Lucas Goes to College

 

       Lucas knocked on the door of his new dorm room and put the key in the lock.

        “It’s your room bro, you don’t have to knock,” said Leo.
        Upon entry, they found a bathroom to the right, a walk-in closet to the left, and beyond that was a decent sized room. Two windows on the far end looked out onto a view of a park and an administrative building. On each side there was a desk and a bed, and a dresser with four drawers sat between the windows.
        “You’re the first here! You get to pick whichever side you want.”
        Lucas laughed. “It’s totally symmetric bro.”

        “Wow, this is a nice bathroom. Only you and your roommate have to share this?” said Mr. Rossi. “When I went to school, I had to traipse all the way down the hall and share the showers with fifty guys. Not that you would mind that, Leo.”

        Lucas looked at the room. “Eeny, meeny minee mo,” and he picked the bed on the right.

        “Let’s turn the desk around so you can see outside,” Leo suggested, and then did just that.
        “I’m starving after that drive. All I’ve had today is a cup of coffee before leaving the house,” said Mr. Rossi. “We’ll take my car Lucas since you have a prime parking spot for unloading your stuff. After Leo and I leave, you can find out where you are really supposed to park.”

        When they arrived back at Lucas’ room after lunch, his roommate had still not showed up. They made three trips bringing up a couple of suitcases, a few boxes and plastic bins, and then Mr. Rossi pulled out some sheets and a mattress pad and began to make up Lucas’ bed.

        “Aw, thanks Dad, geez.”

        “Well, one last thing I can do for ya son. I’m gonna miss you,” he said with an eye that looked a little too moist. “Drive home to visit every now and then. Just not every weekend,” and he wrapped his son in a big bear hug.

        Then Leo hugged his brother as well.

        “Good luck at Chapel Hill, bro,” said Lucas. “I’ll see your place when I come home.”

        “It’s a bummer I didn’t get to meet your roommate. Take a selfie with him when he gets here.”

        “I’m trying to not get my hopes up about that. Lower expectations leads to more happiness. Isn’t that what your yoga teacher says? It could be weird living with a total stranger.”

        “It’s an adventure, son!” said Mr. Rossi, fluffing up Lucas’ pillow. “I tried you raise you boys to be open minded.”

        “And we are Dad!” Lucas winked at Leo and Leo smiled back. Then the three of them left together and hugged again in the parking lot before saying goodbye. Lucas went off to find out where his authorized parking spot would be.

 

 

Tom Anders

        When Lucas returned to his room, he found the door ajar.

        “Hello, hello…” Lucas said, pushing the door open.

        “Oh, hey, I’m Tom. I literally just walked in and threw my stuff down.”

        “Lucas, here,” said Lucas, staring in shock. OMFG, this dude is my roommate?, he thought.  “Is that all your stuff here in the closet? The big suitcase and duffel bag? If you have more in your car I can help.” They performed the universal bro handshake.

        “Oh, no. That’s all my stuff. I took a bus down from Boone. That’s where I’m from.”

        “Oh gee, no parents to drive you? Send you off to college?” Lucas sat on his bed and leaned back, trying to act natural. Tom was easily the most beautiful person he had ever seen. His dark hair was thick and wavy, his eyes were such a bright blue that they glowed under his thick black lashes. His lips were full and pink against his flawless little pink skin.

        “Nah, I took a bus and then an Uber from the bus station. They weren’t too happy about me coming here. They wanted me to go to Appalachia State and stay home. No way was I doing that!”

        “Seriously? So upset they couldn’t drive you even? And you look so happy!”

        “Oh, dude, you have no idea! I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life! I’m free! I’m finally free!”

        “Wow! You make it sound like you were in prison. How was it so bad?”

        Tom sat on the bed across from Lucas and let out a sigh.

        “My parents are lunatics. Truly lunatics. Luckily, I realized this at a young age. I think that’s what saved me, knowing they are the crazy ones, not me. My Dad is an evangelical monster, I mean minister. He’s the hell fire and brimstone kind. He didn’t talk about Jesus much, you know, like around the dinner table, 6pm sharp, but Satan was always a topic of conversation, or his monologues, better to say. My mother was a former Miss West Virginia and she’s all about appearances. She loved to show off her “beautiful” son, but when we were home, she had no interest in me at all. She’s probably the worst person I’ve ever known, worse than my Dad. She has a sweet persona in public, but it’s nothing authentic. I’m not sure there is anything authentic left in her. She’s obsessed with sin. When I was like, I don’t know, thirteen or fourteen, she would randomly sniff my fingers to make sure I wasn’t touching myself.”
        “No fucking way!”
        “Way! You see why I’m so happy?”

        “That’s like being in a cult! How did you survive?”

        “The cult of evangelical Christianity! I survived by getting out of the house as much as possible, for one. I started cutting grass for people when I was eleven and by this last summer, I had a business that I sold for a hundred thousand dollars. I kept my finances secret from my parents, and strangely, they never asked about it. Then I was always studying a lot, partly because of them, and partly because I’m just a geek for learning new things. I was always on student council, and was class President my senior year. My mother was gaga over how the community perceived me. I would tell people I was “Born Again,” but truthfully, I have no idea what I even think about God. I don’t believe in my father’s hateful God. The Universe is too beautiful if anyone truly looks at it. Thing is, my whole life was playing a game, trying to preserve my true self inside while keeping peace and biding my time.”

        “My brother and I were with our Mom when my parents split up and my Mom got custody at first,” said Lucas. “But similar to your story, she joined an actual cult, a cult that followed one man who said he was the Second Coming. My Dad fought hard to get us out of there, and the judge in the case was one of those types that believe fathers have just as many rights as mothers. Our Dad took us back to North Carolina and we haven’t heard from our mother since. Dad is great, super open minded and supportive.”
        “Is your brother older or younger?”

        “He’s older…by like five minutes. We’re twins. We’re not identical but we do look really a lot alike.”

        “Are you and your brother close?”

        “Oh, really close! You missed meeting both my Dad and brother by less than an hour. I’m from Apex. That’s just south of Raleigh, about a two hour drive from here. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

        “I guess I have an older sister. She’s over eight years older and we were never close. She moved out to Oregon as soon as she was eighteen. Probably also fleeing my parents.”

        “I think I know another way you got out of the house,” said Lucas.

        “How’s that?”

        “You’ve obviously spent a lot of time at the gym.”

        “Oh yeah! That too! Plus I was on the swim team. I beat the state record in 100 meter fly last year. Check out my back!” Tom took his shirt off and posed with his back to Lucas. His lats flared.

        “Holy fuck, you’re ripped dude! I can see every separate muscle.”

        “Thanks.” Tom smiled, put his shirt back on, and leaned back on his bed. There was silence for a few minutes. Lucas could tell something more was on Tom’s mind.

        “What are you thinkin’ about bro?”

        After a short pause, Tom said “The Moment of Truth.”

        “The moment of truth? What do you mean?”

        “I mean, say something that’s never crossed my lips before.”

        “And you’re going to tell me? Who you just met?” asked Lucas.

        “Why not you? You are the first person I’m meeting in my new life and you’re my roommate.” Tom paused again before saying “I’m gay.”

        “Ooooooohhh Brooooo…..” said Lucas, putting his hands to his head. Momentarily, Tom was afraid he’d just made a big mistake, but then Lucas got up off his bed and stepped over to Tom and grabbed his hand.

        “Stand up, dude.”

        Tom stood and Lucas wrapped him in his arms in a firm but tender hug.

        “I can’t imagine what it has been like for you living in that house. This is the most agonizing and harrowing story I’ve ever heard. You’re a fucking hero Tom.”

        And when Tom heard the word “hero,” his eyes swelled with water and slid down his cheeks. He had never shared his emotions before, so he had never experienced empathy from another person. After a short while, Tom stood back.

        “Shit, bro, you must think I’m a freak, I’m really not a basket case, It’s just that this is a huge day for me. Maybe I didn’t realize how much I repressed.”

        “I think you’re awesome dude! I’m so happy with my new roommate! I was kinda worried about it to be honest. But I can’t believe how open and clearly you told that story. I feel so close to you already, like I just met a lifelong friend in my first hour at college.”

        “Wow. OK. That’s really cool.” Tom smiled wide. He too was happy and relieved.

        “I have to warn you though, I might indeed be a bit of a…’Satanic influence,’” and Lucas put his two index fingers up to his forehead, indicating horns, as a joke.

______________

 

        Three nights later, Lucas was studying at his desk when Tom walked in.

        “Hey Tom, where ya been bro?” asked Lucas.

        “I’ve been mostly studying in the library or at the gym. I could see you were preferring to study here in the room.”

        “Dude, I don’t care! It’s your room as much as mine. I was looking forward to getting to know you better. Oh! By the way, my brother wants me to take a selfie with you! Is that cool? He’s nagged me about that since I got here.”

        “Yeah, sure, why not?”

        They got up to pose together, Lucas holding his phone at arm’s length.

        “Oh, wait, um, weird request. Would you mind taking off your shirt and flexing a little with me in the photo?”

        “Hahaha! Seriously? Are you joking? Why? But I don’t care,” and they both shed their shirts, laid their arms around each other’s shoulders and flexed.

        “Awesome, look!” said Lucas showing the photo to Tom. “I’ll text it to my bro.”

Lucas: Check out my roommate Tom and I!

        Leo answered almost immediately.

Leo:   OMFG, What a stud! I thought you were exaggerating! I’m so fucking jealous!

Lucas: How things with you and Liam?

Leo:  Suddenly, not as good as I thought! LOL I’ll be visiting soon!

Lucas: LOL

        “You know, I just realized I forgot to tell you something! My brother Leo is gay!”

        “What?! How did you not tell me that?”

        “Well, the other night I was more concerned with how you were feeling, and it’s just never been a big deal between Leo and I or our Dad, at all.”

        “Oh, so that’s why the shirtless pic,” deduced Tom.

        “Yeah, I’m busted,” said Lucas, smiling.

        “Does he look like you?”

        “Well…would that be a good thing or a bad thing?”

        “Is this one of those questions where there is no right answer?”

        “Oh no. There’s definitely a right answer and a wrong answer,” said Lucas.

        “It would be a good thing.”

        “There ya go, right answer! My bro has a Converse fetish too. He would love your Converse, he has like ten pair.”

        “A fetish, meaning, like a sexual fetish, or just his favorite kind of sneaker?”

        “Oh, a sexual fetish! He always jerks off naked in his chucks.”

        “He told you that?!” said Tom, astonished.

        “I’ve seen it dude. We didn’t grow up like you. Put it that way.”

        “That’s amazing. I’m never met anyone like you, Not even close. You are so open and direct.”

        “Thanks, bro. I’m consciously like that. How’s everyone supposed to love one another, and really communicate, if they aren’t open and direct? No game playing for me.”

        “You kinda scare me a bit, if I’m honest.”

        “You probably have reason to be scared considering how repressed you were raised. I’m super curious about you, to be honest.”

        “What’s to be curious about?”

        “Well, first of all, you are easily the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You might be the most beautiful person on the planet right now, I don’t think it’s possible to be more perfectly stunning.”

        Tom rolled his eyes a bit and turned red.

        “Most people would die to look like you, but I don’t think you like it so much.”

        “People try to give me things I don’t deserve.”

        “What?!”

        “I don’t mean it to be self-denigrating. For example, today in the bookstore I couldn’t find a text I need, but there were people ahead of me waiting to be helped. Well, this girl who works there passes them by and asks if she can help me. Of course I said ‘these people were first,’ but she looks put out and turns to this other dude and says ‘What can I get for you?’ in a way less sweet tone of voice.”

        “Ah, I see. That’s happened to me, way less often than to you, I’m sure. You can’t tell if people really care about you or if they just want to use you. They’re only responding to how you look on the outside, and it doesn’t matter what’s going on inside. The true authentic you.”

        “Yes! When I was a kid and trying to find lawns to mow, it didn’t matter if it was men or women, I always seemed to get the job. At the time I figured it was because they thought I was this little ‘go getter.’ But later, I realized that things weren’t so easy for some of my other friends. I was getting special attention, and I knew why. It made me work harder, to really do a good job on their lawn.”

        “You know, there are lots of people who would just take it all and just slide their way through life straight to the top.”

        “Well, that’s not me. I don’t know how to be inauthentic, to use your term. Senior year I was elected Homecoming King. Ugh, what a nightmare. Of course, I was expected to ask a girl to go with me, I couldn’t avoid it, and the whole school was talking about who I was going to ask. I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs down the hall, ‘I want to ask Ken Bradshaw! Ken Bradshaw, will you go to Homecoming with me?!”

        “You should have! He might have said ‘yes’!”

        “No, he wouldn’t have.”

        “No one thought you were gay.”

        “That’s true. But, anyway, this is Boone, North Carolina. And my parents…”

        “Oh yeah, that wouldn’t go over well with them.”

        “I ended up taking my friend Lisa. She’s not attractive on the outside, but she has an incredible heart and she’s super funny. No one was planning to ask her, and then she got to go with the Homecoming King. A few people wondered if I was gay after that. She and I will be friends forever, I hope. She’s the next person I should come out to. She wouldn’t tell anyone. She knows my parents.”

        “So, I take it, of course, you are a virgin to any kind of sex.”

        “Ha,” Tom smiled. “Not even close. Dude, I never even kissed anyone. Now I even think shit like, when I do kiss someone, I’m going to look like an idiot.”

        “Damn Tom, you are so uptight. Not to sound unhumble, but I think you hit the jackpot with your roommate. I’m gonna help you out a lot.”

        “Like, how’s that?”

        “Like, getting you to talk, telling your story, for one.”

        “Wow, that’s true. It feels really good to say all this out loud.”

        “And I could teach you how to kiss too if you want.”

        “What?!”

        “I’m a good kisser, if I do say so myself, I’d be a good teacher, too.”

        “Wait, I thought you were straight!”

        “I never said that. I said my brother is gay.”

        “So you are gay too?”

        “No, I’m somewhere in between. I’d say I’m Bi, but I don’t like that label really. I was mostly, not entirely, with girls in high school. When I bated to porn I noticed I’d like the guy sometimes more than the girl. My brother showed me his favorite gay porn and I was kinda into it. Guys in porn look like they are really into it, the girls like they are faking. That’s one thing that turns me on in sex for sure, just being with someone who is having a really good time!”

        Lucas was thinking about his summer job making crazy videos with his brother. He was certain at the time he’d never regret it, but now he wasn’t so sure. He would always have to keep this a secret from Tom and he hated keeping secrets.

        “That sounds kind of confusing,” said Tom.

        “Nah, it’s not so bad. Not if you are living in the moment and not trying to over analyze things. So…you want a kissing lesson?”

        “Okay.”

        “I’m looking forward to this, I’m not gonna lie.”

        “Me too,” said Tom.

        “Do I look like the kind of person you’d want to have your first kiss with?” Lucas asked.

        “Yes, for sure…but…”

        “But what?”

        “Could we not…go farther than that? Or will that just be teasing you?

        “Oh no, thanks for the question. We are only doing that for sure.”

        Lucas got up and sat next to Tom on his bed. He put his hand around the back of Tom’s neck, leaned in close and stared into his eyes.

        “Your eyes are so blue they almost glow. They’re outlined in black, with black streaks from the center.” He brushed his lips against Tom’s. “Open your mouth a little.” Tom relaxed his mouth and Lucas’ tongue slipped inside, but he found Tom didn’t know what to do with his own tongue. “Surrender your tongue bro.” Lucas took in Tom’s tongue and gently sucked on it. When Tom needed to breathe, he backed off.

        “You, OK?” Tom nodded yes.

        “You want to suck on my tongue?”

         “OK”

         “You have to go in and get it,” said Lucas, smiling.

