Manly Persuasion

Author’s Note – There are moments of dubious consent or non-consent in this part of the story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.

“Maria, c’mon . . . I told you this already.”

I held my cell phone as the sound of my girlfriend’s voice reverberated in my ear.

“I TOLD you that I have a meeting to go to. It’s required by the company and I HAVE to go!”

Between Connor, work, the gym, and Maria, it seemed as if all of them wanted more time than I could give. I wondered sometimes if all of it was worth it.

“Look, we’ll go do it this weekend. I promise. But I just got home, so I’ve got to go, or I’ll be late . . . okay?” There was a click and the phone went dead.

Shit.

I had left the gym earlier after a quick workout and had come home to shower. Maria had been after me to pick her up and go shopping before I went to work that day. But I already had plans and going shopping wasn’t on the list.

My sessions with Connor had become more intense since he first milked me, and I was enjoying them more and more. It was always something different and new. Sometimes we’d watch gay porn, which excited Connor but only bored me. Other times, he’d suck me off for two hours, telling me he needed more and more of my cum.

Connor was always buying me protein, supplements, and anything else he could think of. He claimed they would help me produce a larger and more potent amount of semen. Every time he’d suck me, he’d want me to get off several times. He loved that my cock would stay hard and he’d keep sucking me until I had to push him away!

When I asked him why he was so obsessed with draining my nuts, he said, “That sweet milk of yours is full of protein. The more I drink it, the more muscle I gain at the gym.” Shit. Talk about a crazy motherfucker!

Many times, we’d end up taking a shower together, like we did the first time. He’d soap me up, jack me off, and I’d do the same to him, as we enjoyed touching each other.

In fact, I grew to where I was used to his cock touching me or being in my ass crack. And Connor continued to milk me relentlessly. Sometimes I was a little scared that I’d damage my nuts because they shot so much jizz.

My sexual curiosity was growing as Connor thought of new things to do. And my barriers kept getting lower as my fears diminished about trying them. He had started jerking off and dropping his load on my chest during our time together. And just two weeks earlier, he wiped his finger in his cum and smeared it on my lips.

If he had done that to me before, I would have been very angry and lashed out. But as it was, I just opened my mouth and sucked his finger. When I did that, I remember thinking “how the mighty have fallen” and wondered if there was anything I wasn’t willing to do.

I was soon to find out.

After my shower at home, I pulled on a pair of loose gym pants and a muscle tank top. As I drove to the mall, I smiled when I wondered if Connor would have any new things for us to try today. As usual, he was in the parking lot waiting for me, and we made our way to his house.

When we got there, we went in to the kitchen and started our usual conversation about the gym, work, and the world in general. I was sitting on a barstool, drinking a Diet Coke, and Connor was leaning against the counter. After a few minutes of conversation, Connor walked behind me and started massaging my shoulders. It felt great and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

“Relax,” Connor whispered.

I started taking deep breaths, letting the pleasure of Connor’s strong hands knead the muscle. I moaned slightly and said, “That feels good.”

As he rubbed, my head lolled around on my neck and I felt my body start to drift.

“I needed this. It’s been kinda stressful at work.”

Connor started working my neck and back. He leaned down to my ear and quietly breathed, “I . . . want you . . . to relax.” As he felt my body sag, he leaned closer and murmured, “That’s it. Let go. I’ll take care of you.”

A calm feeling descended over me. I felt one of Connor’s hands move from my shoulder, go down my chest, and cup my pec. My body arched as he squeezed my pec and my cock started to get hard. After a moment, he reached down with both hands and started rubbing my cock through my pants. As my cock lengthened, it came out of my briefs and was clearly visible down my thigh.

Connor whispered lightly in my ear. “Let’s go upstairs,” and proceeded to pull me with him as we left the kitchen.

I walked up the stairs behind him and as we got to the top, I was surprised to see him head towards his bedroom. Because of his boyfriend, we had always used the guest bedroom. But today, it seemed something was different.

I went in the bathroom to piss and when I came out, Connor was gone. I took off my tank top, sat down on the bed and could hear him talking on the phone in the exercise room. After a few minutes, I heard him walking towards the bedroom and I looked towards the door.

Connor came in the room naked, his cock and balls swinging as he walked. He stopped next to me and I stared at his crotch. He had a short bush with trimmed pubes and his balls were completely hairless. For some reason, his balls seemed bigger than usual, like two large eggs hanging between his legs. It was like they were full of cream that he had been storing up for a while. I don’t know why, but the thought that he might have been saving up a big load excited me.

As I stood up, Connor walked towards me and grasped my gym pants. He slowly pulled them down and off, leaving me standing there in my briefs, my cock hard as hell. As he rose up, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

“I’ve missed that,” he said, and kissed me again tenderly.

I hugged him tightly, enjoying the feel of our bare chests touching. Connor grabbed me around the waist and pulled me tighter against him, pressing his cock into mine. I could feel its hardness, the heat radiating from it. We ground our cocks against each other, letting our lustful feelings grow.

I could feel Connor’s hands move to my ass, squeezing it, and pulling me closer to him. As he seized my ass tighter, he grabbed the sides of my briefs and slid them down. As they reached my feet, I shook my legs and kicked them off, our bodies completely naked now and grinding together as one.

As the minutes went by, Connor started squeezing our cocks together in his hand, rubbing and jerking them both at the same time. He kept kissing me over and over. Deeply. Passionately.

I felt a wet sensation from Connor’s cock and saw him smile as he rubbed the head of his cock against mine, smearing the fluid around my foreskin. I glanced down and saw a string of precum, connecting our dicks together.

While Connor had rubbed our cocks together before, it was somehow more carnal . . . more sensual . . . this time. It felt fantastic and I didn’t want it to stop.

