Manly Persuasion

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

“C’mon, man! It will be the whole day!”

“I can’t, Connor. I have to work.”

A frown crossed Connor’s face.

“Can’t you call in sick or something? Take a personal day?”

“No, Connor. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid.”

We’d gone over this again and again. It had been a month since Jason fucked me and two months since Connor had first fucked me. We’d gotten together a few more times since then as well. But Connor and Jason were leaving on Saturday for a ten-day vacation, and he wanted me to take Friday off and come spend the day with him.

Jason had to work that day, while Connor would be at home packing. He kept telling me he couldn’t handle us not meeting for that long and wanted to spend some extra time together before he left.

“C’mon, Javier, we’d have so much fun! We can work out in my gym. We haven’t done that in a while. Maybe watch some TV. You can even cook for us! You keep telling me you’ll cook me something.”

I laughed and said, “Connor, I wish I could, but I can’t give up a day’s pay to do that.”

Connor paused, a sly smile coming over his face.

“What if I paid you for the day?”

“Paid me?”

“Yeah! What if you called in sick and I paid you what you’d make. I’d love to do that, just to spend the time with you.”

I was silent as I thought about his offer. I admit it would have been nice to spend some extra time with Connor. And frankly, I could have taken a paid day from work, but I didn’t want to waste my personal days. However, when he offered to pay me to be with him, my ego got the better of me.

I shrugged and said, “Well . . . yeah . . . it would be nice to work out together again. We haven’t done that in a while. And I could make us some Arepas. You’d like that.”

“What’s Arepas?”

Now it was my turn to give him a sly grin.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, amigo. You can’t always have everything you want when you want it!”

Little did I know how that comment would come back to haunt me.

On Friday, Connor picked me up from the mall about 10 AM. It was already a hot day and I had dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and an Under Armour fitted t-shirt. Connor’s eyes widened when he saw me.

“Whoa, you look hot, Javier! Your chest is so perfect!”

I grinned and said, “Thanks. It’s a Torres family trait . . . hot bodies . . .” and winked. Connor just laughed, and we talked about our usual shit as he drove. After we got to his house, we went upstairs to his gym.

Connor’s home gym was impressive. It had a treadmill, bench press, abs machine, incline bench, smith machine, barbells, dumbbells, Pilates balls, and yoga mats. One wall was covered in mirrors, so you could watch yourself work out. As we began our routines, we worked hard and didn’t say much. It felt just like the old days, working on our chest and triceps, Connor pushing me to achieve more.

After 30 minutes of tough work, I was drenched in sweat. Connor started teasing me as I leaned over the bench and worked my triceps.

“What have you got on under your shorts, Javier? Your ass looks soooo hot today.”

I kept concentrating on slowly raising and lowering the dumbbell.

“Just my underwear, Connor.”

“You don’t have on a jock?”

“No Connor, I’m not wearing a jock.”

I looked at the mirror and could see the disappointment on his face.

“Why?”

A slight smirk appeared on Connor’s lips.

“I just thought how hot it would be to fuck you in a jock.”

I didn’t say anything and kept pumping the weight. Connor watched me a moment and then said, “You know Javier, I’ve given you supplements, gloves, and a lot of other gym stuff to use. But I’ve never seen you in a jock. Could I buy you one?”

“I don’t like them, Connor. I’m fine with underwear.”

“I want to see you in a jock. Would you mind wearing one?”

I stopped pumping and looked at Connor.

“Now?”

Connor nodded.

I started pumping the weight again and didn’t say anything. Connor came up next to me and whimpered, “Pleaseeeeee . . .”

I finished my set and stood up.

“You’re crazy! That’s what you want?”

Connor smiled and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“What, you want to fuck me right here wearing a JOCK?!!”

“That would be so fucking HOT, Javier!”

I started laughing and said, “You want me to wear one of yours?”

Connor was almost out the door of the gym before I finished my question.

“Wait, I’ll be right back.”

As he disappeared, I shook my head. I was seeing more and more of Connor’s “animal” side and it made me sorta wonder about him sometimes.

He was back in the gym in less than a minute.

“Here, put this on.”

The jock he handed me was clean, white, and looked like it had just come from the laundry. I shook my head, pulled off my shorts and underwear, and put it on. As I pulled it up, it was obvious it was a little small for me. I knew Connor and I were about the same size and was surprised he’d wear such a tight jock. It was a little uncomfortable and I looked at Connor.

“This is a little small, man. It’s awful tight. How can you stand wearing it?”

Connor burst out laughing. I was surprised and wondered why my question was so funny. Finally, Connor calmed down and said, “I don’t. It’s not mine. It’s my boyfriend’s.”

It took a moment for me to register the fact that I was wearing Jason's jock.

“SHIT!! You’re serious? No way, maaaan . . .” and I started to take it off.

