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Ethan
The next week at the gym late one afternoon, I was workin' out and when I turned round, there they were -- two of the lawyers from where I used to work and who I'd first come to the gym with. I hadn’t seen ‘em here since just before I couldn’t work there no more. I used to laugh at “the meatheads” with ‘em. They sorta stood still a sec, just lookin’. Then, one of 'em said, "You look like shit, John. What the fuck! You on drugs or something. Look at you!”
I felt embarrassed. I’ll bet I turned red. I dunno. But, I felt angry at him for sayin’ that, too. I puffed up my chest. My body was way bigger than it used to be. I said, “Don’t really give a fuck what you think, rich boy. And, my name’s ‘johnnie’, not ‘John’.” Why the hell did I say that. I_ want _to be called “John” . . . not “johnnie”! “And, no – I’m not on drugs.” They both had kinda stupid looks on their faces. I asked, “Why you back here anyway? Didn’t you quit the gym?”
One of ‘em said, “We had a shitload of work to do after you didn’t show up anymore. No time to keep coming here. But, now we’re back. Man, wait till we tell the others what we found! John – oh, sorry – ‘johnnie’ has transformed to a whole other person. He’s become one of those meatheads . . . shaved head, tattoos – bad ones, at that – and getting all muscled up. Looks like he’s probably even on steroids! Bet there’ll be more visitors from the firm to come take a look. Man, John – johnnie – have you ever ended up in the toilet!”
I was embarrassed. I couldn’t let ‘em know. They didn’t even know the half of it. Had no idea how much of a scuzbag I was becoming . . . no, already was!
My mad feelin' was comin’ on. That had been happenin’ more to me lately. I think it was cuz of the ‘roids. Took a step toward 'em and squared my shoulders. They looked surprised . . . and scared. They both stepped back. It felt good knowin’ they felt like that. Made my caged cock get hard, too. I just turned round and picked up some weights and started doin’ bar curls – heavy bar curls. Lookin’ in the mirror, I saw the wet spot in the front of my tight shorts. When I put the bar down, I noticed that they were still lookin’ at me. I reached in my shorts and fingered my caged junk gettin’ my fingers wet with pre. I took my fingers to my mouth and licked ‘em. I turned round and gave 'em the finger. If they were gonna be talkin’ ‘bout “John, the meathead”, that’d give 'em somethin’ extra to talk ‘bout.
That night at home, when I came in, I got naked like usual. The three of us didn't usually wear clothes at home. I told the guys 'bout my seein’ the lawyers that I first came to the gym with -- the ones I'd made fun of them with and laughed at ‘em with behind their backs. Hulk said, "So, now ya figure they're laughin' at you, too. Right? Ya don't look no different from us now. You're big. You're gettin' tatted. Even workin' on your nips!"
Ape said, "Bet you felt good when they got scared o’ ya! Right?” “Fuck yea! Felt really good when their eyes got big and they backed up. Dunno if we’ll see ‘em ‘round anymore or not. They said they’d be bringin' some more o’ their lawyer friends around. Dunno if they will now, though.”
Hulk said, “Seems pretty cold the way they were talkin’ to ya like that . . . sayin’ all that shit.” ”Since I used to laugh at you guys when I was one o’ them, I kinda deserved it. Payback, ya know.” Hulk said, "I dunno ‘bout that . . . but I'm damn glad you came over. I like ya." Ape started laughin’ and added, “Yea – and we both love your ass and mouth, too!” We all three laughed.
No fuckin’ way! I’m laughin’ ‘bout how a couple o’ men love fuckin’ me and havin’ me give ‘em blowjobs!
Dunno why, but then I said, “Ape. Ya know what? I wanna be more in their faces 'bout me bein' changed . . . 'bout how I’m one o' you guys now . . . that I am what I laughed at with ‘em. I want more tats. Got one I been thinkin' 'bout. Ya feel like usin' your ink? – Like, right now?"
Ape smiled big, "Ya KNOW I do! I always wanna put ink on someone, put my mark on 'em real permanent like."
When he got his stuff set up, I put my hands on the table. I told him, "Right hand. I want ya to put 'F U C K' above my knuckles. Then, 'M E' on the middle two fingers between there ‘n’ my lower ones. The other hand, I want ' I ' in the middle of the back of my hand. Up 'bove my knuckles, 'S U C K' and 'C O C K' below 'em. Got that, Ape? Ya like that, Ape?!”
Hulk started to laugh. He said, "If them people like you was, was surprised today – wait till they see this new shit! They’ll know for sure, Man!”
“Damn bastards! ‘Shamed I use to be like 'em -- be one o' 'em. Gonna make sure everyone can see how far I got away from them shitheads!”
Ape said, "You sound mad, Man. You really that mad? You better get use to bein' looked down on, Dude. Cuz, you gonna be after I’m finished with ya tonight!" "Yea, I’m mad all right cuz that use to be me, Not no more Dude. If they think I'm a scuz – that’s fuckin’ fine with me!"
