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“The couple over at table 5 invite you to join them”, said the bartender as he sat down my third whiskey sour in front of me. I turned in the direction he had nodded and saw a couple in their fifties raising their glasses towards me. This was weird, unexpected, and not really what I was after. It’s just my third day as single again, and my plan for the evening was really just to get drunk on whiskey sour. Not having to talk to anyone I knew about how everything would be just right, how I really was the lucky one, and how I deserved better. Not having to talk to strangers was kind of also in the plan. I wasn’t looking for a date for sure. I knew better than doing that inside of a month, perhaps a quarter of quarantine. Not looking for a fuck either, certainly not in this place. This was a place for business cocktails and middle class date nights.

I raised my sour in response and started to walk towards the couple. They looked very business like. She in an impractical business smart dress, and he wearing black suit, white shirt and a crimson tie. He was in good shape, clean shaven and his salt and pepper in a short, upper management hair style. She looked a bit softer at a first glance, with shoulder length brown hair and subtle makeup, but there was something about her look that made me feel she just pretended to be unimportant. They could just as easily be working together as being married. Or this was an office affair, though why would they want more witnesses? Why would they want to talk to me at all was really the question, and the reason why I was heading their way at all.

“Good evening” I attempted before reaching the table. “Good evening! I’m Rick, this is Julia.” he says, offering up his hand, as does she. “Hi, I’m Marc”, trying to not wince at his overly firm handshake. Hers is fine. “Hi Marc. We thought you looked a bit lonely and down at the bar. We figured, it’s been an hour and a half, so if you waited for someone you’d been stood up.” “No, I’m here solo, in all meanings of the word.”

It’s not like me to start blurting out personal information to strangers, but I figured they brought it onto themselves. It kind of felt good to give a summary to someone completely unrelated and unbiased. They were great listeners too, following up with questions, reflections or encouraging words of support. There weren’t quite my parents age, but them being so much older put me in a talking-to-your-elders mode. I really enjoyed it, and time flew past.

My first thought was that I was swallowing my tongue, or that it was somehow damaged. It was hot, I was thirsty, and I had no idea where I was or what was going on. It felt like it took way too long to click that I was wearing football gear, and that it wasn’t my tongue but the mouth guard I was feeling in my mouth. I spat it out and could feel it bounce back against my chin, attached as it was to the face mask front rail. My heart was racing and my disoriented head was full of questions.

I appeared to be in a small motel room, laying on top of the bed. Morning light flooded the room from the window where no curtains had been drawn. Nothing hurt or felt way off, except for me being hot and parched. I tried recall my last memory. I had followed them to their car for some reason. What did we do after I followed them to the car? Did I agree to this? I sat up in the bed and felt something weird shifting and applying pressure in my ass. I looked over myself. I was wearing generic football gear with no specific team affiliation. Cleats, socks, pants, pads, jersey, gloves, helmet, everything. I was fully covered. I couldn’t remember the last time I had stuff like this on. Must have been before graduation. I never liked team sports.

I took off my gloves and threw them on the bed, and proceeded to take off my helmet. It wasn’t going gracefully. The air-conditioned motel room air was a blessing on my steamed head. I stood up, again feeling some weird tugs both in my ass and my dick, and carefully walked to the bathroom, afraid to damage the hotel interior with my bulky, padded frame. Not that anything looked expensive.

Besides the sports outfit, I looked the same as always. No shaved head or freaky piercings in the face at least. Greedily I began to drink from the tap, but it was difficult wearing all the shit. I clumsily removed the jersey and the shoulder pads, wearing nothing but a long sleeve under armour top on my upper body, and again attacked the tap. Man, was I thirsty. I must have drunk half a gallon. Feeling a bit better I followed that by removing the cleats, the socks and the padded pants, leaving only the under armour pants. There was a massive bulge as if I had a raging hard on, more impressive than what I could actually produce. Weirder still, I didn’t feel any hard on. Touching it I couldn’t feel my dick.

