door.

“He’s here. I gotta go.”

“Okay, bro. See yah when I get back.”

I hurried to welcome my hookup for tonight.

When I opened the door, a guy in a tight white t-shirt and gray sweat pants stood in front of me.

“R-Richard?”

“Hey, bro. I brought refreshments.” My blonde best friend lifted a six-pack beer.

“Come in.” I stepped aside to let him through. “Uhm…What are you doing here? I thought you were busy finishing the track you were producing.”

He went straight for the couch and changed the channel on the TV. “I decided to take a break and hang out with my best bud.”

I grabbed my phone and typed a message in Fckr to cancel the hookup.

“Heard anything from our ad man?” Richard opened one of the beers and handed it to me.

“Todd just called me earlier. And he’s bored out of his mind at his hotel room.” 

“Me, too, bro. I know how that feels.” Richard pulled his shirt off and leaned back on the couch.

I pretended to watch the show on TV while my eyes watched him through my periphery.

He brought the beer to his lips and took a sip. Condensation from the bottle dripped to his chest and slid down the ridge of his six-pack abs until it reached the waistband of his sweat pants. In his position, a large mound bulged on his crotch.

My heart rate sped up, and blood rushed to my dick. I yanked one of the throw pillows and placed it on my lap.

“Everything okay?” Richard turned his head toward me as he used his shirt to wipe his naked torso.

“Yeah, why?”

“You went quiet all of a sudden.”

“Nah. I was just thinking of something.”

Ding dong.

Shit. Is that my fuck buddy? But I told him that it was canceled.

“You expecting someone?”

“Not really.” I placed my beer on the coffee table and hurried while holding the throw pillow on my crotch.

When I opened the front door, a bald black man with the build of a linebacker smiled. 

“Didn’t you get my message?”

“What message?” He took a step closer.

I put my hand on his solid chest to stop him. “Something came up, and I can’t do it tonight.”

“Wait, why?” The guy, an inch taller than my six-foot, craned his neck to look inside the house. “Is there someone else inside?”

“My best friend suddenly showed up.” I reached for the door and closed it.

He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “But I’ve been looking forward to fucking your tight pussy.”

“Me, too. You have no idea.”

“Feel this.” He took my hand and pressed it to the bulge on his pants. “It’s been so hard the entire drive here.”

“I’m really sorry, man.”

“Your best friend’s hot. Why can’t he join us? We could fuck you together.”

An image of them spit-roasting me on the couch flashed in my head.

My dick twitched. That would be fucking hot. “He’s straight.”

“So what? I bet you’ve fantasized about him fucking that tight pussy of yours.”

Since high school. “We really can’t tonight.”

He gave up, returned to his car, and left.

I went back inside and sank on the couch, throw pillow still hiding my erection.

Richard—sitting with his legs open wide, butt on the edge of the cushion, and leaning back—turned his head to me. “Who was that?”

“It’s nothing. Just someone I know.”

“Oh, crap. Did I just cockblock you?”

“Uhm…kinda.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re getting lucky tonight?” He placed his beer on the coffee table and put on his shirt. “Call him back. I’ll leave you to it.”

I touched his shoulder when he only had his arms through the sleeves. “No. It’s okay, man. Stay. I prefer hanging out with my best friend.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind. It’s only eleven pm.”

“I’m sure.”

He removed his shirt, grabbed his half-empty beer, and brought the bottle closer to me. “Bros before…” 

I furrowed my eyebrow. “…man hoes?”

We laughed, clinked our beers together, and knocked them back.

“Sorry, I ruined your booty call. ”

“No, you didn’t. If I’m still horny later when you leave, I could just message someone on Fckr.”

“Bro, you gay guys are lucky. You have apps where you can find someone to have sex with whenever you want.”

I laughed. “Yeah. We don’t have to jump hoops just to get laid.”

“It sucks with us straight guys. We have to take the chicks out to dinner first and whatever. At least with gay guys, you skip through all that bullshit and just fuck. ‘Cause, that’s what men like to do. Gay. Straight. We fuck.”

“Amen to that.”

“For once, I want to have sex without jumping through hoops.”

My heart beat faster, pumping more blood into my dick. 

If only he knew I would gladly service him whenever he wanted. Of course, that will never happen. But a gay guy can dream, can’t I?

“Your girlfriend still on vacation with her parents out of town?”

“Uh-huh, she’s been there for more than two weeks.”

“Ouch. I feel for you, man.”

Richard shrugged and took a sip of his beer. “Guess I ought to settle with my right hand until she gets back.”

The living room went silent, except for the sounds from the TV.

After knocking back the rest of my beer in one big gulp, I put it on the coffee table. “I have to pee. I’ll be right back.”

He looked at me and nodded.

I made my way in front of the toilet and left the bathroom door open. Then, I hooked the waistband of my jock and shorts under my balls with a thumb.

My bladder started emptying into the bowl.

“Bro, I drank so much. I need to pee, too.” Richard entered, stopped on the side of the toilet, and brought his fat cock out.

I tore my gaze away and tried looking at the tiled wall in front of me.

His pee joined with mine. “Damn, that feels so good.” Richard leaned his head back with his eyes closed and moaned.

It was as if there was an invisible force pulling my head down. I bowed slightly to look at my straight best friend’s dick.

One hand held his shaft while the other kept the sweatpants under his balls.

As our pee slowed to a trickle, my dick chubbed up, jutting out in front of my crotch.

“Bro, you like what you’re seeing?” 

I looked at Richard’s grinning face.

After shaking the remaining piss off my dick, I shoved it back inside, tenting my jock and shorts. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to look.” I turned away to head out of the bathroom.

