My Son's Best Friend

Everyone had that buddy in high school who lived in the cool house with fun parents. It was the “hang out house” where we all hung out after school and on weekends because it had a pool, game room, home theater, sport court, full gym, huge firepit and tons of junk food. His parents were cool, and they let us drink as long as we stayed put and didn’t drive. It was everyone’s second home.  Now, I own that kind of house. My house is the one all my son’s buddies come to hang, swim, play video games, watch movies, and work out. It brings back great memories, and I love that Deacon actually likes to be at home even when is dad is there.

That is where lies a slight problem for me: my son’s friends. It’s a group of five, 18 year old, horny, muscular, hot as fuck, athletes who can’t seem to keep their damn shirts on around my house. You know guys like them. You’ve seen them on TikTok and IG posing and flexing shirtless for their next thirst trap. All these guys are way too hot for their ages because they take their looks so seriously. They also use them to manipulate people and get what they want.

But that’s not the problem. The problem is that I’m gay, closeted, and having all that muscle around is torture sometimes. I have my fuck buddies and discreet hook ups of my own, but when you’re really horny and you go to your kitchen for a beer and there’s a half naked, jacked up football player standing in front of an open refrigerator, drinking from a carton of milk, it’s difficult to act normal and pretend you don’t want to throw him against the wall and fuck him.

All that said, I have to take responsibility for the reason they are the way they are. They learned it all from me. I’m Mark Stanford and I own a fitness empire, “Genesis Genetics,” responsible for the success of pro-athletes, college athletes, movie stars and other celebs. I’m in better shape than a lot of my clients who pay big bucks to hire me, to train them, or rehab them, or help promote them. Having a career like that means I have to look good at all times, and my narcissism has rubbed off on them from watching me over the years. I’m always hammering it into them that looking good is the key to success in anything you do. People listen and respect attractive people more than average or homely ones.

I’ve written six self-help fitness books, not to mention my own streaming network devoted to fitness and nutrition. I have a top-ranking podcast and a million IG followers. Yeah, I’m the one who taught the boys how to get the best angle for thirst traps. All this success makes it essential to look amazing, desirable, confident at all times. I can achieve anything I want and fuck whomever I want. My life is centered around how I look. I love my life. I get paid to look good.

Deacon’s mother and I had him very young. It’s the same old story: I was Mr. Popularity, the jock who wrestled, played football, baseball, was homecoming and prom king. Deacon’s mom was a cheerleader, a partier and, there’s no other way to put it, a slut. She was going to abort the baby, but my parents said they would help me raise Deacon and she could forget about us and move on. We haven’t heard from her since.

I went to college on a full football scholarship. As quarterback, I took that school to the championships my last two years and won. I worked my ass off and received a bachelor’s in business and marketing and a doctorate degree in Sports Medicine. I had it all; looks, the brain, the brawn, and my amazing son. After I graduated, I took Deacon and moved out west to raise him on my own. I found a job in a small start-up gym in LA. I was approached at the beach by a modeling scout and for extra money I did fitness modeling on the side. Modeling became lucrative for me. I was able to save a ton of money. It was great for extra spending money. Modeling was also great for non-stop sex with other hot male models. I have stories but those are for another time.

I became very successful as a sports medicine consultant and opened my own chain of sports therapy clinics. Along the way, I picked up some very famous professional athlete clients and I did a stint as a physical therapist for a pro-football team. Once again, I was doing what I loved and got to discreetly have some very hot sex with closeted professional athletes and celebs. Because of my hard work, dedication and my Type-A, control freak, alpha, mentality, Deacon and I live in a ten-thousand-square-foot house on one hundred-acres. I have provided well for Deacon and the boy has turned out to be the best son a guy could have. Have I spoiled him? Yes, I have. Does he know it? Yes, he does. He has me wrapped around his little finger and he knows it. I just can't say no to him. Looking at him is like looking in a mirror from seventeen years ago. I see myself in him physically and mentally. He has all my traits including the dominant personality ones. He's a no nonsense, no bullshitter who has no filter on his thoughts. He's a manipulator, using his looks and his charm to get what he wants. I've taught him well. Like I said before, he’s smart, athletic, driven like his dad and too good looking for his own good, just like his dad. And we both know it.