        Tom entered Lucas’ mouth and took in his tongue in the same way Lucas had done for him. Lucas felt his cock had turned rock hard inside his shorts.

        “You still feel a little uptight to me,” said Lucas. “Do you feel horny? Feeling horny is a good thing. You can let yourself feel horny.”

        “I’m so horny, Lucas.” Lucas liked hearing his name. He could see that Tom’s cock was also swollen in his sweats.

“How about we try a little sexier kiss?” Tom nodded “OK,” even though he had no idea what Lucas meant. As they kissed again, Lucas dropped spit onto Tom’s tongue and swirled it around. They stayed locked for a long time.

“Wow,” said Tom finally, red-faced.

“Did you like that? Do I taste OK?”

“Is that…normal to kiss like that?”

“You mean, wet like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Not the first time probably. But we need to get you a little fast tracked. You’re behind,” said Lucas with a sexy smile. “You wanna try it? I’m so horny to taste you.”

They kissed again, and Lucas expected the awkwardness to continue, but Tom was relaxing and proving to be a quick study. After a few moments, Lucas felt a flood of Tom’s drool on his tongue. They played around with that until Lucas decided to spit it back to Tom, they played some more, and then Tom spit it back to Lucas who finally swallowed it.

“Mmmm…” murmured Lucas, “that was so fine!”

Tom just stared back, red faced and breathing deeply.

“Are you OK?” asked Lucas. “Your hands are kind of shaking.”

Tom nodded.

“Was that a good first kiss?”

“Dude…I can’t really talk…so much better than I thought.”

“I tell you what. How about we just lay here and cuddle for a while. With our clothes on. I can’t kiss you anymore, cause, you know, I’m a devil and I’ll want to take it farther.” Lucas leaned over and turned off the light on Tom’s desk. Then he pulled Tom down so they were lying side by side, and he guided Tom’s head to lie on his chest. He dragged his fingers through his thick black hair, over and over, so tenderly.

“No one ever hugged me before,” said Tom.

Tom felt Lucas hug him tighter and they laid together quietly like that for a long time until Lucas’ fingers went limp in his hair and his breathing turned into a soft snore. Tom pulled his head down so it was lying on his pillow, but his hand went up under Lucas’ tee shirt and he placed his palm on his warm skin as it rose and fell with each breath. He relaxed his body, imagining himself sinking into the mattress, trying to get his heartbeat to slow down. After it did, he fell asleep as well.

When Tom awoke, he saw his watch said 4:07am and Lucas had moved to his own bed. He got up to pee as he did once in the middle of every night, came back, took off his sweats and crawled under his sheets.

______________

It was approaching 9pm two nights later when Lucas heard the key in the door.

“Hey man,” said Tom. He dumped his backpack on his bed, sat down, laid back and let out a sigh.

“You had me kinda worried,” said Lucas.

“Really? Why?”

“I was thinking you were freaking out. You didn’t come in until after I was asleep last night. I had an early class today and you were still sleeping when I left, and then I thought you might be out late again.”

“Nope. Here I am. I’m not freaking out.”

“Are you sure?”

Tom put his palm over his eyes like he was thinking hard. He was quiet for awhile.

“No, that’s not true. I’m kinda freaking out. I have this studly roommate who is totally experienced…sexually…and then he kisses me! And I’m totally retarded, as in delayed development, not mentally deficient, in this way. I repressed all these kinds of feelings, but they are in there, and here I am next to you, and I’m way over my head. I have no idea how to process this. And I had my first test today so I stayed at the library until it closed and then I hung out at the student union. I can tell this situation could get painful to me, and you are my roommate, and if I get too overwhelmed it could impinge on my academics.”

“I won’t impinge on your academics, Tom. But I might impinge on your asshole.”

Tom laughed.

“Seriously, though,” Lucas continued, we haven’t had a normal conversation yet. I hear this intense story of your heinous family, you come out to me, I show you how to kiss, but I don’t even know anything about what your goals are here, or if you’re just exploring, academically, I mean.”

“I kind of have a plan, yeah. I’m going to major in chemistry, maybe chemical engineering, and then go to grad school to study atmospheric science. I wanna save the world from global warming. I’m a science geek. Even a weather geek, more specifically.”

“Wow, who knew geeks could be so sexy.”

“What about you? Do you have a plan?”

        “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna major in psych, but I’d also like to get a concentration in video editing and artificial intelligence,” said Lucas.

        “Psychology? You’d be a great psychologist! You’ve already helped me a lot.”

        Lucas was quiet for some moments, like he was thinking about where to go next.

        “I’m curious, what kind of bate fuel do you use?” he said finally.

        “’Bate fuel?’ Is this some kind of non sequitur?” asked Tom.

        “Huh? Non sequitur?”

        “That’s when you change the subject suddenly.”

        “Oh, good one. Nice vocabulary. But…yeah…what’s your favorite bate fuel?”

        “So that one I don’t know. What is ‘bate fuel’”?

        “You know, what kind of porn do you use when you jerk off? Or what kinds of fantasies.” Lucas was surprised he had to explain this.

        “Oh boy, here we go… Dude, I don’t jerk off.”

        “You never jerk off??!!,” said Lucas, stunned.

        “I did once. I was on the toilet and I got a boner. I started stroking it because it felt good, and the next thing I knew, I blew my load over my leg.”

        “Right. That’s exactly what a guy does. And then he does it again and again and again, until he becomes a teen masturbation zombie. I mean, it felt good, right?”

        “Of course, but…I was afraid of getting out of control and I was concentrating so hard on keeping control of my life.”

        “I see,” said Lucas. “Hmm. You know, I think it’s time for another lesson from your Satanic teacher.”

        “You do?” Tom asked.

        “Yes. A masturbation lesson. It’s clear Ma and Pa Anders have gotten into your head, even as independent minded as you are.”

        “I guess that’s understandable, right? Sometimes you don’t know what you don’t know,” explained Tom.

        “Are you willing to give up control to me for just a short while? I’ll give it all back, no worries.”

        “You mean, like, do anything you say?”

        “Yes. I won’t ask you to do anything too crazy. We’re just going to explore your sexuality.”

        “Lucas, I don’t even know where to start about that.”

        “I know. That’s why you don’t have to do anything. I’ll tell you everything.”

        “Um…well…OK, I guess. How much do you charge, Mr. sex therapist man?”

        “Oh, this is a freebie. I’m still doing my internship. But the truth is, I’m going to make you do whatever turns me on, so don’t worry, I’m paid in kind.”

        “Wow. This seems overwhelming. Over my head.”

        “Yes. Hopefully. OK, first I have to give you a pep talk,” explained Lucas. “Sex is fucking beautiful Tom. Your aim is to make yourself as horny as you possibly can, way, way down deep into the bate…masturbation…hole, to absolute maximum lust. You don’t have to hold yourself back. If something is turning you on, go there. I’m not going to judge you. But you absolutely must not cum before I say, OK?”

        “OK?”

        “If you feel yourself about to blow…HANDS OFF YOUR COCK!”

        “Alright.”

        “Now take off your clothes.”

        Tom complied, a bit slowly, until he was naked with a semi erection. He unconsciously kept his hands covering his crotch.

        “How do you feel right now?”

        “I feel kinda embarrassed. It’s weird standing naked in front of someone with their clothes on.”

        “You know what I’m thinking?” Lucas asked.

        “What? That you look like a fucking Greek God. It doesn’t seem possible. How can someone so incredibly handsome also have a body like that. Your skin…it’s too flawless.”

        “I eat my vegetables and drink lots of water,” Tom responded, trying to crack a joke.

        “No shit. Come over here closer to me. Pull back your foreskin.”

        Tom pulled back his skin to show a deep red cock head.

        “Fuck, I really wanna suck that. But I’m not touching you tonight. Tonight is about masturbation.”

        Lucas leaned over and grabbed a little box off his desk, sat it down beside him, and pulled out a black rubber ring.

        “Do you know what this is?” Lucas asked, handing it to Tom.

        “Um, I think this goes around my cock somehow?”

        “Yeah. It’s too bad you don’t have that magical power where you can see the history of an object by touching it. You’d see me doing some freaky things with that.”

        “It’s kinda greasy,” said Tom, and he sniffed it.

        “That’s from the Albo, a kind of lube.”

        “Stretch it out. Yeah, like that, and first put your boner through it...and now pull it around your balls and let it go. That’s gonna swell your boner extra hard. Now go put your Chucks back on.”

        Tom sat down on his bed, pulled his Converse on and stood back up.

        “How does my cock ring feel?”

        “I usually kinda hide my dick and now it feels like it’s the star attraction.”

        “It is the star attraction. Not your eyes or your sweet personality. This is all about your big fat penis boner Tom. You’re gonna pray to the Penis God and do what he wants. He wants to feel real, real good, and for you not to care if you look or act retarded.”

        “Fuck, I’m afraid to touch my cock actually. I’m so horny, I feel like I could blow immediately.”

        “Well, then just barely be touching your cock! Take a deep breath.”

        Tom inhaled a few lungful’s of air.

        “Now spit on your cock.”

        “Wow, dude, this is insane,” and he spit on his cock.

        “No, no, no. I’m sorry. My fault. What I mean is gather a whole mouthful of spit and drool it over your boner. Then smear it around for lube.”

        Tom drooled some spit over his cock, but it wasn’t quite enough.

        “Mind if I help you out?” Lucas asked.

        “No, Sir,” said Tom.

        Lucas ignored the “Sir,” got up and spit a huge wad onto Tom’s boner, swollen with veins from his cock ring. Tom smeared it around.

        “Grab it with your fist and stroke it up and down,” said Lucas, sitting back down.

        Tom did as he was told, but after just a few strokes, he let go.

        “Oh, that was close wasn’t it?

        Tom nodded.

        “Good boy.”

        “Thank you, Sir.”

        “Can a take a photo of you?” Lucas asked.

        “You said you were going to do whatever you want.”

        “Oh! Good answer!”

        Lucas picked up his phone.

        “Grab your cock and balls around my cock ring with your right hand. Get a bunch of spit on your tongue. Cross your eyes like a real retarded face and stick your tongue out and let the drool fall and hang down off your tongue.”

        Tom did as he was told and Lucas took a photo.

        “Fuck, I’m gonna be bating to this pic a lot I can tell.”

        “Thank you, Sir.”

        “You know what, I think I have an idea. I think I’m going to make a video of this.”

        “That’s your prerogative, Sir,” said Tom.

        Lucas set his iPhone upon a small easel he used when Facetiming and pressed record.

        “Do you think I’m sexy Tom?”

        “Oh, fuck yes!”

        “What do you like about me?” Lucas asked, noticing that Tom was taking care not to stroke his cock over the edge.

        “Um…you’re so fit and good looking, you’re a stud…and you’re so confident…and your mind is so…sexual…and, and I like the way you smell.”

        “You like the way I smell? Really? I never use deodorant.”

        Tom nodded, and Lucas stood back up and put his armpit in Tom’s face so he could get a good whiff. Tom inhale deep and swooned.

        “You know, I have an idea. I’ll be right back,” and Lucas disappeared into the closet momentarily and came back out holding some contraption in his hand. He wrapped a band around Tom’s head and then pulled two hooks over the top and slipped them in his nostrils so they pulled his nose up and spread the nostrils wide.

        “Now that’s a proper pig nose,” said Lucas and he lifted his arm for Tom to sniff some more. Tom inhaled Lucas’ pit odor and then snorted like a pig. Lucas laughed and squeezed his crotch for the first time.

        “You don’t look like the good upstanding young handsome man at the moment,” said Lucas.

        “I’m being a really bad boy, Sir.”

        Lucas sat back down on his bed.

        “Do you like being a bad boy?”

        “I like it a lot!” said Tom enthusiastically and he snorted again, slowly and gently rubbing his boner.

        “Make that stupid gooner face again.”

        Tom did, and he looked even stupider with his nostrils pulled wide. Lucas was glad the video was recording this.

        “Would you like to watch me jerk off with you?” Lucas asked.

        “Yes, please Sir!”

        Lucas pulled his shorts and underwear off and his cock sprang out.

        “Look I’m uncut like you.” Lucas played with this foreskin. “Someday you’ll get to suck on this cock if you make me proud and are a really bad boy.”

        “I’ll be a really bad boy!” said Tom, and he snorted again, loudly.

        “Have you ever seen an asshole, Tom?”

        “No, Sir.”

        “Seriously? Not in any porn or even your own?”

        “I never saw any anus, Sir.”

        “Would you like to see mine?”

        “Oh, fuck yes, please Sir!”

        Lucas leaned forward and grabbed a pair of Leo’s old high top orange chucks from under his bed and put them on. Then he pulled off his shirt.

        “How do I look naked in my chucks?”

        Tom snorted.

        “Say it in words.”

        “Even way sexier than I imagined.”

        Lucas leaned back and threw his legs back, exposing his hole. Tom stared in lustful fascination.

        “Describe how it looks,” said Lucas.

        “It’s dark reddish pink and there’s two lines of black hair along the sides. They look sweaty. Not that I have anything to compare, but I think it must be an exceptionally beautiful anus.”

        “Everyone notices those ‘two lines of black hair.’ I’m pretty proud of my hole. Would you like to touch it?”

        “Wow, yes!”

        “Go ahead. Touch it. With one finger.”

        With his right hand still on his cock, Tom’s left hand reached out and placed a finger directly on Lucas’ anus. Lucas moaned softly and started stroking his own cock.
        “Now sniff your finger.”

        Tom did as he was told.

        “How does it smell?” Lucas asked.

        Tom blushed full red.

        “Go ahead. Tell me how it smells.”

        “I guess it smells like dirty ass, Sir. Kinda like shit.”

        “Do you like that kind of smell? Being such a bad boy right now?”

        “I like everything from you, Sir.”

        Lucas thought of something else, reached over to his box, and pulled out a little brown bottle.

        “What’s that?” asked Tom.

        “It’s poppers. To sniff.” Lucas unscrewed the top, laid a finger to close one of his nostrils and inhaled the vapors with the other side. Then he handed the bottle to Tom. “Try it.”

        For the first time, Tom looked hesitant to follow Lucas’ orders.

        “Is that…like meth?” Tom asked.

        Lucas laughed.

        “No, no, no. It gives you a head rush for like 30 seconds. Then it goes away. It’s legal to sell. I bought it in a sex shop.”

        Tom picked up the bottle and copied exactly what Lucas had shown him. At first he didn’t seem to notice anything, but then a flush ran through him.

        “Whoa, that’s weird. It kinda changes your perception of things. For a second, I felt like I was one with you.”

        “Yup. But it also make an orgasm way more intense and last three times as long.” Lucas lifted his legs back to expose his hole again. “Now I want you to drop a huge fucking pool of spit right on top of my anus. Since you don’t have so much spit, stick your finger don’t your throat, not so much that you puke, but just gag. Then you’ll have way more spit.”

        Tom stuck his finger down his throat and gagged hard. Then he leaned over and drooled a heavy pool of spit right on top of Lucas’ hole. Feeling Tom’s spit slime on his ass and seeing the drool hanging down from his lip got Lucas close to the edge. He could blow whenever he wanted.

        “Check this out,” said Lucas, and he bared down and began blowing fart bubbles up through the spit.

        “Fuuuuuuuck,” was all Tom could manage to say.

        “Now this is what I’m gonna do next. I’m gonna hit the poppers, and I’m gonna squirt my cum in my face. But I want you to watch my asshole and my taint…the taint is the place between my hole and my balls. When I cum my hole is gonna twitch in and out, involuntarily. That’s when you’ll know I’m feeling really good. My taint will twitch too cause it’ll be pumpin my seed out hard. But you are NOT allowed to cum watching this.”

        “Seriously?! I can’t hold it much longer…Sir!”

        “You won’t have to.”

