Joaquin 2.0

Copyright © 2022 by Stimle. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

This is a re-edited and re-imagined version of my story ‘Joaquin,’ which was originally published in 2008.

They say the odds of being struck by lightning are rare, but not impossible. While there’s nothing you can do when that bolt comes hurtling down and knocks the crap out of you, you can take solace in the fact that the odds of being struck again are practically nonexistent.

Until it happens.

Months had passed since that day in the desert

The rest of winter break had gone by in a blur and before I knew it, I was back at school and knee deep in my routine of classes, homework, and swimming. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Once the season was over, I found myself spending more time in the gym to make up for the lack of time in the pool. I even posted my progress on my Instagram, which my roommates soon started calling ‘Joaquin’s Thirst Trap.’ Yes, I had to look up what that meant!

When the dorm chaplain questioned if I was becoming too prideful about my body, I countered that since our bodies are a temple of the Holy Spirit, it would make sense that the Lord would want them looking as good on the outside as they do on the inside? If somebody is going to call that being prideful or whatever, that’s on them.

Anyway, the extra gym time, along with chapel three times a week and Sunday services, helped keep my mind on the straight and narrow.

And off that dream.

That dream…

Not that I ever thought about it. But…well, let’s just say that just because I didn’t think about the dream didn’t mean I didn’t dream it every now and then.

And every now and then when I’d have that dream, I’d wake to find my sheets drenched with sweat and my briefs filled with cum…

I was back home in New Mexico for the summer. Being on scholarship means I have to keep my grades up in order to maintain my eligibility. Studying and practice doesn’t leave any time for a job, and without a job, there’s not much spending money. So, I decided to work as much as I could over the summer so I would have cash at school and not have to hit up Mom and Dad.

One of my dad’s friends from church owns a pool company and I spent most of my days cleaning pools. The pay was decent and the hours were great (plenty of time to hit the gym every morning), but the best part was I got to be shirtless so I wouldn’t have a farmer’s tan. Come on, you have to agree that’s not being prideful.

Nights and weekends I was a server at the restaurant in the historic district of town where I’d worked the previous summer. It was busy every night, and I made a killing in tips.

It was also where I met Danielle. She was pretty and funny and we hit if off instantly. She was also a Christian and started coming to church with me. When I found out she was going to my school in the fall – like me, she was a student athlete – I knew it was the Lord bringing us together.

Which brings us to now.

It was the end of August – where had the summer gone? – and I was leaving for school in a week. I’d quit the pool job on Monday and my last night at the restaurant was Saturday. Today a few of us from the church college group were going door to door in the neighborhoods by the university to evangelize.

I knew I wouldn’t have time afterwards to drive back home to change clothes before my shift at the restaurant, so I decided to wear my work outfit.

The pants were slim fit camel-colored chinos paired with a plain white dress shirt and a black tie. Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I tucked the shirt in, zipped up, and buckled my belt. I ran a hand through my thick dark brown hair and then knotted my tie. With any luck, nobody would mistake me for a Jehovah’s Witness!

I rolled up my sleeves and bent to tie my shoes, stopping mid-loop when I realized I could see my brief lines. Oh no, I thought, frowning at the tell-tale lines framing my butt. I’d bought the pants last summer, but that was before I’d added the extra muscle from the gym. The first time I put them on this summer I’d been a little self-conscious at how snug they felt in certain places, but Danielle said she liked how they looked and assured me I’d make better tips if I wore them instead of buying a larger pair. I reluctantly agreed, and she was right. I made a ton of tips! But dang, briefs lines are embarrassing!

When I stood back up though, I noticed the lines were no longer visible. I turned this way and that, tugging at the seat of my pants and bending over to be sure. I even shoved my hands in my pockets. Nothing. That was a relief! For a minute I thought I was going to have to go commando!

I tried going commando one time last semester. I was out of clean underwear and didn’t think anything of it because a couple of the guys on the team freeballed. But when I checked myself in the mirror before leaving my dorm room, I was shocked to see how obvious my thing was lying there pressed against my thigh. Worse, every time I took a step it felt like somebody was stroking it. Like Jack had. Wait. No. That was a dream…

Anyway, the rubbing sensation made me hard as rebar, so I ended up putting on the briefs I’d worn the day before. It was gross knowing I was wearing dirty underwear, but there was no way I was walking around like that!

We planned to meet for lunch at a Chick-fil-A near the college before we headed out, but somehow I got mixed up and went to the wrong location. By the time I realized my mistake and got to the right place, the group had finished eating.

“You and directions,” my best friend Rundy chuckled.

“Right?” Danielle said.

“Not you too,” I said. My stomach rumbled and they laughed. “I’ll grab something later,” I said, sliding the neighborhood map Rundy handed me into my pocket.

“Remember we’re meeting back at the church office at 5 o’clock,” Danielle said as she gave me a quick kiss.

I looked at my watch. “I’ll try to make it,” I said, “but my shift starts at six.”

“Okay,” she said with a fake pout. “Text me later?”

I smiled. “Love you.”

“Love you.”

“Barf,” Rundy groused, flicking my ear as he passed me on the way to his car.

“Shut up, Rundy,” Danielle and I chorused together.

I typed my neighborhood assignment into the GPS on my phone, hit go, and a few minutes later I was at my destination. I noticed I was low on gas so I pulled into a Circle K on the corner.

I filled up and was on my way back to my car from paying the attendant, distracted by arranging my cash in order of denomination (I’m weird like that) and not paying attention, when I bumped into a mountain of a man. I stepped back and looked up. And up. And up Dang, he had to be at least 6’6! I moved to side-step him and ended up tripping over my own feet.

