Big Bro's Girlfriend, Summer Fun, Part 4

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Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie

The next morning Jase and Mitch were finally alone again. Mitch crawled under the covers and woke Jase up by slowly nursing on his cock. The first blowjob of the day was always Mitch's favorite. He loved the warmth and smell of a bed that's been slept in, and Jase was a little gentler in the morning. It gave Mitch lots of time to savor every aspect of his sex and masculinity.

After he came Jase went into the kitchen to make a late breakfast. Cooking breakfast was one of the few domestic duties that Jase enjoyed. When he did it for Mitch, he usually wore an apron turned down at the waist and nothing else. For a moment, when Jase was cooking, Mitch was able to let himself buy into the fantasy that he and Jase were actually together. He studied his brother and imagined him cooking for his girlfriend. He felt a pang of jealousy but then put the image out of his mind.

Jase brought the food to the table and put it in front of Mitch. As Jase walked behind him, he grazed his hand across Mitch's shoulder and briefly grabbed his neck.

"Eat up. This is our last day together and you're going to need your energy."

"Any plans?" Mitch asked.

"We haven't worked out in a while. Thought we could go to the gym." Jase said, "You game?"

Gym Buddies, Part 2

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Gym Buddies, Chapter 2

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After watching the football game with Dylan and Jordan, I didn't hear from them. I figured that hooking up with Dylan was probably a one time thing brought about by too much alcohol. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn’t have done, and from what I'd gathered, Dylan was relaxed about the casual sex thing. Still, there was something about the guy that I couldn't get out of my mind. Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him there, but almost a week passed before I saw the guys again.

One afternoon I walked into the gym and saw Jordan standing behind a bench while Dylan lifted. I jumped onto the treadmill to warm up and watched as Dylan packed up his stuff. We crossed paths as I walked to the locker room, and Dylan winked at me.

The wink and smile were more than I could handle, and my dick got hard instantly. I now routinely packed a pair of tight compression shorts and I slipped them on to hide my bulge. When I walked into the weight-room, Jordan was still working out. He was deep into his routine, chest it looked like, but when I started to use the leg press, Jordan asked if he could cut in.

Gym Buddies, Part 1

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I'm pretty sure that I fell in love with Dylan and Jordan  the first time I met them. I was new to town and worked out at a small, local gym. It lacked the  amenities of the big corporate gyms, but the clientele was a good mix of guys and everyone was friendly.  At 28 years old, I no longer loved working out with guys who were ten years younger than me and twice as strong, and most afternoons, I found myself lifting with retirees, cops, and firefighters.

Dylan and Jordan were neither. Both were in their early twenties and students at the local university. While it cost them more to work out off campus, our gym wasn't nearly as crowded . There were a few other guys around the same age, but they definitely not the norm.

From the moment I first started working out with them, I used every opportunity I could find to check them out. They were both beautiful men.  Dylan was huge, around six foot two or three with a thick chest, narrow waist, and huge legs. His face was clean shaven and he wore a ball-cap almost all of the time. He liked to wear sleeveless shirts that showed off his arms and chest, both of which were tanned a light golden brown. Jordan was around 5'11", but looked tiny next to Dylan. He had longish light brown hair that he carefully styled. In between sets he played with it, messing it up a little while he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a smaller frame that was bulky with muscles. He was built like a superhero, balanced but with a lot of mass on top and not much below.

I was kind of lecherous when these guys were around. Young, built, and seemingly straight they were both out of my league. That didn't stop me from gazing at them and replenishing my spank bank with images of their bodies. Everyday, religiously, they worked out together, and I quickly shifted my schedule to match theirs. If they had noticed me staring, they didn't seem to care, and after a week, we were nodding at each other when we passed in the locker room.

The Crew, Part 6

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The Crew, Part 6
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Note: I got this idea from a reader. If there is something you want to see, let me know. I'm not planning to turn Vance into a bottom, but most other things are fair game.

After I booted Smith, I never saw him again. If he went back to the boss to complain, I was never told about it. Running a business, even a whorehouse, was hard work, and the expectation that I turn a profit was ever present. My sex life pretty much dried up as I got the business together.  I only fucked around with a guy if it was a deal breaker, and even then I charged a premium.

The diversity of dudes who bought sex at the farm was pretty amazing. Most of them were middle aged and fairly fit. They were the kinds of guys that could have hooked up easily, but got off on buying young guys. They typically entertained fantasies of being dominated or dominating.

I don't have much of a submissive streak. I've never wanted a woman to tie me up and certainly never wanted to be dominated by a man, but a lot of straight guys apparently got of on it. There seemed to be an almost infinite number of straight guys who wanted to try this shit, "just once" and by advertising the Farm more aggressively, we were able to bring them all in. There was a risk, obviously. Greater knowledge of what we were doing could result in attention from the cops, but the boss greased the wheels of justice and the business thrived. 

Quarterback Keeper Part 21

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 21

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As they snuck behind the dividing wall and into the changing rooms, Tom grabbed Nick and kissed him hard on the lips. They made out for five seconds before Tom pulled away. He tugged on the lapels of Nick's tuxedo and smiled, "You look hot."

Nick stared at him slack mouthed, "You too. I've wanted to jump you since you walked out of the changing rooms."