Before I could get my hands on the sides to pull it down, Connor came over and hugged me, kissing me deeply. I started kissing him back a little, still rather pissed that he’d given me Jason's jock. As we hugged, I could feel his hands run down to my ass and grab it.

“God, I love your ass,” he breathed softly in my ear.

As Connor continued kissing me, he pulled my t-shirt off and started taking off his clothes. It was rather funny, as he was trying to kiss me and fumbling with his shirt and pants at the same time. He finally got them both off and started hugging me harder, running his hands all over my back and ass.

I was trying to hug him back, but Connor was so aggressive, it was hard for me to move. I just stood there, in nothing but Jason's too fucking tight jock, and let him paw my body.

As Connor started groping my body harder, I could feel him trying to move me backwards. After a few feet, the back of my knees ran into a bench. Connor was kissing me hard, his lips crushing my mouth.

“Lie back,” he whispered between kisses.

Obviously, the workout was over.

I sat down on the bench and slowly lay back. Connor started kissing on my neck, chest, and anywhere else his lips could land on my body. A sexual hunger started going through my body and I yearned for Connor to suck my cock. I was moaning and writhing as the lust welled up in me.

Connor was sucking my nipples and licking my chest.

“I wanna fuck you baby. Right here . . . right now . . . in your fucking hot jock . . .”

I groaned more as Connor kept sucking my nipples and squeezing my biceps.

“Hold on a sec . . . let me get something . . .”

Connor got up and went into the bathroom, while I started stroking my chest. Within seconds, he was back with a condom and started squirting lube on my asshole. I heard a wrapper tear, the sound of a condom being rolled on, and felt the blunt end of Connor’s cock prod my asshole.

A second later, Connor pushed his entire shaft in my hole, up to the hilt. I gasped suddenly as his thick cock opened my ass in one stroke.

There was no waiting, no letting my ass get used to his cock, no delay. Connor started fucking me with hard, deep strokes, grunting as his crotch bounced off my ass. I was looking at him as he fucked me and saw him lean towards me. I thought he was going to kiss me again, but no . . . he started licking my chest. He was actually licking the sweat from my workout off my chest! The harder he fucked, the more he licked my chest, my armpits . . . anywhere his tongue could find a drop.

Minutes later, he stopped fucking and stood up.

“Come here.”

He had fucked me so hard I struggled a little to stand up. Connor quickly lay down on the bench, on his back.

“Sit down on my cock. I want you to ride me.”

Obediently, I moved my muscle ass over him and started to lower myself down on his cock.

As I descended, he pulled my tight ass cheeks apart and I felt his cock slide deep in my bowels. He had never gone this deep in my ass before and it felt great!

Connor was kissing and nibbling my neck and I moaned with pleasure. I could feel the familiar pressure starting, which told me I was only moments away from shooting my load.

I tried to tell Connor I was about to cum, but it was too late. I could feel wads of cream shoot into the jock and flood my crotch.

Connor started slamming harder into me as he felt me climax. As the waves of pleasure subsided and my ejaculation ebbed, Connor pushed me up and off his dick.

“Go over there and lay on the ball . . . on your stomach.”

I moved slowly over to one of the Pilates ball with Connor right behind me.

As I lay down, Connor quickly pushed my legs apart and murmured, “Your ass looks so fucking hot and tight in that jock!”

I felt him pull the straps out and let them go, popping my butt.

“Yeahhhhh . . . it’s so wet and hot and tight in that jock . . . fucking awesome!”

Connor’s cock slide into my asshole again as he lay on my back. His strokes were short and fast, as if he was a dog in heat. It was less than a minute when I heard his groans start and he started slamming into my ass faster.

Moments later, he screamed in my ear and, even though he had a condom on, I could feel his cock expand as he came inside me, slamming my ass over and over.

Slowly . . . ever so slowly . . . Connor’s orgasm ebbed, and he lay still on my back.

Time stood still as we recovered from the heavy round of fucking. Connor finally got off my back and sat on his knees. I slowly lifted myself off the ball and lay on my back, eyes closed, my jock filled with a sticky load. We were both quiet, breathing heavily. I heard Connor pull the condom off his cock.

After a few moments, Connor said, “Man, your ass was so tight, look how much it made me cum.”

I opened my eyes and a good part of the condom was filled with cum. He tipped the condom over and let it drop on my chest, rubbing it around with his fingers.

As he rubbed the cum on my chest, I felt his hands reach down and pull the jock off. It was so full of spooge, he had a hard time getting it off. As it came down my legs, Connor leaned down and started sucking my limp cock. It was so worn out by the heated sex, it wouldn’t get hard.

A few minutes later, he stopped and stretched out beside me. I was so punch drunk from the fucking he gave me, I couldn’t move. Connor leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“Javier that was so fucking good. Baby, your ass was made for fucking! Ab-so-lute-ly MADE for fucking!”