His hands shot out and he grabbed me, hauling me up and steadying me. “Easy now, boy,” he drawled, resting his big paws on my shoulders as his eyes seemed to slowly rake over my body.

He was wearing jeans and a flannel and had a big barrel chest. He smelled of cigarettes, pine-scented air freshener, and Mennen Speed Stick deodorant. The combination triggered something in me and I broke into a sweat.

“Sorry sir,” I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.

He shot me a smile and gave my shoulders a light squeeze. “You watch where you’re goin’ now, boy,” he drawled, dragging the word ‘boy’ out. He winked at me.

“Yessir,” I mumbled in apology, my eyes blinking a few times in rapid succession as I quickly maneuvered around him. I got into my Jeep and pulled into a spot on the other side of the parking lot away from his truck, threw it into park, and cranked the air.

Panting, I reached blindly for my Bible and opened it, flipping to several verses I had bookmarked: Matthew 26:41… James 1:14-16… II Timothy 2:22… Psalm 119:9… 1 Corinthians 6:8…

Squeezing my eyes shut, I mumbled fervent prayers for the next ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes later I was settled down and in my assigned neighborhood, knocking on doors. I enjoy evangelism. I know it’s not for everybody, but there’s something about meeting people where they live. Sometimes literally.

Being the middle of the day, it wasn’t surprising that a lot of people weren’t home. Of the people who were, and who answered the door, most were nice and heard me out. I even got propositioned a couple of times by what Rundy calls ‘desperate housewives.’

Just before two, I headed to the next neighborhood on my list, parked, and started canvassing. An older couple had invited me onto their patio and while we talked, I noticed movement in the window of the house next door. The woman noticed it as well.

“Oh, you should stop by there,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Three young men about your age live there. They’re such nice young boys, usually quiet, but they could use the Lord.”

“Sure could,” her husband agreed. “Smoking those funny cigarettes. I have to keep the window closed in the hall bathroom, the smell is so strong at times.”

We chatted several more minutes and then I was off. I decided to try next door. I could hear voices behind the door as I climbed the steps of the front porch followed by a rash of hushed conversation. They were speaking fast, but I thought I heard, “that’s him” and “boy” and “yes, it is” and “truck.” It was mostly unintelligible.

I knocked on the door and when twenty seconds passed and nobody answered, I stepped back and pulled a flyer from my Bible to slide next to the doorknob.

Just then the door opened and I found myself face to face with two guys about my age.

“Help you?” the taller one said. He was about my height but leaner, good-looking – they both were – with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was wearing joggers and a USC Baseball t-shirt.

I held out my hand. “Hi, I’m Joaquin… Kangas. I go to Riverside Community Church. I’d like to talk to you about my church and invite you to service on Sunday.”

The second guy, sandy-haired with blue eyes and wearing an A&F t-shirt and basketball shorts, made a face. “Church?” He rolled his eyes and walked away.

I opened my mouth to continue, but somebody else began to speak. “Ask him to come in or go outside, Luc. You’re letting the AC out.”

The guy at the door, Luc, opened it wider. “Come on in,” he said. “I’m Luc, that was TJ, and this” – he indicated a shirtless Latino guy standing a few feet away – “is Jesse.”

“What’re you selling?” Jesse asked as he pulled on a t-shirt.

I wiped my feet on the door mat and stepped inside. “Oh, I’m not selling anything. I wanted to invite you to my church on Sunday.”

“Church,” TJ huffed again. He was slouched on a large over-sized couch scrolling through something on his phone. TikTok, no doubt.

“Easy now, heathen,” Jesse said with a laugh. He stepped closer. He was taller than me by an inch or so and had a warm smile and perfect white teeth. He shook my hand. “Why don’t you tell us about your church – Joaquin was it? – and why it is we should go?”

“Oh, sure,” I said as I slipped a flyer out of my Bible. “I go to--“

“I’m thirsty as fuck,” he interrupted as he walked past me. “I’m gonna grab a coke. Want one?”

“Oh, water’s fine,” I said, a bit taken back by his language. “Thanks.”

“I’ll take one!” TJ called after him. Jesse responded with a middle finger over his shoulder. TJ grinned and followed after him.

“Have a seat,” Luc offered, indicating the comfortable looking couch TJ had been sitting on as he flopped onto a matching oversized chair and threw. He threw one leg up on the arm.

I sat just as Jesse and TJ returned from the other room, each carrying two tumblers filled with coke. TJ handed me one and I took a big drink.

“This is good, thank you,” I said as I took a long drink. “I don’t think I’ve had it before. What is it?”

“Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper.”

Ah, diet. That explained the aftertaste. “It’s really good.”
TJ took a long draw from his and sat down to my right. Luc got up and sat on my other side and Jesse perched on the arm of the chair he’d just vacated.

“So,” Luc said, eyeing me over the rim of his cup as he took a sip. “You were saying?”

“Oh yeah.” I hurriedly finished my coke and set my cup down. I pulled more printed flyers from my Bible and handed them around.

“I’ll get you a refill,” TJ said, scanning his flyer as he walked into the other room.

“Oh, no need,” I said, just as my stomach rumbled. Loudly. “I’m so sorry,” I stammered, heat rushing to my face.

Jesse laughed. “Would you like something to eat?”

I shook my head. “No, no, that’s okay. Thank you though.” But my traitorous stomach spoke up again and he laughed.

“Hey TJ!” he called to the other room. “Are there any of those brownies left from the other day?”