Ape said, "Let's do this!" A few hours later, I had permanent big black letters across the tops of both my hands tellin' everyone who saw 'em what I was . . . 'n' what I did. I felt freed. While Ape was workin' on me, Hulk got out the nip pumps and put 'em on me. I was up to more time usin’ them now, so he left 'em suckin' while he checked his watch on and off. In my crotch I felt my dicklet strainin' against the cage the whole time Ape was tattin' me. And, just like Hulk had told me back when he first put the pumps on my nips, they really had started actin’ like two extra cocks!
"Ya in the mood to do more, Ape?" I asked. My dicklet was so hard in its little cage! Looked down, and sure nuf – a line o’ pre was goin’ from it all the way down to the floor between my feet.
"Damn, johnnie. Like, Man -- you gettin’ hi on ink? Whaddya want?" "Yea, I sure am! You and Hulk got your names runnin' up your necks under your ear. I want that." "No problemo, johnnie.”
“I want clear letters, like you guys got," I told him. He started in. "Two 'N's, right?" "Yea. Two." Didn't take him long at all. I figured it'd take more time. “O.K. Go in the bathroom and take a look. Ya got your name branded on your neck so everyone’ll know it now!" Ape sounded real proud.
I went in and turned on the bulb hangin' from the electric cord from the ceiling. I turned my head so's I could see the side of my neck. I just smiled. I shoulda known Ape could mess up my name. On a crooked line was, 'jonnE'. He got in two 'N's though. What the fuck. I told the guys I wanted people to think o' me like I am now -- another meathead. This’ll just help.
"Whaddya think, johnnie?" Told him, "Ape, it's fine . . . great! It's perfect! I told ya I wanted to make people see me like I am. This'll do it. Thanks, Dude." I walked to him and put my arms round him to hug him. Didn't wanna leave Hulk out, so I reached and pulled him in. I felt both their full out cocks one hard on each of my legs. As I stepped back outta the hug, I reached down and took their rods in my hands. They were so stiff! Right away, I was on my knees in front of those two beautiful thick dicks. While I held the one, I slathered the other one, switchin’ back 'n' forth. When I’d have the one in my mouth, he’d be just moanin. I knew I was makin’ ‘em real happy. They deserved it. They were my bros. – after what I’d got done to me tonight, now more'n ever. Each of ‘em was reachin’ down to play with one of my nips, too. Shivers were goin’ through my whole body. My caged dick actually cummed! That don't hardly never happen! I had to come off the cock in my mouth to shout, “Yeaaa! Yeaaa! Fuckin’ cuminnn! Ahhh, Ahhhh!” Then, I went back to work servicin' them. When they cummed, I got a lot of it down my throat, but a lot in my face, too. I was lickin’ all round my mouth to get it while I was cleanin’ off their dicks. When I was done cleanin’ ‘em, my fingers felt tender cuz of the new tats. I rubbed 'em through my scraggily beard and got the last of their cum. Cleaned my fingers off with my tongue.
How? Why? Who am I? I look like shit! What kind of shitty scuz am I now, anyway? What the fuck? Can I ever get back? How has Jim made me like all this crap I’m doin’?
When I’d finished, we all sorta collapsed on the mattress along the wall by the apartment door. We sat there, playin’ with each other’s junk. After ‘bout fifteen minutes, they were both hard again. Ape said, "Let's give him what he's needin’.”
“Oh, yeaa! Yea, guys. Fuck me!” I moved up onto my knees. Ape knelt down behind me. I felt his stiff rod searching up and down my crack. Hulk laughed and stood in front o' me. He took his dick and gently slapped my face back and forth a few times. Even gentle, it felt like a bat it was so hard. Meantime, I could already feel the head of Ape's prick startin’ into my asshole. Slowly, slowly . . . he started pushin' into me. As soon as he saw me react to his hittin' "the spot", he stopped and started slowly goin' back 'n' forth, back 'n' forth over it. I took my mouth off o’ Hulk’s prick, and said, “Yea! Yea! Fuck me slow, Ape!" He did. Damn, it was good! I was droolin' from havin' been workin' up and down Hulk’s shaft and polishin' his knob -- and he had a big knob. Ape worked my ass for a good fifteen minutes, and Hulk was sayin', "I don't wanna cum, Ape. I wanna get my dick in johnnie’s ass for that. Don’t take so long back there!”
When Ape told him he was near cummin', Hulk pulled outta my mouth. Right after Ape shot in my ass, he pulled out and said to Hulk, “C’mon Bro. Stick your cock in this wet hole!” He did. Then, Ape came round to fuck my face. When they both had finished doin’ me, I cleaned off Hulk’s cock. Then, I just dropped the rest of the way to the floor and rolled over on my back. My hand was playin' with my cage. Cum was leakin' outta it – again. I'd cummed twice tonight with a cage on! "Guys! You are the best fuckers a man bitch like me could have!"