I was silent but tried to smile. I don’t know if it came off or not, but I heard Connor laugh and kiss me again on the cheek. Then he stood up and said, “C’mon man . . . time for showering . . .”

Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw his arm outstretched. I reached out, grabbed it, and he helped pull me up, stumbling a little as I got on my feet.

“Whoaaa, man! Take it easy! The day ain’t half over yet. Let’s get a shower and then have some lunch.”

I nodded and walked with him to the bathroom, hoping that lunch would not be as strenuous as our workout proved to be.

I soon found out that my hopes were misplaced.

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“Man, I’m starved,” Connor said. “I’m ready for some good Venezuelan food!”

I looked at Connor and smiled. I was really hungry too, as I hadn’t eaten much for breakfast that morning. Of course, had I known what kind of “workout” I was going to have, I’m sure I would have eaten more. We both wore only our shorts, as Connor told me my shirt and underwear would be too sweaty from the workout.

Connor had a nicely stocked kitchen and helped me find the utensils I needed to make Arepas. It’s a Venezuelan dish. They’re flat, round corn patties, filled with meat and different kind of fillings, like cheese, tomatoes, and other stuff. They’re simple to make and it wouldn’t create a big mess in his kitchen to make them.

I was so hungry that, before I started cooking, I knew I had to eat something. I made a fruit salad and Connor poured both of us a glass of wine. I was thirsty from our sweaty sex and drank the glass of wine quickly.

That probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do because I’m not a big drinker and alcohol hits me pretty hard. With a practically empty stomach, it really hit me this time and I could tell I was buzzed. When I get drunk, I get very relaxed and happy and this time was no different. We continued talking and I was definitely feeling “good”.

As we ate and talked, Connor poured me another glass of wine. I really didn’t need it but was feeling so good, I decided what the hell, and took it. In a few minutes, my head was spinning, and things seemed to slow down for me. It was getting harder to understand what Connor was saying, so I just smiled and nodded as the talked.

After we finished the salad and wine, I started trying to make the arepas, showing Connor how easy they were to prepare. At least, I tried to show him, but I was definitely feeling the booze by now and my movements were somewhat slow and unfocused.

Connor was standing behind me as I prepared the food, watching what I was doing. At least I thought that was what he was doing.

As I continued preparing the arepas, I felt Connor’s hands on my shoulders. He started rubbing them up and down my shoulders and arms. It felt good and I stood there and let him rub me. A minute later, he started kissing my back, his hands moving to my sides. I sighed and said, “That feels nice.”

“YOU feel nice, Javier.”

I smiled, closed my eyes, and let him continue.

Moments later, his hands moved to my chest and he started rubbing my pecs. I moaned softly as I felt his fingers pinch and tweak my nipples. Even though it felt good, I needed to finish making the arepas, so we could eat lunch. I pulled forward and began cutting open the dough, so I could put the filling in.

Suddenly, I felt Connor pull me back against him, his arms holding me tighter. He continued kissing my neck and back and his hands were much rougher on my chest. The aggressiveness of his move surprised me, but it took a moment to register in my alcoholic haze.

“Connor, stop man. I’m trying to fix lunch.”

Connor didn’t say anything, but his hands kept moving, rubbing my abs and moving towards my crotch. I struggled a little, but I was so buzzed, and he had me so close to him, it was hard to move around.

“Dude, stop! Let me finish.”

I pulled forward again and this time, he let me go.

I didn’t say anything and kept making the arepas. The entire time I was doing that, Connor kept kissing my back and neck, fondling my chest and trying to put his hands in my shorts. I kept pushing his hands away, but it got awfully hard trying to prepare food and stop him at the same time. Finally, Connor reached in my shorts and started stroking my cock.

I started putting the filling in the arepas and by the time I’d finished with that, both his hands were in my shorts and my cock was hard. Connor started running his finger in my ass crack and kept kissing me. It felt good, but I just wanted to eat and relax.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and with great effort, turned to face him.

“Connor, I . . .”

That’s all I said before he leaned down and locked his mouth on my nipples, sucking and biting the tips. Both pleasure and pain shot through my chest and I groaned. I opened my eyes and saw red marks around my nipples as Connor continued to maul them.

At the same time, his hands were firmly on my ass cheeks and I could feel them go down my legs as he lowered my shorts. When my shorts hit the floor, he stood up and whispered in my ear.

“Stay right there . . . don’t move . . .”

Connor walked over to one of the drawers, opened it, and pulled out a tablecloth. At first, I thought he was going to put it on the table, so we could set the food on it. Instead, he walked over to the island counter where you prepare food, opened the cloth, and placed it on top. I was horny and buzzed and just stood there watching him.

“Come here, Javier.”

I grinned slightly.

“Why?”

“Just come here.”

I stood there a moment smirking and then walked over to the island.