We continued to hug and hold each other for a long time, getting lost in the heat as our bodies writhed together. While stroking my cock, Connor slowly went to his knees and we both watched his hand work its wonder on my dick. I could feel my nuts start to tighten, closed my eyes, and moaned.

“Suck it. Please. Just suck it.”

While he kept stroking, I could feel the tip of Connor’s tongue reach out and touch my cock head, tasting the mix of our precum on my piss slit. I moaned deeper as he continued dipping his tongue in and out of my slit, his other hand gently tugging on my balls. I started grinding my hips, fucking his hand with my cock, and growled, “Oh yeahhhh . . .”

Suddenly, I felt Connor’s lips around the head of my cock and slowly slide all the way down. His whole mouth enveloped my prick and a wave of pleasure shot through me. Reaching out, I ran my fingers through his hair and grasped the back of his head, pulling him towards me so that I could control the tempo of his sucking.

As the rhythm grew, Connor would bury his face in my pubes from time to time, my cock all the way down his smooth throat. He inhaled deeply, smelling my scent, and the aroma of sex on my body. I could see his cock get harder and the excitement arouse him even more. The odor of testosterone permeated the room as our bodies prepared themselves for the sex to come.

If it was possible that cocks have their own brain, mine was thinking about all the possibilities ahead, especially those I had never thought about before. My dick was hard as a rock and, in its own mind, I’m sure it thought that it would soon be fucking a wet and willing pussy. I looked down at it, saw the wet saliva dripping off it, the veins pumped and strong. Chuckling to myself, I thought ‘sorry dude. You not gonna get in the game you want today.’

I looked at Connor’s cock and saw it was leaking a continuous string of precum. It was hard and thrusting, dripping in anticipation of . . . fucking.

Fucking.

Connor’s cock fucking.

Fucking . . . my ass.

Fucking my straight ass.

All of a sudden, my mind was a jumble of thoughts . . .

Massages . . . cock sucking . . . rimming . . . fingers up my ass . . . milking my cum . . . watching porn . . . kissing . . . the closeness and sharing . . .

All of them coming together, working through my mind, tweaking my feelings, lowering my barriers.

It was if all the time Connor and I had spent together was leading up to this moment.

Through my haze of feelings, I heard his voice in the distance.

“Javier, lie down on the bed.”

I was so lost in thought, I moved obediently. As I lay down on my back, Connor pulled my ass to the edge of the bed, placed my arms under my legs, and pushed them back to my chest.

“Hold your legs,” he said.

As I pulled back on my legs, I could feel my crack and asshole completely exposed to his gaze. Connor kneeled down, pulled my muscled ass cheeks apart and buried his face in my ass.

His warm tongue was running up and down my ass, paying particular attention to my tight, virgin hole. My body shuddered each time his tongue swiped my hole, and all I could concentrate on, was how good it felt.

Connor started swirling the tip of his tongue around my asshole in slow circles, teasing my hole, kissing it, blowing air over it. I moaned uncontrollably, as I felt my hole spasm and then relax.

Connor’s tongue was like radar. As he felt my hole relax more, he started running his tongue inside, darting in and out. The more my pucker relaxed, the more he shoved his tongue up inside, getting it more pliable. More open. More fuckable.

It was if I was in a trance. Little by little, Connor had managed to knock off every defense, every mental block I had ever had. In the past year, he had stripped off all the layers of fear, of doubt, and of pride that a straight man could have.

I knew he wanted to fuck me. I knew he wanted to fuck my tight straight ass bad.

But I also knew, that I was ready to let him fuck me. Ready to let him fuck my straight ass. And fuck it hard.

More importantly, Connor knew I was ready.

And that all his months of preparation . . . of persuasion . . . were finally going to pay off.

As Connor tongued my whole, he could sense my body’s acquiescence. All the tell-tale signs were there.

My ass completely wet and lubricated. My asshole’s lack of resistance. My cock rock hard and leaking. My moaning as he got more and more tongue up my ass.

More telling was that the more he manhandled my ass, the more I gave in, the more I seemed to want it.

After thoroughly tonguing my hole into submission, Connor pulled back and looked at his completely open and exposed prize.

My straight virgin asshole.

He brushed his fingers over it again and again.

“I wish you could see your hole, Javier. It’s so tender and pink.”

I lay there, moaning louder the more he touched it. I did want to see it. But I was so far into the moment, I said nothing.

Sensing it was time to take his hard-won trophy, Connor pressed the tip of his middle finger to my hole. It resisted only slightly and then opened easily, letting his finger slide in deep. Twisting and turning, to loosen it up more.

I groaned as I felt my ass spasm around the intruder.

Connor slid his finger in and out slowly, preparing my ass for fucking. Moments later, I felt it hit my prostate. My cock, which had gone down slightly, started getting hard again. As it lengthened, Connor stroked it slowly, constantly pounding my love nut with his finger. Thick, white drops started coming out and he quickly leaned down and licked them off.

“That’s it, baby. Give me your Latin cream. Every single drop of it.”

After a few minutes of milking me, Connor removed his finger, got on the bed, and said, “Move up here.” We moved to the middle of the bed and I got on my back again. Connor inserted his finger and started fucking my hole with it. My body arched, and I started moaning as my ass prepared to get its first hard fuck.

Connor leaned in close to me.

“Javier . . . your ass is so tight and wet. I want you to know how those guys felt in the movies we watched. You remember. Let me do it this time. Let me milk you with my cock.”

Even though I was groaning loudly, one thing rang in my ears clearly. Cock. Milking me with a COCK. My eyes shot open and I looked intently at Connor.

“Hey . . . have you ever fucked a straight guy before?”

Connor’s finger stopped. A look of surprise came over his face and he said, “Mmmmm, yeah.”

“When?”

