Hello, as said in the introduction this is a follow up chapter to my previous story "All my bullies' dads", set around 10 years in the future from that story. It will have different characters and overall the vibe will be different, so I'm just warning you, even though the style is similar stuff are kinda different. Tell me which one do you preferred and which one was the character you loved more and the pairing you preferred with our boy Alex.
Thank you so much for reading, stay awesome, bye <3
Alex woke up to the sound of the alarm. He pulled out his hand and fumbled with it until he found the alarm clock, which he clumsily closed, knocking half the things he had on his nightstand onto the floor in the process. After another couple of minutes in which he gradually regained consciousness of who he was and where he was, the young man stood up, broke into a blatant yawn, and took to looking around with half-closed eyes. He reached out again to the bedside table to pick up his glasses. When his surroundings had finished being just a blurred mess he could look at the scene of the bedroom of his apartment: a simple room with a closet, a small bookcase, a desk with his computer on it, a window with closed shutters through which the light of that new day was already filtering in, and a twin bed, on which he was currently sitting.
After looking absently for a couple of seconds at the vacant seat beside him he stretched with a loud yawn, nodded to himself, and got up.
With familiar gestures he did his usual rituals of getting ready for the morning, cooking himself breakfast, checking for urgent messages, sending a good morning to his parents, and taking a quick shower to finish waking up. Once out of the shower stall his gaze fell absentmindedly on the bathroom mirror and he stood still, observing himself: the reflection returned the image of a young man now in his mid to late twenties; his black hair was tousled and, wet, reached about the base of his neck, partly hiding his still slightly protruding ears. His physique was lean and long-limbed and did not particularly stand out for height, but he did not look as sickly or undernourished as he did when he was in school - which was probably to be associated with the fewer sources of stress that allowed him a more balanced diet. His body was hairless except for a faint trace under his armpits and in the pubic area; even his face was naturally clean-shaven.
The young man looked away and finished drying himself before going to change. Absentmindedly he put on his shirt, pants, jacket, and tie, and in his mind was already thinking about the day's plans when his eyes fell on a new message that had arrived.
A faint smile passed over the lawyer's lips as he read the message that reminded him of the appointment he had that afternoon for lunch. He sent a quick okay in reply and went out, ready to face that day as well.
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Alex got out, paid the taxi driver and looked at his watch. He swallowed nervously and hurried the last few meters that separated him from the restaurant. His entrance was announced by a cheerful trill, and instantly the young man took to looking around for the people he was supposed to meet. A voice called his attention back, exclaiming, “Alex! Over here!”
The young man brightened up and walked briskly to the table where two women and a man were waiting for him, all with the same amused smile on their faces. The young lawyer sat down catching his breath, “Sorry for the delay, I had some important documents to get, and then the traffic was a mess and...”
“Hey, Alex, it's okay. Everything is fine.”
Speaking was the dark-skinned woman sitting next to him, who had put her hand on his in a comforting gesture and was giving him a motherly smile. Ella had put on some weight since they had finished high school, but it only made her even more attractive. The hair she once kept short was now a long dark curtain surrounding her friendly, open face. Her brown eyes twinkled with amusement, unable to hide the happiness of being with her former classmates again.
Sitting across from Alex a young man with sharp features and coppery skin chuckled before exclaiming, “Sometimes I have no idea how you do it. Every time there's a meeting, ever since we were in middle school, you come late. It's a gift you have.”
Alex turned a grimace in the direction of Omar, who merely continued to chuckle. Although so many years had passed since they had first met, his best friend had not changed all that much: same easygoing smile, same black eyes that glittered with amusement, same lean and skittish physique, even the exact same haircut, with black hair shooting out in every direction, as if he had just put his finger in the electric plug. The woman next to him gave him a little pat, looking at him with a scowl, “Omar, stop that right now, can't you see he's already sorry he was late?”
The young man rolled his eyes and merely exclaimed, “All right, but only for a kiss,” and leaned his cheek in her direction.
The young woman with blond curls put on a grimace that however could not quite conceal her amused expression, before leaning over and giving him a gentle kiss on his shaggy cheek, receiving an affection-filled smile in return. Isabelle, or as she was more commonly called by her friends Isa, blushed as she giggled as she nudged her boyfriend, before shifting her green eyes to him, “We've already ordered something, I hope you don't mind. How's life?”
“Thank you very much. It's going as it should, I think. Nothing unbelievable except my usual, amazing luck,” the young man sarcastically exclaimed, taking the beer the others had ordered from him and downing it, refreshed by the icy taste.
“Car trouble?” asked Ella, taking a generous forkful from the plate in front of her.
In response, the young man sighed, “You could say that. I was forced to take a cab because that old jalopy left me stranded, and I hate taking cabs, they make me anxious.”
“Again? - Exclaimed Omar surprised - But isn't this like the third time in a month? Man, you should get a new one, no kidding! You'd save more money.”
“Having the money to buy a new car... No, don't worry: I complain, but I'm actually quite comfortable with the car I have. Besides, I get a discount at the garage now, seeing how many time I have to take it there."
“Wait, don't tell me it's the neighborhood garage, the one run by Jerry. How on earth did you get a discount?” asked Ella incredulously.
Everyone's eyes were on Alex, causing him to blush slightly. After all, it was common knowledge that the owner would not give a discount even if the pope himself asked him, let alone a “nobody” like him. The young man gave a nervous giggle as he replied evasively, trying to avoid thinking back to the vision of Jerry kneeling in front of him, licking and sucking his feet with transport, pressing them against his face dreamily.
Isabelle shrugged her shoulders, “What surprises me is that you decided to keep going to that place.”
Alex stared at her surprised, “What do you mean?”
“You're kidding, right? Hello: Kevin works there. You know, right? Kevin: one of the boys who kept bullying you all the way through school?”
Alex loosened his tie with a finger, feeling the unpleasant sensation of being on fire as he stammered, “B-but Kevin's not that bad, is he! I mean: he looks scary and he may not be the friendliest guy in the world, but after all, he was never too mean to me! In fact, often if he was alone he would just ignore me.”
The other three stared at him in surprise before huffing, attributing those phrases and attempts to excuse his bullies to his good heart and naiveté.