        Lucas inhaled deeply on the popper bottle, put the lid back on and set it down. Tom could see his face turning red. Then he took Tom’s spit on his asshole, smeared if over his cock and went to town.

        “I’m gonna blow right now! Put your finger on my asshole!”

        Tom put a finger on Lucas’ hole just as he began to cum, and pushed in just over his finger tip. Lucas was powerless to stop him, but Tom didn’t go further. Just a few minutes before, Tom had never seen an anus before and now one was clenching in orgasm around his finger. He could see Lucas’ taint heave as well, as each cum spurt squirted into Lucas’ face. After a short while he relaxed, spent.

        “OK, your turn,” said Lucas, picking up the popper bottle. He held it right under Tom’s left pig nosed nostril, and stuck his finger in the right one since it was pulled open.

        “Sniff,” Lucas ordered and Tom sniffed.

        “No, dude, inhale a huge long breath of the vapor deep into your lungs and hold your breath until I say to let it out. When you let it out, blow it slowly out your mouth. Then we will probably repeat this three times. OK, now inhale…that’s more like it!...Ok, now hold…hold…hold…hole…slowly let it out. Now repeat…that’s it, good boy…hold…hold…hold…slooooowly let it out. One more time…inhale, as far as you can, full lungful…hold…hold…and…blow it out…fuck yeah bro!”

        Tom swooned.

        “Your eyes are fucking glazed bro! Look at my iphone!...One more hit! One more! Inhale….that’s it hold it real long…Now bate your fucking gooner cock dude! Holy fuck, that’s it brother! That’s what it’s like way down in the fucking retarded gooner penis hole bro! Squirt your sperm right on top of my dirty anus Tom. Don’t miss brother, try real hard to aim it right there..” and Lucas tapped his hole.

        Tom began to orgasm. He stood on his tip toes but bent his knees and held onto Lucas’ ass for balance with his left hand as he stroked with his right. The veins on his neck bulged out, his face swelled and turned bright red around his glazed eyes as he held his breath. His tongue began to dart back and forth and finally curled up over his upper lip as drool fell over the lower lip. His handsomeness was buried beneath a twisted gooned out pig face. Somehow, he aimed his penis, strangled by Lucas’ cock ring, right over Lucas’ hole, and loop after loop of thick creamy cum flooded out the piss hole. Lucas was ready to scoop up the cum for a taste, but Tom began to keen to one side, so he jumped up to catch him and pulled him safely down to his side. He freed the nose hooks, tossed it aside, and slowly tickled Tom’s arms and back, making him shiver. After he was sure that Tom’s orgasm has subsided, he pulled him in, face to his chest, and held him like that until they were both asleep.

 

Truth Teller

 

         Lucas came back from the library at about 8:30 the following evening to find Tom working on his differential equations homework.

         “Hey, I’m glad you’re here,” said Lucas.

         “That’s good,” Tom replied. “I was thinking maybe you were avoiding me, like you thought I was the other day.” Tom was smiling. He didn’t really think that.

         “Oh, no, no, no. Far from it.” Lucas let out a long sigh and laid back on his bed. “I had a lot of work I needed to finish by tomorrow and so I stayed at the library. I wasn’t sure how well I’d be able to work here.”

         “Maybe we’ll have to alternate days for possession of the room for study time,” Tom said, trying to joke.

         “I’ve been possessed by this thought all day,” said Lucas after some quiet moments.

         “What thought is that?”

         “People who know me think I’m kind of a player. I guess I kinda thought that about myself, even. I never had a girlfriend or a guyfriend. I like to keep my options open. I can commit to a project or a plan, but not other people. Well…that’s not entirely true…my brother comes before everything. But Leo doesn’t feel like a commitment, he’s like a part of me...”

         “Lucas, I’m so green. Like I said, I’m over my head with you. We hardly know each other. I don’t expect a commit..”

         “Whoa, let me finish, OK?”

         “I’m sorry.”

         “No worries, green man.” Lucas smiled. “That was the first time you said something that sounded a little hillbilly. Anyway, dude, you’re something special.” Lucas looked up and made eye contact with Tom momentarily. “They say lightning can’t strike twice in the same place, and I know you know that’s false. There’s a million pictures of lightning striking the Empire State Building. But…really, I was thinking today I might never meet someone like you again. I don’t really know what to do about it.”

         “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” Tom asked.

         “What does it mean to be someone’s boyfriend?”

         “It means, that you don’t date anyone else? You don’t have sex with anyone else?”

         “Yeah, that’s what it usually means. I don’t care about that. It would be ridiculous for you to not explore your sexuality right after you come out. To only be with the first and only person you ever even kissed. I wouldn’t ask that of you.”

         “What does being a boyfriend mean to you?”

         “First off, to put it really simply, it means not lying. This seems like something so easy, but it’s not. It’s hard. Really hard. Like, right now I could see my Empire State Building collapsing in front of my very eyes. But I have to tell the truth.”

         “You did something really bad?”

         “Well, I don’t think I did anything bad, but 99.99 percent of most people would say so.”

         “I’m not so judgmental Lucas. Try me, maybe it’ll be OK.”

         “Last spring I met this guy who is a massage therapist. I had hurt my leg, and he thought maybe he could help. So, I went to him to get a massage, and I honestly can’t remember exactly how it happened, I mean, I got a boner, the dude is kinda sexy, and…well, he asks if he can make a video of him jerking me off from behind, and I said yes…”

         “…and now it’s all over the Internet.”

         “You’re gonna have to just let me tell this and try not to jump ahead.”

         “I’m sorry. I interrupted again.”

         “What happened was…he knows this guy who is a porn film producer/director, and he mentions it to me, like would I be interested in that? Well, I wasn’t really interested, but….oh! There it is! A lie! You see how easy it slips out?...I was interested, though a bit skeptical and afraid. I had been super turned on knowing that he was filming me jerk off and that he’d be jerking off watching me as much as he liked. So, I went to meet this director, and I did a “casting couch” video. He asked me questions and then I masturbated in front of him and two cameramen. Well, the same thing, it made me horny as fuck. I knew these guys were into me and would probably be jerking off themselves later watching the video they made. So, then I went back shortly after that and made a full jerkoff vid, meaning not a casting couch. I was in “my” bedroom, and they had me stuffing all kinds of things up my ass. Like ben wa balls and a banana. I found out that it does kinda feel good, but mostly, true to form, I was just horny showing my asshole. I’m mean, who does that, right? That’s supposed to be personal.”

         Lucas took a sip of water from a glass that was on the desk next to him.

         “They knew I had a twin brother. I think I told them he was gay and that he looked like me but was not identical. We went to see them and we did a casting couch with the two of us. The men who were behind all this financially were billionaires and they loved us apparently. They offered us $25,000 to do four more videos. They said they would not distribute them, but of course, we didn’t trust that at all. We were “warned” that the videos would be kinky, very edgy, maybe weird. The director wouldn’t say exactly how, I don’t think he was sure at the time, but that we might have to push ourselves a bit. I told him I wouldn’t do anything illegal.”

         “Did you ever meet these men?”

         “Leo met one later, but I never did. And as far as I know none of the videos have ever leaked out onto the internet.

“So far I’m not too appalled,” said Tom.

         “Yeah, well I haven’t gotten to the controversial part yet. For one, while we each made four more videos, there are only six total videos.”

         “Huh?”

         “C’mon smartypants.”

         “Oh! You made two together! Wow, that’s really taboo! Even for a hillbilly.”

         Lucas laughed.

         “Thank you for making a joke. I appreciate that. That’s one hurdle. The smallest one.”

         “Was it weird between you and Leo after that?”

         “Good question! No. We’ve always been super close and jerked off together quite often since we were thirteen or fourteen. He sucked me off too. He claims that he knew he was gay and that he contrived our sexual interactions. Looking back, I kinda see that, but I didn’t realize it at the time. I told you about our Dad already. We didn’t grow up thinking that stuff that made us feel good was bad. I’m sure this all seems weird to you.”

         “Actually, I was imagining having sex with you and Leo together. A menage-a-tois.”

         “Yeah. You should imagine that. Like I said, there’s so much for you to go through…”

         “Lucas, you’re only eighteen. How much vast experience can you have had?”

         “Ha. Remember you said that. Speaking of which, let me get back to my story. These videos are, in fact, super weird and kinky. Leo asked me if he thought we’d regret this later, and I was so certain that no, I won’t regret it. Anyone who would care, even professionally, would be someone I don’t want in my life. And boom. I go off to college and right away I run into a situation where I’m regretting it.”

         “Geez Lucas, I’m not freaking out at all yet. Wasn’t my “masturbation lesson” kind of on the kinky or “edgy” side, as you put it? I’m pretty sure that’s not how most dudes jerk off.”

         “You do have a point there.”

         “Was it hard or was it fun?”

         “It was hard. And really, really fun. I’m glad you aren’t freaking out, but you haven’t seen the videos.

         “I don’t have any moral issue about exchanging sex for money. I see people doing that kind of thing in other ways and I just see a bunch of hypocrites.”

         “Yeah, well, get this. In the end, Eli, the director, surprises us and says that our entire first year at college has been paid for, tuition and room and board. Our whole fucking year. So while you were working like a dog under the hot sun building a business to earn your way through school, I was fucking around with my brother on camera for billionaire pervs.”

         Tom looked skeptical.

         “Something doesn’t add up right. They just added this money at the end? They obviously want you to do more, thinking you’re beholden to them now. Or that what you did was so unbelievably freaky or illegal, and it’s like a hint to keep your mouth shut.”

         “Yes to freaky. No to illegal. No to keeping my mouth shut. And positively yes they hope we’ll do more later.”

         “Do you have access to these videos?”

         “Of course.”

         “Let me see for myself.”

         “Yes. That’s the only way, but I don’t want to watch you watch them. I’m going home this weekend. I’ll give you the links when I go. It’s not just one link, it’s one link for each video. It will give you time to think about it, to react without me being around.”

         “Right now my reaction is very horny,” said Tom, coming over to Lucas’ bed. “My penis turned hard and I don’t know what’s wrong with it. Do you have any ideas Mr. sex therapist man?”

         “You have to discharge some seminal fluid. That will probably help. Maybe I should have a look.”

         Tom pulled down his shorts, his enormous boner popped out, and he held it up to Lucas’ face for him to get a closer look.

         “Oh yeah, that will help for sure.”

         Lucas’ lips closed around Tom’s cock and his tongue slipped under the foreskin. It was salty and piss flavored. Tom began to fuck, pumping in and out of Lucas’ warm wet mouth with lots of tongue and no sign of teeth. He fell down onto the bed and held onto Lucas’ head fucking it. It didn’t take long before he was ready to cum and Lucas did not stop him this time but instead began to tickle his anus. Tom tensed, moaned softly into Lucas’ pillow and began to squirt his load, flooding the inside of Lucas’ mouth with his jizz.

         “Mmmm,” said Lucas, still fully clothed. “I have a mouthful of the best DNA on the planet. Yum.” He stuck out his tongue. Tom moved to kiss him, but Lucas swallowed so he could keep it all.

         “And I have the sexiest boyfriend on the planet…whoa, did I say “boyfriend”? I mean “not-boyfriend,” definitely not, just a friend…friend with benefits...someone I care about that’s not a boyfriend or partner or significant other, just my cool roommate dude who I hardly know before I go whoring myself out to anybody that will suck my dick..”

         “Shut up, smartypants.”

         Lucas pulled Tom down and stuck his tongue in Tom’s ear, making him laugh.

         “You’re the truth teller,” said Tom.

         “I’ll take that one. I am a truth teller. That’s my intention at least.”

 

 

         It was Saturday evening around 9pm and Lucas was lying next to Leo on Leo’s bed at their Dad’s. They had had breakfast that morning with Liam, Leo’s “kinda boyfriend,” who Lucas found super attractive, with ginger hair and bright blue eyes. In the afternoon Leo showed Lucas around the NC State campus and they walked around downtown Raleigh. Their Dad made steaks on the barbeque for dinner, and they sat outside watching a storm pass them by to the north. All day Lucas had periodically been checking his phone, trying not to be too rude.

         “I left yesterday at noon. Surely, he’s had time to see the videos by now, don’t you think?”

         “Who knows, bro? I never saw you like this before. You’re falling hard for this dude.”

         “I never felt remotely this way before. It’s like I’m possessed. It’s like

this amazing person was handed to me on a silver platter except I fucked it up before I even met him.”

         “Remind me why you felt it necessary to tell him?”

         “You know me. I don’t keep secrets. At least not from someone important. I felt like I wanted to take this to the next level, but it’s just impossible for me to do that with something crazy like what we did last summer hanging over my head like the Sword of Damocles…”

         “Ooo, I love when you make literary references,” said Leo, grabbing his crotch. “Tell me a myth about two Greek twins that were lovers…”

         Lucas smiled briefly.

         “I made you smile!” teased Leo.

         Lucas’ phone, sitting on the nightstand, chimed for the arrival of a text. He froze, afraid to look.

         “Pick it up bro!”

         Lucas picked up his phone, unlocked it, and saw that, indeed, the message was from Tom.

         “I had too much to tell you for a text, so I just sent you an email. You should have it now,” Lucas read aloud.

         “Fuck, fuck, fuck! That’s gotta be bad! That’s so cold!”

         “Lucas, for fuck’s sake, take a deep breath, just read the email.”

         “I can’t.”

         “Here, I’ll read it.” Leo took Lucas’ phone from him and pulled up his gmail.

         “Whoa, this thing is long!”

Hey Lucas, Holy shit, I can’t believe what happened to me today. It’s unbelievable. Get ready for story time. I’ll tell the whole truth as it happened. So, after you left, I spent most of the afternoon, after chem lab, in the library. When I got back to the room, I braced myself for your freaky porn vids, wondering what I was going to see that was so bad. So incredible that someone would pay for a year of your college, plus thousands of dollars. First up, your casting couch vid. Holy fuck, that was horny, you “perv”. You literally branded yourself. It was similar to what you did with me. I liked it. Then your video with Leo fucking you and pissing in your face with the ball gag.You blew snots out your nose. It was overwhelming. I didn’t know what to think. I was stroking my cock the whole time, but I didn’t want to come. Is that gooning? Next, the video of Leo the Electric man. I watch that whole sick thing and my boner was seriously about to explode, so I went and borrowed your little brown bottle and watched Leo bate and accidentally hang himself. Leo looks so beautiful with an awesome body just like you. I waited until he started to cum and his eyes were bulging out and the drool falling off his tongue, and I sniffed the poppers and came massively. That was so demented! Why did that turn me on? Fuck, is there some deep very dark part of me I don’t know about? But I can’t be alone because I wasn’t the one to think up this vid or act in it. Are you mad I came watching Leo? I was a little disturbed, but I spent about three hours working on my lab write up and I finished it, but I was already getting horny again so I went to the next link. Dude, a whole video dedicated to your asshole! I’m gonna say, for what it’s worth, I would gobble that banana right up. Then blowing all that air up your butt with that rubber bulb thingy and then massively farting. You are a very dirty boy Lucas Rossi! It’s like I stuffed all my feelings inside and then you come along and blow it apart like a hydrogen bomb. It’s a good thing I’m not finding my classes that hard right now! Alright, cue in the next video. FUCK. This was the video I was precisely hoping NOT to find. I can’t abide using a child, I don’t care if these billionaires gave you a million dollars. I tried to keep watching, just to make sure of what I was seeing. Then I closed the laptop. I had this incredible feeling of disappointment, like everything crashing down around me. I was about to cry, but I didn’t want to cry because I was so angry. I got up and walked outside and entirely around the campus, it was still light out, and I was hungry so I thought I’d get something to eat at the student union café. As I was walking in, some people were coming out, and out of the corner of my eye I see a face I recognize. Where do I know that guy from? Somebody from my neighborhood back home? Huh. Then it hit me. I ran out the building and I could still see him saying goodbye to his friends at the end of the block. I caught up to him, and, let me try to paraphrase the conversation:

Me: Hey, excuse me, sorry to bother you, but I think you might know my friend Lucas.