“Do you remember the guy I told you about that worked at the tanning salon? The one that I massaged before?”

I thought back a moment.

“Yeahhhh. I sorta remember you telling me about him.”

Connor smiled.

“I fucked him.”

My eyes opened wide in surprise.

“HIM?!! That Latino guy you told me about?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s married! And has two kids!”

Connor started laughing.

“Yeah, so? You think married guys don’t get fucked?”

I was silent for a moment and Connor continued.

“It happens more than you think, Javier.”

I knew the guy he was talking about. We used to play soccer with other guys in our neighborhood. He was like me. Very masculine, muscular, and had a nice personality. Just an all-around good family man. It was hard for me to believe he would allow Connor to take his ass. But, if Connor was telling the truth, evidently, he did.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that if that masculine straight guy could do it, then I could too.

Connor noticed that I was still thinking about it.

“Why do you ask, Javier?”

I kept looking at Connor, and then finally shrugged.

“No reason. It just surprised me.”

Connor kept smiling and looked amused.

“Straight men have sex with other men more than you think, Javier. It happens frequently. Trust me . . .”

As he began fingering my hole, I started twisting and moaning again. He leaned closer and whispered in a deep, sexy voice.

“Sooooo . . . are you going to let me fuck you?”

The final battle in my mind was ending. Lustful feelings began taking hold of me. I knew it was time.

Time to let a man take my ass.

I nodded slightly.

“Okay, man.”

I could see the smile cross Connor’s face.

“But with a condom.”

Connor’s smile broadened.

“Sure. And don’t worry . . . I’ll go slow.”

As he said that, he leaned down and kissed me, inhaling deeply and capturing the scent of my body.

“Turn over.”

I turned over on my stomach, thinking about what was about to happen.

I had suspected from the beginning of our massages that he was interested in more than just making me “feel good”. But I never thought it would come to this moment. As we became more and more intimate over time, I thought I could control the flow of things and this moment would never happen.

But I underestimated Connor’s perseverance, his ability to make me feel good emotionally and physically, his patience in working me step by step, dissolving my ability to control.

I underestimated his strength and will to do whatever it took to fuck me.

“Your ass looks so sexy and inviting,” Connor murmured as he got on his knees and straddled my butt.

I had to smile, as it conjured an image of a victorious Roman gladiator straddling a defeated opponent. He pulled my cheeks apart and put his cock in my crack. I could feel his pubes scratching my ass.

After a moment, Connor lay down across my back, the full weight of his body on mine. I felt very vulnerable, but excited as well. He started humping my ass and his cock moved smoothly with all the lubrication from his earlier rimming. From time to time, I felt the tip of Connor’s cock prod my asshole, teasing it, getting as close as he could without penetrating it.

A cool stream of air blew across the back of my neck. Seconds later, his lips were close to my ear.

“Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer.

After a moment, I slowly nodded my head.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smiling.

“I’ll go slow . . . I promise”.

I moaned as he started sucking my ear lobe. He seemed to know just how to press my buttons and get what he wanted from me.

“Just relax. You’re gonna feel something you’ve never felt before.”

Connor moved my arms so that they stretched to the sides, away from my body. Slowly, he lay his arms along mine, intertwining our fingers. I could feel his knees push down between my legs, separating them, and laying his legs over the top of mine.

We lay like that for several minutes, as Connor kissed my neck and licked my ears, his cock now firmly wedged between my cheeks.

My whole body was supporting him, and I felt very submissive. Because of the weight, my breathing was a little forced, but I could handle it.

“I like to feel your body like this. It’s so erotic. Your body moves with every breath you take.”

My eyes were closed and despite everything, my masculine pride was still struggling.

But in that split second, my lust overpowered my pride. I realized that this was only sex. Two bodies taking and receiving mutual satisfaction.

As the struggle ended, I waited to feel the first sensation of being . . . fucked.

Suddenly, I heard him say, “Turn back over. I want to see your face when my cock is inside of you.”

He got off me, and with no hesitation, I turned over on my back and raised my legs. Connor squeezed lube on his fingers and ran it over my hole. It was cold, but I hardly felt it.

While Connor put on his condom and lubed himself up, I stared at the blue sky and clouds that were painted on the ceiling of the bedroom. I thought it rather ironic that I was going to get fucked under a sky filled with clouds.

As he finished putting on his condom, he pushed my legs back to my chest, and aligned his cock with my hole. I felt it poke me slightly and a chill ran through my body.

Connor looked at me, a mixture of lust and care on his face.

“I always wondered how it would feel to be inside you. Now I get to find out.”

I looked back at the clouds and knew the moment of truth was here.
I felt the pressure of Connor’s cock pushing on my asshole and I started to tense up.

“Relax, baby. Just breathe.”

I tried to relax and felt Connor’s cock start to penetrate.

While his cock was the same length as mine, it was definitely fatter, with a large mushroom head. When it went in my hole, a searing pain ripped through my ass. I thought at first, he had hurt me, and I might be bleeding. I cried out and Connor stopped moving. After about thirty seconds, he pulled his cock out.

I was breathing rapidly, the pain subsiding. Connor put more lube on my hole and then on his cock. After a minute, he looked at me.

“You okay? You want me to go on?”

I nodded quickly.

“Just go slow.”

Connor pushed the head of his cock back inside. True to his promise, he went slow and pushed his shaft in a little at a time, so I could get used to his thick cock.

The more his cock went in, the more my ass felt stuffed.

“Breathe deep, baby. You can do it.”

I tried to breathe deeper, but it was difficult. I never imagined that getting fucked would feel like this. But being the man that I was, I was going to see it through. I wanted to know what it was liked to be fucked.

Suddenly, I felt Connor stop. He didn’t move for a few moments, and then spoke.

“You okay?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

Connor smiled.