When I reached the island, Connor lifted me up and sat me on top of it. I was still buzzing and didn’t realize at first what he was planning. As I sat there, he got that evil grin on his face and said, “Lie down.”

I shook my head.

“No, dude. Let’s just eat.”

Connor started stroking my cock.

“C’mon, man . . . this’ll be fun.”

My cock got hard quick and Connor started sucking my nipples again. I flinched and said, “Whoa, dude, easy! They’re still sore.”

As those familiar erotic feelings ran through me, I closed my eyes and let Connor make me feel good. He pushed back on my chest and I leaned back until I was laying flat on the counter, my cock hard and wet from his stroking.

“Yeahhhh, Javier . . . let your juice flow, man . . .”

After a few minutes of stroking, Connor lifted my legs up and pushed my knees back to my chest. He leaned down and started licking my asshole. Fuck, it felt good. I reached down with my hands and pulled his face further into my ass.

“You like that, man? You like that Venezuelan ass? Yeahhh, that’s it. Get your tongue in there, man.”

I kept my eyes closed and just enjoyed the sensation of his hard tongue in my hole. I was tired, and my ass was worn out from his earlier fucking, so it was very sensitive.

Suddenly, Connor stuck two fingers in my hole, twisting and turning. I looked up and could see his cock was rock hard. As he pulled his fingers out, I knew he was ready to put his cock in my ass again.

Connor dropped his shorts, put my legs on his shoulders and lined his hard cock up with my hole. I could feel the hard, fat end of his cock pushing against my ass. It took me a few seconds to realize that Connor wasn’t wearing a condom. Buzzed though I was, I tried to pull my ass away from his cock.

“No, Connor, wait a minute . . . don’t fuck me bare . . .”

Connor grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him.

“C’mon Javier . . . let me fuck your hot ass . . .”

I could feel his cock touching my hole.

“NOOO, man . . . wear a condom . . .”

I looked into Connor’s eyes and what I saw there made me a little nervous. Connor pulled my ass to the edge of the counter and held my wrists.

“Dude, my cock is goin in your hot ass just like this! I gotta feel that hot hole on my dick! I’ve wanted that for a long time. Now’s the time . . .”

Before I could move, Connor thrust forward. I felt my hole open up and his cock slid deep inside.

He didn’t even pause and started fucking me with long, deep strokes. It happened so fast, I was shocked. He was actually doing it! He was fucking my ass bare!

As his pumping got harder, my mind was a swirl of emotion.

Who the fuck did he think he was, fucking me bare like that? I mean I told him not to and he did it anyway. I’d always enjoyed our earlier sex. But he’d never done anything like this before.

“Connor, STOP! I TOLD you! I don’t fuck without a condom!”

Connor smiled at me and said, “Come on, just a little more . . .” and continued to pound my ass. I wanted him to stop but was so tired from our workout, and wasted from the wine, that I just lay there and let him finish.

After ten minutes of deep fucking, Connor pulled out. I lay there on the counter and heard Connor say, “Come on, let's go over there.”

He helped me sit up and then pulled me off the counter. There was a rug in the dining area and Connor pointed over to it.

“C’mon, Javier, get down on the rug.”

Wearily, I shook my head.

“No, man. Let’s just eat.”

Connor put his arm around me and started pulling me towards the rug. I started pulling back and we wrestled around as he pulled me closer to it.

“Dude, stop! I’m tired!”

“Just a little more, man! C’mon, you’ll like it!”

As we got closer to the rug, Connor started pushing down on me and said, “Get down on your hands and knees.” I pushed back as we struggled but I was no match for him in my fucked-up state. He finally managed to get me down on my hands and knees. Even though he kept pushing on my back, I would go down no further.

Connor surprised me by sitting down on my butt and yelling, “Whooo-eeeeee! I always wanted a pony!” I guess he thought I was going to crawl around like a horse, but I was still so shocked from his bare fucking, my mind wasn’t all there. When I didn’t move, Connor shifted his body and lay down on my back, shifting his entire weight onto me. I couldn’t support his body and I slid down until I was on my forearms and knees. A few moments later, I felt him get off my back, pull my legs apart, and plunge his cock back in my ass.

Connor liked fucking me doggy style, but it hurt like hell being fucked on my knees. As my strength ebbed, my body slid down so I was lying flat on my stomach. As I went down, Connor kept his cock in my ass, trying to fuck me without stopping.

After a minute or two of awkward fucking, he pulled out, pulled me back up on my knees and started fucking me again. He was bent over my back, slobbering all over me, and pounding my ass hard as he fucked.

All the alcohol, struggling, and fucking took its toll on me. As Connor continued to fuck, I could feel myself start to pass out. Slowly, my body began to slide down to the floor. Connor felt me going down and pulled me back up. My eyes popped open and I struggled to stay awake as he pummeled my ass. After another minute, I started going out again and my body sliding down. Connor caught me once more and through my drunken fog I heard his voice.