“Man bitch”? Nah. Not me. Can’t be. I’m John Novak! Big lawyer. Now a man bitch? A scuzbag? A meathead? I’m afraid. Can’t be me . . . can it? And cummin' twice with my dick caged? Thought about what Boss told me way back-when, ‘bout how my cock was gonna stay small. If he was tellin’ me the truth, maybe my dicklet was gettin’ so small that it could get on a good semi even inside my cage . . . and cum.
I turned over and just crawled to my mattress in the other room. I was good at crawlin'. I'd been gettin' lotta practice at The Hole on weekends. Ape's ‘n’ Hulk’s cum was leakin' outta my hole. I was droolin’. We didn’t none o’ us bother showerin'. Hulk went and pissed. Then, Ape and me followed him ‘n’ pissed together with arms over each other's shoulders. It didn't take no time at all 'n' we were all asleep on our dirty old stained mattresses.
We were up and to our jobs early as usual in the morning. We didn't bother to shower. Just some cold water in our faces. I'd gotten an old used motor bike. Ape and Hulk had helped get it workin’. We all rode our bikes to our work sites. Ape and Hulk had worked for the same company as each other a long time, and they were usually on the same job, but not always. Only a couple o' times one of their crews needed me, so I was headin' a different way from them.
After work, I showed up in Boss' office, like every other work day ‘cept Fridays. He was in there when I got there. I went down on the floor and sat dog style, like Boss always wanted. He looked over and noticed something on my hands. He said, "Didn't you wash crap from that work site off your hands, boi?" "It ain't crap, Boss. It's ink.” “Ink?! Crawl over here and put your paws on my desk.” I did it. He saw what was inked on my fingers, and said, "Well, I'll be damned. You're movin' even beyond my orders, johnnieboi. And, what's that on your neck?” He leaned over and took a close look. “Well, Ape's been writing on you some more. Easy to tell that’s his work. Guess the price is right, though." He laughed.
"O.K., back down on your knees, pup. Crawl round here to my chair." He had pulled his semi outta his pants, and my mouth was already startin' to drool some. I'd gotten to where I was anxious to get the taste of Boss' cock in my mouth. "Grab hold o' the utter, boi," he said. I started suckin'. Afterward, he said, "Follow me out to the car in the garage. When you get there, strip and put on the knee pads and the gloves. They’re already in the back seat. I'll lock them and your head on when we get there." I did like he said. I didn't have no power not to no more.
Once at The Hole, there were fewer people cuz it was a week night. Same shit. I roamed the floor, suckin' and gettin' fucked. Some of the customers were there every night o' the week I'd ever been there. They knew it was me under the mask. Hell, everyone did. They called me "Big Jim's little-prick fuck boi". It was true. Here at the bar and at the gym, that's all I am. As we were leavin', Boss came up behind me and instead of unlockin' my paws and mask, he had something in his hand. It was the ass plug with a tail! He just came round behind me, bent over, and shoved it home. My ass was so used by now that something like that didn't make me no never mind. I moved my ass around to make the tail stickin’ outta my hole, wag. Guess it worked good cuz Boss laughed . . . and patted me on the head saying, "Good pup. Good boi." I acutally felt proud to be hearing him praise me!
How fucked up is this?!
When that week ended, I told Ape and Hulk I wanted another tat 'n' nip pump sesh. They just smiled. Hulk said, "Will dessert be the same as last time, Bro.?" We all laughed a little, and I said, "Servin' my brothers."
I'd never had brothers or sisters. But now, I did have brothers. It felt good. I felt good.
I told Ape I wanted a tat somewhere on the front of my body. Three real big muscled men, two with hair on their heads, one bald with a long, patchy and scraggily beard. I wanted 'em standing close together. Then, he 'n' Hulk could decide what the words next to 'em should be.
Hulk had gone and got the nip pumps. My nips were maybe a quarter an inch out from my chest now. Took Ape a while that evening. Guess he was tryin' extra hard since he was part of the pik he was drawin'. When he finished, there was three comic book lookin' men. All three didn't have no shirts. They had big muscles. Two of ‘em had big bulges. The bald one had a littler one. Off to the side, like they'd fallen there, some letters said "frens". I thanked him like always --'n' Hulk, too. I told 'em again how they was makin' it more and more hard so's I could never change back from what I was now.
Then, I knelt down on the floor. We'd been naked all along, of course. I looked up and saw Ape in front of me with his big cock hangin' semi in front of his low-hangin' really big balls. Hulk was down on his knees on the floor back o' me between my legs. He was fingerin' my hole 'fore he stuck me. I moaned as I opened my mouth for Ape's prick. Took longer that night for us to finish. Closer to half an hour than only a quarter hour. Ape said, "Most guys don't got a pro at home for 'em to fuck and get a blow job from!" "Damn straight," I said.