“I'm all the way in, baby.”

I was surprised. As I thought about it, I could feel Connor’s pubes rubbing my ass. He was right. He WAS all the way in.

Connor didn’t move, letting my ass adjust to his cock. I was curious and moved my hips a little. I looked at Connor, and he continued to smile at me.

I started moving my hips more in short circles, feeling his cock as I moved. Connor groaned.

“Yeahhhh . . . fuck yourself with my dick, Javier.”

The phrase echoed in my head over and over.

‘Fuck yourself with my dick, Javier.’

‘Fuck yourself . . .’

Suddenly, I realized that I wasn’t a woman GETTING fucked.

I was a man fucking HIMSELF. It was an essential difference to me.

I kept moving my hips and Connor started slowly moving his cock.

We were moving together . . .

Two men . . .

Just enjoying each other.

As my ass opened up more, Connor began to fuck me faster.

I could feel his cock plowing my tight ass, unlocking feelings of ecstasy. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure roll over me again and again.

The aroma of sex, heat, and testosterone filled the bedroom as my straight ass learned the pleasure a hard cock could provide.

I could feel Connor getting lost in his own world of arousal and excitement. Whether that was due to the pleasure of sex or his conquest of my ass, I couldn’t tell. He pushed my legs back further, opening my hole more, and pounded my muscled butt furiously.

“God, your ass is so tight! I knew it would be like this, you fucking hot stud! Fuck! I LOVE your body!”

I felt Connor hit my love nut with each stroke and my cock started getting hard. As he fucked on, I reached down and started jerking my cock. I moaned uncontrollably as precum surged out of it and lubricated my hand.

“That’s it, baby. Yeahhh. Jerk that cock! JERK IT!”

We fucked on over and over, riding the waves of pleasure, delighting in the feel of his dick in my ass.

I began to feel my nuts tighten and knew I was moments away from blowing my load. I tried to hold back to enhance the feeling but was groaning loudly and jerking my cock feverishly. Connor started slamming his cock in my ass harder and I could feel my load begin its journey through my cock.

It was coming . . . coming . . . COMING . . . COMIIINGGGG . . . My abs tensed one more time and then . . .

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK . . .”

I screamed as white goo exploded out my cock . . . shooting on my chest . . . my shoulder . . . and anywhere else it could fly.

My eyes were clenched shut. My climax was so strong, I thought for a moment that my nuts were going to come flying out as well. My entire body was rigid as the power of the orgasm slowly subsided.

Evidently Connor had stopped fucking me when I came. As my body relaxed, he leaned over and licked the cum off my chest, his cock still inside me. I barely felt his tongue, my body spent from the erotic overload.

After he had licked my chest clean, he started fucking me again. I lay there and let him continue to plunder my ass. After a few minutes, I could hear his breathing get louder and his fucking got faster. He pulled out, ripped off the condom, and came on my chest and abs, joining what was left of the cum I had already deposited there.

I was covered in thick, white cream.

Connor leaned forward and smeared his cum all over my body, like he was painting a picture. I finally opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled then reached out and put his cum coated fingers in my half open mouth.

As I licked his fingers and swallowed, I noted that his cum was very strong. Potent. It was a masculine smell and I knew I had been fucked by a real man.

Connor leaned over and kissed me.

“Javier . . .”

He paused for a minute.

“Javier, that was just . . . just . . . incredible.”

I was worn out but tried to smile. After a moment, I opened my mouth to speak.

“Yeahhh . . .” and nodded weakly.

Connor kissed me again, smiled, and got off the bed. I lay there, exhausted, and thinking.

Well . . . I had done it. I had let another man persuade me to give up the most sacred part of my body.

No, not just my body. The most sacred part of my being.

I enjoyed the sex Connor and I had previously shared. But fucking me . . . well . . . that was different.

Yes, I knew I had let my lustful feelings override my pride. I knew that it was just two people sharing and giving pleasure to each other.

But I also knew that I had crossed a line. One that few people can come back from.

On that day, me . . . Javier Torres . . . became just a body for Connor’s use.

Became just an ass for Connor’s pleasure.

Became just another straight conquest for Connor’s diary.

In other words, I was no longer just . . . Connor’s buddy.

After finally fucking my ass, there was nothing new for Connor to look forward to. Routine fucking would be the order of the day.

And no straight man, who considers himself a man, would be willing to continually degrade his pride by becoming just a piece of ass to another man.

As I thought about that, I was a little sad. The thrill of the chase would be gone for Connor. And I knew the close friendship between us that started with that chase would eventually be over.

If it wasn’t over already.

###

Working out was a godsend to me.

I was working harder than ever at my job. Trying to spend time with Maria and time with Connor was stressing me out.

The only time that I could let go and just do my thing was when I was pumping iron at the gym. Connor still came with me from time to time, but it was easier to work out when he wasn't there.

It had been a month since he'd fucked me, and I had done a lot of thinking about us during that time.

I didn't regret what we'd been doing. And I didn't regret giving up my ass to him. But I did regret that our friendship seemed to be more and more about sex than it was about us being friends and enjoying each other's company.

I wanted to talk with Connor about it. But frankly, he was becoming more of an irritant to me. He was more indiscrete with me at the gym with some of his comments and actions. I don't know if he didn't think people could see it or if he just didn't care. What I did know is that it made me uncomfortable. I didn't want others at the gym even thinking something might be going on between us.

So, I told Connor to lay off with the comments and touching. He apologized and stopped. But from time to time, he'd still slip and leave his hand on my ass a little longer than normal, or "accidentally" brush his hand against my cock or say stuff like "you're so hot when you do that." All in all, I was more relaxed when he wasn't around because I knew nothing would happen.

At least . . . I thought nothing would happen.