The one thing about being me; sport obsessed, fitness freak, alpha with an incredible body and charming, if not manipulative personality, is that everyone is always asking for workout tips. My son reaps the benefits of that knowledge, and it’s paid off in spades. Like his dad, the kid excels in everything including training his body. Deacon’s friends are also beneficiaries of that knowledge. They use my home gym, which is more like a training complex you might see at a pro-football training facility, to work out and train for wrestling, football or baseball and I use it to train clients at home.

The more famous clients prefer to come to me since its private and there are no distractions. Also, it's at my home...where my bedroom is...where we can go and fuck in private. If the house isn't convenient, I do have a soundproof sex room hidden in the complex. It has all the accoutrements that a good sex room needs; a huge bed, a sling, sex chair, eight-man shower, hot tub, oils, lube, toys; dildos, vibrators, electro-stimulators, a fucking machine and a nifty "costume" room for role play and what not. No one knows about it but me and the men that enjoy it with me.

Back to the boys, Deacon's buddies take advantage of my superior knowledge of nutrition, muscle development; maintaining stamina, flexibility; building endurance. The boys envy me, put me on a pedestal. They think of me as a god, and I relish it. They all want to be like me. What’s not to like about a bunch of muscled up, hormone raging, good-looking athletes thinking I walk on water? I want them to succeed and look good doing it. If they don’t look good, I don’t look good. I even had branded fitness clothing made up just for them; “Stanford and Sons.” I’m not stupid, of course, I made sure most of it was compression gear: leggings, shirts, shorts. They proudly wear the gear wherever they go. If you’re known as a “Stanford and Sons,” you have achieved popularity and envy from everyone at school. They get treated differently than other guys their age. They get treated like rock-stars. With all their coach’s blessings, I train them for their respective sports at my complex. It’s legit since I paid for a new gym and sports facility at the school which earned me a position at the school. I’m technically on the Athletics Staff; therefore, I can train them. However, I’m partial to training just my son and his small group of friends. I don’t have time to train everyone who wants me.

What these boys don’t realize is that I’m secretly molding them. I started training them when they were all around 13 years old. They were scrawny little kids. I decided I would sculpt their physiques to my high standards. I knew what each boy needed to do to their bodies to look perfect, the way I thought they should look. I began by zoning in on their weak areas, whether it be underdeveloped quads, a small chest, or a flat ass. I taught them how to improve on those flaws. After a while, every one of those kids had proportionate legs, thick chests, and all of them had high, muscular, round asses. They listened to me; everything I told them to do to be healthy and look their best. They adhered to my advice like it was the bible. I was so proud of them but as they got older, my plan backfired.

They developed and grew into young men and as they did, they became more attractive, and I became attracted to them. I couldn’t help it, seeing all these hot guys, hormones raging, half-dressed running around my house all the time, laying around the pool. They became unabashed as they flaunted their new bodies, usually no shirts, and worked out half naked. All of them looked up to me and wanted to be around me. They always asked Deacon if his dad was going to be around when they hung out at his house. Deacon’s girlfriends were always asking about me and if I was going to hang out with them. Single moms followed me around like puppy dogs hoping to be the lucky one to land the beautiful, handsome, single Mark Stanford.

I had no interest in those moms, though. Nope, I would rather be inside a nice, tight, muscular ass or riding a hard, thick cock. I’ve never come out as gay, but I’ve known I was since I could remember. I messed around with guys and girls in high school and college. With the guys it started with handies, then blow jobs then slowly graduating to fucking. I was Mr. Everything to everyone, so I had my share of pussy, dick and ass. When you looked like I did and was a champion athlete, I tended to get what I wanted. I topped my way through my teen years, sometimes bottoming for the right dude. I hooked up with anyone I wanted; my high school wrestling assistant coach, my biology teacher, teammates from all my sports; guys on the wrestling, football and baseball teams. Not to mention one of my brother’s best friends. Ok, maybe two. College was much of the same; frat boys, married profs, teammates, cheerleaders (the male kind). I hit every major sport. That's when I admitted that I was full on as gay and only interested in men. The best guys were the closeted ones. All they wanted to do was fuck with a dude and they did so like their lives depended on it. Closet cases fucked like machines and took cock like pros. I’ll admit, I preferred bottoming for those guys and have no problems admitting that. There’s just something about a hot masculine, muscular, gay, sex starved, closet case holding my legs up and going to town on my tight ass, telling me how beautiful I was and using my body to get off. They never took for granted every second they spent in my ass. They were always repeat offenders. I always heeded their calls because I knew I was in for a nice hard pounding.