It wasn't late. We watched our old T.V. We'd grabbed some cushions from a broken-up couch and pulled them into the apartment, too. They were leanin' on the wall on top o’ the extra mattress Ape had found in the alley when he first brought in the one I sleep on. We laid back there and watched porn while we played with each other’s junk.
The ink bug had bit me big time. Within ten days, I had another tat. It was on my back. A naked man, big muscles, (naturally, cuz it was supposed to be me). He was squattin' down on the ground with his paws on the ground. So, he was me like a dog. He had a dog's head mask on. One of his arms crossed his crotch from where you was lookin’ at him. That way, Ape didn't have to draw a porn sketch on me for everyone to see.
Hulk said he'd been thinkin' lately of somethin' he wanted all three of us to do. He said, "It'd be cool if we all got nose rings -- good size ones -- all at the same time. My groin did its thing again! I reached down and held my cage. I saw Ape reach for his naked cock and start to stroke it. Hulk sorta chuckled and said, "Guess we're gettin' our noses pierced." The next week, we all had the rings in. Hurt some -- but it passed. 'Tween my new nose ring and my growin’ tits, I wasn’t lackin’ for feelin' sex in my crotch. Felt it plenty. Leaked plenty, too!
Ape kept addin' shit he'd think of to my body. Sometimes he put words there, too. I didn't even know no more for sure if his words was right or wrong He was tryin' to be a good bro. After 'bout a year, I had tats all up 'n' down my legs and arms, all over my chest and back, and even some more of ‘em on my head. Up near the hole with pieces of brain fallin’ out, there was one said, “2 + 2 = 5”.
The lawyers were still comin' into the gym regular. They never bothered talkin' to me no more. But, I saw 'em lookin' at me when they thought I wouldn't know. Usually saw 'em in the gym wall mirrors. They'd even point and I'd see 'em laugh. Sometimes they'd show up with other guys I used to know from the office -- ones who weren't into workin' out much. Never bothered comin’ over to me . . . 'cept one.
His name was Ethan. I liked Ethan. Ethan was a good lookin’ dude. He always had the girls lookin’ his way. ‘Bout 6’ tall, real black hair, black eyes, skin like he had a tan even in winter. He told me that from his mother’s side, he was Italian. Family told him he looked like his grandfather when he was a young dude in Italy.
He came over the second time he'd been to the gym. He said, "Can we talk?" "Sure. What ya got in mind?" He said, "Somewhere else. Not here. Private . . . where they (he looked over at the other rich guys) won't know?” I told him, “Yea. O.K. Ya ever hear of a place called The Hole in the Wall?" Ethan said, "No." I kinda smiled and told him, "Don't surprise me none. Not where I'd spect to find ya. Look it up and be there. 7:00 Friday night. Get set for a surprise. Ya gonna get blown 'way." He looked at me strange, but he said, “The Hole in the Wall.” Then he said, “O.K. I’ll be there.” He went back over to the guys he’d come with.
'Bout then, Boss called me into his office. He said, “I saw you talking just now with one of those lawyers from where you used to work. I noticed that they want nothin’ to do with you . . . so, what’s the deal with this one?” I told him, “When he first came to work there, I helped him.” Boss said, “So, that’s all? Ya helped him? Did he ever work with you on any cases?” “Sure. After a while, he did.” “And, was one of ‘em by any chance my cousin’s?” I got nervous, and said, “Boss. It was me that did his case. Don’t ask me ‘bout Ethan.” “So, sounds like maybe you don’t wanna tell me something. You know that you can’t lie to me if I ask you directly. So – did Ethan help you on that case?” I didn't wanna, but I said, “Yea, Boss. He was second . . . second . . . somethin’ or other. I can’t remember any more what they call it.” “Maybe ‘second chair’?” “Yea. Yea, that’s it – second chair.” Boss just said, “Very interesting.” Then he said, “You are going to tell him that you want to introduce him to me. Then, you’ll bring him in here to my office.”
I left the office and walked over to where he was workin' out. The others sorta pulled back. Maybe it was the smell! I said to Ethan, “Big Jim, the manager, wants me to introduce ya to him. O.K.?” He said, “Yea. Sure.” “C’mon. I’ll do it now.” I introduced him to Boss in the office. Boss told me to leave. I went back to workin’ out again. Once, when I looked up from a weight rack where I was puttin’ back a dumbbell, I saw Joaquin walkin’ into Boss’ office.