During one session, I had just finished the weights and got on the elliptical machine for my cardio. I was pumped because I had been pushing myself and I noticed that some of the ladies would look at me and smile from time to time. I would smile back, but didn't encourage anything, lest they think I was available.

After five minutes or so on the elliptical, I saw another person get on the machine next to me. I glanced at him and he smiled, nodded, and started his session. I nodded back and continued watching the show on the monitor in front of me.

"You doing okay tonight?"

Startled, I looked over at the guy. He was about my height, weighed less, and was probably in his early 40's, although he still looked rather young. He had a nice body and you could tell he worked out. It looked much like Connor's physique.

I smiled and said, "Can't complain. How about you?"

"Doing great. You look like you’ve been working out a while."

"Yeah, I've been here almost 2 hours. I was pumping hard tonight and am just winding down with this cardio."

His eyes looked me over carefully.

"I thought so. You look like you've been through a helluva work out. I'm impressed."

I laughed and said, "Thanks. I try to take care of myself."

He kept looking at me and seemed to be checking me out. I had turned back to my show when he spoke again.

"So, you work out by yourself? Or do you have a partner?"

I looked at him carefully and said, "Pretty much by myself. I have a friend who works out with me, but he couldn't make it tonight."

He nodded.

"I see. I was just curious. I imagine that there are lots of folks that want to work out with you, seeing as you've got such a muscular body."

He paused, and then said, "And I imagine they want a piece of it, too."

I was shocked.

"What?"

He smiled and looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude. I just meant that I imagine some people think you're hot and probably try to get you in bed with them."

His eyes looked me over appraisingly.

"And I could see why they would."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, that’s flattering that you say that. But I'm not available. I have a girlfriend and am very happy with her."

"Ahhhhh . . . you have a girlfriend?"

I nodded.

"Yes. And we're very happy together."

The guy was beginning to make me nervous and I stopped the elliptical machine.

"I'm sorry, but I've got to go. Enjoy your workout."

He nodded and said, "Thanks. I appreciate it."

I turned and headed towards the dressing room.

"I'll talk to you later, Javier."

I stopped cold. Slowly, I turned around and walked back to him.

"Do I know you?"

A slow grin crept up his face.

"No. But I know you. Or at least, I know who you are."

I didn't say anything for a moment and kept looking at him. He just smiled back at me and I spoke again.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are."

He kept smiling at me.

"My name is Jason. Jason Mallory."

The name didn't mean anything to me and I was still confused.

"Well nice to meet you, Jason. How do you know me?"

"I believe we have a mutual friend. Connor Bishop."

"Connor? You know . . ." I stopped.

Then it hit me. When Connor gave me my first massage at his house, he had told me his partner was a guy named Jason. Surely this wasn't him.

Jason was just kept looking at me and smiling.

Finally, he said, "I see you realize who I am, Javier. Good. I wasn't sure how long I was going to have to keep this up."

Struggling to figure out what was going on, I said, "Keep what up? What are you talking about?"

Jason stopped his exercise and got off the machine.

"Maybe we need to talk about this a little more privately, Javier."

When I didn't reply, he said, "Let's go to the locker room."

I was starting to get a little angry.

"Look, suppose you just tell me what this is about. Obviously, you know that Connor is my workout partner and I know that Connor is your partner, or boyfriend, or whatever. So, what's there to talk about?"

Jason gave me an evil smile, leaned closer to me, and spoke quietly.

"What's there to talk about? How about . . . all the little rendezvous you two have been having at our house. Think that's worth talking about?"

Jason must have noticed the shocked look on my face. He pulled back and said, "So . . . you want to talk about this in the locker room, Javier? Or do you want to continue this conversation out here?"

I finally found my voice and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. And as far as I'm concerned, this conversation is over."

I turned around and started walking off.

"Too bad," Jason said. "I guess I'll just have to have this little chat with your girlfriend then."

I turned around and walked quickly back to Jason, putting my face in his.

"You go anywhere near my girlfriend and I'll kick your ass. She has nothing to do with this."

Jason didn't flinch.

"Maybe not. But judging from your reaction, you obviously don’t want her to be aware of 'this', as you so eloquently put it."

I didn't say anything, and Jason continued.

"Look, let's keep this civil and discuss it back in the locker room. I don't want to drag your girl into this either."

His voice took an edge.

"But . . . if you don't go with me right fucking now, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I wasn't the one fucking your girlfriend, like you were fuckin my boyfriend. So, quit acting like you're some innocent party here, Javier. You're not."

I kept looking at Jason and realized he was right. Out here wasn't the right place to deal with this. I looked around and realized that some folks were beginning to take notice of us.

In a low voice, I said, "Fine. Let's go."

I headed towards the locker room and Jason followed along behind me.

As we walked in the locker room, I glanced around to see how busy it was. Fortunately, there were only a couple of guys taking showers, as I could hear the water running in the shower room. But in the dressing room, there was nobody there, except a couple of guys in one of the far areas.

I turned around to Jason and saw him smirking.

"Now I see why Connor wants you so much." I just looked at him. "You've got a very, very fuckable ass."

I fumed. "Dude, you keep talking about me and Connor. There's nothing going on between . . ."

"Javier, don't play that game with me. I know you two have been fucking around."

"Look, I don't know what Connor told you . . ."

"Connor didn't tell me anything. He doesn’t know I know about you. But I saw the videos."

I didn't say anything for a moment. Videos? Surely Connor wasn't recording our meetings.

Jason's evil grin returned as he watched my mind grasp what he said.

"Yeah, Javier. Videos. Or digital videos, actually."

He paused, and that evil smile on his face returned.

"You didn't know we have security cameras in our home, did you? The fact that you didn't even notice the cameras shows how well they're concealed."

My mind was frozen, and I could feel a cloud of anxiety begin to form.