TJ poked his head around the corner. “Yup. Want some?”

“Yeah. Nuke a few, will ya?” He looked at me. “They’re better warm.”

A minute later the microwave dinged and a few seconds after that TJ was back, juggling a plate full of brownies in one hand and a two-liter of coke and tumbler filled with ice in the other. He set the brownies down on the coffee table and handed me the fresh tumbler. He filled it, topped off the others, and then pulled a wad of napkins from his pocket and tossed them next to the brownies.

Jesse handed me a brownie and took one for himself.

“Thanks. I haven’t had anything since breakfast.” I took a bite. “Oh my gosh,” I said around a mouthful, “this is so good! What kind is it?”

“Flaxseed or some shit,” Luc said. “Jesse’s on a health kick this summer. What did you say’s in ‘em? Gluten free coconut flour and yak piss?” Jesse flipped double birds this time.

TJ laughed. “Jesse makes these healthy brownies and then eats shit like pizza.”

“Fuck off,” Jesse shot back, grinning. “That’s only on cheat day.” He looked at me and held up the plate. “Good yeah? Have another.”

“Thanks!” I grabbed a second brownie and took a bite, washing it down with another drink of coke.

“So, you were telling us about your church.”

“Oh, yeah.” I swallowed the last of the brownie and washed it down with more coke. Jesse handed me another brownie while TJ refilled my tumbler.

I told them about the college group and what we’d been studying as well as some of the different activities that were planned throughout the year. The guys were listening, almost too intently it seemed, and I got the sense they were waiting for something.

I finished my third brownie and took a few more sips of coke when I started to feel warm. I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead.

“You okay man?” Jesse asked, leaning toward me.

“It’s a little warm,” I said.

“Finish your drink,” he urged, nodding at my cup. “Maybe loosen that tie?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Good idea.” I loosened my tie and fumbled with the top button. “What was I saying?” Somehow I’d lost track of my thoughts.

TJ stood up. “Fuck, it’s hot as balls in here.” He stripped his t-shirt off. His basketball shorts hung low on his hips and it didn’t look like he was wearing underwear.

“Go ahead and take your shirt off if you want,” Luc said.

“Huh?”

He laughed. “I said take your shirt.”

“Oh, um--”

“Go ahead,” Jesse urged, “it’s just us guys here.”

I took my tie off and reached for my top button again. The room seemed to dip and pitch and I suddenly felt dizzy. I shook my head as if that would clear it.

Luc reached over and unbuttoned my shirt. “Here, let me give you a hand.”

He tugged it from my pants and I awkwardly shrugged out of it, unaware of the looks I was getting.

“Damn, dude. Looks like the gun show is in town,” he said, a note of awe in his voice.

I giggled. Giggled?!

“Can I?” he asked, touching my bicep.

“Huh? Oh, um, sure.”

“You work out a lot?”

That seemed to pull me from my fog for a second. “Oh yeah. Every day.”

“It shows.” He squeezed my bicep. “Mind flexing for me?”

I brightened. “Sure.” Staying seated, I did a front double bicep and a front lat spread. When he indicated I should continue, I did a side chest.

“What’s your routine?” Jesse asked, handing me my coke as Luc continued to almost fondle my muscles.

I drained the glass and launched into my workout regime and diet, happy to have an audience as I continued to flex. I got distracted watching the rounded bulges in my upper arms cause the material of my white t-shirt to stretch as it tightened around the tops of my biceps.

“Nice,” TJ said softly, almost reverently, from my other side as he lightly caressed my muscles. His touch caused me to jump and pulled me out of my daze. I realized he’d moved over so close to me that his leg was pressed to mine. I noticed that Luc had likewise slid over.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the attention.

“Real nice,” TJ continued. “I’d love to see the development in your back.”

“If you want,” I said.

“Yeah.” He hopped up and pulled the coffee table away from the couch to give me room.

When I went to stand, though, I found I was unsteady and crashed back onto the couch. What the devil?

TJ extended his hand and pulled me to my feet, where I promptly overbalanced and pitched forward.

“Whoa, head rush.” My voice sounded off and I realized I was slurring my words. My tongue felt thick in my mouth.

Luc tugged at the sleeve of my t-shirt. “You should take this off.”

I looked at him blankly.

“So we can see your definition.”

I shook my head again. “Oh, um yeah. Good idea.” We both reached for the hem at the same time, tugging.

“Look guys,” he said with a laugh. “He tucked his t-shirt into his undies.”

I blushed and stammered, “It helps it stay in place better.”

“Cute.”

“Like a little boy,” Jesse laughed. I noticed he hadn’t moved from his spot on the arm of the couch. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his head was tilted to one side as if assessing me.

I blushed again, dipping my head. I didn’t resist when Luc gently patted my hands away and tugged my t-shirt from the waistband of my briefs.

“Upsy daisy,” he directed. I did as ordered and he pulled it up. His thumbs brushed over my nipples and I felt a tingling sensation. Then the shirt was over my head and off, and he was urging me to flex again.

He whistled softly as he circled me, murmuring comments of approval about my form. I shivered as I felt fingertips brush against my skin, along the mounds of my biceps, and the muscles in my neck.

“Bruh, you’re cut,” he said.

“Thanks.” Face flushed, I stared at him. My head felt swimmy, like I was underwater. It reminded me of when I had my wisdom teeth out last summer. They’d been impacted and I’d needed oral surgery, followed by some heavy-duty pain meds that spaced me out.

Jesse stood and walked over to me. He ran his hands over my biceps. “You’ve got a great body, boy.”