Tom kept touching Nick on the chest and thighs. Then he slipped his hand down to Nick's groin and grabbed his cock. "If our mom's weren't on the other side of this wall, I would blow you right now."

"If we take too long, my mom will come looking." Nick said, "She doesn't care if she walks in on us. Trust me."

Tom groaned.

"On prom night, I"m going to fuck you so hard you're not going to walk straight the next morning." Tom growled. "You know, we don't have to do this."

There were two weeks until prom, and they had decided that they shouldn't fuck around until then. Both were also trying to avoid beating off. It had only been three days and they were both desperately horny.

"You want to give up?" Nick said with a grin. Tom liked to pretend that Nick was constantly horny and that he was doing Nick a favor by fucking him, but Tom was the one who let his libido take control. When he got boned up, there was almost no cure for it. Nick felt a little bad that his boyfriend was going to walk around with blue balls for the next few weeks.

The Crew, Part 2

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It had been my first time whoring myself out, or being whored out really, and to be honest, I didn't feel like much of a whore afterward. I felt calm, almost relaxed. I'd had the best orgasm of my life and I'd been able to get rid of a lot of anger and aggression that had been building up for a while. When I left, the back part of the barn was empty, so I just got in my car and took off. I got a text that night telling me to come back the next afternoon.

When I arrived, Mr. Smith was there and called me into his office.

"What the fuck did you do to that guy last night?"

"He blew me." I said. Then I grinned real big and looked Mr. Smith in the eyes. I squared off my shoulders and tried to take up as much space as possible. "I fucked his face, hard. Why, did he complain?"

"No complaints, at all" Smith said. "He was completely pleased."

"Cool." I said. "Get me some more. I want to do this as fast as I can."

"Getting more is not going to be an issue." Smith stood up and walked behind me. He ran a hand across my shoulder and then grasped my bicep. I pulled away and turned to face him. He put his hand on my chest and smiled at me. "Inspecting the goods is one of the perks of my job."

I bit down hard and tried to keep my mouth shut. Impulse control has never been one of my strengths, but I knew better than to fuck things up. Every muscle in my body wanted to pounce on Smith. The way he undressed me with his eyes, felt my body without permission, and acted like he owned me, made my skin crawl.

"You're incredibly hot," he said.

Quarterback Keeper, Chapter 15

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It was dark already when Tom pulled up to Nick's house. They were supposed to meet up after Nick finished dinner with his parents, but Nick had texted Tom and told him he was running late. Tom sat outside of the house, the truck engine idling loudly, waiting for Nick.

The door opened, and Tom saw Nick in the light. He turned around to hug his mom, who waved to Tom. Tom waved back with a few fingers. When Nick jumped into the truck his eyes were a red, but he seemed like he was in a good mood.

"I told them." Nick said before Tom could ask how he was. "Not much of  a surprise for them, but it's out in the open now."

"Is that why your mom waved at me?" Tom asked.

"Yeah," Nick said. He took in a big breath and let it out. Tom grabbed his shoulder and kissed him on the side of the mouth.

"You ok?"

"Definitely. Kind of exhilarated actually. I didn't realize how nervous I was until after I said it. It still sounds weird to me to say that I'm gay. To say it out loud you know."

"Trust me, I know." Tom said.

"They were so cool. I don't know why I was so nervous."

"Your dad caught me staying the night. If they were going to freak out, they probably would have done it then."

"I guess, but it was still there, you know." Nick buckled his seat-belt and turned to Tom, "Where are we going?"

Tom slid around in the seat. Nick looked over and could see his cock pushing against the fabric of his jeans. Tom was one of the only guys Nick knew who could wear tight jeans and still have a visible bulge from his cock. He was clearly half hard, and the slab of meat was coiled up on top of his thighs. Tom grabbed himself with one hand while he put his truck into gear.

"We were going to meet up with Chris and Austin, but now I'm thinking we should do something else." Tom kept rubbing his dick slowly, putting on a show for Nick. Nick reached over and grabbed it, feeling the heat coming off of his dick and his body. He stared at Tom as he drove with the street lights flashing across his face. He looked incredibly hot. There was a commanding casualness about him when he was behind the wheel. The seriousness that normally characterized his personality was gone.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 13

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Tom woke up disoriented. He looked around, felt Nick's head on his shoulder, and remembered where he was. He leaned over and kissed Nick, waking him up.

"I should go." Tom whispered.

"You're gonna sneak out on me?"

"If I don't leave now you're going to have a lot of explaining to do."

"Guys stay over at each other's houses, Tom." Nick said, "And who cares if my parents know about you."

"I guess."

Tom laid back on the bed for fifteen minutes. He needed to get home to get ready for school, but he wanted to spend every minute with Nick, to spend the morning together. He cuddled up against Nick for as long as he could.

Tom climbed out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He grabbed Nick's hand one more time, smiled at him, and tried to slip out of the house unnoticed. He was outside, walking down the driveway toward his truck, when Nick's dad walked out of the garage. He was a rough looking guy, a little thick around the middle. Tom remembered Nick telling him that he worked construction or something like that. His stride conveyed friendliness, but also assertiveness and strength.

"Tom right?"

"Yes, sir." Tom said, trying to be polite.

"Listen, I don't know what you've got going on with my son," he paused and looked uncomfortable. "But, he's my boy, and if you mess him up, you're going to have to deal with me."