I know, you would think someone like me, and my personality would be a total top. I'm secure enough in my masculinity to admit that bottoming is just as masculine as topping. To get fucked by a closeted NFL player, you have to be a real man. You have to be able to withstand an onslaught of pounding from two-hundred-twenty pounds of hard muscle if you want to fuck around with a professional athlete. I can power-bottom with the best of them and that's why I have repeat clients, they know I'm the guy who can take it and they can breed me without worrying about getting me pregnant... try as they might.  The other clients who want me to top, they know that I'm going to deliver the hardest, most aggressive, verbal fuck they will ever get.

Of course, I was also that closet case that I loved to fuck so much. I dated girls, women to keep up the facade. I had to keep up an image and a reputation as a man-whore because there was no way anyone was going to take me seriously as an athlete or a businessman if they knew I was taking cock like a hooker on payday. Hence, the reason I have Deacon. It was easy fucking his mom because I would just pretend that she was Tom Brady as I fucked her. Boy, I had imaginary sex with Tom Brady a lot in those days.

Lately, I have developed a new problem. One of Deacon’s best friends, Rian, was especially attractive to me. Rian was a fixture at our house, spending most of his time here. He didn’t have a good family life at home, so Deacon had become like a brother to him. In the last year or so, Rian made great progress in his workouts. I helped him develop his body into a lean, muscular, fine-tuned machine. He began to fill out his clothes, especially his pants. The muscular growth of his high and tight ass was no mistake. I knew what I wanted him to look like. I targeted that area of Rian. Now, he had a nice little ass before but now, now it was a work of art; two mounds of hard muscle hanging off his lower back like a shelf. His naturally arched back only accentuated its new size. Top it off with cut-up quads, tiny waist, broad shoulders, thick arms and neck and he was a muscle boy to be reckoned with. He had a cute pug-nose, a boyish freckled face, sandy brown hair that he kept short and trimmed, beautiful blue-green eyes and a square jaw that could cut glass.

Like the other guys, Rian had become very confident and more than just a little cocky with his built, athletic body. His ego was boosted with every stare and catcall he received. He had resorted to shaving his body hair and wore more form fitting clothes. (Once again, shaving the body hair was my thing. Shows off the definition.) He played two sports. He was a wrestler and a tight end. He was a sight to behold in his  spandex blue and gold singlet not to mention the satiny royal blue football pants.

Rian had become a favorite of mine. For some reason or another, Rian just did it for me. He didn’t look like a boy anymore. He was a young, viral, masculine man. The classically handsome good looks and the masculine, athletic body coupled with his confident, cocky attitude really turned my crank. I found myself drawn to Rian. The more time Rian spent at my house and in my gym, the more sexually aroused I became. The kid was hot, and I became obsessed with my son’s best friend.

Rian thought I was the know all, end all. He hung on my every word. He listened and learned from me. He had an almost love-sick quality whenever I was near him. He was always asking me questions, following me around. He complimented me on everything from my body to my hair. I knew from experience not to assume he had some kind of crush on me. Some straight guys are just comfortable showing respect for other guys who inspire them. He was hard to read since he always straddled a fine line between an envious straight boy and a gay boy toy with daddy issues. And that boy definitely had daddy issues.

In all my years of endless streams of hot guys and hot sex, Rian was different. I felt like I could, at some point, develop feelings for him. Or maybe I just wanted to fuck him really bad. The kid was walking sex on legs, but we also got along well, probably better than I did with my own son. I could tell I was a father figure to Rian but at the same time I was just another bro to him. There in lay the problem. He was Deacon’s best friend, and I didn’t want to ruin that, and it made me feel guilty. I thought Deacon suspected I was at least bisexual. I never really hid it around him, but we had never talked about it either. It was just the two of us and I had never dated women as far as Deacon knew. I think he figured if I wanted to mention it, I would have. Still, I was taking a big risk with what I was thinking of doing. I was going to bed this kid or die trying. What if Rian denied my advances? The kid was straight as far as I could tell. He may try to beat the shit out of me, not that he could. What if Rian didn’t deny me and Deacon were to find out. What if Deacon were to find out either way? It was a chance I was going to have to take. The last seventeen years had been nothing but one-nightstands, three-ways, four-ways, drug induced orgies, affairs with married men, pump and dumps with frat-boys. I had a life of carefree sex. I’ve had professional athletes, CEO’s, celebrities, frat-boys, anyone I wanted in bed. This was going to be a significant conquest for me because I was attracted to this kid, more than any other guy I’d fucked.