Richard tucked his inside and blocked my way. He stood as tall as me, but his muscles were much leaner than my bulk. “It’s cool. But I was just thinking. Maybe you could help me out.”

My erection jerked in front of my shorts. “Huh?”

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “Come on, bro. You already know what I need, don’t you?”

His breath on my neck sent shivers up my spine, giving me goosebumps. “Y-yes.”

“You gonna help me out?”

I nodded.

“What are you waiting for?”

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"Dinner is almost ready. Leave your stuff by the door and go straight to the dining room. Let's eat first."

"Okay!" She took some of the bags off me. "You heard him. Let's go."

We left everything by the foyer and went straight for the dining room. 

There was a long table set for three, and the aroma of cooked meat escaped from the kitchen.

"Mmm. Smells really good, daddy."

Cutlery clunked on the other side of the door. "Wait until you taste it," Emma’s father said.

I pulled a chair and waited for her to be seated before whispering, "Only us three? I thought your brother and sister were already here."

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you. My brother will be arriving tomorrow. My twin, her husband-to-be, and the rest of the wedding party will be here the day after."

"Oh, okay." I walked around the table and sat opposite her.

"Everything is going to be fine, baby," she whispered.

With a nod, I acknowledged her attempt at getting me to relax. Where's beer when you need one?

The door swung open. A built man of about six feet with salt and pepper hair and beard entered, carrying a big plate of pot roast. "I hope you brought your appetite, sweetheart."

Fuck! My fiance's dad is way hotter in person than I expected. Wait, what am I thinking? He's my future father-in-law.

"Daddy!" Emma shrieked as she stood up and went to her father.

I got up as well.

The man in his late forties placed dinner on the table next to the mashed potatoes, salad, and dinner rolls before opening his arms to his daughter. "Come here you."

She jumped into Mr. de Luca, and they spun around. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too, sweetheart." He kissed her nose and put her down."

Emma pulled him toward me. "Daddy, this is your future son-in-law, Benjamin. Baby, this is my father, Raoul."

Standing a couple of inches taller, I offered my hand as jackhammers continued inside my chest. "It's an honor to finally meet you, sir."

Without making eye contact, he gave me a quick shake and gestured to the chair. "Have a seat."

My fiance and I returned to our places.

Raoul and Emma talked about our drive as he stood slicing the pot roast with a carving knife.

I pretended to listen and gave a few grunts of agreement while discreetly scanning my handsome future father-in-law's body.

His tight navy blue shirt hugged the solid muscles of his torso, and the short sleeves threatened to rip from his bulging biceps at any moment.

Below the belt, a sizable bulge in the front of his khaki slacks hinted at a monster hidden underneath.

Damn, what would it look like without the pants?

Blood rushed to my dick at the fantasy of seeing my straight future father-in-law's dick.

"Right, baby?" Emma asked.

"I'm sorry, what?" I looked away from Raoul's crotch to the two staring at me.

"I said you'll love to cook dinner one of these days and show daddy how good you are at cooking, too."

"No, I'm sure it's not as good as your father's cooking."

Raoul sat down with a stoic expression.

I adjusted the tent in my sweatpants under the table without them noticing.

We started eating, and the two continued to chat.

Intimidated at talking to my fiance's hot father, all I could do was eat in silence and steal glances at him.

"Sweetheart, has your sister told you they have one less wedding usher? Tommy's friend got in an accident and broke his legs."

"No. Did they find a new one?"

"Not yet." Raoul stabbed a piece of meat with his fork and brought it to his mouth.

With eyes wide, Emma looked at me and subtly cocked her head toward her dad.

"I...I'll do it, sir."

Raoul didn't look up from his plate. "Nah, we'll look for someone else. Tommy's friend is a big guy. The suit won't fit you."

I looked at my fiance with a 'what now?' face.

"Daddy, I'm sure the tailor can alter the suit when you guys go for another fitting."

"The wedding is just a few days away. There might be no time to make major alterations."

Well, it's either that or no usher at all.

"Let me take care of it. I'll talk to Emilia." She mouthed at me, 'talk to him.'

"Uhm, sir. Emma mentioned that you're a former marine."

"Yes."

"What do you do now? What keeps you busy? If you don't mind me asking."

"I have a private security business. We employ former soldiers to protect high-profile clients."

"Like movie stars?"

"Politicians like heads of state." He stopped cutting the food and turned his head to me with a threatening look. "And we do extensive background checks on people who could, potentially, pose a threat to our clients and the people they care about. If you're hiding something, we'll find out about it."

I tore my gaze away and focused on my plate. Jeez, was Raoul talking about me?

"Daddy, you promised you'll go easy on him."

"What, sweetheart? I was just telling him what my company does."

"It's okay. I did ask him."

"So, Benjamin. My daughter told me you're a personal trainer."

"Yes, sir. I am. And I have a few celebrity clients."

"And he's a model, too. He did a campaign for an underwear brand a couple of months ago."

"Baby, that was just a freelance gig. One of my clients had a friend who happened to need an additional model for the brand."

"Not exactly a stable source of income." Raoul's delivery had a tone of condescension.

"It's not ideal at the moment, sir. But I have prospects which might get me to where I want to be soon."

"Any backup plans just in case things don't work out?"

"No, sir. But—"

"Personal training is not much of a lucrative source of income, Benjamin. How do you expect to make a living with freelance gigs and few celebrity clients?"

"Mr. de Luca, I—"

"I will not tolerate my daughter and future grandchildren not having the life they deserve."

My entire body vibrated. I gripped the knife and fork tight. "I may not make much money like you as a personal trainer. But I'm good, no, I'm great at it."