“JAVIER! Wake up, man. I want you to feel this. Your body is so fucking hot, and I’ve wanted to pump my load in your ass for sooooo long! I want you to feel me do it . . . C’mon, wake up . . .”

Wasted though I was, I used my last bit of strength to struggle to my knees. Suddenly, Connor’s fucking got faster, and I knew he was about to shoot. After a final hard fuck of his cock in my ass, Connor screamed and started shooting his wad.

I felt a warm stream flowing into my ass. It kept coming and coming, as if Connor was literally breeding my hole. I shuddered as I remembered that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Connor’s fuck stroke kept pounding my ass until his climax subsided. The exhaustion overtook me, and I slid to the floor.

I don’t know how long I was out, but it couldn’t have been too long.

When I woke up, Connor was still naked, sitting next to me. I could feel a little glob of juice dribble from my hole. Connor leaned over and said, “Hold on, let me get you cleaned up.” Slowly, I turned over while he got some wet towels from the kitchen and started wiping my ass.

“HEY MAN, SLOW DOWN!! It stings!” I yelped.

Connor grinned and was more careful as he wiped my ass. Even though he cleaned me up, I could still feel his cum inside of me.

“Shit man,” I muttered weakly. “I can still feel your gunk up my ass.”

Connor laughed and said, “You know, my mother always wanted me to marry a Latin girl and get her pregnant so that she could have mixed grandchildren. She didn’t know though, that I liked guys.”

I thought it was a stupid thing to say but kept silent.

Connor continued and said, “Well, today I can say that I managed to do what she asked. My DNA is inside of you now. It’s just too bad for her that they’re in the body of a hot Latin stud!”

I looked at him without saying a word and just shook my head.

Connor tossed me my shorts and I slowly put them back on. He had already pulled his shorts on and when I finished, he put his arm out to help me.

I pulled back from him and said, “I’m okay, Connor. I’m a man, I’m not broken.”

We went back into the kitchen and I sat down at the table. Connor picked up the plate of arepas and said, “Let me warm these up. They’re probably cold by now.” I nodded and began looking out the kitchen window, thinking about what had just happened.

A few minutes later, Connor set the warmed up arepas on the table, poured a glass of juice, and handed it to me.

I looked at Connor and nodded my head again.

“Thanks.”

Connor kept looking at me and, as I sipped the juice.

“Javier . . . you okay?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yeah . . . I guess so.”

“You wanna talk?”

Slowly, I looked at Connor and said, “What’s there to talk about? Let’s just eat and watch the movies . . . okay?”

Connor nodded his agreement and flashed me an evil smile. I saw his eyes rake my body and he said, “Sure. You definitely need more energy for today . . . right?”

I gave Connor a weak smile.

“Whatever, man. Let’s just eat, watch some shows, and relax. I don’t think I can do more than that.”

Little did I know that Connor’s agenda for me that day did include more. Much more. And it was to have devastating results.

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“Man, these are good, Javier! I didn’t know you were such a good cook! You are full of surprises!”

Connor was eating the arepas I had cooked earlier. I wasn’t at all hungry and sat at the table, my chin resting in the palms of my hands, and my eyes closed. I still felt sluggish and groggy and couldn’t understand why the wine hit me so hard.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, gave a weak smile and said, “Thanks.”

“You sure you don’t want any? You haven't touched yours. They taste great! C’mon, eat some.”

I shook my head.

“No. You go ahead. I’m really tired.”

Connor kept on eating and I watched him. After a few minutes, my thoughts were a little clearer and I sat up.

“Connor . . .”

“Yeah?”

“You didn't put anything in my wine, did you?”

Connor just looked at me and I continued on.

“I’m so wasted, dude. I’ve never felt like this after drinking a couple of glasses of wine.”

Connor continued looking at me and I couldn’t read his face. After a few moments, he said “C’mon man, you know I wouldn’t do something like that.”

He paused and then started grinning.

“Although . . . come to think of it . . . maybe that wouldn't have been such a bad idea. I mean, if you’d have been drugged up, I could’ve done whatever I wanted with that hot body of yours!”

I looked hard at Connor.

“I think you just did, man.”

Connor quit grinning.

“Come on Javier, don't make me feel bad. You have no idea the effect you have on me.”

He hesitated and then said, “Look . . . if I reacted like that it was because . . ."

I shook my head.

“Connor, just forget it . . . forget what I said . . . okay?”

Carefully, I reached out, picked up one of the arepas, and took a bite. I chewed on it and swallowed but didn’t want any more.

“I’ll eat some later, man. I’m not hungry right now.”

He kept trying to talk to me as he ate, but I wasn’t really listening. In fact, I wasn’t in much of a mood to talk at all. My mind was elsewhere, thinking about the rough fucking Connor had given me earlier.