Rian was at the house one afternoon by himself. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks since his 18th birthday party. He had texted me earlier and asked if he could hang out there. The kid was bored. Deacon was at a weeklong student leadership conference being held out of town. The other guys had gone on a camping trip and Rian didn’t want to go. He just wanted to hang out all weekend at our house. I came home from work to find Rian playing video games in the media room.

“Rian? That you?” I called out. I heard the loud sound of guns shooting, bombs dropping and people screaming.

“Yeah, Mr. S!” Rian answered back. He called me Mr. S sometimes. I told him he could call me by my first name, but he said it felt weird. Around his buddies he called me Coach like the rest of them. But otherwise, it was Mr. S.

I entered the large media room to find the kid nestled on the huge couch. The one-hundred-inch screen dwarfed him. The surround sound even louder in here than out in the entry way. I stood next to the couch, hands in my pockets, watching the game play out on the screen.

Ryan finally took notice of me. A huge smile came across his face when he saw me like he was seeing Disneyland for first time. He paused the game. “What’s up Mr. S?”

“You winning?” I asked as I nodded to the screen.

“What do you think? Always do,” he said with a bright white smile of perfect teeth.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “Of course. How idiotic of me to think otherwise,” I stated sarcastically.

Rian kept grinning as he tossed the controller on the ottoman in front of him. “I bet you could beat me.”

“No. I don’t get the time to play video games. I suck at it. Deacon beats me every time."

His smile dimmed. “I call bullshit, man," Rian scoffed. “You’re good at everything you do. It makes me fucking sick. I bet you could pick up this controller and play this game for the first time and win it. Shit comes so easy for you.” I liked the way Rian gushed over me.

“I wouldn’t say everything comes easy for me. I’m just a quick study.”

“Whatever.” Rian smirked. He picked up the controller, sat back into the couch, prepared to play again when he mumbled, “I’d give my left nut to be as good as you. At everything.”

I was taken aback what he said. He was putting himself down and I wasn't going to have it. I stood in front of the TV screen and blocked his view.

“Rian don’t say shit like that. You’re a Sanford's Son and none of my Sons talk like that. I don't turn out losers," I told him with a wide stance and arms folded over my massive chest.

He looked up at me and sat up quickly and said, "Coach, shit, I don't want you to think I'm disrespecting you."

"I know you wouldn't disrespect me. Hell, you respect me more than my own kid. I just hate to hear you say shit like that. You're better than any of those dudes you hang out with. Including my son," I said as I pointed at him.

To that, Rian froze as he contemplated what I said about Deacon

"What? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not better than Deac. He's a fucking golden boy," he countered.

"No. He's not," I assured him sternly. “He just looks like he is.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. "I know! Look at him. The dude is hot; his body is sick, and he knows it. He's smart and he's president of the student council, not to mention he's a fucking amazing athlete."

"I love my son more than anything. Don’t get my wrong, he’s the best son a guy could have, but, Rian, I will cut your balls off if you tell him any of this, but Deacon is a spoiled, entitled, arrogant, manipulative pretty boy and he doesn't appreciate how well he has it. And you know what? It's my fault. I raised him that way because I wanted him to be like me. Well, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree."

"That's not your fault, man," he said, "Yeah, he's kind of arrogant but he always does the right thing in the end. He got that from you. He's loyal as fuck, I mean, he takes care of me by letting me hang here so I don't have to go home to all the bullshit. If not for him, I'd probably be beat up and homeless. My dad is a fucking asshole.”

I stood there in front of him a little speechless. I didn't know he felt so strongly about Deacon. Maybe I underestimate my kid.

He continued, "And if not for him, I wouldn't get to hang with you. I fucking owe you everything. I’m still in school because of you. I’ve become disciplined because of you." He stood and raised his t-shirt, revealing a solid six pack and ran his fingers through the deep separation between the halves. "And because of you, I look like THIS! I mean, Christ, look at me. I'm motherfucking hot!"