"But Connor does know about them. And he was smart enough to turn them off when you two got together. But what he doesn't know is that I can control the cameras away from the house over the Internet.”

“When he'd turn them off, I'd get an e-mail notice. I'd log in and turn them on again. I've been watching you two since the first time you got together for your little massage session."

I kept silent, and Jason continued.

"From your silence, I assume you finally believe me."

A stab of fear went through me. If Jason had been watching us all this time, why was he just now confronting me? Had he told anyone else? What was it that he wanted?

Quietly, I said, "Okay, Jason. Fine. It was wrong, and we won't get together again."

Jason was silent but kept looking at me with his evil smile.

I sighed and said, "I guess it wouldn't matter that it was Connor who came on to me first, but I'm equally guilty for allowing it to happen. And even though I'm straight, I allowed him to do what he did with me and I shouldn't have given in. So, from here on out, it's over."

Jason cocked his head to one side and said, "Over? Who said anything about that?"

I flinched.

"Huh?"

"Javier, I never said anything about you not seeing Connor again. In fact, I don't care if he keeps on fucking you."

Now I was bewildered. First, he threatens to tell Maria about it and now he says he doesn't care if it keeps on. I was totally perplexed at what was going on.

"So, if you don't care, why did you bring this up? What do you want?"

Jason's evil smile returned.

"I want to fuck you."

I was stunned.

"No fucking way!"

Jason laughed.

"Why not? I've watched the videos many times. You obviously like Connor fucking you."

"Well I'm not going to let you fuck me."

"Why not?"

"I'm straight."

Jason laughed again.

"You didn't seem to care about being straight when Connor had his cock buried in your ass. You definitely like being fucked."

I hesitated.

"Look . . . what Connor and I did was our business . . ."

"When you had sex with MY man Javier, you MADE it my business."

I was silent again, and Jason continued.

"Connor and I had agreed to be monogamous, although I've suspected that he's messed around on me at times. But I'd never known for sure. Until now."

He paused.

"Connor told me several months ago that he had a straight workout partner. When I saw the first video, I was shocked. I never thought that a straight man, especially one as masculine and hot as you, would let another man go down on him. And when I saw you start to enjoy it . . . I have to admit, I thought it was hot!"

Jason's smirk returned.

"So, when I saw that Connor finally got his cock up your ass, I decided I wanted to have a ride in that sweet hole, too. Just one time."

I shook my head firmly.

"No. Not a chance."

Jason raised his eyebrows.

"Really? You're willing to risk me telling your woman what you've been doing?"

I could feel my mouth tighten.

"I TOLD you not to drag her into this."

Jason leered.

"I know what you TOLD me, Javier. But you make up your mind what's more important to you. Her not finding out what you've been up to . . . or you not giving up that hot muscle ass to me one time."

Silently, I thought about what Jason was proposing.

I was pissed that Connor didn't tell me about the recording system in his house. Of course, if Jason was telling the truth, he wasn't trying to record our time together. But he still should have told me.

And Jason. I found it hard to believe that he not only watched Connor and me but that it sounded as if he didn't give a shit what Connor did. What the hell kind of relationship did they have?

But Jason was absolutely right about one thing.

I couldn't let Maria find out about what I had been doing.

And Jason was enough of an evil bastard to tell her. At all costs, I had to keep my times with Connor from her.

But how did I know that Jason wouldn't eventually tell her? And how did I know that he wouldn't want to have sex with me more than just one time?

All questions and no answers. Jason grinned as he watched me think.

I didn't have much of a choice.

I was going to have to let him fuck me.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, Jason. Give me some time and . . ."

"NOW, Javier. I want to do it now."

"Are you crazy?" I hissed. "We can't do it now!"

"Why not?"

He looked around.

"There's hardly anybody here. And I'm sure this won't be the first-time guys have fucked around in the locker room."

I shook my head.

"No. Not now. I've got to go take a shower and get home."

Jason looked at me a moment and then that evil smile made its appearance again.

"Okay, Javier. Then you let me know when we can get together."

He paused a moment.

"But don't make me wait too long."

He leaned towards me and whispered, "Or else your sweetheart is going to end up being a very unhappy girl. And you wouldn’t want that now . . . would you?"

He pulled back and winked at me.

I just looked at him and walked off.

I got my towel, soap, and shampoo out of my locker and headed to the showers. Normally, I'd take the first open one. But I wanted some privacy to think and went to one of the last stalls at the back. They had curtains and were somewhat isolated from the others.

I pulled the curtain, turned on the shower, and let the hot water flow over my body. I was still tight from my workout and the heat and steam felt good. Standing there with my head under the nozzle, I could feel my body relax as the water went down my back and chest.

I tried to block out all that had happened with Jason. But it was difficult as I kept thinking of Maria and how she would react if she ever found out about Connor.

I started shampooing my hair and soaping my body. The lather was smooth, and it felt great as I ran my hands down my chest, arms, back, and legs. I was feeling much better as I let the heat envelop and relax my body and my hands slid along my nearly hairless physique.

I thought I heard the shower curtain open and close. But it was hard to see or hear because I still had shampoo lather in my eyes and ears. I kept soaping my body when suddenly, I felt hands on my chest and a body touch mine from behind.

I jumped and started to turn around when I heard a familiar voice in my ear.

"Relax, Javier."

"Jason!" I hissed. "What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here!"

He kept his mouth close to my ear.

"Just relax, man. I'm going to help you out."

I started to tell him to get off me, when he whispered, "Keep your voice down, Javier. You wouldn't want anyone to know two men are in here now, would you?"

I stopped, and he continued.

"I mean, I don't care. But obviously . . . you do."

In a quieter voice, I said, "Look, just get out. I told you I wasn't going to do anything right now."