I didn't 'spect Ethan'd show up at The Hole that next night, but he did. When I got there on my motor bike, I stripped in the parking lot. Then, I crawled in naked, with the paws and the dog head and the tail waggin' outta my ass as I moved. Men gathered round like always. After a while, I finally crawled over to Ethan. He hadn't realized it was me till I got close nuf he could see the tats. I left the mask on and said, "Hey Ethan. Did not think you'd come. Since you're here, unzip those pants and lemme suck your prick." "What the fuck? Whaddya mean? You’re not gonna suck my cock!"
"Ethan, if ya wanna talk with me, that's the ticket. Can make ya feel like you've never felt before. You ever been sucked?" He said, "Yea -- but not by a man!” “That’s ‘bout to change, Ethan . . . right now!"
He surprised me again. He started unzippin'! I put my paws up on his waist and humped his leg from the side. He looked like he didn't know if he should just run and get the hell outta Dodge or what! But, he got his cock out. It was uncut 'n' already semi. I started in on him. Real quick like, cuz I was teasin' his slit and head with my tongue, he got way bigger -- way more'n I spected – like maybe 8 inches! “Damn,” I thought. “A grower!” I sucked it into my mouth. No hands. I was a pro, after all. I started pullin' it into my mouth and droolin' all over it. I licked round his cock head. He started in to moanin' . . . a lot. I wanted to give him a real good time. And, I did. Good time for me, too. Could feel his shaft veins that stood out nice on his hard shaft while my tongue licked over 'em. Head was a real mushroom 'n' runnin’ my tongue round it I could feel his corona. I musta worked him twelve, fifteen minutes. Finally, he cummed in my mouth. I got it all down and then licked him clean. He just said, "That was amazing!" "Told ya ya'd like it."
I said, "Hang here. I'll be back when it's closin' time at 2:00. Can you do that?" "Yea, yea, I can." I told him, "If ya want another blowjob, there's holes in the john where you can stick your dick, and a mouth will do a job on it. They're called 'glory holes’. Guess ya know why now!" I crawled away. Right away, a drinker pulled my tail outta my ass and just as quick stuck his cock in me. I was faced in the direction of Ethan. Just like I told him he was gonna, he sure looked blown away.
Finally, it was 2:00 A.M. Closin’ time. Boss had started keepin’ the locks for my dog head and paws with him. So, if he wasn’t there when I came in, they didn’t get locked. But he ordered me to leave ‘em on and to be crawlin’ from the time I came in till I left through the door. So, with my dog head and paws still on, and still crawlin’, I went over to Ethan and told him, “Follow me.” He didn’t say a word. He just did it. Once outside, I stood up. I said to him, “Got some clothes in the saddle bags on my motor.” When we got to my bike, I dug out my sweats and a tee-shirt and my sandals and put ‘em on. He said, “You’re not even gonna take a shower or rinse off in a hose or anything?” “Hell no, Ethan. This is what I am, a cum slut fuck boi. Why try to wash it away?”
Yea. Shit on that! It may be_ what _I am . . . but, it’s not_ who _I am. Just wish I could link up with who I really am . . . down deep . . . I think!”
“I don’t get it, John. You seemed so straight . . . and straight-laced about a lotta things. That’s what I thought, anyway. Was I wrong?” “First off, ain’t ‘John’ no more. It’s ‘johnnie’. Second – yea, you’re right. That was me, all right. Things changed. Long story. A real strange one, too. Got some advice for ya. Careful who ya piss off with your big money cases . . . ‘n’ don’t go braggin’ ‘bout ‘em, either.”
“John . . . johnnie – even though you made me feel something I’ve never ever felt before tonight . . . I just don’t get how you could – like you said it – become a slut! Not John! Not the lawyer I wanted to be like!” I told him, “Guess that means ya don’t wanna be like him no more!” He said, “No . . . no – your right. I don’t. I couldn’t be like you now, John . . . johnnie. Just couldn’t.”
“Don’t be too sure ‘bout that Ethan. Ya’d a asked me a year ago if I could look like I do now – BIG – tatted ‘n’ doin’ the shit I do, I’d a said I couldn’t never do that. But, look at me, Ethan. You seen it with your own eyes. You seen more than any o’ them other rich bastards you work with.”
“Another thing – johnnie – the way you talk now. You don’t talk like you’re educated.” Told him, “Not no more. You’re fuckin’ right ‘bout that. The words just don’t come in my mind or outta my mouth no more. I dunno why. They just come out like you hear ‘em. Don’t make no never mind, though. What the shit I need fancy talkin’? I do clean-up on building sites. I work out at the gym nearly every day. I suck. I get fucked. Can’t say I don’t enjoy it, either!”
Wish I could tell him I hate it along with enjoyin’ it . . . cuz I do both. But, the part o’ me that loves it is the only one I can let show. Damn miserable prison I’m in – that’s what it is.