I laughed. Hell, yeah, he looked hot. A fucking gorgeous muscle boy who made my dick hard just looking at him.

"Ok, ok," I said as I held up my hands. "I've created a fucking monster. But, yes, I will gladly take full credit for the way you look. That was all me. Out of all of you boys, you had the best gains, and you were the most disciplined. You look better than Deacon so stop sissy-bitching and just be happy with your stupid muscles," I said with a grin.

“Hey. Don’t be a dick,” he said with a cute smile. He laughed as he threw a throw pillow at me. I caught it and flung it back at him.

One thing I love about Rian, he treats me like a bro while at the same time respecting the shit out of me.

I looked at my watch and clapped my hands together and changed the subject. His playful flirting was making me hard. “You going to hang out all day in here?" I asked. "It’s a beautiful day! It’s sunny and hot, a perfect pool day. Let’s hang by the pool?”

Ok, that was exactly the opposite of what I should suggest since when that kid is in a pair of tight trunks, I can barely contain myself. If I'm not hard now, I will be in a few minutes.

He thought about it for a second. “Cool. Let me finish this last part and I’ll meet you out there.”

"I'll go change," I blurted as I rushed out of the room.

I actually became giddy. Like a fucking schoolgirl too. I bounded up the stairs to my bedroom. I knew what I had to do. If I had any chance of turning him out, it would be now, and that meant I had to pull out all the stops. I tore off my clothes as I made my way to the walk-in closet. I was like a blur as I went through my swimsuit drawer. Yes, I have a swimsuit drawer. What can I say? I like variety. The meticulously folded swimwear was thrown about as I tried to find the perfect suit. I pulled out the last suit and held the small swath of spandex up in front of me.

“This one will do nicely,” I said out loud. I had been saving this suit for an upcoming trip to the Caribbean next month. I had planned it a year ago; a nice upscale gay resort with lots of hot guys on the beach; lounging by the pool; fucking in my bed. If Rian had any kind of inclination towards me or guys in general, this suit was going to make him realize it. Then I would know for sure.

I stepped into it and stretched the suit up my muscular legs and pulling it over my melon-shaped ass, I let the waistband snap against my tight abs. I looked in the mirror and whistled. A little navy-blue speedo with a gold waistband and a gold stitched seam that traveled down the back of the suit, sinking into the cleft between my hard glutes, separating them, accentuating each cheek. I ran my hands down my washboard abs and over my cock trapped in its tight confines. I always wore some sort of tight masculine trunk of some kind around the pool at home, so the guys were used to it, but I’d never sported anything this…risqué. I went into the bathroom, wet my hands, and ran them through my thick wavy hair, sweeping it back. I grabbed my Wayfarers and went downstairs. Show time!

Rian was coming out of the media room when he heard me coming down the stairs.

“Mr. S!” he called out. “I’m going to get a pair of Deac’s board shorts…” He stopped abruptly when he saw me come down the stairs, half naked, wearing my new suit. He’s seen me in swimwear a million times, but not something this sexy. Usually a modest square-cut suit is what I wore.

I acted like I didn’t notice the way the slack-jawed kid took in my muscular frame. Ok, that's a positive response if I've ever seen one.

“Sure. There should be some clean board shorts somewhere in that pig stye,” I said with a wave over my shoulder towards Deacon’s room.

He blushed as he walked around me up the stairs. I grinned to myself, amused at the look of admiration on the kid’s face. I turned and watched him walk up the stairs. His khaki shorts molding to that plump little ass. His shredded calves flexing with each step up. Then he stopped cold. He began to turn, and I quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught gawking at the hot boy.

“I was thinking,” he said.

“Does it hurt?” I teased after I stopped and turned to him.

“Ha, ha. Asshole.” He rolled his eyes before he continued. “No, I was thinking…um...can I try one of your yours?"

"A pair of my board shorts? Sure."

"NO," he said abruptly. " I meant something like what you have on."

My heartbeat jumped. Oh, my god, this little fucker would like so good in one of my suits. I played dumb with him, real nonchalant.

“Oh," I looked down at my small suit. "Sure. I have a bunch in my closet. Follow me." I made my way up the stairs towards him. I passed him up and took the lead into the master.