"I know you did. But the more I thought about it . . . the more I thought about fucking that perfect ass of yours . . . I decided that I wasn’t going to wait."

My body tensed up and Jason's voice was cold in my ear.

"Back down, dude. This is gonna happen. Right now."

I started struggling more.

"It’s gonna happen, Javier. Or I promise you, that you won't like what happens when I leave here."

His tone of voice told he was serious and I stopped struggling.

Jason could feel the change in my body and he murmured in my ear.

"That's it. Just let it go. I'm gonna make you feel realllly good."

His hands started massaging my pecs and pinching my nipples. They were slippery from the soap on them and his touching and pinching started sending waves of pleasure through me.

Despite the sensation my body was feeling, my mind was numb.

Was I actually going to let Jason do this to me? I was straight, and the idea of letting a guy fuck me that I didn’t even know was sickening.

Connor was my friend and even though we had sex, at least I felt like a man with him. Jason was treating me like some prostitute he'd paid for, except my payment was in the form of hush money. It was a new feeling to me, after all the enjoyable times Connor and I had. And I didn't like it at all.

Jason's hand moved from my left pec, down my abs, to my cock. He started stroking it, while teasing my right nipple. The soap lather helped lube my cock and soon, it was getting hard as Jason's slick hand manipulated it more and more. His body was wedged tight against mine from behind and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass.

Jason started nuzzling my neck and whispering in my ear.

"I knew it would be like this. Ever since I saw that first video, I knew your body would be one fantastic fuck. You have no idea how bad I've wanted this."

Waves of pleasure were starting to wash over me, and the water continued flowing down on both of us. Jason kept pumping my cock and I was trying not to lose control.

My cock was fully hard now and Jason's humping against my ass was getting stronger. Despite my resolve, I could feel my body start to react and let out a soft moan.

"Yeahhh, feels good, doesn't it?"

My breathing was getting faster, and Jason could sense the change in me.

"That's it, Javier. Give in to it, baby. Let your body tell you what to do. Let it have what it wants."

Jason stroked me harder and started trying to slide his cock between my ass cheeks. I kept flexing my ass, so he couldn't get in. But the combination of water and lather made it so slippery, it was difficult to keep his cock from sliding in little by little.

Jason could feel my ass flexing and knew I was trying to keep him out. He started a tight corkscrew motion on my cock and pinching just the tips of my nipples. He also started sucking on my neck and I groaned as the feelings overwhelmed me. I relaxed for just a moment and Jason easily pushed my legs apart on the slippery shower floor.

"C'mon, Javier," he murmured in my ear. "Relax baby and let me in. I'll make you feel good . . . just like Connor did."

I was breathing so hard, it was difficult for me to talk.

"Jas . . . Jason . . . c’mon. . . don't do this, man."

I reached back to pull his cock out of my ass crack, but my hand only touched his cock before he pushed it away.

Jason's cock was sliding easily in my ass crack now that my legs were spread. I don't know how big his cock was, but every time his head slid over my tight hole, I would moan. Jason laughed when he heard it.

"C'mon, Javier, let me in."

I shook my head.

"You know it feels good, man. You know you want it. We both know it."

Jason's cock head kept rubbing my hole and I could feel it begin to ease open just a little.

Evidently, Jason could feel it too. He spoke in a low, soothing voice.

"Relax, baby. It’s okay. Just let me slide in."

I didn't respond and kept moaning as his cock rubbed my hole.

"C'mon . . . let me in, baby. You know you want this. Your ass needs my cock, baby. Just let me slide it in. We’ll have one sweet fuck, Javier. And you’ll feel soooooo good."

Jason's soft voice was hypnotic.

The more he spoke, the more my hole relaxed and started to open. I was on sexual overload and it began to overpower my resistance to him. My entire body started to relax.

I slowly leaned forward against the wall, legs spread, asshole opening up, and Jason's cock in my ass crack. I was all but asking him to fuck me.

I could sense Jason smile as I leaned forward. He pulled my hard ass cheeks apart. My hole was winking at him and he gently rubbed it with his finger. The feelings were so strong, I started gasping as he lightly played with it.

Little by little, it was opening up so that Jason could slide his cock in and fuck my ass.

Jason rubbed his cock up and down my ass crack a couple of more times. Then I felt him place the head of his cock on my hole and push forward.

There was a small pop and I groaned as my hole opened up and his thick meat went in. Remembering my time with Connor, I tried to breathe deep as he penetrated me.

I heard Jason groan too, as the full length of his cock went in my ass. It wasn't as big as Connor’s, but it was big enough.

He didn't move for several seconds and, as before, it felt as it my ass was stuffed. The pain was still just as great though and I started to move my ass slowly, to alleviate it.

As I did, I could feel it pull on Jason's cock and he began moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah, Javier! That feels great! Keep doing it."

"Fucker," I gasped. "I'm not doing it to make you feel good. My goddamn ass hurts."

I heard Jason moan a little more and then he grabbed my hips.

"Wait a minute. Let me do it."

I stopped, and Jason began to pull his cock out slowly. He was almost out, when he pushed it back in, just as slow. It was still painful and every time he pushed back in, I gave a little yelp.

The water from the shower kept cascading down on us, but I was afraid to turn it off for fear anyone else in the showers would hear us. Jason moved in slow strokes and after a few minutes, my ass opened up and he started fucking me faster.

I could feel a twinge of pleasure as he fucked but I didn't want him to know that. He said he only wanted to fuck me once and I didn't want him to think he would get a repeat performance. So, I kept silent as he held on to my hips and fucked me.

Unfortunately, my body had other ideas. The more Jason fucked, the more he sent wave after wave of delirious pleasure through me. I could hear myself start to moan and I knew it was the same feeling of ecstasy that came over me when Connor fucked me. I started pushing back against Jason as his cock hit my hard ass again and again.