“I just can’t process this, Joh – johnnie. It’s like a role model of mine has gotten lost. Can I do anything to help you get back?” “Ethan, you’re a nice guy. LOOK at me! Look at my big roid body, my head, my tats, my ringed nose, my shrunken prick in a cage. Ya seen what I done here tonight. I wanted ya to see what I am now. Won’t blame ya if ya don’t wanna talk to me no more, either.” “No, johnnie. I still want to talk to you. I want to understand what’s happened to you.”
I said to him, “Good luck with that, Ethan. I don’t really get _that_ m’self. Tell me, though – ya said I gave ya a good time suckin’ your dick tonight, right? I really tried to. I wanted ya to feel your cock like ya never did before!” He said, “You succeeded. Yea, you did. It was definitely something I never felt before!” I said, “Good, Man. Any time. Ya know I’m good at it now. I’m always ready to suck. Maybe someday you’ll be wantin’ to fuck my ass, too.” HIs eyes got kinda big, 'n' he said, “Oh – oh – no – nah – nah – not that. Not me!” I laughed. “Who knows, Ethan? Who knows? Like I told ya, sure never thought I’d be the me I am now.”
He smiled, but he didn’t say nothin’. . . at first. Then, he said, “I need to tell you something. It’s bugging me. Yea – I was surprised all right – surprised right out of my mind – seeing how you look now, seeing what you do – Damn! Yea . . . what you DO! – but I’m bothered that it doesn’t _really_ bother me deep down. It shocks me. But, it doesn’t make me want to cut you off. I said to myself waiting for you to finish tonight that I’d never come back here. But, a part of me thinks maybe that’s a lie.” “Hmm," I said. "So ya got a little bit o’ pervert in ya! Ya think ya just might be back for another round at The Hole. Maybe a part o’ ya even wants to check out the glory holes in the john. They’re right next to the piss bowls!” He didn’t say nothin’ again. He was lookin’ at my crotch. I realized that without thinkin’ ‘bout doin’ it, I had been playin’ with my cage from outside my sweats ever since I’d put ‘em back on. I didn’t quit. I even stepped it up some . . . and looked from my crotch to his face ‘n’ back a couple times. I smiled. His eyes followed where I was lookin. He didn’t look away. My sweats had a wet spot from where my caged dicklet was leakin’. I reached over with my free hand and started playin’ with Ethan’s junk through his jeans. Then, I moved my wet hand from my sweats crotch. I took his hand and moved it there to my caged and leakin’ cock. I was wonderin’ if he’d pull it back or what. Damned if he didn’t do what I was doin’ to him. He started in to playin’ with my caged junk! I grabbed his package harder. He did the same to me. I was leakin’ even more, and I was hard in my cage, too. Thing was, he was gettin’ nice ‘n’ hard in my hand through those jeans . . . and I saw a wet spot formin’! I reached up and unzipped him. He still didn’t move back. Damn! I hadn’t noticed earlier, but he was commando! Fuck! He surprised me again. I reached into the open barn door and squeezed his shaft where it was. Made it grow thicker ‘n’ harder. So, there we were. Ethan and me. Batin’ each other’s pricks in the empty parkin’ lot. No one around. We kept at it. Finally, he shot. I still had his cock in his pants, so he cummed inside ‘em. Looked good . . . to _me_ . . . seein’ the big wet spot all down the left leg of his jeans. My little dick had cum, too. From my crotch down, I was good ‘n’ wet. I said, “Yea. A little bit of perv in ya, Ethan!” I let go without zippin’ ‘em back up. I watched. He didn’t close his fly.
I asked him, “Whaddya want me to call ya? ‘Ethan’ is pretty fancy soundin’. Like I’m just ‘johnnie’. My bros I live with are ‘Ape’ ‘n’ ‘Hulk’. They’re the other big guys you seen me with at the gym. I gotta call ya a special name.” “I don’t know, johnnie. I never thought about any other name.” “Well, start thinkin’. Or I’ll give ya one – one ya might or might not like, Dude!” “O.K., I’ll think about it.”
Told him, “If ya wanna go home, that’s cool. If ya wanna talk more – even meet the guys I live with, ya can follow me home on my motor. Guess that Audi over there is yours. He thought for a sec. Then he said, “I’ll follow you.”
He got in his car and in twenty minutes, I led him up the stairs to the apartment. Now, he was gonna learn even more ‘bout meatheads. As I opened the door and stood back, lettin' him go in first, I motioned from behind him to Ape ‘n’ Hulk. They were at the table eatin’ somthin’. I watched Ethan’s face. Think his nose might even have kinda closed up for a sec.! Ape and Hulk were naked, like always at home. “This here's Ethan. He’s a lawyer. Used to work with him. Tellin’ ya, though – he’s not one o’ the bastards. He’s cool. Just take a look at the front o’ his jeans . . . you’ll see what I mean!” Think Ethan turned red.