I lowered the tights and a large, semi-erect black rubber cock fell out. What’s more, it looked like the rest of the body that showed was also black rubber. What the fuck? I quickly lowered the leggings all the way and stepped out of them. My feet were bare, but the rest of my lower body was shining, black rubber. I quickly yanked off the under armour top as well, and found more of the same. My hands were bare, as were my head, but the rest of me was shiny black. I tried to stick my finger in between the skin and the rubber sleeve where my hand came out, but it was like it was glued on. I couldn’t see or feel any zippers anywhere either. There were a few lines that showed different pieces coming together, as if it had been built in place, but they were almost completely smooth to the touch.

Again, and I can’t stress this enough, what the fuck? My mind was racing with questions. Was this dangerous? I wouldn’t be able to control my body temperature that well, since I can’t sweat, so I should stay as cool as possible. Or perhaps sweat would loosen the glue, and I should try to sweat as much as possible. If it was glued in place, how long until the shedding of skin would make it loose? What else can’t I do while in this thing?

My gaze shifted back down to the protruding dick. How well set up was I for number one and number two? That would be the first immediate problem if I couldn’t get this off. Hesitantly I felt my ass with my hand. Instead of an asshole I found a small, protruding nub. Just touching it I could feel the vibrations going up my ass, hitting my prostate. So that’s what that was. Some fucking prostate massaging butt plug. I gave it a tug. Nothing. I grabbed it between my fingers and began twisting, and without much resistance it started turning. With increased confidence I started to unscrew the plug, which was probably 10-15 twists until it came loose, and spilled out warm liquid on my fingers. Two seconds later I was hit by the smell and really regretted not standing in the shower. It was rank. Far worse than any normal dump. No floor mat, thank God, but I realized that I was leaking more ass fluid than I first thought. It was running down my legs, which I couldn’t feel for the rubber.

I quickly stepped into the shower and turned it on. It sounded like when you started to fill up a blow up kiddy pool, as the water from the garden hose hits the plastic sitting on the grass. But now it was rubber on top of me instead of on a grassy back yard. I looked at the plug in my hand. It was quite narrow, but it was longer than I would have liked. Though it came straight out of me, so it wasn’t like I didn’t know what it felt like. With my other hand I started to feel my ass. There was a pretty rigid tapped hole where my asshole should be, and I could feel nothing but threads with my finger. Whatever had been done went up deep. If I didn’t want to cosplay as a leaking septic tank I would have to keep the plug in for now. Perhaps I could shorten the length of the plug, but I also didn’t want any sharp edges inserted into my colon, and I didn’t want to damage the plug beyond use.

While in the shower I slowly reinserted and felt a shiver of pleasure as I pressed the plug in place. It was even worse once I began to screw it back in. I didn’t want it to feel as good as it did, and the rubber slowly rotating further and further in made me even hornier. Not that it would show, as the over sized rubber dick protruding from my front was in a constant erect state. With my leaky bottom fully plugged I decided to give the dick a try as well, and relieved my bladder. Holding it gave me almost no sensory feedback. I could feel a tug at the base of my dick if I really moved it around, but otherwise nothing. Slowly a trickle of piss dribbled out of a small opening at the end of my cojoined dildo. What would normally have been a 10 second affair took minutes, but at least it worked.

I used the shower head to hose the disgusting fluids off the floor and down the floor drain. My reflex stepping out of the shower was to grab the hotel towel off the rack, but immediately realized that I was more or less dry already. The head was wet of course, but nothing much stuck to the slick surface of my rubber body. One positive at least.

I looked at all the athletic gear again. I have no idea where this hotel room is, but no matter where I can’t go out without putting something back on. I need shoes, so cleats are in, as are the socks. I need to hide the dick somehow, so the padded pants are in. It would be enough to just have the under armour top, leaving the helmet, shoulder pads and jersey. That would look weird as hell though.