Boy? Boy… For some reason the big trucker at the Circle K flashed into my head followed by a memory of that dream. That dream…

No. I shook my head as if that could somehow banish the thought from my mind. I glanced down and my eyes widened when I saw the noticeable swell in the front of my pants. I could actually feel the blood pumping into my dick, causing it to thicken and lengthen in the confines of my briefs. I swear I saw it move, and when it began to strain almost painfully against my zipper, I had to force myself to keep from adjusting it.

I was suddenly hyperaware of the fingers on my body, how they felt so good – almost electric – and I shivered again. I felt pleasure seeping into my body as I swayed, my body enveloped in a warm haze as Luc, Jesse, and TJ’s hands continued to roam over my upper body, steadying me as they felt me up.

“So cut,” Luc said as he cupped my pec. He let his hand linger and when his calloused thumb began to brush back and forth over my nipple, I let out a startled gasp.

“That feel good, boy?”

I gave an involuntary nod as I gulped. Loudly. Boy? His fingers began to gently squeeze and roll my nipple and I whimpered softly. What was going on?

“Yeah, you like that, huh?”

I nodded, for some reason unable to form words.

The back of his other hand brushed over the now prominent ridge that crested the front of my pants. “I can tell,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “That’s some monster you got there. Bet you get a lot of pussy.”

“Pussy?” I repeated, giggling again as I shook my head. “No. Saving myself.”

They all laughed like I’d just told the funniest joke ever.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“You,” TJ chuckled. “Saving yourself? Really?”

Even as flushed as I was, I felt my face redden.

“You’re so fucking baked,” Jesse said.

“Baked?”

“I don’t think he knows what that means,” TJ said.
Jesse laughed. “Of course he doesn’t.”

I swayed again and Luc put his hand on my bicep. “Maybe we should go someplace more comfortable.”

“Um…” I looked around. TJ and Jesse were smirking. “Okay?”

Luc took hold of the front of my pants, his fingers curled around my belt, waistband, and the elastic of my briefs, knuckles pressed against my hot skin. His long fingers tangled in my pubic hair and I could feel the tip of one touching the tip of my penis.

I looked up at him with a gasp and he flashed me a knowing smile. I gulped as my dick started to harden, as if reaching up on its own to touch his finger back. What. The. Heck?

His smile got bigger and he touched the head of my cock again. Then he gave a gentle tug, leading me unresisting across the room to the hallway. I felt like I was floating, even though I was stumbling and staggering behind him. TJ followed close behind, one hand on my lower back, the other cupping my ass to steady me.

Luc opened the door to a bedroom and ushered me inside. It looked like the master, large with high ceilings and en suite bathroom. There was a giant flatscreen TV mounted on the wall across from the bed and the other, the one opposite the bathroom, was made up of mirrored sliding doors. Closets, my dazed mind realized.

He was still holding onto the front of my pants, which were riding low now, exposing an inch or so of the waistband of my white briefs.

He and TJ sat me down on the edge of the king-size bed and he stepped between my legs. He peeled off his t-shirt and I stared as his tanned, gym-toned body came into view. He ran his hands over his abs, slowly. Deliberately. “Not bad, huh?” He took my hand and placed it on his belly. “How’re my cum-gutters compared to yours?”

Cum-gutters? I opened my mouth but he continued on, “Let me get these off,” he sighed as he pushed his joggers down. “TJ’s right, it’s fucking hot.”

He kicked the pants off to reveal a blue Calvin Klein jock. I’m not a fan of jockstraps – I prefer briefs or shorts with liners when I work out – but I found myself staring. It was strained to the limit and when he pulled it down in front, his fully erect dick popped up and slapped his belly. I flinched.

“Ah, that’s better.” He grinned and took my hand again, this time wrapping my fingers around his cock. I gulped, eyes wide, still not able to speak. My fingers seemed to know their own language, though, and I watched with a detached fascination as they gripped his dick and began a tentative up and down motion.

“That’s it,” he said as he leaned into my touch, thrusting his erection into the tight circle of my fingers. He began to groan and a minute later grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off his shaft. “Fuuuuccckk… I’m gonna blow if you keep that up!”

I blinked up at him and he laughed. He put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a gentle push, tumbling me onto my back. He was still between my legs, which were hanging over the side of the bed, and he leaned over to undo my belt buckle before popping open the button of my pants. His hand brushed more suggestively over my now throbbing erection and I felt fingers grab onto the tab of my zipper.

“Unnhh,” I moaned as he slowly, so slowly lowered my fly, the gradual opening releasing the pressure that had built up on my hard on.

He got my pants open and then he and TJ began to work them down, tugging and yanking. Luc pulled my shoes off and tossed them aside. My socks were next. Then my pants were stripped completely off, leaving me in nothing but my obscenely tented briefs.

“Fuck…” TJ breathed as he gazed down at me, eyes wide, mouth gaping open. He covered my crotch with his hand and began to fondle me through my briefs. His touch was firm and not at all unwelcome. In fact, it felt almost familiar in a way.

I moaned lowly as his fingers cupped my balls, gently rolling them as his thumb stroked up and down the length of my erection, flicking over the tip that was leaking so much pre-cum that the white cotton was slick and shiny and translucent.

“Unghhh…” I bucked my hips into the touch, wanting more. Needing more. My moans were met with a round of laughter.

“Damn but you’re a horny motherfucker, aren’t you,” Luc said.

I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head furiously.

I felt the bed dip as Luc sat next to me. He leaned in close on one elbow. “Come on, boy,” he said, coaxingly running his thumb across the seam of my mouth, playing with my lower lip. “Just admit it.”