Him: Lucas? Lucas who?

Me: Lucas Rossi.

Him: Oh! Yes, I know him. How did you know I know him? (I hesitated here) Did you see a video of him and me?!

Me: Yes. What are you doing here on campus? Where’s your family?

Him: Oh, I can see where this is heading! Did he tell you I was a kid? Who are you even?

Me: I’m his boyfriend.

Him: Ah-ha! Wow, didn’t he get the prize! But are you saying he let you think he made porn with a…what?...twelve year old? That’s fucked up!

Me: He didn’t say actually.

(At this point he pulls out his wallet and shows me his driver’s license (!) and UNC Id.)

Him: I have an endocrine issue. It’s hereditary. Very late puberty, but it’s starting now. Maybe in a year I can start playing adult roles!

Me: Adult roles?

Him: Yes, I’m a theater major.

I went back to the room in a state of shock over this synchronicity. How did I run into him out in the world at that exact moment? Maybe there is a God! (a devilish one?). My world was no longer crashing around me. Maybe we can save this. It was a bad decision to have me look at these videos first, so you wouldn’t have to see my reaction, just to explain it later. Part of truth telling is not leaving stuff out. It’s being brave about what you’ve done. I’m not watching the last two vids you gave me links for. I prefer to see those the right way.

         “Give me my phone,” said Lucas.

         “You’re going to call him now?!” Leo handed the phone to his brother.

         “I have to.”

         Tom was at his desk in their dorm room when he saw the Facetime call from Lucas.

         “Hey Lucas.”

         “Tom, I’m sooooo sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t warn you enough. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to watch them with you.”

         “Isn’t that how people start lying? They aren’t brave enough?”

         “That’s how.”

         “I forgive you. Now tell me what’s in the last two videos.”

         “Are you sure you need to see them?”

         “For sure I do, yes.”

         “The second to last one is sado-masochism. I’m the top. I’m sure I look super authentically sadistic, and I’ll admit, I was having some fun for that reason, but mostly it was the fact I was doing it on camera.”

         “He made my ass bleed, Tom!”

         “Shut up, Leo.”

         “That’s not anything I ever need to do with you, just so you know,” said Lucas.

         “No worries,” said Tom “and judging by the other videos, I’m sure it’s convincing.’

         “Yes. It looks convincing. The last video could be a problem though, uuugghhh….it’s a pretty shitty video…”

         Tom could hear Leo laughing in the background.

         “Actually, shitty?” Tom asked.

         “Yes, actually.”

         “Don’t forget you puked!” Leo interjected. “The whole lasagna lunch Eli made for us beforehand.”

         “Jesus, Leo, shut up!”

         “Did you really do that? That’s so rude Lucas,” said Tom.

         “Are you making a joke right now?” Lucas asked.

         Tom smiled.

         “Oh my God, thank you! Holy fuck, you think we can still make it work?” Lucas was on the floor holding his phone on his bed like a boy saying his prayers.

         “I hope so,” said Tom.

         “Dude, I love you right now. I thought for sure this would all be too much for you.”

         “Do you really think I’m sexy Tom?” yelled Leo. “Did you really cum watching me?”

         “You’re super sexy Leo! You guys really do look alike.”

         “Leo, for fuck sake, can’t you see we’re having an important moment here?”

         “Lucas, don’t you have a paper due on Monday? Have you worked on that?”

         “I have it outlined. It’s on Eisenstein and early Russian film making. It’s something I know a lot about actually. I can bang it out now. I feel better.”

         “Me too. Text me when you leave to come back.”

         “OK, bye Tom.”

         “Bye, Tom! Nice meeting you!” said Leo.

         “Nice meeting you too Leo!” Tom answered back, before hanging up.

         “Jesus, that guy isn’t just beautiful and smart, he’s liberal as fuck. Are you sure he has no experience? He was unbelievably unjudgmental about all that. I’m so fucking jealous. You really need to keep that guy Lucas.”

         “I intend to try.”

 

         Lucas entered his dorm room, saw Tom was there at his desk, and threw his bag on his bed.

         “Hey Lucas.”

         Lucas walked over to Tom, took him by the hand, pulled him up, and wrapped him in a tight embrace. They stood there awhile, Lucas’ lips resting on Tom’s neck, inhaling his scent. Then he let go and looked Tom in the eye.

         “How do you really feel after watching all that craziness? Should I really keep my hopes up?”

         “Yes, you should keep your hopes up.”

          “Honestly, are you really as inexperienced as you said?” Lucas asked. “This is your ‘get out of jail free card.’  You only jerked off one time? Is that true? Because when we had sex before, you seemed like you slid into that frame of mind so easily. And you also seem so nonplussed at the extremely freaky videos Leo and I did.”

         “I told you the truth, I swear. I only jerked off once before I came here, just like I said. The only thing I found disturbing, as I told you, was with Puck, the “kid”. Truthfully, that does still bother me a bit because at least one of the rich dudes is into that shit. It’s encouraging, even if it’s not actually anything illegal.”

         “I see your point…but the last video….?....I was pretty sure that was gonna be too much. You would lose your attraction to me. You’d be too disgusted. That’s the one I worried about the most. Did you watch it?”

         “I did. Let’s sit down.”

         Tom sat back and leaned back against his pillow. Lucas sat upright, with his hand on Tom’s knee.

         “Lucas, even though I had no experience, doesn’t mean I didn’t fantasize about things. And my fantasies were pretty out there. I just didn’t masturbate about them. I was afraid my carefully repressed life could spin out of control before I had the chance to leave. But now the genies out of the bottle and I’m met this hot freaky dude and, yeah, I’m a bit out of control. I jerked off twice on Friday and three times on Saturday.”

         “How many today?”

         “None. I was resting my dick for you.” Tom smiled. “I guess I need to tell you a bit more about me. There’s a reason why I was sitting on the toilet the only time I jerked off before. Well, hmmm, let me tell this right. I wasn’t actually sitting on the toilet. I was next to the toilet. I had a mirror and I was squatting down so I could watch my turd press out my ass. It plopped on the bathroom floor and I was so horny that I blew my load right on top of it. I was kind of appalled and frightened that I did something like that. How could such a good boy be so bad? So I just pushed all my feelings back down, consciously really, knowing there would be a day I wouldn’t have to do that anymore.”

         “Wow! So actually, you’re into scat?”

         “Scat?”

         “Shit.”

         “I guess it turns me on a lot. I especially loved that last video, is what I’m saying. Holy fuck. That was the horniest thing I ever saw. So, you didn’t need to worried that anything you did was too extreme. The second time I watched it I put on your pig nose thing.”

         “Damn. So after your whole sweet childhood, I get to be the receptacle of the dirty fantasies of your supreme gorgeousness?”

         “If you want.”

         “Take off your clothes. Of course, leave my orange Chucks on. Or those are Leo’s Chucks actually.”

         Tom did as he was told.

         “Now go get my ‘pig nose thing.’ That really makes you a hot little pig. Now squat next to my bed and push out a turd.”

         “Seriously?”

         “Seriously.”

         “I can try…”

         Tom put the head gear on and stuck out his tongue. Then he squatted down, spread his ass cheeks apart and pushed. Nothing. He grunted hard, tried again, and a log peaked out his anus this time.

         “OK. Here goes.”

         Tom bared down hard and a small turd slid out his ass.

         “Bust your load over it.”

         Tom turned around, rigid boner in hand, and began to stroke madly. Lucas walked over and hack up spit and phlegm and spit it out over Tom’s cock.

         “Smear it around.”

         Tom smeared the mucus around and began to fuck his hand. In no time, he was ready to cum.

         “I’m gonna blow!”

         “Squirt it, Tom!” Lucas reached around and tickled Tom’s dirty hole, which twitched as he shot his sperm.

         “Look at the mess you made,” admonished Lucas, mockingly.

         “I’m so sorry. I’m a dirty boy.”

         “Yes you are. Clean that up.”

         Tom hesitated momentarily, then reached down and picked up the still warm little turd and threw it in the toilet. He came back out with some toilet paper and cleaned up the floor.

         “How come you didn’t cum with me?” asked Tom.

         “I just wanted to see if you’d do what I said. To see if you are still mine.”

         “That’s funny. I hope you aren’t mad, but I spewed three other loads on your black chucks while you were gone. I wanted to mark ‘em. To show that you belonged to me.”

         Lucas smiled. “Let’s take a shower,” he said.

         Lucas stripped and they both got under the water for the first time. They kissed and soaped each other up, hands up and down on their slippery skin. Lucas had a soft cover of short black chest hair; Tom was mostly smooth except for the trail that grew under his bellybutton. They both grew hard, Tom for the umpteenth time that day.

         “I’m so happy,” said Tom. “I can’t believe I went to college and fate just dumped you right in my lap...I don’t know what to expect…if you have to let me down, do it gently, OK?”

         “You’re way more likely to be letting me down.”

         “No way. You heard my story. Nothing about me is unreliable. I like to make real goals and stick to them.”

         Lucas leaned in to whisper in Tom’s ear: “I feel like I love you.”

         “I feel like I love you too,” said Tom. “Or something really deep.”

 

The Surprise Visitor

 

On a Friday two weeks later, Lucas texted Tom that he should come back to the room so maybe they could have some fun before dinner. Tom arrived soon  after to find Lucas sitting at his desk listening to NPR.

 

      "Are you horny, babe?” asked Tom.

"I’m in a constant state of horny, you know that.” 

Lucas got up and they tongue kissed.

“Well, I’ve been horny too, wondering why you asked me not to take a

dump this morning.”

Lucas smile devilishly.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to trust me a bit. Is that cool?”

“I trust you, but I’m pretty curious what’s up your sleeve…”

“The first thing is to take this t shirt off,” Lucas said as he pulled Tom’s shirt off over his head. “Damn, you have some pit sweat there.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not allowed to use deodorant anymore.”

“It smells so good too. Now here’s a surprising part. I’m gonna blindfold ya.”

Lucas slipped a blindfold over Tom’s face.

“Can you see anything?”

“Just a tiny bit of light around the edges.”

“Hmmm, let’s take care of that just to be sure. I’m tying a bandana over the blindfold. How’s it now?”

“Pitch black darkness.”

“Now strip completely naked. Ditch the Chucks to get your jeans off, oh, look at that a nice boner already. That’s good, OK, here sit down on your bed

and put your Chucks back on. OK, now hold my arm, we are going into the bathroom.”

As they entered the bathroom, Lucas nodded to his brother Leo who was sitting naked on the floor, except for his Chucks of course, black leather.

Leo was stroking his already boned cock with his right hand and his phone set to video in his left.

“Alright, bend down until you can feel the toilet. You got it? Feel the rim, don’t worry, it’s clean, face the wall, that way, uh huh. Now step up, I’ll put your foot up on the rim, oh that’s good, now the other foot. Awesome, now careful you don’t fall in.”

         “Lucas, what’s going on? Are you making a video?”

“Maaaaaybeee….”

“Just for us, right?”

“Just for us, babe.” Lucas winked at his brother. “I don’t want you to be recognizable though, just in case,” he added, whispering in his ear.

“I’m not sure what you want.”

“Hmmm…make the video that you’d like to see, being the twisted filthy pig you are. A most beautiful pig.”

Lucas stripped off his shorts and got down on the floor right next to his brother.

Tom squatted and stuck his ass out.

“Can you see my anus lips? Are the pubes in my ass crack wet? They

feel sweaty.”

“You look ripe, bro.”

“How’s my hole look when I push out?”

Tom pushed his hole out and the anus lips swelled. He tugged on his ass cheek with his right hand and the red membrane inside was exposed. Suddenly, Tom bored down and a loud and long fart resounded in the bathroom. Leo mouthed “Oh my fucking God” and made a thumbs up gesture; he was so enraptured by what he saw that he forgot to stroke his cock.

“Fuck ya, bro,” said Lucas.

“Sniff it Lucas. See if it’s ripe.”

“Sure, babe.”

Lucas pointed for Leo to go and Leo leaned forward, buried his face in

Tom’s ass crack, and sniffed.

“Whoa, bro, you reek.”

“I need to dump this shit log. I’ve been needing to do that since this morning. I can tell it’s gonna stretch my butthole.”

“Anytime, bro. Birth that log.”

Tom pushed, his hole swelled, and he relaxed again. Round two, and his anus lips parted and the log crowned. He was stroking his cock too, pushing it down so Lucas could get a good view from behind.

“Get ready, cause here it comes,” Tom warned.

Tom grunted and the turd popped out an inch. One more and the gigantic shit log began to slide.

“Uuuuggggggghhhhhhhh….”

The foot long turd hung together and slipped into the water with barely a splash. A fierce piss stream followed, some of it landing on his Chucks, and some also splashing onto the rim and the bathroom floor.

“Fuck that felt good! Now you wanna lick my ass clean?”

Lucas raised his eyebrows in surprise. He wasn’t prepared for this. He glanced at his brother and Leo nodded “Yes!”

“I’ll give it a try babe. That was really hot!”

Leo leaned forward and pulled Tom ass apart. His anus was bright red with some shit smears in the grooves. He sniffed his hole.

“How’s that smell, Lucas?” Tom asked.

“It smells like shit!” he replied.

Leo tickled around the anus with the tip of his tongue, making Tom squirm, and then he dove in, licking off the shit smears and snaking his tongue inside.

“Aw, fuck, that feels good! Fuck ya, get your tongue up there bro!”

Tom blew another small fart, this time into Leo’s mouth.

“Bro, I’m not gonna last much longer!” Tom warned.

Lucas pulled Leo back. He couldn’t talk when Leo’s mouth on Tom’s hole.

“Tell me before you cum.”

Leo went back in, transfixed like a zombie, overwhelmed by lust, he sucked the blood into Tom’s hole, making it swell even more.

“Bro, I could come now honestly. I wanna come now.”

 

Lucas pulled Leo back again. They had discussed how this part might go, and Lucas wanted to video Tom’s hole when he came.

“Blow your load, babe! I’m gonna video it. I wanna get your hole when you cum.”

“Here goes!”

Tom let out a long growl and his hole and taint started to twitch, followed by at least nine pulses of sperm that spewed out onto the raised toilet seat and into the bowl where the turd and the bubbly piss water sat unflushed.

“Fuck! Fuuuuuck! So fucking hot babe!”

Tom slowly regained control of himself, breathing deeply, enjoying the lasts electric spasms of his orgasm up and down his arms.

“Wow, that was intense….can you help me down?” he said, not knowing how close he was to falling off and maybe plunging his foot into the toiletwater. Lucas took his arm and Tom slowly stepped off the rim.

“Wait til you see this video,” Lucas said.

“That was horny being blindfolded!”

“Ya, babe?”

Leo stepped closer, gently grabbed the back of Tom’s neck and went in for a kiss. Their lips opened and Leo’s tongue entered Tom’s mouth. They had barely begun to kiss when, suddenly, Tom jerked back, confused.

“Lucas?...Who am I kissing?”

“Pull off the blindfold.”

Tom was ready to be pissed. He pulled off the bandana and then the eye mask. But his angry expression melted into a smile when he saw Leo was with them. He looked at Lucas and pointed his finger like a school teacher reprimanding a student.

“You were almost about to be in a whole lot of trouble Lucas Rossi!”

“I knew this would be an exception,” said Lucas smiling back. “Tom, this is my brother Leo, Leo, this is my boyfriend, Tom.”

     “I’d probably be weird shaking hands like a normal introduction after you just ate my dirty ass and then kissed me,” said Tom.

“Holy Mother of FUCK!” said Leo. ”You’re even more beautiful in real life! Oh, my fucking God, that’s insane! Your eyes are like Blueish-grey, except it looks like they glow.”