"Well, I think it's better—"

"With all due respect, sir. I don't give a fuck what you think. I'm hard-working, and I'll provide for your daughter and our future children the best way I know."

Emma bolted up, pushing the chair back. "Daddy! I can't believe you would do...ugh!" She stormed out.

"Sweetheart..."

"Excuse me, sir." I left my future father-in-law by himself and followed my upset fiance.

BOISTEROUS men from both the bride and groom's side took over the tailor's shop. Some sat on the couches, chatting away. Some stood in front of the mirror, attended to by the staff.

"Excuse me, sir." I walked up to one of the tailors standing in front of a rack of suits. "I'm the replacement for one of the ushers."

"Oh, yes. The groom said one of the suits had to be altered. You must be Mr. Fuller." The middle-aged man browsed through the rack behind him.

"Yes, I am. Do you really need to do alterations? Will it be major?"

"No, not really. You're almost the size as the other one. But I still need to check where to make the adjustments." 

"Okay. So, what now?"

He turned around and handed me a three-piece suit on a hanger covered in a clear garment bag. "Put this on, Mr. Fuller."

"Where's your fitting room?"

He pointed to a doorway with curtains at the back of the shop. "Through there, sir."

I thanked him, draped the suit over my forearm, and headed in that direction.

Through the curtain, there was a large walk-in closet-sized area with two doors on the wall.

I tried the knob of the one closest to me.

It was locked.

There was movement inside, followed by a muffled voice of my future brother-in-law, "I'm in here."

"Oops. Sorry, Marco." I went to the second door and turned the knob.

It was unlocked.

I opened the door to step inside but did a double-take instead.

Inside, my future father-in-law was bent over with his jeans down to his thighs. His tighty-whities-covered butt pointed at me.

"Oh, shit." I backed out quickly and shut the door. My heart raced inside my chest, and the front of my shorts started to tighten.

There was a shuffle of clothes inside the fitting room.

The door opened, and Raoul appeared with his jeans back up but with the fly open. The waistband and an imprint of a fat dick head showed at the front of the white briefs.

I tore my gaze away and looked at his handsome face. "I'm really sorry, sir. The door was not locked when I tried the knob. I thought there was no one inside."

"Don't worry about it, Benjamin." Raoul pointed behind him with a thumb. "We can share the room. I don't mind."

"No, it's okay. I'll stay out here and wait my turn."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're both men. There's no reason we can't change in front of each other. This is just like a locker room, only smaller."

"Can it even fit two big guys like us?" I craned my neck to see inside. 

Raoul's suit hung on a hook on one side of the wall. One wall had a full-body mirror. But the space inside looked big enough for four football players.

"Come on." He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me inside. "The sooner you get inside, the sooner we'll finish getting dressed."

I let myself be dragged inside. Fuck, my future father-in-law is going to strip down to his underwear in front of me.

He closed the door, locked it, and resumed taking his jeans off. Our combined body heat and manly musk filled the fitting room.

Everything was silent except for the sound of fabric rubbing fabric.

My heart thrashed in my chest like a jackhammer as I turned my back to him and placed my suit on an available hook.

When I turned to face him, he had his shirt removed and hung on another hook. Salt and pepper hair covered his defined chest.

Our gazes met.

I immediately looked away, grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, and pulled it off me.

Raoul pushed his jeans down to his ankles, stepped off, and put them on the hook where his shirt was. He stood in front of me in nothing else but white briefs.

My eyes lingered on the large mound of meat pointing upward inside the front pouch. Blood rushed to my dick at the sight of this straight daddy in front of me. 

Shit, not now. I turned away and opened the garment bag to hide the hard-on inside my shorts.

He did the same and went to his on the hook next to mine.

I put the white shirt on and tried to act like I had nothing to hide. Please, don't notice my boner.

"Uh, Benjamin." Raoul faced me. 

"Yes, sir?" I buttoned the shirt closed without looking at him. But from my peripheral, I could make out his brief-covered bulge.

"About what happened at dinner the other night."

"Sir." I turned my head to him. "I'm sorry for what I—"

"No, everything was my fault. I shouldn't have said what I've said to you."

As I let him speak, I forced my eyes to stay on his face and not wander anywhere else on his body, especially his crotch.

"So, I hope you forgive me because I spoke with Emma last night. She said she will not forgive me if you don't."

"Of course, I forgive you, sir. You're going to be my father-in-law soon."

"Yeah. Let's start over." He stretched his arm out. "Since you're going to be my son-in-law, just call me Raoul from now on."

I shook his hand. "Okay, Raoul."

"What the heck?" He pulled me to him and gave me a tight hug. "We're going to be family soon. Might as well get used to hugging it out."

"Ugh!"

My arm got sandwiched between us, and the tip of my fingers touched the waistband of his briefs. His meaty dick pressed onto my hip. But in turn, my hard dick inside my shorts pressed onto his.

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I’m definitely in an all-male university. How can a guy like me keep it together while surrounded by virile, horny college guys?

When I reached the dorm’s entrance, I looked up.

The modern building stood about ten floors high and occupied almost the entire block. Its double glass doors kept swinging open from the constant flow of students.

I went up the steps.

A beefy Latino with glasses stood at the entrance, adjusting the stack of boxes in his arms.

“Let me get that, man.” I pushed the doors and held them open for the guy to step through.

 The brown-haired guy stood at five-eleven and had a large frame, just like me. His muscles looked trained for sports. 

Mine, not so much. I have them only for aesthetic reasons.

“Thanks, man.” He flashed his white teeth before going on his way.

“You’re…welcome.” I stared at the young man’s round butt. Damn, look at that.

“Bro, you’re blocking the way,” a guy said.