"I'm, uh, not going to mess him up, sir." Tom said, "Really."

"He's changed since he started hanging out with you, for the better," he said, "I hope you understand what you mean to him."

"I understand, really." Tom said. He looked at the ground and blushed. "He, uh, he means a lot to me too."

Nick's dad smiled. He took a step forward and grabbed Tom's shoulder. "No more sleeping over, ok? House rules."

"Yes, sir." Tom said.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 15

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Rick rolled out of bed at 11 and texted Cody, asking him to come by the house at 3. His dick hardened. Sex was always good, but sex with someone new was awesome. Plus Cody was younger, more malleable. He could make the guy into anything he wanted. When Cody replied, Rick rubbed himself and then got dressed. He put on a tight t-shirt and some shorts, and then jumped on his bike. He had three hours to work up a solid sweat. Then he'd see how committed Cody was to serving him. 

He got back to the house at 3:04, and Cody was sitting on the steps. He stood up as Rick approached. He wore a black t-shirt and dark jeans. He was thin, but very attractive. Had Cody been into girls, he wouldn't have had a problem getting them. That was  the attraction for Rick. He liked fucking guys that were his competition. And while jocks competed with him in one way, understated guys like Cody competed in a different way. 

The guy's dick was already hard, and bulged in his pants. It was a solid piece of meat - too bad he'd never put it to good use. Rick stepped past him and opened the door. Cody followed him inside. 

This wasn't Rick's first time with a guy, and not his first time playing into the fantasies of a gay dude who had been lusting after him. He knew that it was important for the first time to mean something. If he was too rough, Cody would run away. He had to believe that there was a chance for an emotional relationship - that Rick cared about him back. 

The first time, you had to set the hook. After that, you never had a problem pulling them in. 

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Spring Break, Part 2

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Mitch woke up with a man next to him and for a minute didn't remember what had happened. He rolled onto his side, expecting to find some random, and instead saw the hulking form of his brother. A sheet pulled across Jase's chest and lower body, and Mitch could see the mound of his dick. It was too big to hide. Memories of the night before came back and his dick started to get hard again.

He sidled up against Jase's body, careful not to wake him. Jase slept with one arm above his head, and his furry put was exposed to Mitch's curious mouth. He kissed inside the deep armpit and along Jase's bicep, pausing to inhale the musky smell of Jase's body. He held his cheek against his brother's chest, feeling his heat and the rise and fall of his torso. As he gazed down his sleeping form, his eyes came to rest on the mound of flesh between Jase's legs.

Mitch lifted the sheet gently and moved beneath it. The fabric was thin and the sun was out, so he could see Jase's body. He rubbed his stomach, not washboard cut, but firm, and scratched Jase's pubes. His brother hadn't been taking care of himself, and his body hair was out of control. He ran his fingers through the tangled mess at the bottom of Jase's stomach and felt his brother's body move in response.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Spring Break Edition, Part 1

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Mitch moved the piles of clothing off of Jase's bed. It had been almost a year since his brother had come home from college, and nearly as long since anything sexual had happened between them.  Jase found a girlfriend and didn’t feel the need to mess around with Mitch anymore. His thing with Scott had run it's course. The one time experience with their dad had proved to be just that - a one time experience. Mitch's sex life had become as 'normal' as any other guy's.

Basically, he just enjoyed whoring himself out now. He still worked out at the gym, and found plenty of sex there. He was good enough in bed, and hot enough that he had his pick of studs. He still had a thing for straight guys, and Colin had managed to get the word out about his proclivities. Even Scott was good for a solid fuck every so often.

Holidays and stuff came and went, but Jase never wanted to spend more than a few days with his family. When he suddenly decided that he would come home for all of spring break, Mitch was surprised. Mitch knew that Jase had broken up with his long-term girlfriend, and when he asked, Jase told him that he needed a change of pace.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 7

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Nick approached Tom as he opened his locker. "I . . . uh . . ." he glanced around, "I have your jacket in my car, you know, I didn't want to just bring it in here."

"You worried someone might think we went home together?" He grinned at Nick. It was one of those moments when Tom's confidence overwhelmed any concerns about their relationship being found out. If someone overheard them, he would shrug it off like it was a joke.

"Yeah," Nick said, "Something like that."

"I'll grab it after school, ok?"

"Cool." Nick said.

He was a little crestfallen. Having Tom's jacket, some piece of his life, seemed important. It made their relationship somehow more real. Of course, Tom didn't want it to be more real. That's why he wanted the jacket back.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 14

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Rick had just offered up his dad to the highest bidder. He didn’t' think any of the guys in the room had much that he wanted, but that was sort of the point. What would be more humiliating to his dad than to be traded for a couple of bucks or the number of some chick that he'd been chasing.

Scott and Sam put their heads together for a minute and then Scott looked back. "So, like, I'm really in charge, right? You're not going to keep fucking with him?"

"No interference. If I want dad to suck me, I'll ask you first, just like you ask me now."

Scott smiled from ear to ear. "I'll switch trucks with you." he said, "And we'll do your half of the yard work."

By some sick twist, Rick had a vehicle that was quite a bit older than Scott's and not nearly as cool. His dad bought a new truck when he gave Rick his beater and then bought another new truck when Scott turned sixteen. It wasn't fair, and it had been a major source of argument between him and his dad. He smiled broadly, thinking about getting some new wheels. He didn't care about the yard work, but that would be a nice bonus.