I waked to the desk and opened the room folder. This was the Marriott Courtyard near the south highway off ramp. It would be at least a 30 minute walk from here back home. There was so much I didn’t know. What happened to me? Where are my other clothes, phone, keys and wallet? Is this room under my name? Did I check in myself? Suddenly I felt overwhelmed and sat down on the desk chair, only to have the but plug press in ever so slightly more, causing me to let out an “Ah” in surprise. A small drop of shining precum squeezed out of the opening of the rubber dick, that now protruded at an obscene and aggressive angle.

Fuck all this. I need to act. Check out, walk home, and get as much shit off of me as possible. I did a quick search of the room, but didn’t find anything of mine, or anyone else. I could always ditch anything later, I reasoned, and began to put everything back on again. If taking off was clumsy, putting it back on was even more time consuming. More than I expected. As I was about to pull the room key card out of the holder I saw my keys resting on top of the holder. At least I would be able to open my home door.

I carried the helmet in one hand and held the keys and key card in the other, as I walked the corridor to the elevator and took it down into the lobby. It was still early morning, but a few people were n the lobby as I exited, looking my way. I guess full football gear early on a Saturday morning wasn’t that strange. Less than a rubber man with massive rubber cock if nothing else.

Checkout was fast. The room was already pre-paid. When she asked if I wanted a taxi I said no without thinking about it, but as I walked out the front door I was wondering if that wouldn’t have been best. I could feel the small butt plug shifting with every step. I don’t know where my wallet is though, so I didn’t dare change my mind. After what possibly had been 10 minutes, but felt much longer, I was pretty sure I had made the wrong decision. I was fucking myself with every step. It wasn’t much, but the plug must have been expertly designed to maximize the amount of stimulation it made. I tried to change my gait, I put on the helmet and tried jogging. Every change felt different, but very quickly turned out to just be a different way of fucking with myself. I was rubbing the outside of my padded pants, knowing full well that it made no difference to my entombed dick.

I was so horny I was crying by the time I could see my house, and chewing on the mouth guard. No doubt the compression pants were wet as well, though I had no way of knowing without stripping. I had no idea what I would do once inside, but I had turned very near term goal oriented. Perhaps a cold shower would settle things. I hastily unlocked and opened the door, and froze.

There, on the floor just inside the door was a neatly folded pile of yesterdays clothes, with a small, white business card on top. Someone had written neatly in blue ink “For further modifications, call:” followed by just a phone number printed in black. I was equal parts excited, horny, and scared as I reached for the phone from the pile.

We were 15. Young, curious and of course, raging hormones taking control of us at every possible opportunity it can get. Secondary 3 was the time when we were separated from each other due to the different subjects we have selected. But, we got closer instead.

J and I got to know each other during the orientation before Secondary school even started. (The period when your chosen choice was notified to you and you have to report to your new school in your primary school uniform.) It was a hot day and most of the student’s parents took off day to send their kids to the new school. However, J and I were alone. I notice J boarding the same train as me just a couple of doors away and alighting at the same station. In my mind, I was thinking if this kid parents were busy like mine and we have to go to the new school ourselves. Not knowing where the courage came from, after tapping out of the gantry, I walked towards J and tapped his shoulder. He jumped a little and turn over.

“Hi? Anything I can help?”, said J.

“Oh hiiiii, I couldn’t help be also notice that you’re alone. I am D, nice to meet you!” And looking at J’s confused face, “Are you heading towards ABC Secondary also? Let’s walk together! I am on my own too!”

“Sure. Why Not”, replied J.

It was not a long journey from the station to the school. We exchange which Primary school we were from and where we stay. He was just one train stop away from mine. He agreed to meet me after the orientation to head to the station together, and we got each other’s number just in case we got lost in the crowd.