I snapped out of it and made my way to the reception, weaving through the crowd of students hauling their stuff left and right.

Six people lined up at the check-in counter.   

A long banner hung above the reception. It reads, ‘Welcome to Worthington Hall, students!’ Below, ‘San Carlos Men’s University.’

I fell in line and waited for my turn.

When the student in front of me finished checking in, the guy behind the counter asked, “Could you excuse me for a sec? I’ll just call the other RA to check you in. I really need to pee.”

“Sure, no problem.”

The counter guy walked to the door in the back room and pushed it slightly open. “Hey, Bobby. Could you take over the counter? I’m about to burst.”

“Yeah, Dan. I’ll be right out,” a deep masculine voice said from inside.

“He’s on his way out.” The guy hurried out of the booth.

The wooden door creaked open. A large bear of a guy with buzz-cut red hair and stubble came out. He looked like one of those rugby players.

Fucking hell. This RA is so fucking hot.

“Hi, I’m Bobby. How can I help you?” His tight polo shirt hugged his massive chest and tree trunk arms. 

I wish I was his shirt.

“Excuse me?”

After picking my jaw from the floor, I said, “Sorry. My name is Michael Greco. I’m here to move into my dorm room.”

“Oh, you’re a student. Wait.” He picked up a clipboard and flipped through the pages.

My eyes kept staring at his big biceps.

He tapped the board with a pale finger. “Yeah, Greco. You’re that twenty-nine-year-old freshman.”

“Yep, that’s me.” I gave him an uncomfortable smile.

“No, man. Don’t take it the wrong way. It’s nice to have someone seven years older than me staying here. You’ll be like the big brother of everyone in the building.” Bobby handed over some forms.

“Oh, god, I hope not,” I said while signing the papers. “Having one handful little brother is already enough for me, thank you very much.”

The RA laughed as he collected the signed forms. “As a little brother myself, I know what you mean.”

You call yourself little? I snickered.

He gave me a key card. “You’re in room 502, right across from mine. You can come and hang out with me anytime.”



THREE weeks later…

“Hey, Bobby.” I knocked on room 501. “Why is your big-boobed girlfriend outside your room?”

Three of our neighbors opened their doors and poked their heads out. One guy whispered, “Where?”

I turned to them and chuckled. “It’s a joke, you horn dogs.”

Disappointed sighs filled the hallway as they went back inside their rooms.

The RA’s door opened. “Dumbass. My girlfriend’s not visiting until next week.”

Bobby stood in nothing but a white towel around his waist. A heavy mat of red hair covered his barrel chest while water droplets clung to his pale skin.

I tore my eyes away before my young friend noticed my eyes going to his bulge. Lifting the plastic bag of burritos, I said, “I’m paying up for last night’s bet.”

“Come on in.” He opened the door wider and let me through. 

I stepped inside and put the plastic bag on his kitchen table.

“That’s three in a row.” He went to open the fridge.

Light from the inside highlighted the front of his towel. It almost made the thin material see-through, showing a soft fat dick underneath it.

My shorts tightened from the sudden rush of blood to my dick. I sat on the chair facing away from him to keep the effect of his near-nakedness on me under control.

“Your wallet will thank you if you just admit I’m better at Overstrike than you.”

“Don’t get cocky, asshole. You just have a lucky streak. I’ll kick your ass in the rematch later.” I unwrapped a burrito and took a bite.

Bobby stood next to me and placed a couple of water bottles on the table. As he grabbed his food out of the plastic bag, his bulge hung inches away from reach.

I wanted to tear the towel off him and suck the dick I’ve always wanted since I became friends with the guy.

He took a big bite. “Is this the same as last time?”

“Yeah. But, man, put on some clothes. Can’t you see I’m eating here? I don’t want a side of dong with my meal.”

“Hey, it’s my room.” Mouth full, he set the burrito on the table and walked toward his closet. “I can walk around in whatever I want, even naked.”

I’ll never leave your room if you do.

The 6’1” Irish-American opened his closet before peeling the towel off, revealing a cut dick and bulbous balls covered in full red bush.

I swallowed in surprise and choked on a piece of burrito, making me cough.

He started to step toward me in complete nakedness. “You okay, man?”

But I put a hand up while drinking from the water bottle. “I’m good. I just didn’t chew the food properly before swallowing.”

Bobby retreated and resumed drying himself, bending over to reach his calves. His hairy pink hole winked in greeting.

Oh, please. Can I eat that, too?

Dick swinging between his legs, the resident assistant rummaged through his closet for boxer briefs and put them on. “If you want, I could ask my girlfriend to bring one of his friends next week.”

I shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

The giant bear strutted back to the table. “I’ll ask to bring a thicc one. I know you like those.”

“Can’t you at least put on a shirt? I’m starting to feel overdressed here.”

Bobby pulled one of the chairs next to me and sat. “Nope. I’m proud to show off my sexy body.” He winked and took another bite of his burrito.

I made him see my rolling eyes and took a big bite to keep from saying something I would regret.

Ugh! Why did this hot guy have to be straight? 

He leaned his elbows on the table and opened his legs wider. As he scrolled through his phone, his knees touched mine and stayed there.

The skin-to-skin connection sent jolts of electricity straight to my crotch. My underwear strained to contain my erection.

I bolted off my chair and went straight for the bathroom.

“Wait. Is it the burrito? Smells okay to me.”

Reaching inside my shorts, I adjusted myself and waited for the hard-on to go down.

“Hey, Michael. Stop jerking off. I’m going to kick your ass again at Overstrike.”

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Don't be a homophobe, Blake. It's just a dick. It doesn't mean anything.

After Sean put the box on my table, he headed back toward me.