Rick looked toward Wrenn. He was still naked, and his brother Cody was sitting on the floor looking defeated. Like most guys who were new to the degrading service that men like Rick and Wrenn expected, he was feeling guilty about what he had done. It made him look cuter, more fuckable, if that was even possible.

Wrenn just shrugged, "Dude, I don't have a truck or anything to give you." His dick was hard and bouncing in front of him. The guy was a fuck machine and could go for hours. Alan was the only person, male or female, who'd ever been able to keep up. He glanced at Scott, "Guess he's yours man."

Wrenn turned to grab his clothes and saw his brother sitting on the floor. "Hang on." he hollered. He grabbed Cody by the nape of the neck and lifted him up. Then he pushed him toward Rick. "You can have Cody." Wrenn said.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 6

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Tom woke up the next morning and found Nick laying next to him. His heart sunk. In a moment of weakness he'd wanted someone to sleep with, and now he'd fucked things up. He was sure of it. He rubbed his hand up and down Nick's back and across his shoulders. His shoulders were thick and muscular. His whole body was getting hard from lifting.

It was a strange feeling. Nick was tight against him like a girl. The same vulnerability and passivity was there. At the same time, Nick was strong and more than capable of handling himself. It had slowly dawned on Tom that Nick was more in control than he was. Nick went with the flow and let hings play, while Tom tried, in vain, to set the pace and control the relationship.

He didn't believe that sex had to mean something. He'd fucked plenty of girls with that mindset. But sex with Nick meant something because despite his best efforts, Tom made it mean something. He couldn't help but think that the constant escalating encounters said something about him.

Nick stirred . His fingers moved across Tom's hard stomach and Tom's cock started to respond. He breathed in deeply and smelled Nick's body. He smelled like a man, right down to his morning breath. As his warm, hard body pressed against Tom's torso, Tom's dick became painfully hard. He moved one arm to grab it, and Nick woke up against him.

Nick looked him in the eyes, "Hey."

"Hey." Tom said back.

Nick began to get up and then saw Tom's dick. He grinned. "Morning wood."

"Uh . . . yeah." Tom said. He didn't want Nick to know that he didn't wake up with an erection. It came a little later.

Nick grabbed onto it. "My favorite kind of wood."

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The Monday after he had fucked Nick, Tom had his mom call him in sick to school. His mind was still spinning, and it was impossible to concentrate. The last thing he wanted was to see Nick standing next to his locker. He didn't know what he would say.

It was clear that he and Nick weren't just fooling around anymore.  What had started as a simple fuck, had morphed into a make out session more passionate than anything Tom had ever experienced. Nick wouldn't walk away from that without wondering what it meant, and Tom wasn't in a position to tell him.

There was no denying, not even in his deep confusion, that he had completely enjoyed what he'd done with Nick. Before, he could easily claim that when Nick blew him it was simply about getting his nut. Even when he was fucking Nick, he could have claimed that he was just pursuing an orgasm. He'd heard guys say "a hole's a hole" before, and even if those guys weren't fooling around with other dudes, the logic made sense. But when he started to kiss Nick, when he put his arms around him and their torsos pressed together, everything changed. This was sex with a man, and it felt good in ways that sex with a woman had never approached.

He tried to piece it all together as he lay in his bed. Whatever was happening with Nick, it didn't feel romantic to him. He liked Nick, but he didn't think that he felt anything more for him. He'd never been attracted to men before, and he wasn't really attracted to Nick. Nick was just available, that was the conclusion that he kept coming back to, and Nick offered was a novel experience. It wasn't any different from fucking a chick that was a little more freaky than most girls. It was different and a little forbidden. That kept him coming back for more.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 2

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The next morning, Nick walked into school and found Tom standing at his locker. As Nick was putting in his combination, his backpack slipped off his shoulder onto the floor. He knelt down to pick it up and found himself a foot away from Tom's crotch.

"Don't get any ideas," Tom whispered.

Nick looked up and blushed. Then Tom laughed loudly. He reached down and gave him a hand up. Nick opened his locker and started to go through his stuff.

"So, Nick, I know this maybe isn't your scene, but I meant it when I said you could come and work out with me. You could meet the guys, and I could show you some stuff."

Nick wasn't sure where this was going, but he felt the need to keep his distance, "I don't know, man. Those guys . . "

"They're kind of idiots, but they won't fuck with you. I promise. Some of them are actually pretty cool."

Quarterback Keeper, Part 1

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Tom Johnson walked out of his biology class, relieved to be finished with another day of school. They’d only been at it for a week, but between his social life, football practice, and the pressures of being a senior, he was exhausted. He moved through the hallway, watching the sea of people part before him. He’d waited for this moment for three years. He was a senior, he was the starting quarterback, and he was the undisputed king of his high-school.

A natural leader, Tom was the kind of guy that other people liked to follow. He had a relaxed, self-effacing personality, and a rugged, handsome demeanor. The girls stared at him slack-jawed, and his buddies envied him. Yet it had never gone to his head. He wasn’t popular because he was pretty; he was popular because people liked him.

He walked to his locker with a pack of friends in tow. They jostled each other, getting pumped up before practice. When he arrived the guy who had the locker next to his was standing in his way.