Meanwhile, Alex had taken off his glasses and was wiping them off with a piece of cloth as he tried to hide the fact that his face had been on fire as he thought back to what had happened the last time he had taken his car in for service and crossed paths with Kevin.
A week and a half earlier…
Alex was pressed against the wall at the back of the mechanic, amidst spare tires and other various amenities, his jacket discarded at his side and his shirt open revealing his lean chest, his arm raised to expose his armpit, against which Kevin's face was pressed hard. The giant mechanic was intent on breathing in big mouthfuls the smaller one, his nose buried completely among the hairs, his tongue on the outside licking and savoring every drop of sweat he could, wiping him completely clean. His hands were busy exploring his body, caressing the lean figure and grasping and squeezing the generous bulge hidden by his pants, where his cock was beginning to harden from the stimulation.
Alex meanwhile was biting his fist to try not to make any noise or draw unwanted attention to them, while his mind tried desperately to remember how he had ended up in such a situation.
After his car had alerted him for the third time that month that there was something wrong with the engine, he had driven it huffing to the only auto repair shop he knew, the one run by Jerry, father of his old classmate. Once inside, however, he had not been greeted by the gruff figure of the owner, but by that of Kevin himself. There were some similarities between father and son, but at the same time it was easy for Alex to tell them apart: Kevin first of all wore his black hair cut short instead of being bald, though it was already beginning to recede at the temples, and his beard was much shorter than his father's shaggy one. He was also slightly shorter than the man, and the mechanic's overalls showed off a more muscular physique than his parent, though just as large. As soon as he had parked the mechanic had approached him, wiping his hands on a rag, until he towered over him with his usual serious expression. At that point Alex had swallowed nervously - although it had been a decade or so he continued to be mildly anxious whenever he was confronted by his former bully - and stammering had taken to explain why he was there.
Kevin had listened to him without making a sound except for the occasional grunt of assent or denial, and once he had finished he aimed his gaze at him. After a time that seemed endless to the lawyer he finally muttered, “You seem tense.”
Alex stiffened and tried stammering an explanation that was not the truth, namely that the other always made him slightly uncomfortable, but the mechanic stopped him by lowering himself and whispering, “I know the perfect way to help you relax... boss.”
At that point he had looked around to make sure no one saw them and then grabbed him by the wrist with his giant hands and dragged him toward the door that overlooked the dingy little garden at the back of the workshop, which served as temporary storage.
After locking the door he had placed him with his back against the wall and then brought his face close to his neck and took a long, deep breath, causing Alex to chuckle involuntarily because of his black beard.
Immediately the expression on Kevin's face relaxed and the young man began to pant as his hands went to awkwardly remove his jacket from him. Alex let him do so, unable to move with all of the other man's enormous weight on him, and only able to let out a gasp when he felt the other man clinging his body to his own, rubbing lasciviously against his crotch.
After taking care of the jacket Kevin moved on to the shirt, impatiently taking to unbuttoning it, cursing through gritted teeth. Alex could see how he was trying to restrain himself from picking it up and tearing it on the spot, making the buttons fly everywhere so as to expose his body to the other, and he was glad that his old schoolmate was able to display such self-control. He knew that it cost him some effort to restrain himself when in such a situation. Once the shirt was fully open with one hand he abruptly lifted his arm up, while with the free one he shifted the fabric so as to reveal the armpit of the smaller man. He ravenously brought his face closer and took deep breaths of air, while the smell of Alex's sweat slowly took to his head, making him pant like a dog. He unceremoniously buried his face against him and took another deep breath, which instantly made him hard. It was at that point that Alex brought his hand to his mouth to stifle his moans of pleasure, as Kevin seemed for all intents and purposes determined not to stop.
After several minutes of relentless licking the mechanic had moved on to the other armpit, and after cleaning that one thoroughly as well, he had straightened up and, taking his face in his hands, had joined his lips to his own, taking to making out passionately with him. Alex could smell his own sweat on his face, and in the midst of that desperate kiss he could make out the lust-filled expression in his eyes, as his erection pressed powerfully against his leg.
When they broke away he looked at him, before yelping desperately like a dog, “Please, boss, let me help you.”
As he spoke he was already kneeling down until his face was exactly in front of the tent in his pants. His hands opened the zipper, exposing the boxers pulled up by his hard-on, and he immediately buried his face against them, taking to sniffing, licking and kissing his hard cock through the fabric, all the while casting desperate glances from below upward in his direction.
Alex swallowed. It still felt strange to him to see the taciturn, strong, and proud Kevin reduced to that state, but since they had had their first time together - it had been after he had asked if they could go for a drink together, and in the course of the evening he had become particularly tipsy and in a drunken stupor had apologized for everything he had done to him when they went to school together, and his mind had made the strange association that, to make it up to him, he would allow him to use his body as he wanted - he had discovered that, in bed, the mechanic loved to be used and to be given permission to do something. He had never tested it, too afraid of how he might react - we were still talking about a man with the ability to break him in two with ease, given his muscles - but he had to admit that that contrast only excited him even more.
Finally the smaller one nodded, and Kevin brightened up, exclaimed gratefully, “Thanks, boss,” and abruptly lowered his underwear. He almost got slapped by the other guy's big hard cock, but he just smiled and then wrapped one hand around the rod and took to slowly jerking him off, while his face went to ecstatically sniffing the under-ball, his mouth sucking and licking his balls, uttering moans of pleasure, his eyes clouded with lust. Kevin was sure he would come on the spot simply by continuing to revel in the other's aphrodisiac smell. He sank his face even deeper, running Alex's shafts all over his face so he could be completely marked by his scent so that everyone would know who he belonged to.
After several minutes of worship, he could hold himself no longer, lifted his face, and as he massaged his family jewels with one hand, his mouth went to close around his cock. He kept just the tip in for several minutes, sucking it greedily, and then began to move forward, easily swallowing half of it, before stopping with a groan, annoyed that he couldn't go any further. At that point he let it adjust and then took to bobbing his head up and down, giving him a blowjob.
Alex took to panting as he heard the liquid sound of Kevin's mouth at work on his cock, his tongue desperately collecting every drop of pre that it could.