"Wait, I'll get out of the way." I hurried to the end of the tunnel of boxes. His dick is not going anywhere near my butt again. "Is that the last box?"

Sean stopped in front of me. "Yes. Do you want me to do the cataloging later or—"

"I'll do it now. You go ahead and man the front. I'm not in the mood to deal with people today."

"Okay, Mr. Ashton." He turned around and left the backroom.

"I told you to...whatever," I went to my messy table and opened the box.

Inside, an ornate jewelry box sat on top of the box contents.

"Nice!" I took it out and went around the table to sit on my chair. "I can get good money with this."

There might be more good finds inside.

I opened the lid and checked. "Bingo!"

Of all the high-value items, a gold signet ring with a round bezel caught my eye.

"Hello, beautiful." I picked it up and examined the engraving, a unicursal hexagram.

A soft whisper cut through the silence. "Put it on."

My head snapped up. "Who said that?" I craned my neck over the towers of boxes to see if anyone was in the room.

Nothing.

I returned my attention to the ring in my hand. What would it look like on my finger?

"Put in on," the whisper said.

Ignoring it, I brought the golden band closer to my left ring finger.

It fit perfectly. Like it was custom-made. The precious metal warmed my skin as it hugged my finger.

Smiling, I stared at my hand in front of me and thumbed the engraving. This belongs to me.

"Yes," the voice whispered near my ear.

Wait. What am I doing? I don't like wearing jewelry. Never have and never will. I tried to take it off.

The ring remained on my finger.

"What the fuck? Why won't it come off?" I hooked a couple of fingers on the gold band and pulled hard.

It won't budge.

I checked for anything that was making it stay on.

But everything was clear.

"Let's try this again one more time." I got up from my chair for better leverage, gripped the ring tight, and pulled harder. My whole body strained at the effort.

And just like what happens when a rubber band snaps when it has reached its limit, my hand slipped and hit me on the mouth.

"Motherfucker!" I touched my bottom lip.

The ring was still on my finger.

"Fuck it. I'll deal with you later." I sat back on my chair and started going through the rest of the items inside the jewelry box. "If you want to stay on my finger, be my guest."

The pain on my lip lingered.

"WHAT the fuck? Even olive oil doesn't work?" I stood in front of my kitchen counter, pulling on the ring.

All my previous attempts have failed. I've been trying to get this thing off the whole day. 

I went to the sink and poured a generous amount of dish soap on the thing.

The thick and cold liquid coated my finger.

As I rubbed it into a lather, I made sure it entered the space between the gold band and my skin.

I gripped the antique jewelry tight and pulled with every ounce of strength.

My fingers slipped and hit the sink with a clang.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I bit my lip and panted while shaking my poor hand.

Once the pain subsided, I looked at my hand.

Bubbles covered the ring, but it hasn't moved, not even a smidge.

"What do you want from me?" I threw my hands up and chuckled. "Great, I'm talking to a stupid ring.

The two-tone doorbell echoed through the house.

"It's fucking midnight. Who could that be?" I washed my hands to get rid of the oil and soap.

Ding dong.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a sec!" I snatched the dish towel and dried my hands on the way.

Another doorbell.

I draped the dish towel over my shoulder and opened the front door. "What the fuck do—"

"Hey, bro." Davis, my brother-in-law, stood outside the door in a tight white t-shirt contrasting his brown skin and loose gray sweat pants.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Is everything okay? Come inside." I stepped aside and motioned him in.

He went straight to the living room and sat on the couch. His back leaned on the backrest with his legs open wide. An outline of a fat sausage was imprinted on the crotch.

Why am I looking at Davis's dick? I turned away and headed for the refrigerator. "Beer?"

"Yeah, make it two."

After grabbing three cans, I returned to the living room. "Heads up."

Davis sat up and caught the beers I tossed.

"What happened?" I pulled the tab on my beer and sipped.

"Mandy kicked me out." He opened his.

"Did she find out about—"

"Yep." He knocked back his beer and tried to drink the whole thing in one go.

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down." I hurried to get the beer away from his mouth. "I already told you a thousand times to stop fucking your secretary. But you wouldn't listen."

"I have no idea how she found out." 

Sitting on the couch next to him, I said, "You know how snoopy Mandy is when it comes to your cheating. She'll do anything to catch you."

Davis finished the rest of his beer and opened another one. "Can I crash on your couch?"

"Of course, you didn't have to ask. And lucky for you, Thomas is away in college. You can sleep in his room."

"Speaking of. How's my favorite nephew? He's a junior, right?"

"Yeah. He visited last weekend and will be back during the holiday break."

"Nice."

We talked and finished a couple more beers. Then, we decided to call it a night.

"This is his room." I opened the door and took Davis inside. "Sorry for the mess. I haven't cleaned up after he went back to the university. I'll go grab some new sheets for you."

"Cool. I'll just have a shower, then I'm going to bed."

"There are towels in the bathroom." I started collecting the dirty sheets and pillowcases.

His back to me, he pulled the tight t-shirt off his built upper body and tossed it on the desk chair. The top part of his massive back tapered into a tight midsection.

My heart thumped hard inside my chest, waiting for his next move.

He hooked his thumbs on the waistband of the sweat pants, pushed them down to his ankles, and stepped off.

I licked my lips and stared at his almost naked body in skimpy boxer shorts.

Davis looked back and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

As an excuse, I answered, "I was going to ask if you need anything else."

"Actually, there's something." He turned to face me, revealing the soft monster pushing the front of his underwear into a big mound.

Snapping myself out of it, I tore my gaze away from his crotch before he noticed. "What?"