Tom had taken a class or two with Nick, but they'd never interacted until they became locker neighbors. Quiet and shy, Nick was a nobody, a literal non-entity in the school. Tom said hi to him in the mornings, but the conversation didn't go farther than that. He could tell that Nick was intimidated by him, so he tried to give him the space he needed.

His friends, however, couldn't resist hassling the kid. Nick was smaller, thinner, and a little feminine. The pack had seized on his vulnerability, and the ribbing was nearly constant. Tom didn't know how to handle it. He wanted to tell his friends to shut up. On the other hand, he didn’t want the guys to turn on him. As his friends amped up the brutality of their insults, the pressure to join in on the taunting grew. In the end, the desire to impress the pack won out.

“Out of my way, fag.” Tom said as he shoved Nick.

He’d heard his friends say it before. When Nick got flustered and blushed in the mornings, he’d thought, ‘this guy’s a fag.’ But he’d never said it. As the words rolled off his tongue he instantly regretted it. He had no idea that he could hit a guy that hard.

Nick stumbled over his stuff, slammed his locker door, and quickly ran off. Tom’s buddies laughed and moved on to the next joke. Tom shoved some books into his locker, telling the guys he was going to study for half-an hour before football practice. The pack broke up, and Tom was alone. His face burned red and his heart thumped in his chest.

Suddenly someone grabbed him by the collar. He was pulled around the corner and into the men's room. When he turned around one of the assistant football coaches stood in front of him. Coach Miller was about an inch shorter than Tom and after a summer of lifting heavy Tom could have taken him. However, he naturally deferred to authority figures and respected his coaches. He took a step back and relaxed.

He straightened his shirt as the coach boomed, “What the fuck was that about?”

Tom stared at him blankly.

“Did I hear you call that kid a fag?” he yelled. Miller stepped toward him. Though the coach had never gotten physical with a player, his aggression unnerved Tom.

“I . . . uh . . . yeah I did coach,” Tom stammered as he looked down at the floor.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble you can get into for shit like that? You’d be off the team. Suspended. The end.” Miller said. The anger had left his voice.

“I don’t know why I said it.” Tom said. “Honestly, I’m not like that Coach.”

“You were trying to impress your idiot friends.” The coach stepped toward him again and looked him in the eyes. “You’ve got pretty much everything going for you. You’re damn good looking, you’re athletic, not stupid, and a natural leader. It’s time for you to step up and be a man. You’ve got to set the tone with those guys. They follow you. Don’t forget it.”

“I know.” Tom said. He felt like he was getting yelled at by his dad. The shame and disappointment were worse than the fear of punishment. “I’ll tell him I’m sorry. Next time I see him.”

“Do it today. OK?” the coach said. “The last thing that kid needs right now is to get harassed by a guy like you. He probably looks up to you. Try to be the man he imagines you to be.”

Miller left without saying another word. Tom felt like an idiot. He stood in the bathroom for a solid ten minutes and set his mind on putting things right with Nick. The coach was right. He was too good for this kind of bullshit. It was time for him to step up.

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Nick Walsh sped home after school, close to tears. His neck was hot and burning, and his chest hurt. He’d been called a fag before, and it had never bothered him all that much. But when Tom Johnson said it, it cut him to the core. He was crushed.

Tom had been nice to him, friendly even, and it had seemed too good to be true. Over the week, he’d convinced himself that Tom was better than he'd thought a guy like that could be. He’d even started to entertain the idea that Tom might like him. It was a fantasy, but there was some basis in reality.

Tom was every gay boy’s wet dream come true. Tall with broad shoulders, his body was wrapped in muscle. His dark blond hair was cut short, his jaw square, his eyes a piercing brown. Popular and athletic, he had a personality to go with his looks. He’d even started to send Nick a little wave when they passed in the hallways.

And then . . . “out of my way fag.”

The whole fantasy collapsed. Tom was just another asshole jock. He would never like Nick, not as a friend, and certainly not in the way that Nick wanted to be liked.

He was upstairs changing his clothes when he heard the doorbell ring. He opened the front door, and Tom Johnson stood in front of him. Nick was a respectable height and weight, 5'10" and a defined 160 lbs, but he felt dwarfed by Tom. Tom wore a sleeveless white t-shirt and gray cotton shorts that clung to his quads. He ran a hand through his hair and asked if he could come in.

Nick nodded and stepped aside, dumbstruck. Tom walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He spread his legs open and Nick could see the long bulge of his dick through his shorts.

Nick tried not to stare as he sat down. In his head, he yelled at himself for not saying anything. Why couldn't he say anything?

"Listen, today when I said, uh . . . when I called you a, uh . . . fag, I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I did. I guess I was just trying to impress my friends. I'm sorry."

The words tumbled out of Tom's mouth all at once, and Nick could see that he meant them. He stared at Tom's gorgeous face. The fact that this hunk was so torn up about calling a guy a name made him even more attractive. His fantasy, momentarily sullied, was back and stronger than ever.

"The pack is going to leave you alone too. I'm not going to let them treat you that way anymore." Tom went on, hoping for some response.

"Thanks." Nick said softly, "This is, uh, really cool of you Tom."

"Hey, bud, I don't know if you're into it, but I've got some weed in my car if you want to toke up." Tom said with a grin. "I mean, if we're going to spend the year as neighbors, we should get to know each other, right?"