At one point the young man could no longer control himself: his hand went to the back of the other's head and forced him to swallow it deeper and deeper, making him cough against his own cock. Spit and pre took to spilling out of the sides of Kevin's mouth, his eyes rolled inside his head in pleasure, his moans stifled by the big hunk of meat between his lips, his hands that had gone under his suit and with which he was now furiously jacking off.
It took only a short time before Alex came with a hoarse groan, letting go of the other man's head to lean against the wall behind him to keep from falling, his head suddenly light. Most of his cum went down Kevin's throat, but all of a sudden his cock came out with a liquid suck, and the last of the spray decorated his face, leaving white traces on his dark beard and on his usually serious face now posed in a dumb grin of pleasure.
The two stood still with bated breath where they were, then Alex sensed something and lowered his gaze. Below him Kevin had put his mouth back around his cock and was now diligently cleaning it of any traces of cum. When he noticed he was watching he let the rod out of his lips with a liquid suck and looked up blurryly at him, with the same dopey smile filled with adoration, and murmured, “Thanks a lot, boss. I hope I was helpful.”
Alex blushed suddenly and had to strain every ounce of self-control he had not to leap on him again and fuck his mouth with rapture.
Not that Kevin would have objected: he would have done anything to please his boss.
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Alex put his glasses back on and cast a nervous smile at the others, being returned by suspicious glances. Finally it was Isa who spoke, shrugging her shoulders and sighing in defeat, “Maybe you're right. We were kids after all, but I still don't forgive him! Him and nobody else in his clique!”
The young lawyer performed a nervous giggle and buried his nose in his glass again. Fortunately, soon the talk changed and they began talking about other topics, at least until a waitress approached.
She was a woman now going for middle age, bright-looking and very reminiscent of the stereotype of the old maid aunt who secretly passed several large bills to her nephews for Christmas, beckoning them not to mention it to their parents, adding a complicit wink and a half chuckle.
“Here you go, Alex, it's all for you!”
He turned a grateful smile to her, “Thank you, Melody, you're always the best.”
An infectious laughter escaped from the other's lips, “Oh, you're always the usual flatterer - and she pinched his cheek in a motherly way arousing giggles from the others - By the way, Ryan stopped by earlier. It was strange for me not to see you two together.”
Alex froze as he felt the gaze of his three friends on him, the smiles frozen on their faces. After several attempts he managed to find the strength to reply, “It's just that I had some plans. We'll probably meet again later in the week.”
“I see. Well, I'll leave you now, I have other clients to take care of,” and with a final wave of her hand she walked away. As soon as she was out of earshot the other three took to talking at the same time, showering him with questions. Alex, overwhelmed by that sudden explosion, raised his hands in a sign of yielding, pleading, “Please, one at a time, or I won't understand you.”
“What do you mean Ryan! As in Ryan the mini bully? Ryan the chihuahua? Ryan try to even breathe too hard in my direction and I'll give you a black eye? That Ryan?!”
“It's not nice to call him a Chihuahua, just because he's not that tall...”
“Don't change the subject! - Ella glowered at him - What do you mean you've become friends? That guy locked you in your locker four times over the course of a single semester, and tried to do it three more times at the very least.”
“I know I know, it's just ... - he sighed and lowered his gaze to his plate, taking to playing with his food - Look, we simply ran into each other here and he bought me a drink, we chatted and he apologized. Apparently he's going to the therapist now for his anger management issues and he's doing well, too. It's just that...”
His voice had now been reduced to a whisper in front of the incredulous looks of his friends, “It has become a habit, that's all. Besides, he's much nicer now than he was when we were in high school...”
After two tension-filled minutes in which no one spoke Ella sighed bringing her hands to her forehead and taking to massaging her temples, “You are unbelievable. The most stupidly good person I know. How the hell can you be such a good lawyer with such a naive attitude? You are unbelievable.”
Alex gave her a mild apologetic smile and took a look around, hoping no one would notice how the tips of his ears had reddened all of a sudden. He hadn't lied, not exactly; he and Ryan talked, but that wasn't the main pastime they engaged in when they met.
Last week…
Sitting on the toilet bowl Alex could not take his eyes off the sight of Ryan's back in front of him. His eyes started from his broad shoulders and then went down along his shoulder blades, past the company logo printed in clear letters on the back of the shirt, his hips, until they stopped on his lower back and bare ass, which at that moment the redhead was opening with two fingers, wet with spit, running them back and forth and parting them with half moans, preparing to be able to welcome him inside himself.
Ryan turned his head and looked over his shoulder at him with a grin, before letting them out and leaning forward, resting one hand against the door of the stall while the other went for a buttock, opening it so the other could get a perfect view of his hole, which was now begging loudly to be filled.
“Do you like the show?” he asked in a singsong whisper, moving his hips and bouncing his ass cheeks behind him.
Alex swallowed as his hands clenched on the seat, his hard cock pointing into the air like a flagpole, his legs shivering from the contact with the cold air, his pants around his ankles.
Ryan grinned before backing up and resting his generous rear end against his cock and starting to move it up and down, rubbing it against his length, making him pant like never before.
Biting his lower lip to avoid making too much noise Alex tried to focus on something else, ending up gazing at the figure of his old schoolmate.
When he had first met him it had taken him a couple of minutes to recognize him. His height had remained the same, but he had put on a fair amount of muscle - as he had revealed to him later, the result of hours of boxing training, his new pastime for venting his anger - which squeezed him into his plumber's uniform, making his muscles stand out and giving the idea that he was broader than he was tall. His face had remained the same, with freckles peeping through his full cheeks, but instead of the old mohawk he wore in his school days now his red hair had the tips dyed blond, and a reddish goatee adorned his chin. The next fifteen minutes, during which the redhead had repaired his leaky kitchen sink, had been spent in an awkward silence, for one as much as the other, and it had only been once he had finished that Ryan had been able to muster up the courage to ask him if they could meet for coffee or something to talk for a bit. Initially reluctant, Alex's good heart had eventually relented and the young man had agreed, and the other had arranged for him to meet in that very same place where he was currently busy trying to make him cum using only his generous rear end, the fruit of several hours of squats done in the gym.