“Whoa,” Rian remarked, mouth open in awe of the size of my bedroom and then again at the size of my closet, which was more like a big display room more than it was a closet. Lots of mirrors, a whole wall filled with shoes. Another filled with dress shirts, another with casual shirts, one with jeans, one with business suits and a huge open rack of workout clothes. “This is bigger than my bedroom!”

I shrugged, “Eh, I like clothes. It’s important to always look my best.”

I pulled open a wide, deep drawer, the one I had just emptied out of all my suits minutes before. I had thrown them back in haphazardly.

“Let’s see,” I said as I stroked my chin as if in deep thought. I looked at his body and then back at the drawer full of speedo cut suits. Hell, let him choose. “Well, here, you pick one. Any of these should fit. Might be tight around that fat ass though,” I teased and stepped aside as he stepped up to the drawer.

“My ass is not fat, dude," he said defensively.

"It ain't small, muscle boy," I taunted with a grin to which he rolled his eyes.

"Fuck. So many,” he marveled as he dug around inside.

“I know. It’s hard to choose sometimes,” I said as I watched him focus on the right one.

“I can understand that. I don’t know, man. Which do you think?” he asked as he held up two pair of the little stretchy suits.

“Red,” I answered quickly. Whoa, that wasn't telling or anything.

“Red?” He dropped the other suit in the drawer and settled for the blood-red speedo. “Red it is,” he said as he held it up. He looked at it and gave me a raised eyebrow look that said to me, 'damn, that's small.'

“Are you sure you’re ok with me wearing it?” he asked, knowing I didn't care but it was sweet to ask.

“Dude, just put it on,” I told him with an eye-roll. "It's fine. Hell, you can keep it.”

“What? Nah. I can’t take it.”

“Rian, take the damn suit.”

“Alright.” He shrugged and then suddenly he bent over and just whipped down his shorts and boxer-briefs. I’d seen the kid naked before. I call it locker room naked. Always in a locker room setting. But this time he was just so brazen about it. I guess it was nice that he was so comfortable around me. Fuck me! That ass was sculpted from granite and smooth too.

He stepped into the spandex suit, and I watched it slide up over his smooth shredded legs and then stretch over his gorgeous, plump muscle-butt. To say the least, it was amazing.

“So... you’ve always wanted to try a pair of speedos?” I tried not to stammer at his beauty. “Why not just do it, ya dope?” I teased.

He turned in the mirror as he admired how the skimpy suit showed off his muscular quads, tiny waist and that beautiful butt. “Wow,” he whispered. I wanted to rip that suit off and bury my face in between those buns. “Don’t know,” he shrugged. “You always wear those square ones, and they look great on you. I’ve always wanted to see how I would look. I didn’t want the other guys to tease me. They can be fucking dicks. But it’s just you and me today. I feel safe around you." He continued to admire himself and then looked at me through the mirror and shrugged again. "I guess I thought they might be a little too...risqué?”

Fuck yeah, they’re risqué. That’s the point, you hot little fucker. 

“What’s wrong with being a little risqué sometimes?” I asked. "You earned it."

He looked like he was searching for the right words. “I just don’t think I’m the risqué type.”

I laughed. “Come on, dude. I know what you’re saying. Risqué is just bro code for gay.”

He looked offended. “No. That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s ok, Rian. You’re at the age where you still care what people think. Trust me, if you wear them with confidence, like they were made for you, people will react in kind. Spandex is a privilege, not a right. And you, my boy, are privileged,” I said as I smacked his ass with emphasis. That was a big risk.

"Ow! Hey!" he yelled at me.

“Damn, kid. Squats are paying off for you!”

Rian blushed again but didn't say anything as he moved his body so he could see his ass in the mirror.

“See? You think you look hot,” I commented with a smirk.

He quickly looked away from the mirror. “What?”

“You’re not fooling anyone," I winked.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a confused look on his pretty face.

“I noticed you’ve become a lot more comfortable with your body. Not afraid to show off”

“I don’t fucking show off!” Rian argued. He looked embarrassed because I was right.

“Son, your clothes have gotten tighter, your swimsuit just got smaller.” I pointed to his suit. “And you spend way too much time in front of the mirror. You, my boy, know that you are hot!” I gave him a congratulatory pat on the back. “Welcome to the club.”

Rian looked embarrassed and then surprised. “You think…I’m hot?”

I knew where I could steer this, and he was talking the bait.