Boy… He rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger and I couldn’t suppress my moan of pleasure. Then he pinched it and chuckled when I gasped.

“Like that?” he asked as he gave it another sharp twist that had me groaning and thrashing helplessly as he teased the nub until it felt as hard as my dick.

His face moved closer, his stubbled whiskers grazing against my neck as he nuzzled me. All the while he was tweaking and pinching my nipples, teasing them into hard points. Little erections on my chest. It felt foreign, so unlike anything I’d experienced when Danielle or any of my previous girlfriends had kissed my neck. This was different, somehow. Better. Of course, none of the girls I’d dated before had ever touched my chest like this, let alone anywhere below my neck.

Luc’s mouth moved lower and when he reached my nipples his tongue darted out and began to lick at the one nearest while he gently scratched his fingernail over the hard bud of the other.

“Oh God!” I gasped, and it was like I was back in that truck with Jack. His hands on me, his mouth on me. Worshipping me. Possessing me. Owning me… Fucking me.

"A body like this needs to be used, not neglected. Celebrated, not celibate."

“Oh Jack,” I moaned, my voice breathy as the memory of those words washed over me. Luc flicked my nipple again and I gave a loud squeak. “Oh Jaaaaack… pleeeeaaase…”

I reached down to touch myself, to give myself the release I needed, the release being denied to me.

“Easy there,” Luc said as he grabbed my wrist, laughing when I whined. “Isn’t it a sin for you Christian boys to masturbate?”

“Yeah,” TJ put in as he flicked the tip of my dick through my briefs, “won’t you go blind or some shit like that if you jerk off?”

His comment made me think of a prospective student who’d toured the school with his dad this past year. Tall, good-looking kid. Student athlete. Water polo player. It was weird how his dad had shadowed him everywhere he went, even insisted on spending the night with him in our room. Said he knew what college boys did in the dorms and didn’t want his kid exposed to any inappropriate behavior. Told him in front of all of us that every time he masturbated, he was burning a piece of his soul. Totally intense dude. They ended up choosing a school in California. Heck, talk about burning your soul: from what I hear, California’s basically Sodom and Gomorrah. But Buck – that was the kid’s name – was totally grounded in his faith. No way he’d ever backslide.

Luc clapped his hands twice, yanking me back to the present. “Where did you go?”

“He’s so wasted,” TJ said as he began to work me aggressively through my briefs, squeezing my shaft, thumbing the tip of my dick, kneading my balls. I moaned and gasped and writhed.

Then, as if they’d coordinated their movements, he gently pinched the head of my cock while Luc tongued my nipple and then took it between his teeth and nipped.

“Unh! Unh! UNHHH!!!!” I cried out as my body bucked completely off the bed and I began to cum, my hips thrusting violently as my pent-up load filled my briefs.

“Shit, he’s spooging!” TJ exclaimed, pulling his hand away as my throbbing cock continued to pulse. “He’s fucking spooging in his shorts!”

He and Luc jumped up and looked down at me from the foot of the bed. I was aware of movement in the doorway and turned my head to see Jesse walking into the room.

“I knew I had some!” he said triumphantly, holding up two small brown bottles. They looked familiar… He was also carrying an open MacBook and stopped short when he saw us. “What the fuck you guys do?”

“Nothing!” TJ insisted and Luc nodded. “We barely touched him.”

Jesse rolled his eyes and walked over to where I lay, spent and exhausted. He looked at his computer screen and then down at me. “You’re right,” he said. “It’s Truck Boy.”

“Told ya,” Luc said. “I’d know him anywhere.

Truck Boy? What the heck were they talking about?

“Yeah, but who the fuck is Jack?” Jesse asked. “He was screaming his name at the top of his lungs.”

“He’s the older dude from the video,” Luc said. “Remember?”

“Oh,” Jesse said with a shrug, “okay. I guess I forgot his name.” He looked down at me again. “Is it cute or twisted as fuck that you miss the guy who filmed you while he took your cherry?”

My cherry? Filmed? Oh… God! There’s a video? There’s a video and they’ve seen it? But how? I tried to sit up but my body felt boneless and I slumped back down.

“You know,” TJ said, “they say you always remember your first.”

“Like you’d know, virgin,” Luc laughed.

“Fuck off,” TJ retorted, without heat.

“Oh, that’s right. You and Jesse railed the cable guy last week.”
“And got HBOMAX free for six months, thank you very much, fucker!” He and Jesse high-fived.

“Yeah, add somebody else to the list of people who likes your brownies.”

Jesse smiled. “What can I say?” His nose scrunched up and he looked down at my crotch. “Dude, did you fucking cream yourself? What are you, fifteen?”

I turned away from him, my face hot with shame.

“You’re just gonna lay there marinating in your jizz?” he asked, his tone condescending. He slapped my hip. “Come on, take those things off.”

I started to ease my briefs down, but I felt out of it and sapped of strength. The room was spinning now, like it had that day in the truck, and I was so dizzy I slumped back onto the bed.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jesse growled. He yanked my briefs off and tossed them at me. They landed on my face, inside out, and the pouch – filled with my still-warm and wet load – covered my nose and mouth. The heady smell assaulted nostrils and I inhaled deeply.

“Ohhhhh!!!!! That’s awesome,” TJ said.

“What?”

“He just sniffed his tighty whities!”

“That’s disgusting.”