After that first encounter, in which the shorter man had apologized profusely and asked for his forgiveness, the two of them had casually started meeting often in that same place and had ended up bonding. Then one thing led to another, and, like every single time Alex befriends a manly-looking guy, they had ended up with Ryan riding him moaning, asking him to fill him with cum until he burst, begging him not to stop and to go even harder and not to dare and finish before he had deposited every single drop of cum he had inside him.
They had met during their lunch break that day, and things had gone well until, with an amused light in his eyes, the redhead had picked him up, taken him to the bathroom of the diner, and stripped completely, lowering his pants and taking to giving him a titjob. He was certainly not as gifted as some of Alex's other partners, including the redhead's own father, Anthony, but he had to admit that he was quite pleasurable, and where technique was lacking, enthusiasm made up for it.
Alex was brought back to reality when he heard the other man stop. He returned his gaze to him, hoping that he would be satisfied with just teasing him and would let him go promising a meeting at a later time, preferably in a more secluded place, but instead he saw that he came closer, until he sat down on his legs always with his back to him. Carefully he took his dick with one hand while at the same time pulling himself up with one leg on the toilet and balancing on top of him. At that point, looking at him one last time over his shoulder, he asked, “Ready?” and, without even waiting for his answer, sat down on top of him, generating an almost identical moan to escape from both their lips.
Ryan stayed still for a few seconds, as if to fully savor the feeling of Alex inside him, then he took to moving and bobbing his ass up and down, burying the other man's cock deeper and deeper inside him. Again he looked over his shoulder at him with a sly smile before muttering, “I bet no one has ever ridden you like that, have they? Get ready, because I have every intention of milking you dry. I'm not leaving here until I'm so filled with your cum that people will think I'm carrying your baby.”
Having said that he straightened his back and threw his weight on the other, falling on top of him and impaling himself completely with a new groan on his length, letting out an even more intense cry of pleasure as he felt his hole suddenly open for that sudden invasion, his prostate being pounded so violently that it risked making him cum on the spot, spraying pre on the floor in front of them.
Alex could only stand by and watch as Ryan used him as if he were his own personal dildo, thrusting it in and out fiercely inside him, muttering half-voiced lines, his hands busy trying to keep him balanced in the diner's small bathroom. The shorter man's face was completely distorted with pleasure, and it seemed that for him there was no other thing in the world but to be fucked by Alex's big cock.
It was no surprise that it took only a few minutes of that intense stimulation before Alex came with a stifled moan, soon followed by Ryan, who did nothing to suppress the groan of relief at feeling the other's warm cum inside him.
Once finished they stood still for several minutes catching their breath, then slowly Ryan straightened up, sucking the other man's cock out of his hole with a liquid gush, brought one hand to his rear, collected some of the cum that was starting to come out of his ruined hole with his fingers, and then, turning around and looking him straight in the eye, brought his finger to his face and licked the cum off, seductively.
Alex blushed to the tips of his ears as Ryan across from him chuckled.
Maybe he hadn't changed that much from when they went to school together....
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Alex cleared his throat and returned his focus to his friends, eager to change the subject, “So: how's it going at work? Any news?”
As much as the others kept giving him glances that made it clear the talk was not over but merely delayed at a later date, they begrudgingly took to talking about something else.
Omar was just finishing recounting his latest adventures with a particularly difficult patient when Alex's cell phone alerted him with a notification. The young man pulled it out and read it quickly, before putting it away again with a quick nod of his head.
“Everything okay?” asked Isa as he glanced at him.
“What? Oh yes, of course. It was just the notice that I got a package I was waiting for, that's all.”
“Speaking of packages, you know what I found out? Do you remember Enrique? He's a delivery man now.”
“No kidding. He delivered a package to you? How did he look?”
“Quite similar, yet quieter at the same time - Ella continued, drinking with a toughtful look - I don't know if you remember him, but in school he was constantly flirting with every girl who moved, and he was also extremely lazy, but now guess what: he got engaged.”
Alex took to coughing violently, his drink gone sideways in surprise. After several pats on the back and once the coughing had stopped he incredulously pointed his eyes at the other asking in a rough voice, “'He's engaged?”
“Yes, or at least I'm pretty sure - the young woman assumed a thoughtful look - Mostly I remember that we started talking to catch up on how things had been going over the years until he got a text message, and when he saw it he smiled in such a way that I'm sure it was his girlfriend. It's the exact same smile my sister has every time her girlfriend texts her something. And then he giggled as he replied. Believe me, he's smitten. Which is a nice surprise given his history and all... But are you sure you're okay, Alex? You're completely red.”
“What? Oh yes, of course, never been better. It's just a little hot,” hurriedly masked the other with a nervous giggle, his mind barely able to register his friend's words. Because obviously the person Enrique was texting was not his girlfriend, in fact: in fact, it was not a girl at all. The person in question was him, when they were deciding on when to meet for a meal together.
He was sure it was him, because he remembered vividly that he had sent him the message, “I'll get back to you later, I'm busy reliving good old high school memories XP.” And now he found that he was apparently smiling and giggling like a little girl on her first crush when he got her messages? Why? Their relationship was not of that kind...right?
Overwhelmed he shut out the voices of the others who had resumed talking among themselves as he remembered the last time he had seen the Chilean.
At the beginning of that week…
Alex was sprawled on the couch in his apartment, his clothes thrown all over the room as he stared in disbelief at Enrique's figure above him, his hat with the visor turned back, his knees on his shoulders as he bobbed his head up and down swallowing his cock, his hands accompanying his movement, occasionally groping his balls, his cheeks filling rythmically, his spit making his rod shiny.
He raised his dark eyes to his and met his gaze. For a second Alex seemed to see the corners of his mouth curling into a smile and then, in one fluid motion, he swallowed him whole, pressing his nose against his pubes, coughing and drooling with a moan of pleasure.
The lawyer's eyes widened and he threw back his head with a groan as he felt the other's tongue running along his length. He bit his tongue and gripped onto the couch cushions, forcing himself inside so as not to cum on the spot, certain that it would not stop his partner.
And to think that he had simply invited him inside for a drink to take shelter from the midday hours and cool off a bit, how on earth had they ended up in that situation?