Tom rolled his beautiful eyes. He really didn’t like the way everything was always about his looks.

“His irises are rimmed in black,” said Lucas.

“Dude,” said Leo looking at Tom, “that was the horniest fucking thing in my whole fucking life by far! I can pretty much say that nothing that ever happens for the rest of my life will be that horny!”

“Did you get it on video?” Tom asked

“I better have!”

Tom then looked at his feet surprised.

“Wait, whose Chucks are these?”

Tom had on gold high top Converse that he had never seen. He had sprayed some piss on the left shoe.

“They’re mine,” said Leo.

“I switched ‘em up after I blindfolded you.”

“You did that to make a hornier video for your brother? For his Converse fetish?”

“That’s right!”

“Damn, you’re a considerate brother Lucas.”

“I’m hoping he’s gonna continue being considerate,” said Leo.

“I know I look nice,” said Tom, “but really, I’m just a horny pig, or at least your brother is tryin’ to help me be one. Did you like the taste of my shitty ass?”

“Dude, honestly, if I was around, you’d never have to spend another dime on toilet paper.”

“Settle down, bro,” said Lucas.

 

“Show me the video.”

Leo lifted his phone so Tom could see, and they watched what Tom had done just three minutes earlier.

“Fuck, that’s a massive turd, I’m pretty proud of that honestly,” Tom said seriously, as ridiculous as that sounded.

“It’s one giant fuck you to the good little boy you had to be your whole childhood,” explained Lucas.

“Your brother has me all figured out already,” Tom said to Leo. “He’s gonna be an amazing sex therapist.”

“Thank you. And right now I can read my brother’s mind and he just wants to keep kissing you.”

“Oh yeah?” Tom responded and leaned in again. They smashed face for a couple more minutes as Lucas watched, gently stroking his boner.

“Just to add to the pervy ambience, I wouldn’t mind watching my boyfriend kiss his almost identical looking twin brother,” suggested Tom.

“Hell ya, that’s no problem,” said Leo. “And since we didn’t cum yet, maybe you can suck us both off. I know I have a good load I can feed ya.”

Leo pulled Lucas in, their mouths opened and they began swapping spit and tongue.

“Fuck, that’s horny! Appalachia follows me to the big city."

Tom knelt down, took Lucas in his mouth and began to suck as he already knew Lucas liked, with lots of spit, tickling under the foreskin, thendiving in deep. Lucas rocked his hips, his hand around Leo’s neck as they continued to kiss. Then Tom turned to Leo’s nearly identical cock and beganto blow. Leo moaned “fuck,” gripped Tom’s head and started to fuck. In his enthusiasm, he pushed in deep, causing Tom to choke. Lucas was a bit confused about watching his brother throat fuck his boyfriend and there was another part of him that felt protective of Tom. But he decided to abandon those thoughts and dive deeper into his lust. He picked up Leo’s phone and resumed filming.

“Fuck him, Leo. Make him puke if you want.”

“Fuck ya!” cried Leo. He leaned in, mounted Tom’s head, and began to buck like he fucked his pillow when he was fifteen, like a wild dog in an alley way fucks a bitch in heat. Tom gagged and phlegm and spit spilled onto Leo’s cock. Leo then fucked harder, penetrated entirely, held Tom’s face deep in his pubes and only let up when Tom blew out his nose and began to gasp. When he pulled back watery puke poured out Tom’s mouth.

“Holy fuck yeah!” said Lucas as he leaned in and scooped up some of the mess to lube his cock.

Still, Leo didn’t let up thrusting hard into Tom’s pretty face until heheaved and his dinner came pouring out. Leo stared down and what he haddone, the mess all over his pubes, down his legs, and onto the floor. All three pairs of their Chucks were splattered. Right on the edge of cumming, he fucked in and out more gently now, with Tom’s lips tight around his cock, until he began to orgasm and loops of his sperm shot into Tom’s mouth. When hepulled out, Tom licked his lips and smiled.

“My turn! I’m gonna blow soon!” said Lucas.

He set the phone back onto the sink, took Tom’s head and slid his cock into his filthy mouth. Puke was dripping off his chin, his eyes watered over,

and his tongue curled underneath Lucas’ boner.

“Oh, dude, seriously, are you ready for another load?”

Tom mumbled something that sounded like “feed me,” and Lucas did, squirting another hot load in under a minute for Tom to gobble down.

“Holy mother of fuck,” Lucas said when the final electric waves of his orgasm settled down. His brother was trying not to laugh, partly from the carnage of the wild scene, partly in pure happiness. Lucas picked up Leo’s phone from the sink.

“Smile!” he said, and Tom flashed his perfect teeth.

Lucas then grabbed a clean hand towel off the shelf, doused it in water and handed it to Tom who tried to wipe up the mess. When he went to clean off the gold Chucks he was wearing, Leo told him to leave it, as a souvenir. Lucas took the towel, threw it in the sink, and when Tom stood up, Lucas pulled him in and kissed his filthy mouth.

“That’s right. You had the chicken alfredo,” Lucas observed.

         They laughed

“Was that a nice surprise?” Lucas asked him.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Tom answered.

“You and my brother are a perfect match.”

At this, Leo’s eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically.

“We are both nasty pigs apparently!” Tom agreed. “But you are mine, hopefully, forever.”

Leo’s smile deflated a bit.

“How about we all jump in the shower?”

“I’ll take care of all the messy Chucks,” volunteered Leo.

A few minutes later they were soaping each other up and exchanging places under the hot water. Tom filled his mouth and gargled for a long time before spitting it down the drain.

“Leo isn’t usually this quiet,” said Lucas.

“I’m in awe of what just happened! I’m speechless. I would say I could die now, but then I wouldn’t have the rest of my life to remember it,” Leo said, speaking up.

“Your brother is spoiling me. I’m thinking that all my fantasies can just manifest as I want. Probably that’s not what happens to most people.”

“Definitely not,” Lucas affirmed.

“You don’t have a twin brother also, do you?” Leo asked.

“I wish! I always wanted one. He’d be all yours.”

Leo glanced at Lucas, made eye contact as if to ask permission, and kissed Tom again, this time with a cleaner mouth.

For the next few hours, they cuddled together on Lucas’ bed and watched Star Trek Voyager, eating delivery pizza since they missed dinner. Then they vowed that they’d each separate the next day and spend all morning and afternoon studying. When they were ready to sleep, Lucas moved across the room with Tom, cuddled under the sheets and fell asleep.

 

Tom Anders Puts Out

 

One week later, Lucas was studying for his psychology midterm when

he got a phone call from Eli.

“Hey Eli, how are you? What’s up?”

“I was wondering when you might be back in the Triangle. Any plans to

come home over the Holidays?”

“Yeah, I’m planning on it. I have a boyfriend and I’m taking him home to

show him where I grew up and meet my dad. Leo came down to Charlotte and

already met him.”

“A boyfriend! Interesting! I would like to meet him, but I was wondering

about you doing more work for me. I imagine having a boyfriend could

complicate things. You probably don’t want him to know about the videos you

made.”

“No, actually, he knows about it and even watched the videos. I can’t lie

or keep secrets, but it turns out he was cool with it. He’s sitting six feet from

me right now.” Lucas winked at Tom.

“Wow, then bring him by, by all means.”

“I don’t mean to imply that he would want to make any videos, and

frankly, I’m not sure I want to either.”

“OK, no worries. I’ll just put things on the table, and you can see how

you feel about it. Is Leo at Chapel Hill?”

“Yup. You want him to come too?”

“I’ll get back to you on that. But I think that I’d like to just meet up with

you and your new boyfriend. Leo is easier for me to meet with any time.”

 

A week and a half later, Lucas and Tom arrived at Eli’s studio.

“Hey Eli, how’s it goin? This is my boyfriend Tom, Tom this is Eli, the

director of the videos Leo and I made.”

“Come on in boys,” said Eli, and ushered them into the conference room

next to his office. They exchanged pleasantries and talked about school and

the Holiday and meeting Lucas’ Dad. Eli did his best to be nonchalant and

pretend that he wasn’t shocked by Tom’s incredible appearance.

“So, regarding why you are here today…First, can we talk about you

Tom?”

“Sure, what do you want to know?”

“Were you thinking of asking me if you make some good cash making

videos also?”

“Maybe. I was wondering about it.”

“I’m going to be totally frank. Of course, I’d want you to work for me as

Lucas and Leo have, but not being a person of no scruples, I’d be remiss if I

didn’t say that might not be the best decision for you.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you should be heading to New York with a modeling portfolio.

You have to be the handsomest man I’ve ever seen. There are thousands of

guys trying to make it into modeling every year, but I can almost assure you

that with your eyes alone you’d go straight to the head of the line.”

“Oh, thank you, but I have no interest in doing that. I’ve already been

given privileges and gratuities based on my looks and I don’t like it honestly.”

“Tom is studying chemistry, atmospheric chemistry to be specific, and

wants to pursue the climate change issue by working on how to sequester the

CO2 we have dumped, and continue to dump, into the atmosphere,”

explained Lucas.

“Huh. This just gets better. How did you find this guy Lucas?”

“We are roommates! The computer threw us together randomly, I

presume.”

“That’s some lucky shit.”

“For me it was at least! Lucas is one of the coolest and best people I

ever met,” said Tom.

“Do you have family Tom?”

“No. My parents are horrible. They will disown me as soon as they find

out I’m gay. I have an older sister I never speak to.”

“Any political aspirations? You know, to solve the climate crisis.”

“No. I’m too honest to be a politician. I want to approach it from an

entirely scientific point of view.”

“So, you’re gay?”

“Totally gay, yes.”

“How much do you need the money?”

“Well, I am good to the end of my first year, but I’m going to have to

figure out what to do about the next few years. Talking about college tuition, I

mean.”

“I guess if you watched the videos, you are aware that I’m not creating a

vanilla product here. I’m making porn that is kinky or a bit twisted. I find that

men are willing to pay more for that. How would you describe your sexuality,

aside from being gay?”

“I’m not sure I’ve put this into words before, and I don’t have much

sexual experience outside of Lucas, but my fantasies are about being

degraded, humiliated, abused, being forced to do freaky things, shocking

things, dirty things, weird things.”

Eli sat flabbergasted, partly in surprise at how straight forward and

honest Tom was, and partly in shock at his luck.

“I have a couple of home videos I made. Want to see them?” said

Lucas.

“Sure.”

First Lucas showed Eli the video where Tom became a pig nosed

goontard. Then he played the video Leo made of Tom taking a dump.

“Well, that is very definitely not vanilla! What do you think about this

Lucas?”

“He’s not vanilla at all. He’s the guy in the video, that’s authentic. And I

love having a boyfriend that’s twisted sexually. Whether or not I’d recommend

him doing this might depends a bit on the finances. I’d like to see him more

secure. He’s really smart. He needs to continue in school.”

“What about him being with other boys? Could that hurt your

relationship?”

“You know I think that lying is what hurts relationships. Lying to yourself

first. Then lying to others. We have to be careful to check ourselves for that. I

value him as my boyfriend above all. I’d like to be with him forever. But sexual

exclusivity is not something I need.”

“And I want to be with Lucas forever,” said Tom smiling.

“Do you want to conduct a casting couch situation? I know you usually

do that first,” asked Lucas.

Eli tried to hide his surprise at Lucas’ suggestion.

“That would definitely be advisable,” said Eli, smiling wryly. “Do you

know what that is, Tom?”

“You want me to take my clothes off? Maybe masturbate?”

“Yes, right here, now. Put on a show. But don’t try to imagine what will

turn me on. You don’t know me after all. Do what turns you on. The biggest

mistake a porn director makes is ignoring what makes the models horny.

Horny models make the best porn.”

“Sounds good,” said Tom, standing up. He stripped off his t-shirt, shorts,

and underwear. He was already swole.

“Do you mind if I keep my orange Chucks on, Sir? They make me horny.”

“Yes, for sure you can do that.”

Tom flexed, tickled his nipples, and stroked his cock until it was a

complete boner.

“You’re fucking beautiful Tom.”

“Thank you, Sir, it’s exciting masturbating for you.”

Tom then stood up on the table, towering over Lucas and Eli.

“My armpits are kinda stinky, Sir. You want to sniff them?”

“Hell yeah,” said Eli, and Tom got down on his hands and knees and

pushed his armpits into Eli’s face. Eli took a deep sniff and a look of stoned

pleasure passed over his face.

“Do you want to stroke your boner too, Sir?”

Eli unzipped his pants and his erection popped out. He took it in his fist

and started to stroke.

“Would it be OK if I kissed you Sir?”

“It would be OK,” Eli answered, surprised, and Tom leaned over, took Eli

around the neck and pressed their lips together. His tongue entered Eli’s

mouth along with lots of spit.

“Do you like wet kisses, Sir?”

“Fuck yes, it’s the best.”

Watching this made Lucas horny and he dropped his shorts and began

To stroke as well.

“Can you stick out your tongue, Sir?”

Eli stuck his tongue out and Tom drooled more spit into his mouth.

“Does that taste good?”

“The best thing I ever tasted,” Eli answered honestly.

“That made me so horny, Sir. Look at my giant peenus boner! It feels so

good right now. Oh, look! It’s dripping. Can you lick that off for me?”

Eli licked the precum off Tom’s boner.

“Smell it. Do you think it needs washing?”

“Eli sniffed Tom’s slightly rank cock head. It smelled of the piss that

seeped under his foreskin.”

“It’s rank,” said Eli.

“Could I wash it in your mouth?”

Tom slipped his cock into Eli’s mouth and began to slip it in and out over

his lips. He kept this up for a couple minutes.

“Wow, look what a great job you did. My cock is so wet from your spit,

Sir. It feels so good to stroke it now. Want to see my anus hole?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Tom turned around, got on all fours and then laid his head on the table

so his hands were free to spread his ass cheeks apart.

 

“Can you see my anus, Sir?”

“It’s beautiful, just like the rest of you.”

“It might look beautiful but it’s just a pig anus from a dirty boy. Sniff it.”

Eli sniffed, pushing his face into Tom’s beautiful pig ass.

“It’s rank. In every way.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No sorry, it smelled horny as fuck.”

“Wanna see what happens if I push out?”

“Yes, please.”

Tom bore down and his hole expanded, the bright red anus lips swelling.

“Holy, fuck”

Tom relaxed and then pushed out again. Eli leaned in for another sniff,

but this time Tom let out a small fart.

“Oh Sir! I’m sooo sorry! It was an accident,” Tom lied. “That was super

rude of me.”

But Eli kept his face in Tom’s ass and sniffed up the fart. Encouraged,

Tom let out a longer, more forceful one.

“Oh, that felt good getting that out,” Tom said.

Seeing his boyfriend humiliate himself in his brother’s orange Chucks,

Lucas’ heart pounded in excitement, and he began so stroke himself more

intensely.

“Sir, do you think it would be OK if I ejaculated on your tongue?” Tom

asked.

“That’s a great idea.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing that also,” said Lucas.

“Even better,” Eli replied.

“I have a lot of sperm that’s been sitting in my balls all day, waiting to get

out. I’m so happy that you get to taste them. Could you put more spit lube on

my boner again?” Tom asked.

Without waiting for an answer, he slid his boner back into Eli’s mouth

and made him gag. When he withdrew it, it was covered in spit which he

spread all up and down his shaft before he began to stroke again.

“I can tell that I’m about to squirt real soon, Sir. Can you do me a favor

and put your finger up my anus?”

Consumed in lust, Eli took a deep breath and slid his left hand under

Tom’s balls and slipped his middle finger up Tom’s butthole.

“I think my anus twitches when I cum, Sir, and that’s gonna be right now!

Stick your tongue out for me!”