The day was supposed to be a fun day, just two friends having fun, since we wouldn’t see each other for a while. But it became clear that Connor had planned a lot more for the day than I thought it would be. He had fucked me twice and the last time, the action was different. He was more aggressive and had fucked me without a condom. His comments made it clear that he had wanted to fuck me bare like that for a long time. And I still wondered whether he had drugged my wine as well.

All these thoughts were flowing through my head as he finished eating. I think Connor noticed the distance because he kept asking me if I was okay. I just nodded my head and smiled. But I really wasn’t okay. I needed to sort things out first.

“C’mon, let’s clean up the dishes and then watch some shows,” Connor said. “We’ve got about 3 hours left before I gotta take you back.”

I helped pick up the dishes and we started rinsing them off. As I stood at the sink, I felt something on the back of my leg. I thought at first it was just some sweat trickling down. But after a minute, I knew it was something else. I reached down and started pulling down my shorts. Connor looked at me and started grinning.

“What, you tryin to turn me on again, man?” he laughed.

I didn’t say anything and let my shorts drop to the ground. A thin stream of milky liquid was slowly running down my leg.

“FUCK! What’s that?” I shouted.

Connor looked, laughed again and said, “That’s my cum, Javier. I guess my load is still inside you and it started coming out.”

I looked around for something to wipe it off, when Connor said, “Come here, let me take care of that.” He picked up a couple of towels and started walking to the kitchen door. I followed him, and we went into the next room.

I thought he was going to take me to the bathroom, so I could get the cum out of my ass and was surprised when he pointed to a sofa and said, “Sit down.”

I was still a little out of it and sat down without thinking. Suddenly, Connor pulled my legs roughly towards him, lifted them up, leaned down and started licking my ass. I was shocked and wondered what the hell he was doing. His tongue started going inside and I started struggling.

“Whoa, Connor. No man, don’t do that. My ass hurts. Just help me clean it up.”

Connor hesitated a moment, and then said, “Okay, man, okay. Relax. Lay back and let me clean you up.” He reached over for a towel and I lay my head back and closed my eyes.

For a few moments, nothing happened. I could still feel the cum leaking out and waited for Connor to start wiping my ass and leg. There was some movement and then I heard Connor’s voice.

“Relax, Javier. I’ll do it slow. Just breathe deeply and relax.”

I started breathing slower and could feel my body start to give in to the exhaustion. Seconds later, I felt something touch my hole and press on it. I thought Connor was using the towel to wipe my ass, but this felt different.

Suddenly, I felt intense pain and my hole splitting open. My head jerked up just in time to see Connor beginning to guide his cock into my ass. He was going to try to fuck me again!

I was shocked, but the pain was agonizing and spurred me into action. I started struggling again and shouted at him.

“STOP CONNOR!! FUCK! It HURTS!”

Connor kept pushing his cock into my ass and I couldn’t take the pain any more. Even though he was holding my legs tightly, I wrenched my body away from him and struggled to stand up.

I was exhausted but knew that if I didn’t stop him, he’d be fucking me again. And probably even harder this time. With a final burst of strength, I wrenched my legs out of his grip, pushed him away, and managed to stand up. As I got to my feet, I glared angrily at Connor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shouted. “Quit being such an asshole! I told you it hurts! All I wanted you to do was help clean me up and you try to fuck me?”

I paused, breathing rapidly, and said, “Goddamn it, I’m not your fucking BITCH!!!”

When I stood up, Connor had fallen backwards and was looking up at me. He had a shocked look on his face, realizing that he had gone too far. When he spoke, his voice was low.

“Javier, I’m sorry! You’re just so . . .”

“I don’t give a shit what you thought! You’re treating me like some fucking whore you own. I’m your FRIEND, Connor! Your FRIEND!! And I’m straight! What, you think I’m some slut you can just fuck whenever you want? I’m not your boyfriend, man . . .”

Connor looked down and didn’t move.

My burst of anger probably upset him, but I was too pissed over the lack of respect he was showing me. And frankly, I didn’t give a damn if he was upset. We were both quiet for a while and, as my anger died down, I began to feel bad about what I had said.

“Connor . . . man, you’re my friend. I’ve enjoyed all our time together. But I’m not just a fuck toy. I mean, I don’t even treat ladies like that. Just respect me for who I am and our friendship . . . okay?”

Connor was still looking down and after a few seconds, nodded his head.

“C’mon . . . let’s just watch some TV and chill, okay? I don’t have that much longer left before I have to go.”

Connor looked up at me for a long moment. He didn’t say anything, but the look on his face was puzzling. He didn’t look mad and he didn’t look happy. He looked . . . I don’t know how to describe it. He looked . . . sad . . . like I’d disappointed him or something.

I reached out my hand and said, “C’mon . . . let me go wash this shit outta my ass, and then we can watch some shows.”