Alex had found out only a few months earlier that Enrique worked as a delivery man, completely by accident. Exactly like Ella, he had opened the door to pick up his package and found him standing in front of it, hat with visor, uniform and all. He hadn't changed much since they had gone to school together, he continued to be clean-shaven and his hair was now long and pulled back into a low ponytail. He had put on some muscle but continued to remain relatively thin, with a swimmer's physique that nicely showcased his trained arms and legs and a pretty good ass, which must have been the subject of many compliments and envy from the ladies.
They had stood for a good minute looking into each other's eyes, unable to speak, before they came to their senses and, with a lot of awkwardness, greeted each other and the other handed him the package. Once they had said their goodbyes Alex had wondered if they would have a chance to meet again, and the answer had been yes, with the other ending up being his delivery boy whenever he received something, even in his own office.
As time went on, it had become a habit by now for Alex to open the door and find the Chilean's face in front of him greeting him with his latest delivery, to the point that when he once had someone else in front of him, he became worried and the next time he saw him he asked if he had been ill. That one gesture led to the birth of a strange friendship, to the point that one day he invited him inside to shelter from a sudden hailstorm that had made the roads impassable, being reciprocated by a look of gratitude from the other. Once inside they had taken to talking about this and that, and Enrique had once again demonstrated how little shame meant anything to him, taking off his wet T-shirt and pants, remaining only in a pair of white briefs, stuck to his body because of the water. At that point, noticing the bashful expression on Alex's face, he had begun teasing and taunting him, groping his cock with one hand, the outline of which was clear through his damp underpants, insisting that he undress as well. After a brief struggle he had managed to pull down his pants and froze, speechless at Alex's long cock that was beginning to awaken to the sight of the courier's trained body and firm ass. At that point Enrique had simply dropped to his knees and grabbed him, as if hypnotized, and then gave him what would be the first of many blowjobs.
From then on from time to time the Chilean would text him invitations, asking him if he would like them to see each other, and punctually when it happened the two would end up fucking, with Enrique gasping as he exclaimed how happy he was to have met him again and how much more relaxed his days were now that he knew he could count on his help to blow off some stress.
And it had happened again that day, when Alex had offered him shelter from the midday sun and, five minutes later, found himself lying on the couch with Enrique between his legs, busy pleasuring him using his mouth.
The courier let his cock out with a noisy liquid suck, put his tongue out and tapped his rod against it, continuing to stare at him with an amused twinkle in his eyes, then pulling away and pointing his eyes into his.
“These are the breaks I prefer. I'll definitely be more refreshed when I get out of here.”
“I- I'm glad to hear that?” muttered the lawyer confusedly, his gaze struggling to focus, causing a chuckle from the other.
Enrique stood up and sat on top of him, placing one hand on his chest and staring at him with a lust-filled gaze, while his other hand went to point his cock at his own hole, running it against his ass cheeks and teasing his own opening.
“I work so hard for you, all day carrying your packages, back and forth, up and down. Don't you think I deserve a reward?” he whispered in a persuasive voice.
He didn't even wait for an answer, raised his hips, put the tip against his hole, and sat down, impaling himself on his cock.
He groaned as his cock twitched, then after a brief pause in which he adjusted to his size, he took to moving his hips, fucking himself on his rod.
They were both panting, only Enrique's eyes were focused in front of him, as if he was unable to see or focus on anything other than the pleasure being provided by the other's generous tool. Below him Alex was watching him, his hands that had automatically gone to his hips and were accompanying his movements, fucking him with force, the pre of the courier's cock wetting his stomach.
“Dios mio, why didn't I do that before? Forget going out with a different girl every time, I should have gone out with you! I'm in love with you, I'm in love with your cock and how it opens me up and how good it makes me feel! Please fuck me, impregnate me, mark me completely, make me yours!” he screamed in a frenzy as Alex's cock penetrated him completely, hitting his prostate each time and bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, until he came with a hoarse cry, covering his chest with cum, followed soon after by Alex filling him with his own milk.
He was sure it would end there, but instead Enrique leaned down and gave him a kiss on the lips, then pulled away and stared at him with the same passionate gaze as before.
“Don't think it ended there. I'm in a hurry right now, I still have some deliveries to finish, but tonight, after I finish work, I'd like to see you again. Is that okay with you?”
Alex stared at him for a couple of seconds, not quite sure how to respond, but finally nodded, receiving a beaming smile from the other who leaned down and kissed him again.
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“What do you think Alex?”
The dark-haired man roused himself with a jolt and shifted his gaze to his friends, who were now all staring at him, confused.
He tried to put the vision of Enrique passionately riding him out of his mind and forced himself to put on a smile, “Sorry, I was distracted, what were we talking about?”
Omar merely chuckled, “No need to ask him, you just have to see him, right? Alex is not the type to play sports.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” asked the other offended, his manhood wounded.
“All I'm saying is that you've always been someone who preferred library visits to gym visits, and that hasn't changed judging by the way you look,” and scanned him from head to toe with the same amused smirk.
Alex straightened his back, “I happen to be trying to maintain as healthy a lifestyle as possible. It's just that I have a lot of commitments, that's all.”
“Yeah, right. And let's hear it: when was the last time you went to the gym?”
The other blushed slightly and took to moving uncomfortably on the spot, prompting a chuckle from his friend.
“See? Just as it was meant to be.”
“I-it's not that! It's just... it's complicated,” mumbled the young man embarrassed.
“Oh my goodness, but is everything complicated with you? And let's hear it: what would be complicated this time?”
“Well, don't get angry now, but...”
The smile had disappeared from Omar's face, who now stared at him in disbelief, “Please tell me you didn't go to that very gym.”
The guilty expression on Alex's face was enough to generate a resigned “dude” from the doctor, who brought his fingers to his temples to massage them.
“Uh, what gym are you talking about?” asked Ella curiously.
Before Alex had a chance to answer her Omar took the floor, “The one run by Mr. Simon and at which Butch, our old school mate, works.”
The incredulous looks the other two gave him made Alex wish he could disappear from the face of the earth.
He raised his hands and tried to defend himself, “Look, I know what you're thinking, but...”