"Can I borrow underwear? Mandy didn't give me a chance to get some of my clothes before kicking me out. And since we're kinda the same size, your stuff will fit me."

"Sure. I'll bring it over."

"Thanks, bro." He flashed me his pearly whites before going inside the bathroom.

What is wrong with me? Why do I keep checking out Davis's body? With dirty linens collected, I went out to get fresh ones.

A few minutes later, I returned.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar.

I started preparing the bed for him. As I changed the sheets, some of the steam escaped into the room and distracted me.

Through the gap in the door, the bathroom mirror showed Davis's naked silhouette on the translucent shower glass.

My shorts tightened at the front.

Blake, stop it. I walked around the bed to get the bathroom behind me and went back to finish the sheets.

When I got to change the pillowcases, the bathroom door opened. My brother-in-law came out in only a white towel wrapped around his waist. His solid chest displayed a light scattering of black hair.

"That shower felt so damn good. Just what I needed." He dried his afro buzz cut with another towel.

My eyes zeroed in on the swinging dick hidden underneath the cotton material.

Heat spread over my entire body, and my pits started to sweat. The front of my shorts got tighter.

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“Can’t we just celebrate in front of the couch, drinking beer while watching a game? Just the two of us.”

“No. I’m on a mission. I’m introducing you to the models I invited from the agency. So, shut up and don’t complain.”

My eyes rolled.

Vincent shifted and half-crawled on the bed to reach the paper bag on my nightstand. 

“Bro, your messing up the bed cover.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said in a sarcastic tone and handed the paper bag.

I flipped him off before accepting. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s your Freedom gift.” 

“This is another one of your gifts, isn’t it?”

Vincent tried to keep himself from laughing.

“Look at your face. You’re going to hurt yourself.” I peeked inside.

A fleshlight and a bottle of lube.

“I knew it. Couldn’t you just give me one of those Ube Cheesecakes your girlfriend makes?” 

Or I would have appreciated it more if it was a dildo modeled on your fat dick. 

Fuck. I want cock so bad. I haven’t had sex with a guy for almost a month. And my next out-of-town work trip is not for another couple of weeks.

Vincent chuckled. “I wanted to put it in a glass case with a ‘Break in case of emergency’ on it, but it wouldn’t get delivered on time.”

“Uhm. Thanks, I guess.” I placed the paper bag back on the nightstand before pulling him off the bed and fixing the messy bed cover.

My Irish-American best friend draped his massive arm over my shoulders. “Luke, I promise you.”

I got a whiff of the alcohol in his breath and strong masculine musk from his armpit.

“Before this night ends, you will get laid on that bed. And you will thank me in the morning for it.”

“Is that so?”

He flashed a huge grin. “You bet your ass it is so.”

“But before any laying happens, I’m going to need alcohol. Lots of it.”

Vincent pushed me toward the door and smacked my ass. “Bro, there’s a bottle of vodka with your name on it downstairs. And you will need to catch up. I’m already way ahead of you.”

“BRO, when did you get a spinning hallway?” Vincent’s words were slurred. The loud music downstairs almost drowned his voice. He was leaning on the wall next to the bedroom door.

I turned the knob and pushed it open.

The smell of alcohol mixed with a man’s sweat seeped through the pores of his shirtless torso.

“Come on, baldy. Let’s get you to the bed so you can sleep the alcohol off.” I grabbed his arm to put it over my shoulders.

He snatched it away and staggered in. “Bro, I can walk by myself. I’m not drunk.”

“Uh-huh.” Lingering behind him, I put a hand on his big trap muscle to correct his swaying. I couldn’t help but squeeze the solid flesh in my palm.

Vincent’s foot caught on his other foot, making him drop to his hands and knees on the floor with a loud thud. His big round ass in the tight jeans stuck up in the air.

Shit. I bent down to help my best friend up. “Are you okay?”

“Why is there a big rock in your bedroom? That almost killed me.” 

I snorted and shook my head while holding him up. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get rid of it for you. Just come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Right over there.” I steered him toward the bed.

When we passed the closet, he reached for the doors and opened them.

“What are you doing? The bed is the other way.”

“I’m going to the bathroom. I need to pee.”

“Bro, that’s not it.” I turned us around and brought him to the bathroom.

With one hand leaning on the tiled wall, Vincent stood in front of the toilet. His other hand fumbled with the button of his jeans.

I stood a foot away and turned to the side, pretending not to watch him. My dick grew inside my shorts.

He looked at me. “Luke, a little help over here, please.”

My heart beat faster, pumping blood and heat throughout my body. I stood behind Vincent and wrapped my arms around his beefy torso to reach the button.

What would Vincent’s girlfriend say if she walked in on us? Two big dudes, standing like this. 

“Bro, you’re cute. But sorry, I don’t take it up the ass.” He laughed.

I do. Want to switch? 

“Haha. Funny. You want to pee in the toilet or in your jeans?” I asked.

“Shutting up.”

I released the button and backed away.

He looked over his shoulder. “Since you’re already there. Could you pull my jeans down, too?”

Pretending to be upset, I groaned. But my dick was at full mast. I squatted down behind him and pulled the tight jeans down to his thighs.

His tighty-whities hugged his big muscled ass.

I bit my bottom lip and suppressed a moan. It took some willpower to resist the urge to pull the briefs down and shove my tongue inside that straight hole.

The strong sound of trickling water hitting the toilet started. “Thanks, bro.”

I returned to my original position and watched him in my peripheral vision. The sight of his dick peeing made my dick twitch inside my boxer briefs.

When he finished unloading his bladder, he tucked his cock back inside and tried to pull the jeans back up without success. 