"Seriously?" Nick said, "Yeah, that'd be great."

Soon they were in the backyard smoking. They lay out on benches, taking in the last rays of the summer sun. They didn't talk about anything. Nick was too nervous to speak and was terrified that he would ruin everything. Tom enjoyed the silence. It was a welcome reprieve from the constant chatter of his friends. The sun was hot on his skin, and he stripped off his shirt without much thought. Nick's eyes widened in awe of the body that was revealed.

It had been obvious that Tom was muscular, but Nick had no idea that the guy was ripped to shreds. Every muscle in his torso rippled as he settled back onto the bench. His pecs were two huge slabs with perfect, quarter-sized nipples on top of them. Nick stole glances whenever he could, making a point of not staring.

After another five minutes, Tom stirred, "Man, I'm parched. You mind if I get a glass of water?"

Nick got up, and Tom followed him into the house. He filled a glass and handed it to Tom, who gulped it down. His huge Adams apple bounced as he swallowed. Nick's eyes wandered down Tom's torso to the perfect V that framed his groin. A patch of dark hair, trimmed close to the skin, trailed down into his shorts above a magnificent bulge.

Nick didn't realize he was staring until Tom said, "What's up man?"

Nick blushed and stepped backward. "Nothing." He stuttered.

Tom sat down on a stool. "You're gay, aren't you?"

Nick muttered something and looked away.

"Sorry, man," Tom said quickly, "That was kind of personal. You just seem really thrown off whenever you're around me."

"Yeah, I'm gay." Nick said. It was the first time he'd told anyone. Then he added quickly, without thinking, "And you're, like, really hot."

Nick blushed and looked away, beating himself up inside. Why the fuck did he say that? First he tells the guy he's gay. Then he tells him he's hot. What the fuck was that about?

"I'm just a guy." Tom said, ignoring the remark, "You don't have to be intimidated."

Nick continued to stare at the floor.

"It's ok if you look at my body, man. I'm not going to freak out or anything." Tom said. "Maybe then you wouldn't be so shy around me. If you just took it all in, you could relax a little."

Nick looked up. He stared at Tom's chest, and then briefly looked up at his face. Tom grinned, and Nick's heart melted. Why did this guy have to be so hot and so nice to him at the same time? His dick was throbbing, and he needed a minute to get his mind together. His thoughts were cloudy from the weed. He stepped back and pretended like he needed more water.

Tom read the move and almost instinctively grabbed Nick by the wrist. He slowly moved Nick's hand to his chest and placed the open palm against his skin. Nick didn't try to pull away.

Tom had no idea why he had reached out for Nick, and his head was spinning. He knew that Nick had a crush on him and that he was giving him what he desired, but it felt like a game. He was teasing Nick. Making him think he could get something that Tom wouldn't give.

Tom broke the silence. "Have you ever touched a guy like this before?"

Nick shook his head no.

"It's ok." Tom said as he let go of Nick's wrist.

Nick moved his hand across the muscular chest. The skin was a little sweaty, and his fingers slid around Tom's nipples. The touch suddenly turned erotic, and Tom stiffened up. Nick panicked and pulled his hand away.

Something in Tom wanted to give Nick the chance to explore his sexuality. He kept hearing the coach's voice telling him to be the man Nick imagined him to be, and letting a guy touch his chest wasn't too weird. On a deeper, visceral level, the contact with his nipples had woken up his lizard brain. It sensed an opportunity for sex; a chance to plant his seed. Tom wasn't cognizant of the desire, but he could feel his body reaching out and trying to pull Nick in.

He grabbed Nick's hand again and placed it on his stomach. He’d worked hard all summer, cutting his calories like a freak to get a rippling six pack. He was proud of his washboard abs, and would miss them once he bulked up for football. Nick gazed at his muscles, admiring his frame strength and size. Without thinking Tom reached over and put a hand on Nick’s chest, feeling his body through his shirt.

“You should work out, man. You’ve got a good build.” Tom said. He moved his hand to Nick’s stomach. “You’d put on muscle in no time.”

“You think?” Nick said through heavy breaths.

“Yeah, man. You should start working out with the guys.”

The rational part of Tom’s brain was back in control. This was how he would make things up to Nick. He would teach him how to lift, introduce him to the dudes at the gym, and let him hang around with the pack. Nick would feel better about himself, and he would look better for helping him. It was a win-win.

“That’d be so cool.” Nick said.

Tom stood and took a drink of water, letting Nick's hand fall away from his body. They awkwardly stood in silence for half a minute, and Nick started to worry that he would blow his one chance at getting into Tom’s pants. He had a jock standing in his kitchen who had stripped down and let him feel his body. Whatever was going on, whether it was the weed or something else, he could sense that Tom's guard was down. He mustered his courage and reached out toward Tom’s stomach.

As soon as Nick made contact Tom recoiled from the touch. Nick looked at him, terrified. It took a second, but then he smiled. He squared his shoulders and said, “It’s ok.” This time trying to reassure himself as much as Nick

Nick rubbed his hands over Tom’s abs, only once glancing up into his eyes. Tom look vulnerable, yet somehow still in control control.

“I’d love to have a stomach like this,” Nick said, trying to mask the touching as admiration rather than a sexual advance.