“I swear, if you say now that he too ‘isn't that bad’ or ‘he's changed, I swear!’, I'll beat you over the head with this spoon,” Omar warned him, causing him to shut his mouth in concern.
He understood why the other was so tense at the prospect: he had never liked Butch, especially since Omar himself was his second favorite victim in his school days, after Alex of course. Eventually he was able to speak again, “He's changed. I know it sounds unbelievable, and I know you don't like that, but it's the truth! And he even apologized.”
“Really?”
“Well, sort of... He gave it a try?”
“For the love of... Okay, listen to me: I don't care what you do in your spare time and who you decide to spend it with, but be careful, okay? You're my friend, and that guy has hurt you one too many times, okay?”
There was real apprehension in Omar's eyes, and Alex could only nod, unable to hold his gaze any longer.
For he didn't think his friend's heart could handle the truth of why he had been so embarrassed to think back to his last visit to the gym.
Two weeks earlier…
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, way to go! Destroy my ass! Bury it all the way down! Oh my God, you're the best...!”
Lying on some old boxes in one of the closets used as storage for old equipment at his father's gym, Butch groaned and gasped, his legs held high and apart, his shorts abandoned in some corner of the room, his shirt pulled up to expose his huge mantits, which bounced with each stroke of his partner's cock. Above him, busy fucking him with deep moves, Alex huffed, trying to keep up with the other's frenzied pace, his face set in a concentrated scowl.
A few months earlier, the dark-haired man had thought it was time to keep himself in shape, and after a long inner debate, he had decided that the best place to go was Simon's gym, close to his home and with the security that at least he knew the owner, who could help him in case he ran into trouble. What he had not expected once he stepped into the reception area, however, was to be confronted by the large, muscular figure not of Simon but of his son Butch.
If possible, the jock, who now worked there as a personal trainer, had grown even taller and, certainly, even bigger than they went to high school. His physique was no longer a mass of sculpted, darting muscles, but he had taken to putting on weight, though instead of giving the idea that he had let himself go it made his figure even more imposing and menacing. He continued to keep his head shaved, but his face was no longer shaved; his mustache and goatee were joined in a single cut by a slight beard, giving him a more mature look. He wore a tank top with sleeves so wide that, should he turn sideways, they perfectly showed off his generous chest and abs, and a pair of shorts so short that anywhere else he would have been arrested for indecent exposure. It was a miracle that his buns, now the size of small basketballs, managed to stay contained in there.
Upon seeing him, he had recognized him immediately and approached him, spreading his arms wide and giving him a bone-crunching hug, as if they had been lifelong friends, driving his face into the middle of his chest, which would not have been a problem except that he had obviously just finished training and was still covered in sweat.
Alex became hard almost instantly.
For reasons unknown to him, Butch continued to act friendly with him, offering to be his personal trainer and follow him, even going so far as to offer to join him in his morning jogging program. Those words had struck Alex the most: the Butch of his high school days would have been horrified at the prospect of wasting precious sleep on an activity like jogging, but clearly his change over those years had been more of an attitude change than a physical one.
Eventually, after much prodding and insistence - in this regard he was the spitting image of his parent - Alex had agreed. Of course, things had gone as well as one could expect, and, after twenty minutes, in his exhaustion he had put his foot wrong and nearly twisted his ankle, falling ruinously to the ground. Panicked Butch had apologized and taken him to his home to bring him at least a bit of first aid. Here, mortified, he had apologized and explained to him that his attitude in those days was all because he wanted to apologize for how he had behaved during high school, and, in a low voice, had asked his forgiveness for everything he had said and done. Alex, of course, had agreed, which had greatly lifted the mood of the jock, who had offered him his shower to clean himself up a bit before going home, since there had been no particular harm and he simply would not have to exert excessive effort on his ankle.
The lawyer had accepted and had gone to take a shower without too much trouble, but one thing he had not taken into account was the fact that Butch still did not seem to possess any sense of privacy, and, halfway through the shower, he had walked in the bathroom without even knocking to ask him for something in his loud voice.
On seeing him Alex had let out a very unmanly squeal, but all the other man's attention was on his naked figure and, in particular, on his still floppy cock. The young man had tried to speak to ask him to leave, but Butch had ignored him, marching forward into the bathroom until he was facing him and taking his cock with one hand, which in seconds became hard under his calloused hands. At that point, as if possessed by who knows what kind of spirit, Butch had knelt on the floor of the bathroom of his own home and, without much ado, had taken to giving him a blowjob, trying to swallow as much of his long rod as possible.
From then on, the relationship between him and the personal trainer had taken a new turn and, from time to time, Butch would call him to see if he was willing to “work out together” or if he would like to “book a private training session between the two of them.”
Sometimes they would be in Butch's apartment, but often they would end up having their encounters in other places, such as the park, the public restrooms of some bar or, as in that case, some empty room in the gym, no matter how many people were there, whether it was closing time or middle hours. Initially they had tried to be as discreet as possible, but the more time passed the more Alex could not help but notice how Butch's attempts and advances became more and more risky. Sometimes he would stop him and drag him into an empty room to make out with him in the middle of a hallway, sometimes when he was training with him, he would make sure to rub his generous rear against the area of his crotch or put it on display in a decidedly unchaste manner, or again when they were taking a shower after training, he would punctually drop the soap on the floor and be forced to bend over, exposing his ass and hole right in front of his eyes, even though they were not alone. And he certainly did not spare himself when they fucked, moaning and panting loudly, telling him to keep fucking him and destroying his ass, as if some part of him wanted someone to find out about them.
And they had come very close a couple of weeks earlier when someone had entered the bathroom just as they were fucking in one of the stalls. Fortunately, however, the whole thing had ended in nothing.
Butch brought him back down to his feet, shifting so that he was completely lying on his back, closing his legs around his waist and pulling him to himself, causing him to lose his balance and end up against his generous chest, while at the same time Alex's cock was going all the way inside him, up to his balls. A moan louder than the others escaped the larger man's lips as his giant arms tightened around Alex's lean figure, as if to suffocate him against his mantits.