“Tsk. Hold on. Let me do it.” I flushed the toilet first before pulling his jeans up. But I was not able to pull it all the way up because he started to leave. 

Half of his underwear was still showing. His dick bulged in front.

I went to his side and draped his arm over my shoulders.

Vincent leaned his whole weight on me.

Crap, he is fucking heavy.

“Bro, let’s get back to the party. Have I introduced you to the models?”

“You already did. But before we go back, maybe you should take a quick nap first.” I dragged him toward the bed.

“Yeah, maybe a quick one. I’m kinda sleepy.” 

When we reached the bed, I peeled the cover off.

He flopped on the mattress, making the whole thing bounce.

I lifted his legs up and helped him position them. 

His hands started pushing the jeans down.

“I’ll tell your girlfriend you’re up here so she won’t worry.”

“Thanks, bro.” He closed his eyes. “You’re a—”

I sighed. “Dumbass. You can’t even take your jeans off all the way before passing out.” 

He laid on the bed, hands near his hips and jeans down to his knees. Big bulge in full display in front of his tighty-whities.

My heart raced, and blood rushed to my dick, making it hard again. The way it was positioned inside my underwear made it uncomfortable.

I turned away from the bed and looked down.

The big bulge stuck out in front of my shorts.

After pushing the waistband away with a thumb, I shoved my other hand inside and adjusted my dick to the right.

The tightness was gone, and the bulge was not as tented.

Exhaling with relief, I turned to face the bed again.

Vincent remained the same.

I leaned on the bed and used a hand to support my weight near his head. “Bro?”

No response.

With my free hand, I lightly slapped his cheek. “Vincent.”

Silence.

I put a hand on his solid chest and jiggled him. “Hey. You look ridiculous with your pants like that.”

A light snore started.

“Dumbass,” I whispered. My gaze lingered on the face.

His bushy eyebrows, and untrimmed goatee, made his appearance rugged and masculine.

Then, I scanned down his thick neck and hefty torso.

Consistent gym workouts resulted in shoulders as wide as a double-door refrigerator, monster pecs, hard abs, and massive arms that could flip heavy truck tires.

I licked my lips and gave a soft moan.

Further down, Vincent’s exposed thighs were as thick as tree trunks. And in between, the tighty-whities cuddled big balls and outlined a fat shaft and bulbous dick head.

My hand went to the bulge in the front of my shorts and squeezed. Shit. I want to reach out and grab that cock so bad. Use my hand to make it hard.

With him passed out like this was an opportunity. Should I take advantage? I can finally fulfill one of the fantasies I have had with him since high school.

If I go through with it, Vincent might wake up and catch me. My secret desire could ruin a friendship of more than two decades.

But if I leave my best friend alone, will I be satisfied with just fantasizing? Can I keep everything the same as before?

Vincent’s arm moved.

I lifted my hand off the mattress and pulled away.

He shoved a hand inside his briefs and scratched his crotch. Red pubes and the base of his dick peeked from the stretched waistband.

I know I shouldn’t do this. But I’m so fucking horny. There’s not enough blood in my brain to think straight. 

At the moment, my dick is doing all the thinking. And it wants my best friend’s cock.

To hell with it. I’m doing this.

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"That tree is creepy, man. With those hair-like things dangling from it," Gil shivered.

"They say it's more than a hundred years old," Oscar said.

"I passed it on the way here. Why?"

"There's a kapre living in that tree," Oscar revealed.

"Are you fuckin' serious?" Gil asked.

"I am."

"Look at you two, believing in things that don't exist," I chuckled.

"I'm not kidding, man." Oscar looked at me.

"Kapres are not real."

"Oh yes, they are," Gil countered.

"Aren't we too old to believe in mythical creatures?"

"Julian, they're real. I was pranked by one the other night on my way home." Oscar looked serious.

"Oh really now?"

"Ignore him. What did it do?" Gil asked.

"What makes you think it was a kapre? Did it come out of the tree with a name tag that says 'Hello! I'm a kapre.' on its chest?" I grinned.

"Very funny," Oscar said sarcastically. "I was on my way home the other night. Then, I realized I kept returning to the same balete tree."

"Like you were going around in circles?" Gil asked.

"Uh-huh. That's what people say a kapre does when it pranks you," Oscar answered.

"You're almost 50 years old, for God's sake. You still believe in that shit, man?" 

"How can you explain my returning to the tree over and over?"

"Maybe you were too drunk and lost your way."

"I was not drunk," Oscar explained. "I came from that carpentry job your cousin got for me, remember?"

"Oh yeah. You already started?"

"That day," Oscar said.

"Maybe you just took a wrong turn somewhere. It's not like there are street signs. It's easy to get lost, especially at night."

"Why would I repeatedly make the wrong turn on the same path I have been taking for years? I'm not that stupid," Oscar argued.

"Gil would," I laughed.

Gil laughed and lightly punched my shoulder. "Fuck you, man!"

"But did you see the kapre? An actual giant creature you said that lives in that tree."

"Did you?" Gil asked.

"Because I need actual proof before you get me to believe it exists."

"I didn't see an actual kapre. But I did smell cigar smoke," Oscar said.

"People say kapres loved smoking cigars, Julian," Gil shared.

"I also heard a deep chuckle coming from the tree. Like it was amused seeing me keep returning to the tree."

"Smoke and chuckles don't prove anything. There can be other explanations for both."

"What could it be then?" Gil asked.

"With the smoke, maybe someone near the area was burning some dried leaves." I looked at him. "With the chuckle, maybe it came from someone with a microphone having a party. You know us Filipinos and karaoke. We don't care if the neighbors hear. We sing our lungs out, even if it's the middle of the night. "

"Alright, alright. I get it. You don't believe me," Oscar surrendered.