Luc laughed and rubbed my briefs on my face, coating my lips and chin with my cum. The taste was familiar…

Jesse picked up the remote, turned the TV on, and tapped at the computer keyboard. The giant TV lit up and suddenly there I was, sprawled out on a bed, completely naked… and erect?! Somebody was leaning over me and when they turned to face the camera I gasped.

“Jack?!”

All eyes turned to me, but my eyes were glued to the screen as my recurring dream – now a larger-than-life nightmare – began to play out in living color. I gasped when I saw myself climb to all fours and let a man I didn’t know spread my butt cheeks and lick my backside.

"Oh! FUCK!"

I winced hearing myself shout swears like I used the all the time.

If letting a stranger do that to me wasn’t bad enough, I was shocked when my body began to rock back into his face, into that probing, lashing tongue.

"Oh God, no…"

"More…more…oh fuck more…"

And finally… no… NO! I reached back and pushed his face into my spread ass…

"Harder… More…"

Disgusted with myself, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block out the sounds of my debauchery. Heck, you couldn’t even call it rape, let alone assault, because if the images were to be believed – and pictures don’t lie – I was clearly a willing and active participant.

"FUCK ME! HARDER… OH FUCK!"

My eyes snapped open and I watched in a mix of rapt fascination and horror as the man on the screen – Jack – thrust into me over and over as I moaned and screamed and begged for more.

"You like being my bitch? You like your legs spread as I slam your pussy?"

"Fuck me…please fuck me harder…oh fuck…"

"You want more?"

"Fuck yes!"

I lay mesmerized, unable to stop watching. When the video ended, Jesse tapped the computer keyboard and it started up again, the room once again filled with my cries and screams of pleasure.

I couldn’t look away.

The guys tugged my body so I was all the way on the mattress. At one point they had me positioned so my head was at the edge of the bed, giving me an upside-down view of TJ as he skimmed his basketball shorts down. He was commando, as I suspected, and I giggled at my earlier recollection.

“You’re high as a fucking kite,” he laughed as he pulled me to the center of the bed, shoved pillows under my head and upper back, and straddled my chest. His hard dick was inches from my face.

He ran a finger across my lips once again, gathering a bit of drying cum. “Come on, open up for me.”

I gazed into his blue eyes, at his smile, at the way he bit his lower lip. Somehow his finger just slipped into my mouth.

He sawed it back and forth a couple of times, slow and easy. “Give it a little suck for me.” Eyes locked on his, I obeyed.

He moaned in pleasure and I closed my eyes, tasting myself on his finger as it continued to slide in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to moan as well.

I don’t know how long we went on, but it was quiet in the room now – had somebody muted the TV? – the only sounds coming from me.

He pulled his finger from my mouth, and when I began to protest, something warm and hard, but fleshy, took its place.

My eyes flew open. His dick was in my mouth!

“Don’t stop now,” he said, cupping the back of my head and pulling me forward, “you were just getting started.”

Even in my addled state, I knew what I was doing. I knew I should stop. Instead, my tongue curled around the sponge-soft head of TJ’s cock. It was almost a reflex move, like I’d done it before. Muscle memory?

“That’s right,” he said, and then he began to thrust his hips. Slow and easy. “That’s right, no teeth. Aw, yeah.”

After several seconds, his thrusts took on a more urgent quality and even as mellow and chill as I’d been feeling, I began to panic. “Mmmpphh… mmmppphhhh…”

“Easy, easy,” he said as the panic welled. “Close your eyes. Try to relax and breathe through your nose.”

I gave small nod and tried to do as he said, closing my eyes and breathing through my nose.

“That’s it,” another voice – Jesse – said. “Nice even breaths. That’s good. In and then out.”

I felt a little calmer at his gentle instructions, taking the deep breaths he urged. When I took my next lungful of air, though, something smooth and curved had been placed against both my nostrils, and before my sluggish mind could process what was happening, I inhaled.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes and a warm sensation coursed through my body.

“Ungghhhh…”

"It smells like happy."

“Again,” came a sharp command and I obeyed, my head snapping back as a kaleidoscope of images swirled in my brain.

The poppers were put under my nose again for more sniffs and then TJ shoved his dick back into my mouth. I gagged as spit and drool spilled out around his thick shaft. He didn’t stop though, repeatedly pushing deep into my throat, giving me only a moment to breathe between each thrust.

Snot ran from my nose, mixed with the pre-cum leaking from the corners of my mouth, and dribbled down my chin to form a thick puddle of slime on the sheets.

TJ fucked my face again and again until I was too exhausted to keep up. My mouth dropped open and his cock slipped out.

“Motherfucker,” he snapped as my head fell back against the pillow.

A hand cupped the back of my head and I fluttered my eyes open to see him leaning forward with his dick in his hand, jacking off. He grunted and suddenly began to cum. The first jet hit my right cheek. The second and third sprayed my chin and neck. I opened my mouth in shock and the next two blasts hit my upper lip and top row of teeth.

“Epic!” Jesse said from where he sat next to me. He shoved the poppers back under my nose and my eyes drifted closed.

The next thing I recall, I was being rolled onto my stomach and then somebody pulled me up to my knees. Jesse put a cup to my mouth. “You thirsty?” I nodded and he tipped it up. It was coke and I drank half of it. That aftertaste…

He nudged my lips with the cup. “Go on and finish it,” he said, ruffling my hair. “You took TJ’s cock like a champ.”