He paused a moment more, then reached out and let me pull him up.

“Go ahead and shower, Javier. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”

I smiled and nodded at him. As I walked towards the bathroom, I heard him say, “Javier . . .” I looked back at him. The strange look was still on his face.

“Yeah?”

He kept looking at me a minute.

“Nothing.”

I laughed and said, “Go chill and I’ll be there in a few.”

The rest of the afternoon was nice, even though I still felt a little woozy. Connor and I watched TV together, eventually I had my arepas and drank some fruit juice. Definitely no more wine for me!

It was funny, but after about 30 minutes, while we were watching a movie, Connor leaned over and put his head against my shoulder. I looked over at him and he smiled. I smiled back but felt a little awkward. It reminded me of how Maria would sometimes put her head against my shoulder when we watched TV together in bed.

Around 4 PM, Connor drove me back to my car in the mall parking lot. He was quiet most of the way back and I didn’t say a whole lot. I could tell something was wrong and thought he was still upset about my yelling at him. Regardless, I knew that he’d probably be better when he got back from his vacation. After he had a chance to think things over.

Finally, he pulled up in front of my car.

As he stopped, I leaned over like I usually did and gave him a friendly hug. He held on to me longer than usual and I had to pull away to break the hug. Smiling, I opened the door, got out, and leaned in the window of his Explorer.

“Have fun on your trip, man. Think of me when you’re relaxing on the beach. And drink some cool ones for me!”

Connor had a serious look on his face and, after a moment, smiled back at me.

“I will. Thanks for today, Javier. I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Yeah man. It was . . .” I paused.

“It was . . . okay. See ya in a couple of weeks.”

I pulled out and started towards my car.

“Javier?”

I walked back over and looked at him.

“Yeah?”

Connor looked down and was silent a moment. I waited. After a minute, he looked back up at me with that serious look on his face again.

“I wanted to tell you . . .” He paused.

“I wanted to tell you that I . . .”

A quizzical look crossed my face.

“Tell me what, Connor?”

“That I love you.”

Shocked, I kept looking at Connor, at a loss for words.

“I gotta say it. I love you, Javier. I always have. Ever since the day I met you at the gym, I fell head over heels for you, man. I think about you all the time. I can’t get you out of my mind! Your body drives me wild and I’ve never wanted to fuck a guy like I’ve wanted to fuck you. You’re PERFECT to me, and I . . . I . . . I just wanted you to know that . . . that I love you. REALLY love you.”

I don’t know how much time went by, but I kept looking at Connor.

His serious look changed to a slight smile and he waited for me to say something.

But I couldn’t.

Finally, Connor said, “SAY something, Javier.”

I looked down at the ground and then back at Connor.

At last, I found the strength to speak.

“Well . . . just . . . have fun, man. I’ll . . . see ya.”

I walked over to my car, got in, and drove off.

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As I walked in the front door of my apartment, one thought stood out in my mind.

My ass hurt.

Even though I got most of Connor’s cum out when I showered at his house, it still hurt to even touch my hole. I checked my ass out in the bathroom mirror by pulling my cheeks apart and saw my hole was mottled.

Connor had fucked me so hard that the edges of my hole gaped a little and it felt like hell every time I sat down. When we were watching TV, I had to put a pillow underneath it just to try to lessen the pain.

I thought maybe soaking my ass in some warm water might help, so I started running a bath in the tub. As the tub was filling up, my cell phone rang. To my chagrin, the caller ID told me it was Maria calling.

I pressed the answer button and said, “Hi baby, how was work?”

“Oh, it was okay. Nothing special. How was your day?”

“Mmmm, it was okay. I was feeling a little sick and decided to come home early.”

There was a pause.

“You mean you’re home already?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t feeling good.”

“Ohhhh, I’m sorry, baby. You want me to come over and cook you something to eat? Help take care of you?”

Fuck. With my sore ass, I didn’t want to see anybody right then.

“I wish you could babe, but I’m just going to go to bed. I think I’m coming down with something.”

“Well I can still come by and . . .”

“No baby, don’t do that. I really just want to get in bed and sleep right now.”

There was a long silence on her end. Fuck. I knew what that meant.

“You DON’T want me to take care of you? At ALL?”

I had to think quick or I was gonna have to deal with even more shit than what I was dealing with right then.

“Maria, it isn’t that I don’t WANT you! I’m just not feeling good and I need to rest. There’s no reason for you to come over and . . .”

“Well, it certainly sounds like you don’t want me to come.”

I stayed quiet and didn’t say anything.

After a few moments of cold silence, I could hear tears in her voice as she said, “I’m not going to bother you while you’re sleeping. I just want to be there with you in case you need something.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

I took a deep breath and said, “Babe . . . I appreciate that. But just not now. Not tonight. Let me get some rest and I’ll call you when . . .”

“FINE. Call me when you’re ready. Goodnight.”