Upon reaching the school, the seniors were ushering us to register our names and to find out which classrooms we should go and gather in. This will be the first time we are seeing all our new classmates. To my surprised, J was in the same class as me! We looked at each other and nodded to acknowledge.

“What a coincidence!” J exclaimed. “I got a feeling like you know what was coming that’s why you approached me at the station!”

“WHAT!? Noooooo I have no idea at all it is not a set up or anything and I could not have done it!” Trying very hard to explain myself but he was just laughing away saying he was joking and we should squeeze ourselves out of the crazy crowd.

We made our way to the designated classroom and found ourselves a cosy seat right in the corner and at the back. J and I made more small talks and found that we actually have a lot in common and we could spend the rest of the December holidays together.

2nd Jan, new school, new life. I waited for J at the station, in the new school uniforms and with hopes to have a blast for Secondary school life. J looked really different, dashingly charming when he arrived. At that point, I did not know that it was the moment that I actually fell for him. He apologised for being slightly late and we walk towards the school. Everyday, we will head to school together every morning and wait head home together after school. Everyone that know us, called us the inseparable brothers. Recess, PE, even CCA, we are almost together all the time.

During the school holidays, we will have sleepovers at each other’s place. Spending almost every seconds together. He knows my deepest, darkest secrets and I know his. We were that close, closer than with our own siblings.

That one night in December, Secondary 2. We had our regular sleep over at his place. His parents just got him a new Queen Sized bed, so instead of the regular configuration where I sleep on the mattress on the floor and he have the bed, he invited me to sleep beside him as it was a big bed. Since it was a new bed, he could not get use to it. We had small talks, sometimes even laughing loudly until his parents came in and told us to sleep.

It was 3am, I remember clearly as I was starring at the glowing hands of the clock. J turned over to my side, facing me and said, “I don’t know what do I do if I haven’t had met you. I turn over to face him and said “Me too”. The silence between us intensified and the clock’s ticking was really loud. I suddenly felt like something is going to happen between us.

J then grab one of my hand and put it on his chest, “I don’t know why I always have a tingly feeling in my chest when I see you. I always wanted to tell you that you meant a lot to me but I am not sure when was a good time to say. I don’t want to ruin our friendship but I also would like this friendship to be taken to the next level.”

Looking right into J’s eyes, I was dumbfounded. And then tears started streaming out of my eyes. J giggled and wiped it off with his thumb.

“The first time I saw you, I don’t know why and where the hell I got the courage I tapped your shoulder. At that moment, I just want to say hi. Then the first day of Sec 1, when I saw you in that crisp white uniform, I was like holy shit this guy is so dashing and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” I said to J in a voice soft and trembling from the surprise.

J leaned forward. He planted a kiss on my forehead, we held our hands and we fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning, our hands were still clenched tight together. We greeted each other kissed on the lips. It was fairytale, dreams do come through. The rest of the morning, we stayed in bed, with his arms over my shoulders, kind of like a half cuddle.

Since that day, we felt closer than before. We spent the rest of the holidays doing everything together. We even convinced our parents to let us go camping on our own (still 14 years old and only 2 boys, any Asian parents will not allow at that time).

We decided to head to East Coast Park, found the camp site, set up the tent and then we just sat there and talk. J and I always wonder why we have boundless topics to talk about. So it was getting late and we want to shower before heading to bed. We grabbed all our expensive belongings, leaving the tent and the sleeping bag behind.

Since it was already late, the toilet was very empty. We took out our toiletries and clothings to place it on the bench. Prior to this, we have only seen each other topless, like after PE lessons, changing back to uniform. It was the very first time we were going to actually seen each other fully naked. J was being cheeky by giving my the smirky looking while we were taking off our clothes. I left my underwear on.

“Hmmm, why aren’t you removing your panties?” J mockingly said.

“WHAT PANTIES?” I exclaimed and tried to him pinch J’s nipple for teasing me.