I don’t know why, but the praise pleased me and I finished the rest of the coke, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand while he carded his fingers through my hair. I gave him a shy smile and looked down, noticing he had stripped down to just a pair of black briefs that seemed barely able to hold him in, he was so erect. He must’ve saw me staring because he gave a snort and thrust his hips. Then, the one hand still stroking my hair, he put his other on my shoulder and eased me down so I was on all fours, facing him. The black bulge – slick at the spot where his leaking erection jutted up and to the left – was just inches from my face.

When I looked up, the hand in my hair tightened and he pushed down the front of his briefs with the other. He grabbed his cock and traced the tip across my cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

I stared up at him and his lip curled into a smirk as he ran the tip of his dick across the seam of my lips. “Open up, Truck Boy,” he said.

As if I had no will of my own, my mouth opened and my lips wrapped around the head of his cock. As my tongue lapped and swirled, he put his hands on the back of my head and slowly pulled me forward.

“Good boy,” he praised as his dick slipped easily all the way in. “That’s right, take all of it.”

“I see somebody’s schooled you in the fine art of cock-sucking,” Luc said, leaning into my peripheral vision. “Did Jack teach you that or are you just a natural-born cocksucker?”

“I vote for natural-born,” Jesse said. He let go of my head and started moving his hips to fuck my mouth. “He wouldn’t be the first do-gooder church boy I’ve met who took to cock so greedily.”

I should’ve been humiliated at what they were saying, but my mind felt so dull and sluggish and right now nothing seemed to matter except Jesse’s dick in my mouth and pleasing him. I swirled my tongue around the head and hummed.

"All you Christian boys are the same. Loosen you up a little and you turn into a total slut."

“I don’t know who’s having a better time, you or Truck Boy,” TJ said as he flopped down next to Jesse. “Look at him going to town!” I glanced over to see he was holding his phone out.

“Say cheese!” Jesse laughed as TJ leaned forward and began to snap pictures.

I hesitated and started to pull back, but Jesse put the poppers back to my nose and I automatically inhaled. When the fumes hit, I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around his shaft, not caring about anything except the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. I felt like I was on a raft that had been set adrift and I was floating free. No pressures. No expectations. Untethered.

When I blinked back to awareness, Jesse was sitting and I was down on my elbows, butt in the air, bobbing up and down on his cock. I was so in the moment that I was barely aware of the long, nimble fingers stroking up and down my thighs. The touch was strong but at the same time delicate as they moved closer and closer to my butt. Then they were running up and down the length of my crease, coating it with some kind of lotion.

The fingers passed over my hole several times, soft and light, each time lingering just a bit longer on my tightly puckered hole, tracing lazy circles around it, tapping it, lightly pressing on it.

It was several minutes before I realized that a finger had actually penetrated me and was sliding in and out of my hole. Gentle and easy. In and out, in and out, in slow, even strokes. How long had that been happening?

“Mmmm.” I groaned my pleasure, slobbering around Jesse’s cock as the finger continued it way. In and out… in and out…

“That’s it,” I heard Luc say as Jesse ruffled my hair.

The next thing I knew, there were two fingers thrusting into me, still gentle and easy, in and out… in and out… in and out, coating my inside with that slick, cool gel.

I was coming down from another long hit of the poppers when I became aware that I was pushing back on the fingers! I still had Jesse’s dick in my mouth, but he’d stopped thrusting his hips and I could hear him laughing as I practically bounced onto those fingers. So many fingers now…Two? Three? Four? So many. All inside me. Turning and twisting, stretching me, opening me up. In and out… in and out… I pushed back again.

“Fuuuuuuck…” The swear just slipped out, but I didn’t care because it felt so good.

I don’t know how long I continued to fuck myself on Luc’s fingers before he pulled them out of my hole. Moaning my displeasure, I pulled off Jesse’s dick and looked back over my shoulder.

In that instant, they flipped me onto my back and a smiling Luc loomed over me. He pushed my legs apart, knelt between them, and held them up in a wide vee. That was when the reality of the situation finally registered. He was going to fuck me!

I reached out and grabbed his arms to push him away just as he slammed into me. “FUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!” I screamed as his balls slapped against my upturned ass. No… this couldn’t be happening. Not again.

“Damn, but you’re tight,” Luc ground out through clenched teeth as his cock pushed into me.

“Fffffuuuuck…” I gurgled as his dick bottomed out in me. I could feel my eyes roll up and I thought I was going to choke on my tongue. He stilled for a long moment, as if to let me get used to him being inside of me, before he pulled nearly all the way out, only to slam back into me.

“Oh God!!!” I cried out as he once more buried himself balls-deep in me.

“Unh, unh, uhn,” Luc grunted as he continued to thrust, rabbit-fucking me. My eyes flew open and my mouth made a breathless ‘O’ as I watched him, hair wild and tousled, hitch my legs up and drape them over his shoulders. He began to really pound into me then, and I tried to distract myself by focusing on the stark contrast of my deeply tanned legs against his lighter skin.

After a few awkward initial thrusts, he settled into a rhythm. His strokes were more steady, less frantic, less… animal. I was still grasping his biceps, but instead of pushing him away, I realized I was pulling myself closer, grinding down on his cock as he pistoned in and out of me, impaling me.

When his dick grazed over a spot deep inside me, I squealed and dug my fingers into his arms. He shifted his hips to change the angle of his thrusts and suddenly he was hitting that spot with each stroke.

“Oh Christ!!” I screamed, my voice shrill and harsh. Unrecognizable. From my recent swim team physical, I knew it was my prostate, but for some reason the word ‘bitch button’ popped into my head.

"Found your bitch button…come on, boy…push back on that cock."

Prostate or bitch button or whatever, he was ringing my bell and I couldn’t get enough. “Harder! Harder! Fuck me!”