In a frenzy the brunette could hear him mutter, “Oh yes, please fuck me. Let everyone know how much I love having your cock completely up my ass. Oh yes, oh yes, I can't wait to get back in there and get back to work with your man-juice still coming out of my ruined hole, wetting my shorts. The thought of their admiring glances at me while I'm really nothing more than a whore who likes to be inseminated by people half my size... there's no better feeling than knowing I'm just a worthless cumdump. If my dad or any of my friends found out about me I'd ... I'd ...!”
His sentence was interrupted midway through when he came with a roar, erupting like a geyser between their bodies, followed shortly after by Alex, who in turn deposited a generous dose of cum inside his ass.
The two remained still for several minutes, with Butch still holding him tightly in his arms, panting, his face pressed against his soft chests.
And forced into that strangely comfortable position, with the smell of sweat and sex in his nostrils and the feel of his cock softening inside Butch's hole, Alex heard the jock muttering with a dumb grin, “Best. Workout. Ever.”
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Alex took a deep breath and readjusted himself on the spot. All those memories of his encounters with his old bullies had left him feeling noticeably bothered down there, and he hoped to himself that none of his friends noticed him.
The other three, however, had thankfully ended up talking about something else, diverting their attention away from him. The young man took a deep breath and calmed down slightly and then put on a smile and decided to stop worrying and simply have fun with them.
The rest of the meeting passed without any other mention of old schoolmates or problematic places and they were just deciding to go pay when the door was opened. Without thinking about it Alex looked up to see who it was and froze. Walking in had been a young man in his mid to late twenties, his blond hair kept short in a professional cut and his blond beard perfectly groomed, his muscular physique was squeezed into a dark branded jacket that matched his pants, and cold gray eyes were scanning the room. When he caught a glimpse of them he assumed a slightly surprised, then thoughtful expression, and finally approached with a confident stride as everyone gave way to him.
After all, no one wanted to run into the displeasure of Daniel Monroe Jr.
Isa leaned toward the table and whispered, “Isn't that...?”
“‘In the flesh,’” murmured Omar, looking at him quizzically, taking her hand in a protective manner.
Near Alex, Ella merely looked at him in silence, unable, however, to completely hide the hostility behind her dark eyes.
Daniel stopped in front of their table and scanned them all, one by one, and then stopped to look at Alex. A shiver passed through his spine as he met that familiar gaze.
“Good morning, everyone - the lawyer began in a warm voice - I don't want to take up much of your time, I'm just here to take advantage of something. Alex - and again he looked him straight in the face - I have sent your office an important e-mail regarding an old case about which I need some data. I hope you will be able to get it to me as soon as possible.”
Alex merely stared at him before opening his mouth, and strangely his voice was firm, “I will see if I can solicit my superiors.”
“Splendid. And I hope that other thing we discussed has also come to fruition. I won't take up any more of your time, have a nice day,” and with a final nod of his head he walked away.
It was only when the door had closed behind him ten minutes later that the whole mood became relaxed again and Isa, Ella and Omar let go a collective sigh.
“What the hell was he doing here?” the blonde asked incredulously.
“I don't know, but he hasn't changed a bit, has he? Still the same, identical son of a...”
“Are you okay, Alex?”
Ella's voice interrupted Omar's swearing halfway through, and immediately the three of them turned to their friend who kept looking at the front door of the diner. They exchanged understanding glances as they thought about how best to approach the problem. They all knew that, since the end of elementary school, Daniel had enjoyed tormenting Alex in every way possible and imaginable, with the shorter one never reacting to his bullying, preferring to be the bigger person, silently resisting and letting him do his thing. And ten years of such wounds do not disappear easily.
“Honey, is everything all right?” asked Ella softly, resting a hand on his arm.
Alex recoiled and turned to look at them with a lost expression, before putting on a faint smile, “It's all right. Really,” he added, seeing the grimace on the faces of the other three.
“Alex, we know that you have to work together and that you see each other practically every day, with him as defense attorney and you as prosecutor, but if it makes you uncomfortable you should..."
“I'm fine. Guys, I appreciate your concern, I really do. It means the world to me to know that you are so concerned about me, but I have learned to live with it by now. We are no longer in high school, Daniel has grown up, and so have I. I can stand up to him by now, so don't worry, okay?” and gave them a wink.
The other three let it go but exchanged a look that suggested they weren't buying it.
Because, after all, if that was really the case, how come Alex had looked so distracted when he had talked to the other? And what did it really mean that he had kept his eyes on him the whole time he had been in the diner?
There was something Alex was keeping from them, and it certainly had to do with Daniel Monroe Jr.
That same evening...
Alex threw himself onto the mattress face down and let out a groan. As he lay there letting his mind recharge after the long day he heard the door to his apartment open and heavy footsteps walk down the hallway until they stopped at the entrance to his room. After several seconds of silence in which he could clearly feel his eyes studying him a familiar voice asked, “Are you all right?”
Alex moved his head and looked toward the door, “I'm tired, that's all.”
Daniel sighed, bringing a hand to his forehead, and then walked over and sat down next to him, making the mattress squeak under his weight, “What happened?”
“It's nothing, it was just a tiring day. I'm fine, really. Just ... stress, that's all.”
The other's gray eyes peered at him, only now there was something different than that afternoon. It was the same inquiring light he had when questioning witnesses to find a flaw in their testimonies, only Alex was sure he saw a certain light of concern behind it. Finally, the bigger man sighed as he too took off his suit and tie, “Stress, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, in that case I think I have the perfect treatment for your stress.”
Alex pulled himself up on his forearms, looking at him wonderingly, but his silent question was quickly answered when Daniel pulled down his shirt as well, remaining bare-chested, and dropped his dress pants, remaining with only a jockstrap on.
Alex's eyes remained glued for several seconds to the sight of the other man's firm, hairy butt just inches from his face, which always had the power to mesmerize him. Noticing his interest Daniel chuckled before giving himself a resounding spank, causing them to jiggle in front of his eyes.
He turned and brought his face inches from his before whispering, “I'd say I have your attention. So what do you say? Shall we use my method?”