"I don't."

"But still, be careful when you pass that balete tree on your walk home."

"Yes, mom," I joked and took another gulp of my beer.

"How were you able to get home?" Gil asked.

"I followed what people said you should do when a kapre pranks you."

"You wore your shirt inside-out?"

"I did! I was surprised it worked."

"See, that there makes it ridiculous," I interrupted. "If a kapre uses its magic, powers, or whatever it's called, on you, how can simply turning your shirt inside-out break that magic? It's bullshit. That's what it is."

"How would I know? I didn't make the rules," Oscar shrugged. "The important thing is it worked, and I got home."

I finished my beer. "Whatever. Anyway, I got to go." I stood up and gave them bro hugs.

"Whether you believe me or not, it wouldn't hurt to be careful," Oscar reminded.

I HAVE been walking for a few minutes and am already a good distance away from Oscar's house. There were no other houses around but trees. Living in the mountains of the Philippines, usually the nearest neighbor is more than a few minutes away.

My phone beeped in my hand. I checked it and saw Gil's text.

"Keep an eye out, man," it read.

"Those two are nuts, thinking kapres are real," I laughed to myself. 

After walking a few more meters, I reached the balete tree Oscar was talking about earlier. 

The tree was massive like a small building. The hanging things on its branches were so long it almost reached the ground. It looked like the hair of the ghost girl in the movie, 'The Ring', which added to the chilling feeling.

I may not believe in supernatural things, but the tree still gave me the creeps. So, I moved past it and kept walking.

A branch breaking nearby caught my attention. I was busy looking in the direction the noise came from and didn't see the ground was uneven. 

I lost my balance and fell on my hands and knees. "Fuck!"

I picked myself up, brushed off the dirt on my knees, and clapped away the ones on my palms. "Nice going, Julian. Why don't you drink some more?" I said to myself.

As I resumed my walk home, I noticed up ahead was the same balete tree I walked past a while ago. "What the hell? 

Did I make a wrong turn somewhere? As far as I knew, I took the same path I always take coming from Oscar's. 

I wanted to ask Oscar if there was another path I didn't know about. Maybe I accidentally stumbled upon it.

I stopped walking and brought out my phone from the pocket of my shorts to call him.

The call didn't connect. 

I tried again. Still the same. 

I checked the screen. There were no bars on the signal icon. I grunted in frustration.

I didn't want to believe something 'supernatural' is happening. "Come on, Julian. This is not happening because of a kapre or some other being. There's a perfectly good explanation for why I circled back. I just don't know what it is."

I decided to take a long way around the tree. It could be the best route to get me home or it could be the dumbest thing that will get me lost.

After walking a few meters past some trees, I was happy I made the right decision. Then, I ended up on a dirt path. 

It felt familiar so I followed it. But I soon realized the path is the same one leading to the balete tree. "Is this really fucking happening?"

I'm already tired of this. I went straight for the tree.

When I reached it, the smell of cigar smoke invaded my nose. That's when I began to accept the possibility of what Oscar told about the kapre was true. 

Maybe I should talk to it. Ask it nicely to stop playing tricks on me.

I tried to look into the branches but can't see anything. So, I just talked, "Please, let me go home. I'm tired from the walking and my feet already hurt."

I listened for a response. Nothing. I waited longer and still got nothing.

I whispered, "Are you crazy, Julian? Talking to things that don't exist." I decided to move on. But the same thing, I'm back to the tree again. 

"Fuck!" I yelled. "Fuck this! Fuck you tree! And fuck you, whatever you are doing this to me!"

Right then, there was a deep chuckle somewhere in the tree.

"You think this is funny?!" Now, I'm not just irritated. I'm furious. "You getting your kicks out of playing tricks? Show yourself asshole! I'll kick your ass."

In all my 40 years, this was the first time I challenged a being with the power to make me go around in circles. It's a stupid move. But I already said it. No taking it back now.

I felt relieved when nothing showed up.

Then, I remembered what Oscar said about wearing your shirt inside-out can break the loop. I still think it's incredibly stupid, but I am desperate to get home.

I grabbed my t-shirt at the bottom and pulled it up. I shivered as the cold night air touched my muscular chest and abs.

I wanted to wear the inside-out shirt as quickly as possible. But I was not able to. Because right next to the tree, was a dark-skinned gigantic figure. Standing, facing me.

"Fuck me. That's a huge kapre." I started to back away but can't take my eyes off of it.

I strained my neck looking up at the 8-foot hairy creature, wearing only a loincloth barely covering its huge bulge. Long, thick black hair draped over its hulking chest. Every muscle swelled and was covered by hair.

Tripping on a rock I fell butt-first on the ground. I put my hand out, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. Please don't hurt me."

It didn't say anything. Maybe it didn't understand me, but it just stood looking at me. The only movement I can see was its chest as it breathed.

Carefully, I got up without taking my eyes off the kapre. "Please, I just want to go home. I promise not to tell anyone about seeing you. But, please let me go home."

Still no answer. But it slowly walked towards me. Its heavy feet sank into the earth it stepped on.

When it stopped in front of me, I was frozen in place. I hunched and closed my eyes. "Please don't hurt me."

With the kapre standing so close, I caught a whiff of the scent it gave off. It's not something I smelled before. Not good, but not bad either.

I suddenly began to feel hunger I can't explain. Not for food, but for something else. I ignored it.

If it wanted to hurt me, it would have done it already. I looked up at the kapre. "What do you want from me?"

For the first time, it grunted.

I got another whiff of its scent. This time stronger.

The kapre made no other sound but its large hand reached out and lightly grazed my nipple.

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