We stuck to that rhythm for several minutes and I clutched tightly to him like my life depended on it as he drove into me again and again and again, power-fucking me.

“Luc!” I cried out, “fuck me!”

He obliged, and with a strength that belied his size, lifted me off the bed, held me close, and thrust up into me.

“Oh fuck!!!” I wailed, gripping him tighter, my fingers digging into corded muscle. I threw my head back and practically bounced up and down on his cock as fractured memories of that afternoon in the back of Jack’s truck played over and over – both in my mind and on the TV – in a never-ending loop.

“More…more…oh fuck more…”

“Harder… More…”

“FUCK ME! HARDER… OH FUCK!”

“Fuck me, Luc!!”

It only took a few more thrusts before I felt the condom inside me swell and I knew he was cumming, pumping his load into it, filling me. And then I was cumming too, calling out his name in a chant as jets of sticky wet heat shot up between our bodies.

“Luc! Luc! Luc! Luc! Luc!”

My cried were so loud they drowned out the noise from the video. It wasn’t until several seconds later that I realized the TV had been off for some time and all the shouting and screaming had been coming from me.

I collapsed in his arms, spent and exhausted, still clinging to him as eased me down onto the bed, my ragged breaths the only sound in the room.

Something woke me – a buzzing noise – and I opened my eyes. It took me several seconds to place where I was. I’d been going door to door, inviting people to church and… I sat bolt upright as fragments of memory began to come into focus.

“Oh no,” I muttered and flopped back onto the mattress, throwing my arm over my face as the events of the afternoon came rushing back to me like a sweeping tide. My head still felt light but at least the room wasn’t spinning anymore.

A stifled laugh from somewhere close by made me jump and I whipped my head around to find somebody – Luc? – in bed with me. What the heck?!

He was sitting against the headboard, scrolling through something on his phone while idly running his other hand over his abs. He glanced my way and set his phone down. “Hi there,” he said. He neither looked nor sounded judgmental.

“Um, hi.” I pulled the sheet up to my neck. I was so embarrassed.

“You looking for this?” He pulled the sheet covering him down to reveal his erection. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a couple of tugs. I gasped. It was bigger than mine!

My eyes seemed to be stuck on his erect cock and its glistening tip. I looked up at him and then back at his massive tool. I gulped. I can’t believe that whole thing fit in my… I shook my head. My mouth felt like the Sahara.

He smiled and began to stroke it. “You sure?” I licked my lips but shook my head again. I pulled my gaze away, shuddering. “Okay, then. Just checking.”

Realizing I was naked as well, I looked around wildly for my clothes. Spotting my briefs on the floor next to the bed, I reached down and grabbed them, pulling them on under the sheets, wincing at the feeling of cooling cum on my balls.

“Now you’re modest?” Luc laughed and the memory of me on my back with my legs up filled my head. If it was possible to feel any more humiliated, I was.

I spied my pants, shoes, and socks in a pile a few feet away but when I tried to wrap the sheet around me, Luc pulled back on it. “Don’t be such a hog,” he said in a teasing voice.

I took a deep breath and scrambled out of bed to retrieve them. Just as I bent over to pick them up, there was a clicking noise and I looked back to see him holding his phone up. “Nice ass,” he remarked.

I jumped up and spun around, holding my clothes over my crotch. He flashed a leering smile. “I tapped that, you know.”

And that, I realized in horror, explained the tenderness I felt in my backside.

I squeaked out a noise and fled toward the door, catching my reflection in the series of mirrored doors lining the wall as I went. Oh my God, I looked like a fucked-out mess! My air was sticking up all over and there were red splotches – hickeys and bite marks – on my neck and shoulders. My stomach and abs were spattered with drying semen and I noticed that the crotch of my briefs was yellowed and crusted with dried cum. Oh fuck, did I have a boner too?

I pulled my socks on outside the bedroom door and then tried to step into my pants as I stumbled down the hall. A quick glance at a clock on the wall showed it was 5:30… 5:30?! Crap! I had to get to work!

I was so intent on what I was doing that it wasn’t until I was in the front room, only one leg in my pants, that I realized there were visitors. My heart sunk when I saw it was the older couple from next door. I dropped my shoe – where was the other one? – and covered my crotch.

“He was such a lovely young man,” the woman was saying. “I told him he should come—” She broke off when she spotted me.

“Yes,” TJ said flatly, staring at me, “such a lovely young man. And there he is now. Spreading the Word. Or is that his legs?”

The woman gasped. Her husband laughed and her hand shot out, slapping his thigh, as she shushed him.

I knew what I looked like – hair disheveled, hickeys and bite marks all over – and could only imagine what they must be thinking. I was humiliated beyond belief as I pulled my pants up, suppressing a cry when I couldn’t get my zipper up over the swell in my briefs. Why was I so hard?

I edged toward the door. “Um, I was looking for my shirt?”

“Right here where you left it,” Jesse said. He reached over the back of the couch and tossed my shirt to me and I smiled as I awkwardly caught it. My t-shirt and tie lay on the floor my TJ’s feet but I decided to leave them.

I reached the front door and was about to open it when I heard Luc’s voice behind me. “Joaquin,” he called. “Hey, wait up there.” I turned as he walked up to me. He’d pulled his joggers on, but I could see his thing bobbing and weaving in the loose pants. I gulped and tried to pull my eyes away from it.

“You forgot this,” he said, handing me my other shoe. I took it, mumbling my thanks as I reached behind me and fumbled the door open.

He reached out and stroked a finger down the side of my face. “See you in church.”