Eli stuck his tongue out greedily and he could feel Tom’s anus tensing

just before the semen came squirting out. Tom’s body convulsed with his

orgasm; he was every bit as horny as Eli. He was careful to aim so that none

of his sperm was wasted. When he was finished, Eli swallowed the sperm and

licked off the end of Tom’s cock.

“Get ready for round two!” warned Lucas, and he stepped up to where

Eli was sitting. “Open up!”

Lucas slipped his cock inside Eli’s mouth and his lips closed around the

head. He held Eli’s head tightly and began to unload a flood of jizz.

“Don’t swallow my sperm,” Lucas moaned, and when he was finished

he told Tom to kiss his new boss. Tom sucked Lucas’ sperm out of Eli’s mouth

and then spit it back. Lucas then bent down and kissed Eli taking back his

own semen, now mixed with Tom and Eli’s spit. Lucas spit it all back right in

Eli’s face. Spit and sperm dripped down Eli’s face as he baited frantically like a

Monkey.

“Do you boys want my seed?!”

“Yes, I do, Mr. Bossman!” answered Tom.

Both Lucas and Tom knelt down on the floor next to each other and

stuck out their tongues.

“I’m cumming now!” said Eli and his body shook and he squirted all over

their faces, his aim not being too precise. Tom and Lucas cleaned each

other’s face with their tongues, and Eli sat back down in his chair. He let out a

long sigh and noticed his hands were trembling. After about a minute of deep

breaths he began to recover his composure.

“Jesus fuck. That was the most intense experience of my life. You know,

I kinda broke a vow just now. I vowed I would never fraternize with my own

models.”

“That’s a silly vow,” said Lucas, “and anyway, I think Leo took your seed

too, in the glory hole video.”

Eli assented with a nod.

“Do you boys mind waiting here a few minutes? Give me maybe fifteen.”

Eli went back to the bathroom where his models sometimes showered

and got himself cleaned up. Lucas and Tom went to an equally nice, though

showerless, bathroom that his staff used and rinsed their mouths out and

washed their cocks out in the spotlessly clean sink. There was a stack of fresh

hand towels on the sink countertop.

When Eli returned, Lucas and Tom looked refreshed.

“So, needless to say, Tom, if you want to work for me you are absolutely

hired, and I can pretty much assure you that you wouldn’t have to worry about

money for a while. And what happened just now is kind of a preview of

something else we are going to try here. The group of gentlemen behind this,

ahem, project, is currently at eleven and it’s a very secret club. They have

various levels of attractiveness, ages, and fitness. Besides making videos,

you would meet them individually or in small groups to help them act out

unusual, and sometimes even twisted and disturbing scenarios. Of course, if

you find a gentleman unattractive or the scene weird, you will never give them

the slightest hint that they are anything but a stud and their desires are really

fun.”

“You’re saying that we’d be acting as a kind of escort for these men?

Like prostitution?” asked Lucas.

“More or less, though with more specific roleplays to act out. You are all

capable of extemporaneous acting, I think. And all three of you, I’m including

Leo here, have your own fantasies that don’t ascribe to societal norms, so I’m

pretty sure you can sympathize with these wealthy gentlemen.”

“I’m surrounded by a brother and a boyfriend who each have a

Converse fetish,” said Lucas smiling.

 

“That’s a specific example of a brand fetish, but there are many fetishes

like that. Some of these men will have seemingly weird but simple things they

want you to do, and you’ll never suggest that it’s strange or odd. On the

contrary, you’ll try to encourage them to enjoy their fantasies and not ever be

ashamed of it.

“I’m new to this here…won’t they kinda get tired of us after a short

while? This is probably not going to be an endless income stream I think,”

Tom suggested.

“No. They won’t get tired of you after a short while, especially if you can

help them live their fantasy in a convincing way. Plus, I think I have another

boy, and maybe two or three, who may join your team. Ideally, I’d like about

six.”

“Oh really!” said Lucas, “and would these, scenarios, as you are calling

them, involve us having sex with each other too or would it be always one on

one with the dude?”

“It could be both. I’m not sure how much of each at this point.”

“Tell me about this other boy.”

“Well, he’s a genuine big, strong, cornfed Nebraskan boy. Blue eyed

blonde and quite different looking to all three of you, so he will add variety.”

“How will the money come into play here? How does that work?” asked

Tom.

“You’ll be paid $10,000 to $20,000 per scene which could be as little as

fifteen minutes or as long as three hours.”

“Whoa! That kind of money will make me a great actor!” said Tom.

Lucas smiled.

“It’s an incentive, right?” agreed Eli. “And if they are pleased with your

performance, they love to bestow unexpected gifts, like college tuition for

example.

“What about the other boy? When can we meet him?” Lucas asked.

“Soon. He’s not entirely convinced. He’d like to talk to you or Leo and

pick your brain about what it’s like to work for me.”

“Oh, I have a question,” said Tom. “Will these all be on video? Are you

going to direct them?”

“Ah, yes, very good point. No. Some may be filmed under my direction,

some may be recorded secretly, some may not be recorded at all. I can’t say

for sure. If you have any qualms about anything you’ll have time to talk to me

about it beforehand. Do you think you are down to try this out?”

Eli was looking toward Tom.

“I think I’m down,” Tom answered.

“Hey, let’s give it a go. I see no reason to balk at making a few rich

dudes super happy! Let’s make dreams come true!” agreed Lucas.

 

The Liberation of Brody Zimmermann

 

 

Brody Zimmermann was the living paradigm of a Nebraskan farm boy.

Raised on corn he had helped to plant and water and harvest, and milk he

had collected from cows with his own hands, he was six foot one of solid

muscle that had never seen a gym. His Pa owned around 15 head of cattle,

20 pigs and sometimes even sheep that he herded around the property with

his dog Ajax, a Border Collie and Australian Shepard mix. 

        Both sides of Brody’s family had immigrated to the States, some in the

1890’s and some in the 1920’s during the great inflation of the Weimar

Republic. They had all worked hard and their farms had prospered and grown

to the extent that Brody’s father owned several thousand acres of farmland.

All of this was destined to be Brody’s one day, since his parents had been

unsuccessful in having the large family that they had hoped for.

        With Brody’s stature and masculine energy, it was always assumed that

he would play sports in high school. He was constantly questioned about

joining the football team and he always demurred in some jocular way, smiling

and saying that he was needed on the farm. In Junior High School he had

tried wrestling, a sport that his physique suggested he could excel at, but his

heart just wasn’t in it.

From the time he was a small boy of six or seven, however, he

discovered an interest that he soon found to be unacceptable and needed to

be kept a secret. Wild flowers. In the field across from the silo and in front of

the main house were flowers that bloomed prodigiously by the end of May,

turning the yard into a field of mostly white. He innocently told his Pa that the

yard look pretty when the flowers bloomed. “That’s something a fairy boy

would say,” his Pa responded, stabbing a dagger of shame into his heart.

        Brody knew not to speak of the flowers anymore to his Pa, but his

interest didn’t die away. He checked out books from the library at school on

botany and flowering plants and put them in his dresser beneath his clean

underpants. He made copious notes that he kept hidden in his closet. Then,

the spring when Brody turned 13, he secretly went to the tractor supply store

and bought five pounds of wildflower seed of various species and colors. For

six nights he climbed out his window after his parents were asleep and spent

an hour under the light of the moon trying to secretly plant and disperse the

seed in a way he thought they might grow.

        The experiment succeeded beyond his wildest expectations. Their yard

became a riot of color...pink, red, blue, yellow and white of flowers of kinds no

one had ever seen before. Neighbors from miles around all heard about it and

many drove past to see. Brody’s ma was constantly staring out the kitchen

window at the blessed miracle. One day, Brody got up early before school,

went out into the yard and collected a beautiful bouquet of the flowers and put

them in a vase for the breakfast table.

        “Oh, Brody, look what you did you little sweetheart!” his mom exclaimed

when she got up. But when his father came in for his coffee, grits, and eggs

sunny side up, he asked who the hell put those on the table, and it better not

have been Brody.

        “Tom, don’t be so harsh. He was only trying to be nice to his Ma. There’s

no harm done.”

        But Brody’s Pa took the vase and threw the flowers in the garbage,

along with an admonition that Brody had better start acting like a normal boy.

He only had one son who was destined to inherit the farm and he won’t be

raising no queers. That afternoon Brody got off the school bus to find that his

father was circling around on their riding lawnmower cutting down the entire

field of flowers that Brody had secretly planted and tended to.

        Brody was filled with a rage so deep that he could barely breathe. He

went to the closet in his bedroom and climbed the ladder to the attic door and

 made it up before any of the tears welling in his eyes could drop from the lids.

All love for his Pa was gone that day. His Pa would never feel the love of his

son again.

        Brody plotted his revenge. He pretended to barely notice that the

flowers were gone, did his chores as usual, and never looked Pa in the eye.

Then five nights later he snuck into the barn in the dark and placed a bowl of

antifreeze in front of his Pa’s prize stallion. The horse lapped up the delicious

treat, Brody carefully got rid of the evidence, and then went back to bed. The

following morning his father went into the barn to find the horse was dead.

        But revenge did not taste sweet for Brody. He was wracked with guilt,

mostly for the life of the innocent horse. From that point on, Brody barely

spoke to his Pa, but worked assiduously at his chores and schoolwork.

Instead of flowers, he diverted his energy into 4-H, goats, sheep, and rare

breeds of chicken. The summer when he was sixteen, he won first place at

the Nebraska State Fair for “Most Exotic Chicken,” a Pavlovskaya with

leopard-like spots and a crown of feathers on its head. Pa’s only remark was

that it had to be the most idiotic prize anyone could possibly win.

        Brody’s rage and hatred was not the only thing he kept hidden. At eight

years old he had learned to ride a horse by sharing a saddle with a 17-year-

old neighbor boy. He loved the feeling of the teen’s arms around him as he

managed the reins. At nine, he was mesmerized by the hairless chest of an

older boy at the swimming hole off to the side of Carter Lake. “Jump on the

rope with me!” the boy yelled to Brody and together they held tight and then

dropped into the water. Brody barely made it back to the shore, but went right

back to do it again. Then at sixteen, quickly reaching his own manhood, Brody

stared at the hairy chest of a handsome man who had come to help install a

more modern irrigation system. He stood downwind of him, under the blazing

sun, trying to capture a hint of his scent.

        Like most boys starting puberty, Brody began to masturbate as puberty

set in just shy of his fourteenth birthday. Brody, however, thought about men

instead of women, and so this was just another emotion he kept under wraps.

His fantasy life flourished, however, and the fantasies ranged from sweet and

romantic to violent and degrading. His emotions were too complex to parse,

but even as he tempered the outward expression of his feelings to those

around him, he knew that there was not really anything wrong with himself.

His Pa was the problem, not him. Pa was a nutjob.

         During Brody’s short attempt at wrestling when he was fifteen, he had

picked up the nickname “Donkey Dong” for his thick uncut penis that was

difficult to hide under the wrestling onesie. It just got worse when he wrestled

someone he was attracted to and had to concentrate on not getting a boner.

His egg sized balls made it even worse. They were low hangers and moved

around like they had a life of their own.

        He masturbated a lot, even more than the average teenager, sometimes

three times a day. Unbeknownst to him at the time, he also produced an

abnormally large quantity of semen when he orgasmed. This was challenging

to hide because his clean-up had to be perfect. His Ma was deeply religious

and obsessed with sin. Since he turned fourteen, she had hounded him about

the sin of touching himself and to banish thoughts of girls from his head until

the day he was married. He laughed to himself when she said that because,

while he never thought of girls, he thought of the straight boys constantly. On

more than one occasion, she came into his room at night and sniffed his

fingers. “If you touch yourself there you know I’ll be able to smell it,” she would

say, confirming that in fact both of his parents were nutty. He wished he could

smell himself more actually, and often skipped using deodorant to see if the

scent might materialize. Sometimes it did.

        Despite the tremendous commitments he had on the farm, and with his

own animals, Brody became the valedictorian of his senior class. He was

smart and dreamed of escaping his home to go off and study botany. Pa

would have none of it. There was nothing to learn at college that would help

him on the farm. But wouldn’t animal husbandry be useful? He could study

that. Wouldn’t that be OK? No. Pa looked down on boys with fancy degrees

who brought their useless scientific theories to the farm.

        Both his parents were set in their ways, and as Brody neared the end of

high school, he knew he had to simply make a “great escape.” There would be

no going back. The farm was worth millions of dollars, but it would never be

his, for his parents were certain to disown him. He had secretly saved two

thousand dollars from selling his own animals and he had his truck which he

kept in good mechanical shape.

        One week after high school graduation he sat his parents down for a

talk. 

        “This better not be what I think it is,” his Pa said. His Ma just looked

puzzled.

         “It might be Pa. There’s a reason you haven’t seen me bringing any girls

around. It’s because I’m gay. I like men. I’m homosexual.”

        His Pa stood up.

        “You have two hours to pack up your stuff and load your truck and get

the hell out of this house. I never want to see your queer face again!” Pa said,

and he stormed out the back door and headed to the saloon where he often

drank instead of having dinner.

        “No, no, no! This is all a mistake Brody! You aren’t gay! No one is gay!

This is just Satan speaking! People can become not gay! At our Church they

did that before. Jesus can save you from anything Brody!” Ma pleaded as he

headed up to get his stuff, much of which he had already packed in his head,

preparing for this moment.

        “Ma, were you ever attracted to girls?” Brody asked.

        “Son! Of course not!”

        “Me either.”

        “But son! What kind of screwy logic is that?!”

        Ma continued to implore him as he packed and then went downstairs

and sat crying on the couch by the front door. As Brody brought the last of his

belongings to his truck, he told his Ma that if she ever wanted to reach him,

Kevin McDougal would know where he was. Kevin was his best friend until his

family had moved away when they were both fifteen.

        “Kevin McDougal?” she asked. Your friend that moved to North

Carolina?”

        “Yes, Ma,” Brody said, and he moved to kiss her goodbye, but as he did

she screamed, ”Brody, you can be saved through Jesus Christ!” and he turned

away.

        “Goodbye, Ma”

        As he was getting into his truck, Ajax scampered up wagging his tail.

“Bye buddy! You’re a good good doggie,” he said. And with that, he

shed a little tear and drove off to a new life.

 

        When Brody arrived in Apex, North Carolina, he had celebrated a loving

reunion with Kevin’s family and then he and Kevin pitched a tent in the

backyard. Maggie McDougal made it clear that he was allowed in the house

any time to use the bathroom and kitchen or watch TV, but there just wasn’t

space for him to sleep in the house. Kevin had told his parents that Brody was

gay a year prior, which elicited little response from them except to express

their surprise. Brody couldn’t see that they were treating him any differently

than they always had.

        The following morning Brody went to the nearest Home Depot and got

hired on the spot. They were desperate for workers and Brody was able to

dazzle them with his prodigious knowledge of nearly every aspect of the

Home Depot inventory. Two days later he was helping a gentleman select

appropriate fertilizer and weed killer for his lawn, when the man asked him if

he had ever considered modeling.

        “Modeling? You mean like for photography? For advertising?” he asked.

        “Well, for photography, yes…perhaps video…I am not looking for

models personally, but I’m kind of a scout for a friend of mine. You could earn

a lot of money…a LOT of money…and it could even be fun. I’d prefer you’d

speak to my friend about the details though. You have just the All-American

appearance he is looking for. Can I give you his card?”

        “Um, sure, why not? I just arrived here in North Carolina actually. I’m

super short on cash and I was grateful that I got this job here so fast.”

“Well, I have a feeling you won’t be short on cash for long. This man, Eli,

is very nice. I hope you give him a call.”

 

        Eli Jones’ phone rang, and he scowled as the display read “Unknown”.

Since this was a bit better than the usual suggestion that the call was spam,

he picked it up.