Jason reached around with one hand, grabbed my cock, and started stroking it. His other hand grabbed my pec and he started squeezing it. As he did so, I could feel him pounding my ass harder.

"Yeah, I knew you'd get into it," he said. "When Connor started fucking you, it didn't take long for you to let loose."

He laughed and in a lust filled voice, said, "You may be straight, but this hot muscle ass of yours loves to get fucked!"

His hand was jerking my cock rapidly and he started fucking me faster.

As our coupling got quicker, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"Now I see why Connor didn't want to share you with me. You're the best fuck I've ever had."

Even with the state of pleasure I was in, I didn't like the sound of that. I was about to turn around and put a stop to this when my nuts started to tighten rapidly. I knew I was about to blow and my body went on autopilot.

I pushed Jason's hand away and started jerking my cock myself. I could feel the cum starting to seep up through my cock and was moments away from blasting it out.

Jason pounded my ass faster, until suddenly, I heard a high-pitched squeal. He slammed my ass hard one more time and then squeezed my hips tightly.

I could feel him shooting his load in my ass, and he erratically jerked his hips forward a couple of times. His final slam on my ass was enough to take me over the edge.

My cum burst out of my cock and splattered all over the shower wall. Shot after shot of white, creamy juice surged out and started dripping down after it hit the wall.

As Jason's orgasm subsided, he pulled out of my ass and leaned back against the wall. I was so wiped from the sex, I just slid down on my ass, sore though it was. My eyes were closed, and I just let the water run down on top of me.

After a few minutes, I opened them, leaned over to turn off the water, and then looked over at Jason.

He'd slid down the wall as well. He was leaning back against it, his legs stretched out in front of him. He smiled weakly at me.

"Well . . . that was . . . more than I expected."

I didn’t say anything and just stared at him.

My feelings of anger came back, and I wanted to kick his ass, although I was too tired to do anything then. When I found my voice, I spoke quietly.

"Okay motherfucker. You got what you wanted. It's over."

Jason kept looking at me.

"Yep. That's all I wanted, Javier. We're even now."

"Even?" I hissed. "This was about getting even with me?"

"No. It was about getting even with Connor. He's the one that broke our agreement. Not me."

I shook my head.

"You two are some seriously fucked up people. I hope I never see either of you again."

Jason looked perplexed.

"Why are you mad at Connor? He didn't do anything wrong to you."

"Are you serious? He didn't tell me about your cameras and that's why I ended up getting fucked by a complete stranger!"

"Well, yes, he probably should have done that. But it's not as if he purposely tried to record your escapades. He tried to prevent that."

When I didn't say anything, he went on.

"If you're going to be mad at anyone, Javier, be mad at yourself."

Shocked, I said, "Me?"

Jason nodded.

"Yes, you. Whether you face facts or not, the fact is that you like having sex with men. If it wasn't with Connor, it could have been with someone else. And if you're going to hide that from others, then you take the risk that someone is going to eventually find out. And possibly take advantage of it.”

“That isn't Connor's fault. Or even my fault. It's yours. Because it was your decision to take the risk."

I stood up slowly.

"Whatever, man. But this is all done and over with. You hear me?"

Jason looked up at me and didn't reply.

I leaned over and spoke in a biting whisper.

“Understand this. If you go anywhere NEAR my girlfriend, or she hears anything about this, I will find you. And I will fuck you up."

I saw fear in Jason's eyes and gave him a cold smile.

"That's right. Fuck. You. Up. I might go to prison for the rest of my life, but I will SERIOUSLY fuck you up." I paused. "Count on it."

I threw open the shower curtain and walked back to my locker, leaving Jason on the floor of the shower.

My ass was sore, but I walked upright without any hesitation. I might have gotten fucked in the ass, but I was still a man.

I opened my locker and started drying off. Despite what had happened in the shower, I started to think about Connor, Jason, and the whole situation. I was still angry at Connor. And especially at Jason. But as I dried off, I started to think about what Jason said.

What really pissed me off was that, in a lot of ways, he was right.

I could blame Connor and Jason for what happened to me. But I only gave in to Jason's blackmail so that Maria wouldn’t find out that I had sex with Connor. And if I had not let Connor seduce me in the first place, I never would have been in the position I was in to let Jason threaten me.

So, once I got over the anger of letting Jason fuck me, my course of action seemed obvious. I needed to end my friendship with Connor.

But that was easier said than done.

I had never had a friend like Connor who genuinely cared for me. All the support and good words he gave me. Willingness to give of his time. Gifts to show me he thought I was special.

And yes, the thrill of being a person that was physically and sexually desired by others. I had never experienced that with any other guy.

It was only the sex that threw our friendship out of whack.

But the sex. The sex.

No matter how I tried to deny it, I had to admit that sex with Connor was great. Hell, if I was completely honest, I'd have to admit that even Jason's fucking ended up feeling good. I just didn't like the fact that I was forced into it.

What was it Jason said? That my ass loved to be fucked?

Well . . . maybe so. But no matter what my ass liked, I wasn't going to become just a 'piece of ass' to anyone. Man or woman.

I finished getting dressed and started out of the locker room. As I passed through the gym, I could almost see Connor over at the bench press, shouting encouragement to me, and telling me how good I did. That made me smile.

As I walked out the door, I knew I wouldn't end my friendship with Connor. Nor would I tell him about what happened with Jason. I had put the fear of God in Jason and I felt sure he would never try to blackmail me again. Especially since I meant what I said about what would happen if he told Maria.

So, if Connor and I could just get back to the friendship we had and learn not to let the sex become all consuming, I knew we'd be fine.

And our friendship could survive.

Whether it 'would' survive was the question.