He then grab my hands and try to pull my undies down. Which I try my very best to resist. J, gyms frequently and thus, he has the strength to grab hold of me. I have only been to the gym with him a couple of times. Cause J gyms, he have a set of well defined chest and abs for a 14 year old. We do swim regularly so I do not look that bad just not as define as J. I eventually gave up and remove my undies myself.

“You’re circumcised? How?” With confusion in his voice as J asked.

“Only my parents will know. I always wonder why am I different from other boys”. Giving J the explanation I never gotten from my parents why I have a circumcised penis.

So I stood up, grabbed my soaps and walked into a cubicle. Pushed the button and stepped far back as the water was terrible cold. J was still on the bench, folding our dirty laundry. Slowly wetting my hair first, I stepped into the freezing water. When I turn over, J was standing at the door of my cubicle. I looked at him from top to toe. His uncircumcised dick, comes with low hanging balls, was pretty big even it is not hard. I guess already about 4” inches? We stepped into my cubicle, and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“Eh, so many cubicle why must share with me? Go to the next one lah!” Starring really hard into J’s eye and telling him in a stern voice. But with J’s hands on my shoulders, and him slowly moving closer to me, I could feel a sensation below. My little D is reacting, the feeling like waking up in the morning where blood gushes to the shafts, making it hard. I think my 5.5” inches touched him, somehow.

“WOW, someone is reacting. When you’re excited or horny, you get hard too~, is it someone excited or, HORNYYY?” J cheekily exclaimed.

“The water, water so cold of course will get hard lahhhh, don’t disturb me lah! Let me shower!” Pushing J one step back and using one hand to cover the hard on.

“I think we are a thing. We don’t have to be shy about all these ah, we will have to face it anyways, sooner or later. I think it is better that we get closer, skin to skin, earlier as possible?” J smirkily said.

“You think? Only think we are a thing? Okay, you go next cubicle slowly think.” I turned and said in an angry tone.

After showering, we packed up and headed back to the tent. Once we zipped up the entrance of the tent, shifted ourselves so that we were comfortable. J grabbed my hand and interlocked with his. “I am sorry. We are a thing and I want you to know I will never let you go.” I looked at him and he looked at me, I lean my face in and we made out. It was a feeling that was out of the world.

Eve of Christmas, J told me that his house will be having a party and asked me to sleepover after the party. Once the party ended, we ended his room. On the bed, there was a box with a label ‘For You, Only’. J told me to open it.

“Hmmm, why so many layers of paper wrapped? And why are you pushing the lock on your door ah? Is it related to the present? What do you want to do to me?” Probing the questions to J while tearing open the present he prepared.

“Just open it, and don’t make a comment. I hope it will be useful.” J said as he lean against the door while glazing me top to toe.

It was a red box. I opened it and there were 3 items. One box of condoms, one bottle of lube, and a ring with a tag attached to it saying ‘Wear Me’. With a grind on his face, J walked closer to me and grab my shoulders. He held onto my t-shirt and slowly pulling upwards. I place the box on my laps and raised my hands so the t-shirt would come off. Now, there I am half nude sitting at the edge of the bed.

“What are you waiting for?”, J said.

“Christmas, to open my real present.” Looking J into his eyes.

The clock strike 12 and I stood up from the bed. With my hands ready to unwrap my present. I told J to put up his hands, which he did. Then I pull his t-shirt upwards. I let it stay stuck for a moment while I enjoy the view of his abs and his stretched chest. I flicked his nipples then I continued to help him to take off the top which he was trying to get out from the point I stopped.

We then proceed to help each other to unbutton our pants. Coincidentally, we wore the same CK underwear that we got together on our last shopping trip. The white boxer briefs really contours his bulge and oh that ass, so bubbly. Once our pants were dropped to the floor, J immediately place his hands on my ass and gave a tight squeeze.