“Hey Ethan,” Hulk said as he brought his naked self over to shake his hand. Ape followed and did the same thing. Ape said, “Yea. Like that look, Ethan. And, johnnie – see ya got a lotta dried cum on ya from The Hole. Down the front o' you all wet, too! Looks like you had a fun night.” “Oh, yea, Ape. Lotta action. Lotta cum in my gut . . . and up my ass.” As I talked, I was strippin. I said to Ethan, “Hey, Grower, get outta them cummed up jeans. Get naked like us. We’re like this most o’ the time when we’re home.”
He said, “What’d you call me?” “Called ya ‘Grower’. Cuz you _are_ one. Told ya I’d give ya a name. Now ya got it. ‘Grower’ – like ‘Not a 'shower', but a 'grower’! Whaddya think?” Hulk is always ready to laugh real easy like. He did, sayin’ through his laughin’, “’Grower’ – that’s a great handle! Yea. GROWER!” I noticed that Grower wasn’t complainin’ . . . and that he was strippin’ like I said to. I smiled. I’d a never thought he’d be willin’ to be even a little like us meatheads! Grower’s cock was risin’. I stepped up behind him. I reached around him and took it in my hand. I bated it. He let me. Ape ‘n’ Hulk smiled. They reached for each other’s tools. I played with my little caged prick best I could. It was leakin’ a LOT. We kept it up just edging . . . not lettin’ anyone cum. After I had Grower really nearly ready to shoot, I quit. I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed down, sayin’, "Kneel down, Grower.” I walked around in front of him, knelt down with my ass toward him, and told him, “Put that hard prick in my hole, Grower. Do it! You’re gonna love it!” He said, “Ohh, Fuucck!” And, that’s what he started to do . . . fuck me! His dick was in my crack.
I said to Ape ‘n’ Hulk, “Coach him, Bros. He told me earlier he’s never done it.” So, they did. Ape said, “O.K., Grower. You’re in his crack. Go slow. Feel for johnnie's hole with your cock head. Yea. Like that. Now, start slidin' in slow. You'll feel your head go through somethin' and you'll know you're in." Hulk told him, "Go in little bits. Back up some, then go in again, but little more. Go till your pubes are up against his butt.” He did like they were tellin' him. Ape told him, “Now, real slow pull almost all the way out, then just as slow like, go back in. Just keep that up. Your body’ll show ya from there.”
Grower followed what Ape was sayin’ real good. He had me moanin. I told him, “Right there! Ummm Umm. Yeah, go back ‘n’ forth right there some, Man! That’s ‘the spot’!” Turned out Grower followed directions real good. He was probably in me five minutes or so, workin’ my hole nice ‘n’ easy, when his pelvis went onto autopilot. He was gettin’ faster. He’d been so worked up from my edgin’ him before that I was surprised he kept in his cum in even long as he did. Then he cried out with a long “Ahhhh”, and shot three or four times into me. When he finished and backed out, I turned round and took his still hard dick and cleaned him off with my mouth. Lookin’ up at him while I did it, he looked completely in shock! "I loved it," he said. Then, “What’d I just do?! Damn! That felt so good! But, how could I have just fucked a guy? I’m straight!” Hulk said, “Don’t go worryin' ‘bout shit like that right now, Dude. Just think how great it felt to be in johnnie’s hole. Ape ‘n’ me know how good he milks a dick in his ass!” I was proud listenin’ to Hulk.
For the whole time Grower was in me and even still then, my dicklet was drippin’. I reached down and scooped up what was hangin’ onto the end of the cage. I brought the string up to my face and looked at it. Then, I put my head back, opened my mouth, lowered the string of pre and cum into it. Then, I licked my fingers clean. "Yea!"
Right then, it hit me. I thought again like I do a lot at times right after doin’ some o’ the things I’d never done in my whole life before . . . “Damn, I hate what am now! But, I love it so much. What the fuck. Like there’s two o' me.”
Then I heard Ape sayin’, “johnnie, you just stay right there. Hulk ‘n’ me need our turns now.” I got no problem with that. Ape got down behind me, and he moved his thick prick right in. It knew the way! He'd plenty o' practice on my ass. He did like they'd coached Grower to do, slow in and out. Didn’t take long and he cummed into me. I cleaned him off. Then, Hulk. He didn’t usually go faster in his pumpin’, but he was all keyed up, and he cummed really quick. When I finished cleanin' his wet cock, I stood up. I could feel the cum drippin’ outta my hole and down the insides o’ my legs. I didn’t pay it no mind . . . just let it drip. Knew it’d dry. Becomin’ a pig pretty much had come with becomin’ a suck- ‘n’ fuck-boi at The Hole.
Grower had sat down in one of the chairs and just watched without sayin’ anything while Ape ‘n’ Hulk did me. He just played with his semi-hardon while he watched. It had a stream of leftover cum trailin’ nearly down to the floor. After I’d cleaned Ape’s and Hulk’s cocks off, I went over and passed my finger under Grower’s slit, slickin’ off that string o’ cum. I brought it up to my face, put my head back, and lowered it into my open mouth. Then, I licked my fingers.