Alex was only able to nod, causing the other to smile, who then placed himself on the mattress beside him as the brunette began to clumsily remove his clothes. With all the calmness in this world Daniel took the familiar position: on all fours, his upper body bent forward, face on the mattress, ass in the air, legs apart. When Alex had removed his pants as well and returned his gaze to him he was breathless. Daniel laughed again and brought his hands to his rear, parting his buttocks, “It's all for you. Dig in.”
Alex knelt behind the other and, with trembling hands, touched the two big ass cheeks. His fingers sank into the flesh as he took to groping and jiggling them in front of his eyes, as if to test them, then slowly separated them, exposing Daniel's asshole to the air, which seemed to be waiting eagerly for him.
He stood still staring at him spellbound for a couple of seconds, but finally brought his face closer and shoved it in, taking a deep breath, and intoxicating himself with the smell of his manhood and sweat. He could hear Daniel moaning slightly at that contact, and, invigorated by it, he decided to move on to the next step: he stuck his tongue out and began moving his face around, teasing his entrance and licking his salty skin, while his nose went even deeper inside him, with the smell going more and more to his head.
Daniel took to panting as he abandoned his head against the mattress below and his hands automatically went to separate his cheeks even more so that the other could have even better access, heedless of everything else that was going on, his eyes beginning to go out of phase and his tongue left to dangle out of his lips. After a while Alex could take it no more and unceremoniously penetrated him with his tongue. A rush of pleasure ran up Daniel's spine, causing him to let out an even louder moan. Like a drunken man, his hand went for the other man's head until he found it, groped it behind the back of his nape and pressed it hard, forcing him to go even deeper. Alex now had no way out, with his face completely buried in the middle of the other man's ass, and he took to moving his tongue wildly, thrusting it in and out, covering him completely with spit and opening him up as much as he could.
Any kind of rational thought had now left Daniel's mind, leaving behind only a moaning mess begging for some relief, the tip of his hard cock sticking out of his jockstrap, dripping pre on the mattress below.
Several minutes of ass eating later finally Daniel's hand came away and Alex could take a deep breath of fresh air. His eyes ended distractedly on the show of the other's asshole, open by his tongue and now desperately begging to be filled.
As the other caught his breath, Daniel moved, throwing himself flat on his back and then reaching out and grabbing his legs behind his knees and raising them, holding them open, thus exposing his generous ass to the other, before asking with a pathetic moan, “Please fuck me.”
With his heart in his throat Alex nodded, all of a sudden able to think clear again. He walked over and positioned himself between his legs, leaning forward for better access, one hand balancing him, the other that had gone to his cock. It was a mildly comical scene, seeing the figure of the big, burly lawyer of terrible fame being overpowered by the other's thinner one as he desperately begged to be filled by him. Alex gave his cock a couple of strokes to be fully hard and then, carefully, rested the tip against his entrance. Daniel moaned and positioned himself better, opening his legs even wider if possible and throwing his ass out as with pleading eyes he asked him to stop teasing and give it to him. Alex nodded and, with a firm thrust of his hips, put it in.
The blond moaned, throwing his head back, while on top of him Alex also had to restrain himself from coming on the spot given how tight his partner was. They remained still in that position for another couple of seconds then, once he got the go-ahead from Daniel with an abrupt nod of his head, Alex began to move, first slowly then with increasing speed, taking to fucking him.
In a few minutes he managed to get completely inside of him and his movements had become rough and deep, with the smaller man's cock coming almost all the way out of him, leaving only the tip in, then going all the way in to the balls each time, accompanied by the liquid pops of their bodies coming together. Beneath him Daniel groaned, his arms that had now left his legs and his hands that had gone to his chest, where he was clutching and squeezing his nipples fiercely, his eyes almost completely turned inward, his tongue left to hang out of his lips, posed in a dumbfounded smile of pure pleasure.
As he was fucking him the blond exclaimed: “Fuck, you are always so good... No one can fill me up like you know how... I would give everything I have, I would give up everything to become your personal cumdump... If you told me, I would strip naked in the middle of the courtroom and let you mount me on the stand so that everyone can see me and know what a cockhungry slut I really am... Yes, fuck me as only you know how, brand me all over, make me yours, I am just a hole made to give you pleasure.”
Alex's ears barely registered the other man's comments, but nevertheless his movements became faster and faster and more violent until, with one last long thrust, he entered him completely, cumming with a howl, filling him completely with cum. Daniel threw back his head and moaned as he came in turn, without having touched himself even once, as the desire and knowledge that he had just been fucked by Alex took hold of him, sending him completely out of his mind, erupting and covering his body with cum.
When they were finished, Alex collapsed on top of his muscular body, his face resting in the middle of his muscular pecs, his arms slumped at his side, his legs no longer holding him up. He felt Daniel taking deep breaths and then, suddenly, his arms gently wrapping around him and holding him protectively.
He looked up and met his gray eyes, which were still staring at him slightly dazed. They turned a faint smile on each other and Alex leaned his head against him again, taking a deep breath and being lulled by the other's steady breathing.
His peace was interrupted, however, when Daniel's belly noisily reminded them of the time. The young man blushed embarrassedly and chuckled, before exclaiming, “Takeout dinner?”
Finally with a slight smile Alex nodded, “Takeout dinner.”
And as Daniel reached for his cell phone to place his order Alex lay still on the bed thinking back on his day and how complicated his life was becoming with all the relationships he was currently in and how they were inadvertently being kept secret from each other.
Absorbed as he was he almost didn't hear Daniel coming back into the room still naked, the cum he had deposited inside him running down his leg, exclaiming, “ Half an hour and they should be here.”
“Perfect, just enough time to get cleaned up and take a shower.”
The brunette made to get off the bed, but was blocked by the other who stood in front of him and leaned over him with a familiar expression, “Or ... we could have some more fun. Round two?” and without even waiting for his answer he knelt beside the bed and took his cock in his mouth, taking to blow him, with Alex only able to stare at him surprised before resuming moaning and panting.
Maybe someday he would have to clarify with Daniel what their relationship was, and maybe he would have to tell his old bullies that they weren't the only ones who occasionally had fun with him, but at the moment he couldn't think of anything other than Daniel's warm mouth around his cock and his tongue hard at work.
They were problems for tomorrow's Alex, for tonight the only thing that mattered was to relax a little in company.
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