        “Hello?”

        “Hello, is Mr. Eli Jones there?” said a youthful male voice.

        “Speaking.”

         “Hi, my name is Brody Zimmermann and I was given your phone

number as someone who is looking for models. I think his name was Garrett. I

met him at Home Depot.”

        “Oh, yes, Garrett mentioned that he met you. We were not expecting

you to call, honestly.”

        “Garrett didn’t tell me too much about what you are looking for, or what

kind of work you do except that it was for some kind of photography. But he

said you could pay a lot of money.”

 

Brody’s Casting Couch

 

        Two days later, Brody was at Eli’s office.

        “Hello Sir, I’m Brody Zimmermann,” Brody said, holding out his hand for

Eli to shake.

        “Oh my, good to meet you Brody. I can tell you right off the bat that

Garrett continues to show excellent judgement in the young men he sends to

me. I’ve been looking for a model that looked like a cornfed Nebraska boy.”

        “Really? Geez, I don’t even remember telling him that I was from

Nebraska.”

        “You are actually from Nebraska?!” Eli laughed.

        “Yeah, I’ve been here only about a week so far.”

        “Well, come on in Brody! There’s soda in the fridge and maybe I’ll take

you out to lunch after our meeting.”

        Eli ushered Brody into the room where he normally filmed his casting

couch videos. After making sure Brody was comfortable, he handed him a

$100 bill for taking the time to meet up. Brody held the bill in his hand, looking

at it skeptically.

        “Not to be rude, Sir,” said Brody, “but this seems a little sketchy. Why

would you give me money before I do anything? My grandpa said, “Be wary of

people who try to give you something for nothing.” Then he recalled that

Garrett had told him he would be paid a LOT of money.

         “Yeah, pretty sharp of you Brody. This isn’t normal modeling I do here,

and if it’s not for you I don’t want you to go away empty handed. I appreciate

you coming to the office. What I actually do is produce porn video.”

        Brody’s eye widened in surprise.

        “Holy cow, I wasn’t expecting that Sir. I don’t think I’m the kinda guy you

are looking for though.”

        “Well, you certainly look like what I’m looking for. Besides being

handsome you’ve obviously put in a lot of hours at the gym.”

        “Oh man, thank you for saying that Sir, but I never went to a gym before,

except for a few times at school. I just worked hard on the farm.”

        “How old are you Brody?”

        “I turned 18 in May, right before I graduated from high school.”

        “Would you mind if I asked to see your driver’s license?”

        Brody handed Eli his wallet reluctantly and Eli perused the license

before handing it back.

        “It’s actually a license for operating agricultural equipment too,” Brody

added, wondering if Eli thought his license looked sketchy.

        “What makes you think you aren’t what I’m looking for?”

        “Well, this is kind of embarrassing to say…but I never even had sex

before,” Brody explained.

        “Wow, that is kind of surprising. You don’t see too many 18-year-old

virgins nowadays. Do you have a religious family?”

        “My Mom is religious, very religious, but that’s not why.”

        “It sounds like you have another reason in mind.”

        “Yeah, actually, see, the thing is, I’m gay.”

        “You’re gay?!” exclaimed Eli in surprise.

        Brody stood up.

        “I’m really sorry Sir. Here, you can have your $100 back. I wouldn’t be

able to make porn with girls. That’s just not something that could happen.”

         “Oh, no, no, no, please Brody, have a seat, for just a few more minutes

at least,” Eli implored, not reaching for the bill.

        Brody shrugged his shoulders and sat back down, but on the edge of

the couch.

        “Brody, I was just surprised. I think I have pretty good sense of

someone’s sexuality, and I just didn’t see that coming. Actually, that’s good

though, because I make gay porn! So, you’d be making a lot of money for

something that might be fun, not just acting like it was fun as is quite often the case.”

        Brody momentarily put his face in his hands, his elbows propped on his

knees.

        “Still, this seems way over my head. I wasn’t lying when I said I was a

virgin. I never had sex with a guy either. I never even kissed anyone.”

        “Have you masturbated?”

        “Oh yeah, I did that.”

        “Are you a good masturbator?”

        Finally, Brody cracked a smile which Eli returned.

        “Um, I think so…” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “What makes a

good masturbator?”

        “Well, in porn, a good masturbator is someone who can keep an

erection for a long time. They have to be willing to allow others to see them

aroused, maybe even enjoying it in an exhibitionistic way. Then, there’s the

question of cum loads. I’m always looked for boys that squirt a lot.”

        “Oh, I definitely squirt a lot!” Brody replied, smiling with pride.

        “What kind of porn do you like?”

        “Oh, I couldn’t have porn. My parents are really conservative. They only

allowed me internet at home my senior year after the principal called and my

parents were annoyed that I had to do so much schoolwork in the school

library where there was a computer I could use. When I beat off, masturbate I

mean, I just think of fantasies I make up in my head.”

        “Wow, no kidding. Mind telling me about your fantasies?”

         “Oh geez, um, nah I think about weird stuff. I’m being honest. That’s not something I’m comfortable sharing. I even feel weird about having freaky fantasies.

        “Are you talking about taboo fantasies? Sado-masochism? Bondage?

Incest? Age difference? Humiliation?...”

        “Yeah,” said Brody vaguely.

        “Let me tell you more specifically, what I’m doing here. This isn’t normal

porn. It’s not vanilla porn. It’s not just two dudes fucking or getting sucked off.

It’s more involved, like in your fantasies. There are eleven men who are

extremely rich, really extremely rich, like they would never be able to spend all

their money in one hundred lifetimes, and they are willing to pay a lot of

money for extremely handsome boys to act out their fantasies. These videos

are only released to these eleven men, and none have been leaked so far.

They can’t be copied because they are flagged digitally to be incompatible

with any software that would do that. They love what I’ve done so far and

asked that I find another couple boys. Also, we are going to branch out from

just the videos and do live performances and one on one roleplaying with the

men, so they could participate in acting out their fantasies.”

        “This still feels way over my head Sir.”

        “I understand, but I’m really patient Brody, and I’ve got your back and

know how to help you along.”

        “How about I think about it some more.”

        “Do you have family or people that you are worried might see it?”

        “No.”

        “That was a quick and firm answer. That’s often a model’s main

concern.”

        I don’t care about that. And you said only eleven men would see it, so I

guess that’s not an issue anyway.”

        “Are you worried that you’d be losing your virginity on camera, doing

porn?”

        “Yeah, maybe a little. I always dreamed it would be more romantic than

that.”

         “The guys that work with me are super cool and sexy. Maybe you could meet with one and have  your first sexual encounter off camera. No one watching. I think it would probably be better than most first time experiences, which kinda suck in general.”

        “I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t attracted to him.”

        “Yeah, not to worry about that. But in the extremely unlikely event that that was the case, you just say sorry and move on. All of them are confident and wouldn’t take it personally. That won’t happen though.”

        “OK, well, I’ll think about it more like I said.”

        “Oh yeah, the money. If you even go have sex with this guy, not anyone

else around, I’ll pay you $10,000.”

        “What?!!!”

        Brody sat back down on the edge of the couch.

        “I said I would pay a lot of money.”

        “Holy cow, though!”

        “The guy would have the money ready when you show up.”

        “This is kind of like prostitution,” Brody stated matter of factly.

        “Yes. It’s kind of like that. But at a very high level. And with way more elaborate fantasies to act out. In fact, the only thing that would put the kibosh

on this, from my point of view, is if you sucked at acting.”

        Brody sat lost in his thoughts.

        “What if I paid you $5000 right now to jerk off, there on the couch. I would call in my cameramen to video it.”

       “$5000 just to beat off? Right now?!”

        “Sounds like you are an expert.”

        “That’s a lot of money. My Mom warned me about meeting Satan!”

Brody said with half a smile.

        “I don’t believe in Satan, but I guess I’m a little like that guy.”

        “OK, I’ll do it.”

         “Excellent! I’ll get the money for you right up front. I have it in my office. I’ll send the cameramen in…one of them is Garrett who you met at Home Depot, and they’ll explain about the cameras and how to act with them. As for the wanking…I’ll be interviewing you, repeating some of the same information as if it’s the first time I’m hearing it, and then we’ll segue into the bate. As far as the masturbation goes, it’s really important to just have fun. Do whatever you want to get horny. Don’t hold back. We all realize you never did anything like this in front of people before. If you like to show off, now’s the time.”

        Twenty minutes later, Garret and Kyle were filming the interview as Brody sat a bit nervously on the couch. Eli asked him basic questions about his life. What it was like growing up on a farm. How he would describe his sexuality and feigning surprise that he was flat out gay, not even bisexual. Questioning his sexual experience, or lack thereof. When Eli asked what he planned to do if he were to make a lot of money making porn, he was surprised to hear Brody’s elaborate response, talking about his hopes to go to college to study botany. Brody disclosed his love of flowers and Eli joked that he had finally found his gay side. Then he asked Brody to stand up and remove his shirt.

        “Wow, Brody, you look really fantastic,” said Eli, subconsciously mimicking Brody’s gee willikers Midwest lingo to help him feel at ease. “Can you flex for us?”

        Brody flexed a bit awkwardly, but his biceps popped.

        “Tickle your nipples a bit.”

        He tickled them as asked.

        “How did that feel?”

        “I got a shiver. I never thought of doing that before. I think they erect…erectified,” and he laughed at his made-up word.

        “Sniff your armpits. Check out your scent.”

        “I’m kinda rank honestly,” Brody said sheepishly. “I don’t usually use deodorant and I think my pits stink more when I’m a little nervous.”

        “Huh. Garrett, could you confirm that Brody’s pits really stink? That it’s not just his imagination?”

         “Oh heck ya! I’m all about that!” he said, putting down his camera. He went over to Brody, lifted Brody’s arm, and took a deep huff. “Oh, fuck ya, that’s horny!”

        Brody turned red, fully embarrassed for the first time.

        “Brody, lift your arm, take Garrett’s head and hold his face in your pits for a bit longer. Let him enjoy your mansmell.”

        Brody did as he was told.

        “Oh my fucking God,” said Garrett after his second whiff. “We gotta find a way to bottle that,” and he picked his camera back up.

        “OK, Brody take off the rest of your clothes and throw them to the side. Not real fast. Keep cognizant of the cameras.”

        When Brody pulled off his underwear there was a hushed “whoa” throughout the room. His semi boner was nearly seven inches long, girthy and uncut.

        “Looks like you’re already a bit swole there, Brody.”

        “Um, yeah, I think that happened when he sniffed me.”

        “How does it feel being naked in front of everyone else who have their clothes on?”

        “I don’t feel as nervous as I thought maybe. Everyone is so nice. Maybe…maybe it’s a little horny everybody looking at me and the cameras and all.”

        “Can you put your Chucks back on?”

        “Okay. Why is that?”

        “Just do it and I’ll explain,” and Brody sat down, put his filthy cream chucks back on, and stood back up.

        “How do you feel now?”

        “I feel more naked now than before.”

        “Exactly.”

        “I used to be naked with these shoes sometimes when I hid in the cornfield and beat off.”

         “Interesting! So, this isn’t your first time “beating off” naked in your Chucks.”

        “No, Sir.”

        “Look at the cameras and stroke your boner some. Play with your foreskin. Pull it back to expose the head and then pull it out.”

Brody played with his fat boner for a few minutes.

        “Have you measured your dick before?”

        “Yes. I think it’s like a little over seven inches. Seven and a quarter maybe?”

        “That sounds like a true measurement. Most guys add an extra inch. Can you make much spit?”

        “I think so, yeah.”

        “How about dropping a huge fat spit wad on your dick and use it as lube to stroke yourself.”

        Brody gathered his spit for some seconds and then drooled a huge flood aimed perfectly at his boner.

        “Looks like you’ve done that before.”

        “Oh, heck ya. It’s kinda gross maybe, but it makes me hornier.”

        “Yeah, you don’t always have to be such a good boy Brody, it’s OK if you do something a little gross.”

        Brody smiled and pointed his finger at Eli.

        “You are definitely a little like Satan,” he said.

        “Yeah, for sure, I try! You think you can turn around and spread your cheeks and show us your asshole?”

        Brody hesitated.

        “I think I’m more of a top,” he explained.

        “Tops can show their asshole.”

        Brody turned around and bent over.

         “Spread your legs a little. That’s it. Now pull your ass cheeks apart to expose your anus.”

        He followed directions briefly, with Garrett’s camera aimed perfectly, but then stood up and turned around.

        “I don’t know, that felt a little weird.”

        “Tell me about that.”

        “I mean, it’s where shit comes out,” he said, turning red again. “It’s like super personal, right?”

        “It’s personal for sure. I think that’s why someone would want to see it. But no worries. I think we have a good amount of video now. Is there anything you’d like to make yourself cum?”

        Brody hesitated again.

        “Maybe….make out with him?” he said, pointing to Garrett.

        “Oh, hell ya,” said Garrett. “It’s my lucky day!”

        “Garrett, give me your camera, don’t pull your dick out, just kiss him. Show him how a first kiss should be.”

        Garrett took Brody’s head and brought Brody’s mouth to his own. His tongue entered Brody’s mouth and dipped into the spit under Brody’s own tongue. 

        “Suck it” Garret murmured, and Brody sucked. “Go in my mouth now,” he said, and Brody did as he was told. “Taste this,” continued Garrett and he spit into Brody’s mouth.

        Brody said “Fuck” for the first time.

        “Sir, I think I’m gonna cum real soon...is that OK?”

        “Yes, Brody. Garrett cup your hands under Brody’s cock. Brody blow your load right into Garrett’s hands. Don’t miss.”

        Brody stroked harder, his eyes wide with lust, masturbating and ready to ejaculate in front of all these people. His heels lifted off the floor.

        “Here goes!”

        Brody shot thick and hard into Garrett’s hands…over and over…nine full

pulses of semen, ten, eleven….

        ”Holy fuck,” Kyle said. 

        "Twelve, thirteen… and at fourteen, he was finally spent. Brody continued to spasm as the last shiversof orgasm coursed up and down his arms and legs. Garrett stared into his hands at the enormous quantity of cum and then lifted his hands, sucked some up, and then spreading the rest over Brody’s body. Then he grabbed Brody by the back of his neck, leaned in, and spit Brody’s own load back into his mouth, kissing him againbefore backing off.

        Brody stood in shock and then started to laugh.

        “Well done, Mr.,” said Eli. “What are you laughing about?”

        “I don’t know! That was intense…awesome!”

        “Was that a good first kiss?”

        “Yes! Way better than I imagined!”

        Garrett swelled with pride.

        “I’m glad you trusted me with this,” Eli responded.

        “Yes, Mr. Satan!” said Brody, laughing more.

        “I’m not really Satan, Brody.”

        “I’m kidding. Geez, I feel like a mess.”

        “You can go shower. I have a nice bathroom for that. How do you feel about meeting that other boy now?”

        “I’m down! Do I still get $10,000?”

        “Yes, you do. Just for a date!”

        “Wow, geez.”

        “By the way, Brody, wear those Chucks you have on now. This guy has a Converse fetish. He’ll be all over that.”

        “Is he gonna see this video I just made?”

        “I think not.”

 

The Day that Leo and Brody Met

 

        Leo heard the doorbell ring and noted that it was 6:59, one minute

earlier than the time he texted Brody to show up.

        “Hi, you’re Leo Rossi?” said Brody, smiling, when Leo opened the door.

        “And you are Brody! C’mon in!”

        Brody stepped into the foyer and Leo turned the light on and off, trying

to catch a more detailed glimpse of his face.

        “Do I measure up?” Brody asked.

        “Oh, hell ya! Come into kitchen a sec and I’ll get you a beer.”

        “I’m only eighteen,” Brody joked.

        “Ha-ha, no one is carded around here. Is a Corona OK?”