I heard the call disconnect and the line go dead.

Sighing, I put the phone down, pulled off the rest of my clothes and carefully got in the tub. As my ass touched the water, the stinging sensation started immediately. I jerked my ass up and paused. Then carefully . . . slowly . . . deliberately . . . I lowered myself in the water and lay back.

In a few minutes, the stinging in my ass subsided. I closed my eyes and relaxed as the warm water caressed my body.

As I lay there soaking, I tried to let go of the thoughts in my mind as well. But it was difficult to do.

I kept thinking about how upset Maria was with me. I felt guilty because I loved her and really did want her to be with me. But there was no way I could hide the pain in my ass from her.

And Connor. What was with his “I love you” thing? I mean, where did THAT come from?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I was.

I remembered Connor and me working out in the gym. How he always pushed me to do more, to achieve. Becoming friends . . . good friends. I smiled when I thought about the massages and how Connor slowly, but surely, persuaded me to let him touch my cock. And to suck my cock. God, how great that was! Connor helped me discover a side that I had never explored. Had never even thought about.

And the fucking . . . shit, did THAT take me by surprise! A year ago, if anyone had ever suggested that I would let a man fuck me, I’d have kicked their ass from here to the moon. I mean, I was a MAN . . . a straight man . . . and I did the fucking. But again, Connor had opened me up to experiences that I never dreamed possible. That I’d actually enjoy getting fucked. And I learned that being fucked made me no less a man than I was before.

Until . . . until . . .

My eyes snapped open.

Until today.

Today wasn’t just another day. Sure, Connor had told me “let’s just enjoy ourselves and kick back, have a few drinks, get a good workout . . .” I never, ever suspected that what he really wanted to do was to fuck me . . . hard . . . bare . . . and like I was a bitch or something. Disrespecting me. Disrespecting my manhood.

And even when I was in pain after his fucking, he tried to do it again and didn’t give a SHIT about how I felt. I saw a side to him I’d never seen in all the months we’d been friends. And then he had the balls to tell me he LOVED me? What the fuck was that all about?

I got out of the tub, pulled a towel off the counter, and started drying myself. And as I rubbed the towel over me, my mind became calm and I began to realize the truth.

Connor was my friend. And we had some great times together, in bed and out. But love? No way.

I knew that I loved someone. And she was upset and probably crying now because she thought I didn’t want her to be with me. But I did want her to be with me. Forever.

Yeah, Connor was my friend. But from the first time he fucked me, I knew . . . I just knew . . . that it would never be the same.

And as much as I appreciated all the things Connor did for me . . . the gifts . . . the caring . . . the sharing . . . I could never be in love with him like I was with Maria. Because I was who I was. And he was who he was.

And between our two lives, there was no bridge.

I wrapped the towel around me, carefully feeling my ass before I knotted it. It still hurt like hell and I knew it would be awhile before it would be back to normal. But back to normal it would eventually be.

Just like my life.

Epilogue

It’s been 5 years since I walked out of the bathroom and sat down at my computer.

I wrote Connor an e-mail and did the best I could to tell him it was over. I don’t remember the exact words, but it was clear enough for him to know that I would never see him again.

I don’t think he liked it. But at least he left me alone.

I know he and Jason eventually moved from Ohio down to Tampa, Florida. He still e-mails me from time to time, but I never respond. He often tells me how much he wishes we were still together.

Maybe he does.

But I laughed when I read his last e-mail. He mentioned that he had met another Latino guy at his gym and was “working on him”. I grinned and thought of the old saying, “A leopard does not change his spots.” That definitely applied to Connor!

And me?

Well . . . nothing special.

I’m married now to Maria and we have a child. I’m very happy with my family, my job, and just living my life.

Yes, I know what you are wondering . . .

You want to know if I ever messed around with a guy again after Connor and Jason.

And the answer is simple . . .

No.

Even though I enjoyed my experiences, I’ve decided I’m done with men.

I admit that I get a bit nostalgic at times when I think about Connor and our close friendship and how it turned out. And I definitely remember the great sex!

But that’s as far as it goes.

I’m committed . . . to my wife . . . my child . . . and me.

I will say though that the biggest thing I learned from my experiences is to not be afraid to live your life the way YOU want to live it.

Regardless of what other people say. Regardless of what other people think. Live life for you.

Every day.

Every moment.

Everything.

Yes, I’m a straight man and I had sex with other men.

But that doesn’t make me anything other than what I choose it to make me.

Oh, I know people will think I’m “this” or I’m “that”. And they’ll label me “this” and “that”. And that’s fine with me.

Because I know who I am.

And they can be whoever they choose to be.

We’re all human beings. And I think that pretty much says it all.

I experienced something that opened me up to the beauty of life. In all its wild, strange, and crazy ways.

And I learned that I am . . . who I am.

How many people can truly say that about themselves?