Tom didn’t buy it. “How long have you wanted me?”

“I don’t know, since I saw you.” Nick said. He blushed again.

Tom felt himself losing control. The hand on his stomach felt amazing. It was a different kind of touch - not at all like a girl’s. Nick’s hand was rougher, and his attitude bordered on worshipful. Tom had never had a person so interested in him before. His dick started to stir. He wanted to impress this guy, to show him how much of a man he was, to take him, conquer him, and own him.

He straightened up his back, making his body bigger and more intimidating. Then he threw back his shoulders, causing his chest to expand and his abs to contract. He could do whatever he wanted with Nick, and his dick decided that it wanted more. He grabbed Nick’s hand by the wrist and pushed it lower. When Nick’s fingers made contact with the waistband of his shorts, Tom guided them under the fabric. He let go and felt Nick's fingers move through his pubes.

His last rational thought was that he shouldn’t take advantage of Nick. Whatever happened between them today was the most there could ever be. He had no intention of continuing things outside of the strange circumstances of that afternoon. He knew that he was leading Nick on, creating expectations that couldn’t be fulfilled.

Then Nick’s fingers wrapped around his dick and he stopped thinking.

Nick's hand passed the head of his cock and grasped his shaft. Tom was hard as steel, and when he looked forward, Nick’s eyes were in front of his own. The guy looked terrified and elated at the same time. This was his first sexual experience, Tom remembered. Until ten minutes ago, he’d never even touched a guy. On top of that, Tom was the man of his dreams. He untied the drawstring that held his shorts up and let them slide down. Then he stepped out of the flimsy fabric. Nick kept his hand on his dick the whole time. Tom didn’t need to think about what came next. He had enough experience to know how to move things along.

He put a hand on Nick’s shoulder and gently pushed him downward. He was amazed how quickly Nick complied and dropped to his knees. No resistance, no second thoughts. The heat rising from Tom’s groin called to him and suddenly he was confronted by Tom’s dick. Nine inches of uncut, veiny manhood shot out in front of him. He stared at it in awe, practically dumbstruck by the massive dick. Tom was truly the whole package.

If you had asked Tom that morning about getting sucked off by a guy, he would have told you that he would never do it. Now, horned up by the situation and Nick's devotional attitude, he realized that he wasn't too hung up on who sucked his dick as long as he got his nut. He smiled at Nick, who looked scared.

"Just explore." Tom said as he leaned back against the counter.

Nick put his hands on Tom's thighs and was immediately surprised at their hardness and their warmth. Tom's muscles twitched under his tight skin. Knowing that this wasn't the kind of exploration that Tom expected, he brought his lips to the head of Tom's cock.

He let it slip into his mouth. It was the first dick he had ever sucked, and he was confronted by the taste, smell, and heat of Tom's manhood. The time spend outside had created a coating of salty sweat, and warm, musky air rose up from between his legs. Nick grabbed onto Tom's balls. They were big and heavy in his hand. Tom's sack felt like silk as his nuts rolled between Nick's fingers.

The head of Tom's dick still in his mouth, Nick placed his hands on Tom's ass, moving them down the back of the jock's legs. As he grabbed onto Tom's calves, Tom flexed and pushed forward. His dick pushed deeper into Nick's mouth. Nick sucked eagerly on the head of Toms' dick, bobbing up and down while his hands rubbed his calves.

Tom looked down at him. "Everything you imagined?"

"Better."

"You're a natural." Tom said, "It feels good."

Tom's big hand moved across Nick's neck and up into his hair, sending a shiver down Nick's spine. He played with the longish brown hair and caressed his scalp. Nick turned into putty under the gentle maneuvering, and slowly Tom moved his mouth from the tip of his dick onto his shaft. Nick allowed Tom to take control. He kissed his way down the shaft and then tongued the thick pubes at the root of Tom's massive cock.

The pressure on the back of his head didn't let up. Tom pushed him further downward. As Nick descended into Tom's junk, he felt things getting hotter and moister. He breathed in deeply. Tom smelled like a man. It was a moment of confirmation for him. Only a gay guy could love that smell, and he definitely loved it.

Tom pushed him into his nuts. They were the biggest pair of testicles Nick had ever seen, either in the locker-room or in porn. They hung low from Tom's body and were much larger than they had felt in his hand. They looked like a pair of eggs, swinging between his legs. Nick palmed them and kissed one of the orbs before looking up at Tom.

"Fucking wild, huh?" Tom grinned, "That's our dirty family secret."

Nick kept staring. They were larger than life.

"Kiss them again." Tom hissed.

Tom leaned back against the counter and opened his legs. Not only were his nuts huge, they were the most sensitive part of his body. Nothing made him happier than a warm, wet mouth sucking on his baby-makers. A dude’s nuts were his manhood - that’s where it all came from - and showing them some appreciation was synonymous in Tom's mind with showing him the respect he deserved. Girls always avoided his nuts. They were either grossed out by their size or turned off by sucking on a man’s sack. Tom had Nick completely under his spell, and he was determined to get a good ball job out of the encounter.

Nick sucked a nut into his mouth and looked up at Tom. His huge cock stood above him, the foreskin rolled back around the head. Tom’s perfect body lay beyond. It was an over whelming position to be in. A stud staring down at him, a cock in his face, muscular thighs on either side, and the smell and heat of Tom’s body. He went a little crazy as he dove into the jock’s junk. Tom groaned loudly.