        “I’m not sure what that is honestly, but sure,” Brody said. Leo popped

the top off, handed the beer to Brody who took a long draft.

        “Just to start this very unusual first meeting off right, mind if I just jump in

and give you a kiss?”

        “Holy cow, well, sure.”

        Leo leaned over, pulled Brody in by the back of his neck, and gently met

his lips. They explored each other’s mouth for a long time, Brody losing his

breath from excitement, while Leo stayed calm.

        “Wow, cool,” said Brody. He tried to smile but his lust proved more

powerful over the expression on his face.

        “That was your second kiss. How did it compare?”

        “Really?! How did you know that?!”

        “I’ve been well briefed on you. Garrett was first.”

        “Geez, no way!”

        “Geez, way. Let me share my briefing. On the one hand, you are sexy as fuck,

super appealing in an “aw, shucks” masculine, but naïve, kind of way, you

have eyes almost as beautiful as my brother’s boyfriend, and I heard that in

the video you made that you have a huge uncut dick that spouts a geyser of

cum. Eli is really motivated to keep you, as are the men backing this

enterprise financially.”

        “Thanks!....but on the other hand?”

        “But on the other hand, these guys have a long list of taboos, kinky and

twisted fantasies they want to see realized, along with a bunch of fetishes. We

just made some videos for them before, but now they might want us to

participate in roleplay with them or have us perform live. I heard you weren’t

comfortable showing your asshole.”

        “I’m a top.”

        Leo smiled.

        “Brody, I don’t mean to sound patronizing…I’m barely older than

you…but this job is going to require you, and me, and the rest of the guys for

that matter, to not just do things that don’t interest us, but reach down inside

and find some way to be turned on. Lack of authenticity shows unless you are

an incredible actor. Being comfortable with your own asshole is basic, even if

you see yourself as a “top”. These guys are paying big money for a reason. Eli

didn’t want you to see the videos we made before because he was afraid of

scaring you off. He thought it was a better idea to meet me first.”

        “I can see why. You are super sexy!”

        Leo noticed his own heart quicken at that.

        “Thank you…Can I grab another kiss?”

        “For sure!”

        They kissed for a solid minute this time, tender and passionate at the

same time.

        “I’m crushin on you here, I’m not gonna lie,” Leo said. “You got me a bit

swole,” and he tugged at his crotch. “Let’s go into the living room.”

        “Sure. I can’t believe what a cool apartment you have. That’s an

awesome view. Everything in Nebraska is totally flat so you can’t see very far.”

        “Ha, oh no, this is not my apartment. This is Eli’s apartment. I live in a

dorm on the UNC campus and I have my bedroom at my Dad’s place."

        Leo and Brody sat in the corner of the L shaped couch, knee to knee. At

Leo’s prompting, Brody told his story of life on a Nebraska farm, coming out to

his parents and being kicked out, and his friendship with his friend Kevin.

        “Can I ask something about you?” said Brody.

        “Yeah, anything! What do you want to know?”

        “Do you like my Chucks?” asked Brody to Leo’s surprise, waiting a few

seconds before a big smile washed over his face.

        “You’ve been briefed too!”

        “Ha-ha, yeah! Nah, not really, I was just told to wear my Chucks. Eli said

you have a Converse fetish.”

        “Oh, I’m famous for that.”

        “But the truth is, I only have three pair of shoes right now. These, a pair

of Nikes that I bought to run in, though they feel too good to wear, and my

work boots.”

        “I can see into the future, and you’ll soon have many more pairs of

shoes. At least I think I’ll be buying you more Chucks.”

        “Gee, thanks!...So I’ve told you everything about me…What about your

family?”

        “Well, I also have a crazy religion obsessed mother, but I’ll probably

never see her again. My parents are divorced. I moved to North Carolina with

my twin brother because my Dad lives here. I’m going to UNC Chapel Hill, like

I said, and my brother now goes to UNC Charlotte.”

        “Wow, you have a twin brother?!”

        “A fraternal, not identical twin.”

        “Are you at all afraid of him finding out about this…sex work?”

        Leo smiled.

        “No, I’m not at all afraid of him finding out about this because he already

knows. He met Eli first. Lucas, my brother, and I have already made videos

together.”

        “You mean the same video?! You had sex with your twin brother on

video?!”

         “Yup. Eli was right not to show you those videos yet. He has pretty good

intuition.”

        “What about your relationship with your brother though. Isn’t it weird 

now? When you see him?”

        “No, no, no. My brother and I started sucking each other off when we

were thirteen. We started fucking when we were about fifteen. We are so

close.”

        “I guess your brother is gay too.”

        “Well, he says he is bi. I always thought he was a little more straight, but

right now he has a boyfriend. He doesn’t like to define himself too strongly.

He’s studying psychology. He wants to be a sex therapist. He likes to explore

his own mind. We make our own rules about right or wrong. Lucas says all

human suffering starts with lying, especially in sex.”

        “Dang, you’re so lucky to have a brother like that!”

        “I’m so lucky, you have no idea. I really appreciate him. I love him a lot.

And I guess you can see the taboo creeping into this situation.”

        “Yeah.”

        “It only gets worse. You seem like you are on board for the most part,

but you are definitely going to have to free your mind and be willing to part

with some of the ways you have defined yourself.”

        “You mean not call myself a ‘top’.”

        “Or any other such label that might arise. If you are having trouble, talk

to me, or even better, my brother. He can help you think through your

sexuality and what turns you on and what you have an aversion to.”

        “That’s cool. OK.”

        “For tonight, let’s make friends with your asshole.”

        Brody laughed nervously, followed by “Oh boy.”

        “Do I seem trustworthy?”

        “Yeah, for sure. You seem super nice.”

         “Don’t anticipate how you are going to feel. You’re here in this situation,

so just go with the flow. Let yourself be surprised. Now stand up and take your

clothes off.”

        Brody stood as directed and pulled his hoodie and t-shirt off at the same

time, revealing a muscled physique with a prominent six pack.

        “I’m guessing you want me to leave my Chucks on?”

        “Oh, fuck yes, please.”

        Brody dispatched his jeans and stood naked in front of Leo.

        “Aren’t you going to get naked too?” Brody asked.

        “Nope. Tonight is all about you and your asshole.”

        Leo stood, kissed Brody tenderly, but more briefly, than before, and then

guided him into the bedroom.

        “Kneel on the red chair on the other side of the bed in front of the

window. Knees on the cushion and facing the back to expose your ass.

Spread your legs. Good. Now rest your head on the back and reach around

and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your asshole. Are you

comfortable?”

        “I’m physically comfortable, but…this feels super dirty and kind of

embarrassing. Until this week I never…exposed…my hole like this.”

        “It’s a beautiful hole and it’s fun to be dirty.”

        Without asking permission, Leo took a photo.

        “Have you seen your anus before? Check it out,” said Leo, holding up

his phone for Brody to see. “I like the fuzz over your ass that gets thicker as it

dives down into your crack. It’s little wet. I could send this over the internet

right now. Show the whole world what a dirty boy you are.”

        Leo smiled deviously.

        “Let go of your ass cheeks now and just relax. I’ll do the rest.”

        Leo spread the Brody’s cheeks now and softly tickled his hole. Brody

gasped at the new feeling.

        “Does that tickle?”

        “Yeah.”

        “In a good way?”

        “I think so.”

        Leo leaned in, pressed his face into Brody’s ass crack and sniffed.

        “Woah,” said Brody, surprised. “Maybe that stinks…?”

        “It doesn’t stink enough,” Leo answered. “Can you push your hole out?”

        “What do you mean?”

        “Like you were going to take a dump, for example.”

        “Oh geez…like this?”

        Brody’s hole expanded outward and his red anus lips swelled. Leo

leaned in again, but this time he moistened Brody’s hole with spit and spread

it around with his tongue. Brody tensed and goose pimples popped up along

his arms and down his legs. Then Leo began to suck and tongue fuck his

anus less gently. He continued this for awhile, periodically squeezing his

boner inside his jeans.

        “Fuck,” said Brody. “This seems kinda sick.”

        “Yeah? Are you having fun though?’

        “I’m pretty sure,” he answered, confused.

        “Can I point something out?” Leo asked.

        “Yeah.”

        “You were hanging limp until I started to tickle your hole. Now look.”

        Brody glanced down to see his seven-inch boner, hard as a rock.

        “The dick doesn’t lie! You didn’t even touch it. That happened all on its

own,” Leo emphasized. “And now I want you to continue to not touch your

cock…unless I tell you to, OK?”

        “OK”

        “Now this is going to feel weird, I’m going to insert something inside you,

not too far. It’s well lubed and small.”

         Leo inserted the tube of an enema bulb inside Brody’s ass and

squeezed. It was full of air, nothing more.

        “Woah, what is that? Are you putting something in my ass?”

        “Yup. Nothing unsafe. Keep your hole tight, don’t let it out. Tell me if it

hurts though.”

        Leo emptied another bulb of air, but then on the third try, Brody stopped

him halfway.

        “No, no…that’s it…it’s about to hurt!”

        “Alright, I stopped. Now, when I count to three, I want you to push out.

One….”

        “No, Leo! This is insane! This is Eli’s house! We can’t mess with his

house dude!”

        “Oh, Eli will NOT be upset with what I’m doing here. No. OK, starting

over. One…two…three!”

        Brody bore down and unleashed a massive fart. 

        PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT! 

        He was relieved it was just air.

        “Fucking hot!” yelled Leo.

        Brody burst out laughing.

        “Duuuuuuuuddde. This is sick! Why are we doing this again?”

        “Well, for one thing, this reason,” Leo said, pulling down the waist of his

sweats to briefly reveal his boner.

        “Wow, you’re really into this? Geez, you are a dirty fucker!”

        “Yup, I am. I’m glad you can swear.”

        “How far does this interest go?” Brody asked, the question tainted with

both amusement and concern.

        “Depends on how into the guy I am. If I’m really into the guy, there’s

probably no limit.”

        Brody let Leo’s response go by without commenting further.

         “Alright, ready for another?” Leo asked.

        “Sure.”

        This time Leo dispensed three full enema bulbs full of air before he

stopped.

        “OK, ready? One, two, three…”

        Brody pushed out hard emitting a massive explosion that made Leo

flinch.

        PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

        Again, Brody laughed.

“Dude, oh my God, I feel like I just shot a turd across Eli’s bedroom! Are

 you sure there’s no damage?”

        “That was EPIC! Horny as fuck! But no permanent damage.”

        Brody let out a long sigh. His cock was still hard as a rock.

        “Alright, relax again, a little more penetration.”

        Leo slipped a finger, lubed with Albolene, into Brody’s rectum. Brody

quietly gasped.

        “What’s that? Is that your finger?”

        “Yup”

        Leo savored the warm moist membrane inside Brody’s hole. He

explored until he felt the unusually large swell of his prostate which he gently

tickled. Brody gasped again.

        “Woah! What was that?!” Brody asked.

        “That was your prostate.”

        Leo ran his finger around it again, causing Brody to tense in ecstasy.

        “Dude…what is the prostate for again?”

        “It’s for making most of the semen that your sperm swims in. ..That feels

good?”

        “Holy crap, fuck that’s giving me chills, gee whiz. Ohhh…dude, does

everyone’s butt feel like this?”

        “Nah, not everyone. I wish I had that! Your prostate is obviously wired,

and you are lucky as fuck for that. It’s ironic you think you are a “top.” Let me

try something more.”

        Leo reached over to the nightstand where he had put a butt plug from

        Eli’s toybox just in case this situation arose. Then he hopped on the bed, face up.

        “Come here and straddle my neck so your dick is in my face.”

        Brody did as he was told.

        “Like this?”

        “Fuck ya, what a view.”

        “Are you gonna suck me?”

        “Nope. No one touches your dick. Under any circumstance, OK? Get

ready for something a little bigger.”

        Leo, pressed the butt plug against Brody’s anus.

        “Dude, is that a dildo?”

        “No, it’s a butt plug. Same idea, but a bit smaller. Push out again. Once

it’s past your hole it won’t hurt. But again, don’t under any circumstances

touch your dick. That’s against the rules.”

        Brody pushed out and the butt plug slid inside, causing him to gasp yet

again. Leo then slid it in and out a few times to check that it was well lubed

and to give Brody the chance to get used to the new feeling.

        “I want you to try something. I’m going to hold the butt plug firm and I want you to take yourself up and down on it. Fuck yourself, in other words. You know what I mean?”

        “I think so. Like this?”

        “That’s it, buddy! Do it so that it rubs into your prostate every time the butt plug goes back in.”

        Brody began to rock back and forth.

        “This is so fucking awesome,” he moaned.

        “You’re a filthy, dirty boy Brody, fucking your own self up your shit hole.”

        Leo was choosing his words carefully.

         “Aaaawww, I love my asshole right now. Jesus fuck, I am a dirty boy…

Leo?”

        “Yeah, bro?”

        “Thank you for showing me this,” Brody said as he continued to rock. “Can you show me more stuff?”

        “You know it, babe!”

        Brody began to quicken his pace, pausing momentarily as the butt plug

pushed hardest on his prostate. Murmuring “fucks” and “dirty boy” he was

beginning to feel a sensation that he had never felt before, as if he were about

to have an orgasm, but from his ass.

        “Bro! Dude!”

        Brody unconsciously reached for his cock, but Leo pushed it away.

Suddenly, he stopped rocking and pushed hard against the butt plug that Leo

held firmly in his ass, inserted to the hilt.

        “Ooooooohhh, FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

        Brody began to shiver uncontrollably. To Leo’s surprise, semen rocketed

out the end of Brody’s cock and hit him in the eye. The second jet landed in

his mouth, however, as did the next five. Leo finally had to swallow and the

last couple of squirts landed on his lips and chin. Brody leaned forward,

shaking softly, his face smashed and contorted against the headboard. Leo let

him catch his breath before speaking up.

        “Babe, that was epic, I was expecting a prostate orgasm, but I think you

had both,” said Leo. “C’mon down here. Let me cuddle you now.”

He guided Brody down and kissed him, expecting to share the cum in

still in his mouth, but Brody unleashed too much spit into the kiss which Leo

swallowed.

        “Clean up the cum on my chin and my cheek.”

        Brody licked Leo’s face clean, and then settled into the crook of Leo’s

arm. It was the first time he had tasted cum, even his own. They sat in a silent

embrace for a long time, side by side, Brody naked and Leo clothed. Before

long, they were both asleep.

 

        At 2:40am Brody woke shivering. He slipped into the bathroom to pee,

but noticed that his ass felt slimy and so, after he was finished urinating, he

sat down to wipe the lube off his hole. Then he headed to the living room to

collect his clothes.

        “Hey, Brody! What’s goin on?” Leo asked groggily.

        “I’m worried about my truck. I left it in that place where you told me to

park, but I didn’t think I’d be here so long. I don’t want it to get towed!”

        “Nah, your truck is OK. Eli has two parking places. I parked in one and

you are in the other. No worries. Why are you shaking?”

        “I’m freezing!”

        “C’mon back in here and I’ll warm you up!”

        Leo stood and started to throw his clothes aside. Brody came back to

the bed.

        “C’mon, get in here. It’s clean sheets. I changed them before you came

over.” Leo turned off the light, pulled the blanket and sheet back and climbed

in, still wearing his briefs. Brody snuck in and sidled up to Leo.

        “Brody, can we have a real date, ya think?” Leo asked. “One where you

aren’t getting paid?”

        “Heck, ya!”

        “Maybe, a date where you lose your virginity.”

        “You mean, you want to fuck me?”

        “I was thinking you should top since you are a ‘top’,” said Leo, smiling in

the darkness.

        After a few minutes, Leo spoke.

        “Hey Brody?”

        “Yeah?”

        “You seem incredibly sweet and nice….and hot as fuck.”

        “I like you too.”