He pulled me into his embrace and we stay hugged for a while. Still hugging, I pushed us onto the bed. We looked each other into the eyes and started kissing, with our hands exploring each other. In no time, our underwear were off and we were throbbing hard. One of the thoughts in my mind was, damn, J was packing a lot of meat down south! When it is flaccid, it is about 4” inches. Now, fully hard, it’s about 6.5” inches!

J started kissing down towards my neck, then onto my chest, sucking on my left nipple while his fingers twitching my right nipple. The sensation was irresistible. My fingers was running through his hair the whole time. J moves lower, he held onto my shaft, and started licking my dick like a lollipop. He seems to know what he was doing and was doing really well at it.

Then he stopped to look at me, with his mesmerising eyes, he moved to my ears and said, “It’s your turn.” He moved and position himself, with his dick now right infant of my face, I took it with both hands, like holding the wireless mic in the KTV. There was precum, leaking. I stuck out my tongue, and started licking his dick. From the tip to the end of the base and back, a couple of times. Then I open my mouth and began sucking his large dick, it was like a real porn moment came true, but with the love of my life.

The sucking alternates between me and J for awhile. Then, J picked up the box of condoms and the bottle of lube and placed it between us. We have never done anal before. We stared at the box for a moment and look at each other again.

“I love you, but I don’t want you to do anything against your will. We can stop and just cuddle, if you don’t want to proceed. I know we never talked about this but I don’t want this to be something that we are awkward about.” J, with a lovely voice and a stern face.

“I love you too. I know this is our first time, we are both nervous. This is not like porn. I am not sure how it will feel until we try, right? Just be gentle with me okay?” I winked and I proceed to lie down on my back.

J position himself between my legs, lifted my legs up and rest them on his shoulders. He tore opened a condom, roll it onto his dick, which the condom barely fit cause it is so thick. The bottle of lube, was open up, squeezed on this finger tips, and he slowly rubbed it at my ass. He then begin, slowly, while looking at my facial expression, insert one finger into my hole.

I closed my eye and squinched my face, it was cold, it was an unfamiliar feeling and sensation. J took his time and push against my muscle in the butt. Not too long, I feel damn relax and 3 finger was already inside. J took more lube, smear it onto his dick evenly. He position the tip at the entrance of my hole. I could feel the anticipation from the both of us. He push in the tip, it went into my hole smoothly.

The sensation was building up as more of J was inside me. I could feel his thick and veiny dick inside, warm and tight. It was pain, but it was pleasure too. J slowly and gently pull out a little and push in more. He repeated it for a few more times, and each time he push back in, I let out a soft moan.

“Are you alright? Am I hurting you?”

“I am alright, it is pain, but it feels so good too”

“I want more, I need more. You can go abit faster and deeper. I will stop you if I cannot take it”

“You sure?” J pulled out leaving his tip inside.

“Yes.”

And J pushed in when I gave the approval to speed up. The pumping sped up and got faster. With each pump, I tighten my sphincter. Sending an additional sensation to J when he pumps.

“I think I am about to cum!” J pumping faster while bending over to kiss me.

“ahhhh, ohhhhh holy fuckkkkk.

A warm feeling inside me. J had cummed into the condom deep inside me. I could feel shots after shots after shots of cum that filled the condom. J collapsed onto me. We were both sweaty, hot and wet.

J pull out and the condom was very filled. He tied it up and wrapped it in tissues. I was still lying on the bed, exhausted and still hard. I started jerking myself.

“Stop! I am gonna help you with that” J climbing back onto the bed snatching my dick to his hands.

He started jerking it slowly and picking up the speed, and in no time, shots of cum came shooting out and landed onto my stomach and chest. J let out a smile on his face when he saw the cum coming shooting out.

He helped me wipe off the cums. We looked at the clock and it’s already 3am. J open the bedroom door and peeped outside. It was pitch dark, his parents were finally asleep. We went to the toilet to wash up, went back to bed, naked and cuddle till the next morning.

From then on, sleepovers became our favourite thing to do.