“Yes.” he moaned, “Fuck yes.”

Tom’s grabbed Nick’s hair and began to move Nick’s head around his sack. Nick sucked and licked while Tom directed his mouth from left to right, under his nuts and above them, into the crease between his legs and then back to his junk. Nick was slobbering all over him, and as his head got pushed around, his own saliva left a shiny film on his face.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tom groaned. He looked down at Nick, who was staring right back at him. “You’re doing good, man. I could stand here forever.”

“This is so fucking hot,” Nick said as he tongued Tom's dick.

Tom moved his hand to his dick. As Nick sucked on his balls, he rubbed the head of his cock through Nick’s hair. He was leaking like a faucet now, and a steady stream of precum spilled out onto Nick’s scalp. It was dirty, Tom thought. It didn’t seem right to ooze dog water onto someone without them knowing. Seeing the slick mess grow fueled his frenzy, and as Nick’s hair rubbed his glans, he realized that he was getting close to cumming.

Tom leaned forward and pushed his body down against Nick’s face. Surprisingly, Nick pushed back against him. Tom ground his junk into the eager mouth, while he jerked his cock. His mind was completely blank. He was just trying to get off.

Nick sensed that Tom was on the edge and reached into his pants for his dick. He was so hard and horny that it only took a few pulls for his orgasm to boil over. His whole body convulsed and his breathing became ragged. He felt a thick rope of cum race up his shaft and blast into his jeans. Five more volleys of seed followed, and he felt each one. It was the wildest, most intense orgasm of his life. The volume of cum filled his briefs and covered his hand. His dreams and fantasies had come true - he actually had his mouth on Tom Johnson’s nuts. He savored every twitch and wave of pleasure.

Tom watched Nick’s body shake. He could tell that Nick was cumming because he wasn’t even sucking his nuts any more. Instead, he was just breathing hard against his sack. Alternating blasts of hot, moist breath and cool air tingled across the skin of his scrotum.

What turned him on even more was the fact that Nick was willing to cum like that. Face jammed between his legs, wholly caught up in the act of servicing him, so hot that he blew his load in his pants. It was an incredible power trip, and he felt strong and powerful. No one had ever made their own sexual enjoyment about him before.

“I’m ready,” Tom said out loud. ‘“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Without a second thought, Nick moved his mouth to the head of Tom’s dick. Tom looked down at him, surprised that Nick was actually trying to catch his cum in his mouth. This, again, was something that girls never, ever wanted to do.

“You want it?” Tom asked. His face was sweaty and he was all smiles. He didn’t wait for Nick to respond. “Yeah you do.” He moved his hand along the side of Nick’s face and then slipped a finger into his mouth. Nick immediately sucked down on it.

“Yeah, you’re going to get a big load of my cum. Get ready.”

Nick mumbled something as Tom removed his finger and slipped the tip of his dick between Nick’s lips. He let himself go and began to blast his load into Nick’s mouth.

Nick had tasted his own cum before, but the taste of Tom’s was different, and the way it just flooded his mouth was intense. It poured out onto his tongue in salty, thick globs. Nick swished it around, breaking it up as he continued to tongue Tom’s glans. Tom had one hand on his dick and one on Nick’s head, and he held both steady as he unloaded. Even if Nick had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.

When Nick glanced upward, he was amazed. Tom’s whole body contracted. The muscles of his chest bulged. His abs were tight and rigid. Then his dick would throb and dump another thick glob of semen into his mouth. This happened at least five times before Tom’s hips stopped moving and his cock ran dry. He continued to shudder, and his rod stayed rock hard in Nick’s mouth.

Tom let out a loud sigh and bent backward. He shook the tension out of his muscles and then stepped away from Nick. His dick began to soften, and he pulled his shorts back on. Nick stared at him, questioning whether or not he was dreaming. Tom's eyes moved down Nick's body and noticed the massive wet spot in Nick's shorts. It looked like Nick had pissed his pants.

"Jesus, bro, is that all cum?" he asked.

Nick blushed and looked down at himself. "Yeah," he said, "I'm kind of a shooter."

"You better keep that dick away from a pussy, cause you'll knock a chick up in a second."

Nick smiled. "I don't think that's going to happen."

Tom finished the glass of water that sat on the counter before pulling on his clothes. "I gotta get going." There was a moment of awkward silence. Neither guy knew what to do next. "I guess I should say thanks." Tom said.

"I'm the one who should be saying thanks." Nick said.

"Well, uh, I don't think I need to say it, but . . ."

"Don't worry," Nick said. "I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Well, uh, see you tomorrow then." Tom said as he turned to leave.

Nick stood in the middle of the room, breathing in the last fumes of their coupling. Post orgasm fear and insecurity had returned. He had no idea how Tom, Mr Straight Jock, would cope with the fact that he'd just let Nick blow him. Nick knew not to expect much. Hopefully, Tom wouldn't start ignoring him.

He stood up and did a quick scan of the kitchen. He didn't want his parents to come home and find a splash of cum somewhere. He cracked a window to air the room out. Then he went up to his bedroom, lubed his cock, closed his eyes, and relived it all.

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Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it. Charlie – cosmic709@yahoo.com.