Then, we sat around the table under the bulb hangin’ from the electric cord in the ceiling. We drank a beer and ate some. I said, “O.K. Too tired to talk more tonight, Grower. We can do it when we wake up if ya still wanna. For now, pull that mattress over there by the wall into the room with ours. You’re stayin’ here . . . right?” He was still playing with his semi. It was still drippin’ with a string headin' back down to the floor. He smiled. “Yea, I’d like that. I’m stayin’ here.” I reached over and again slicked the long string of cum hangin’ from his slit and licked it off o’ my fingers. I said, ”Good thing tomorrow's Saturday. Don't think you'd be goin' into work."
He smiled and said, “I think I’m beginning to understand some now about how you changed so much, johnnie. In just these last hours . . . I’ve done some big-time changes!” I told him, “Damn fuckin’ straight, Man. Yea – you have! Way more ‘n’ I’d a thought . . . Grower!” Ape ‘n’ Hulk said they were ready to sleep, too. Hell, it was already gettin’ light outside.
When I woke up, it was around noon. Ape ‘n’ Hulk were still sleepin’. I looked over at Grower. He was awake and playin’ some with his morning wood . . . on full out show. Like I said, his cock size sure surprised me cuz his bulge just ain’t all that big. Anyways, he had this smile on his face. I guess he still felt cool ‘bout all that went down last night. Wouldn’t a surprised me if he hadn’t a been. So, I turned over on my side and then pushed myself up onto my knees. I crawled over toward him. He looked at me. I said, “You’re smilin’, Grower.” He said, “Yea. I am.” “I’m gonna make your smile bigger. O.K.?” He looked at his big, hard uncut cock and then at my face. His smile _did_ get bigger. “Yea, johnnie. You do that,” he told me. I was smilin’ now, too. I headed right for his prick and went down on it. My fists were on his mattress. I was doin’ like I did at The Hole on weekends – no hands while I serviced his big uncut dick. He started in to moanin’ right quick. I was goin’ pretty fast . . . faster than usual. Don’t know why. Couldn't wait? Whatever, didn’t take too long and his cum was goin’ down my throat. He was long nuf that the end of his cock was down there!
His moanin’ must a woke up the guys. I heard Ape sayin, “Man, johnnie. You are a machine!” He ‘n’ Hulk were startin’ their day with a laugh. We got up. Finally, I did go into the bathroom and step into the shower after a piss. The others all came and pissed one by one into the dirty toilet while I was under the water. Last one flushed it. That often doesn’t happen in the apartment. After me, all of ‘em showered. They did it on their own, one by one. Was just the one towel in there. We got something to eat. I said, “Grower, ya still wantin’ to talk this mornin’?” He said, “No, johnnie. The stuff I was wondering about – you know, like how you got so changed . . . so different. I think I kinda know now. Shit. I took a lotta steps that are ‘different’ for _me_ last night . . . and that was just one night!”
“O.K. You’re good then?” “Yea, Man. I’m good. In fact, I’m just fine. But, I _do_ have some thinking that I gotta do.” We sat around through the afternoon just talkin’. Ape ‘n’ Hulk wanted to get to know Grower more. He seemed really to like them, too. More surprises for me.
He told them how he grew up in a rich suburb. Rich parents, fancy schools, all that. He said he’d never ever even talked to anyone like them (. . . well, I guess that’s like “us” . . . seein’ as how I’m like them now). Sure as hell not Ape or Hulk probably never knowed no one like Grower, either. They're raised in projects. Grower told ‘em that at the law firm, when he came, I was friendly and helped him when the others seemed like they would help a little . . . but that they weren’t all that interested. Hearin’ that made me feel good. Guess it told why Grower wanted to talk with me when he first saw me at the gym, too . . . instead o’ just lookin’ at me ‘n’ laughin’ like I was in some kinda zoo cage – like the other bastards were doin’. Like he told me in the parkin’ lot at The Hole last night, he looked up to me . . . then.
Around 7:00 that evening, we went out for burgers at a McDonald’s. Then, Grower got into his Audi and drove to his fancy apartment. He’d sleep in a real different place that night from last night! As he got into his car, Hulk said, “Hey, Man. When ya come to the gym, if we’re there, c’mon ‘n’ workout with us. We can make ya start to get way bigger than those pansy guys from where ya work!” Grower said, “Thank you, Hulk. I appreciate that. I really do. And, I’ll do it. Think I’ll have way more fun workin’ with you guys than with ‘those pansy guys’.” He laughed. I was glad he said he’d stick with us. Damn. Another surprise. Don’t think anyone’s _makin’_ him do it, either. Not like it was for me gettin’ started with Ape ‘n’ Hulk.
Least I_ hope _no one’s makin’ him do it.
To be continued.