I gave him a cocky smile, “Dude, everyone thinks you’re hot. My whole career is about making people hot, so I know it when I see it.”

Rian acted like I just told him he won a million dollars. He was so happy for validation from me.

“You don’t know how much that means coming from you.” He paused. “I guess…I know I’m hot," he admitted, "but I don’t feel so hot when I’m around Deac and the guys. They are all way hotter than me.”

"Hey, hey! What did we just talk about a few minutes ago?" I said sternly. "Rian, no they’re not. You all are attractive in different ways. Deacon is pretty, Tyler is rugged, Brice is surfer boy, Joey is exotic, and you are classically handsome. You guys have all that AND killer physiques that make you the envy of every guy at school. You need to stop caring about what people think.”

“YOU care what people think,” he accused.

I laughed, “You think I care what people think? Fuck that! I worked hard for what I got. I know I look good. And you bet I show it off. I should own stock in compression tights.” I smiled.

“Easy for you to fucking say. You’re YOU! You’re the inspiration for millions of guys out there. Your word is law.”

“Could you tell Deacon that, please? He seems to think I don’t know anything,” I said sarcastically.

Rian’s handsome face became serious. “No, really. You don’t know how much I respect you. I feel so fucking lucky to get to work out with you. I get to hang out with Mark Fucking Stanford! You’re everything I want to be when I get older. I want to be you.” He looked down at the ground shyly. “I want to do what you do. I want to be like you in every way. I would follow you over a fucking cliff.”

I was so flattered. I patted him on the shoulder again. “I know, Rian. I appreciate you. You’re a good kid. With the way you are going, you are going to be just like me. I’m glad you’re my son’s best friend.”

The look on his face was happy because I told him how much I thought of him. The kid basically had hearts in his eyes. He looked at me like I was a god.

“I’m his brother,” Rian said referring to Deacon. “That’s what I think of him,” he admitted to me with a slight tear in his eye. Big, bad Rian was tearing up. I thought I wouldn't never see the day that this kid would show any kind of emotion like this. I decided it was getting too mushy and needed to save him from further embarrassment. Not that I cared but I know his ego was going to suffer when he thought back to this moment.

“Come on, speedo-boy. Let’s hit the pool," I said as I smacked him on the ass again.

“Ow! Dude!" he complained as he rubbed his ass cheek I just spanked. "That is NOT my new nickname,” Rian said with a scowl.

I raised an eyebrow at his demand and sternly replied, “I'll call you anything I want. You’re Speedo-boy to me.”

Rian rolled his eyes. “Fucking great,” he mumbled as I followed him to the patio.

We both lay back on loungers. The sun beat down on us as we chatted about life. I made sure to flex my legs and abs as much as possible when Rian looked my way. The more I did, the more he looked at me like a god.

After a while of bullshitting, Rian sat up in his chair. “Mr. S, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, and stop calling me Mr. S. Just call me Mark,” I said as I adjusted my package.

“Ok, Mark…" he paused, "boy, that’s weird. Deac told me he doesn’t have a mom.”

I was a little taken aback. I wasn’t expecting that. I took a drink from my beer and tried my best to act like I didn’t care.

“He has one,” I said like a throw away statement. “We just don’t acknowledge her.”

“Yeah, I know but how come you never got re-married?”

I felt a twinge in my stomach. There are many ways I can go with this. Should I make something up or should I just tell him the truth and risk the kid freaking out? Fuck it. He’s going to find out someday anyway. It’s not like I can butt-fuck my way around the world without being outed at some point. I’ll do it and take it from there.

I took my sunglasses off and looked at him seriously. “Well, Rian, I trust you can keep it to yourself?”

“Yeah, sure,” Rian said with excitement. He was so happy knowing something about me that no one else did. Well, except for the countless guys I’ve been with over the last seventeen years.

“What I’m about to tell you is something NO ONE knows. Not even Deacon.”

His jaw dropped and I could tell he was having an out of body experience. “Oh, shit. Are you sure you want to tell me?

“I think I can trust you.”

Ok, here goes nothing.

“Rian, I’m gay.”

Rian just stared at me. “What?”

“Yeah. His mother and I had Rian when we were in high school, back when I dated girls to keep up appearances.”

Rian was still as a statue. He searched my eyes for any sign this was a joke. A smile formed on his face and then a hardy laugh erupted from his cute mouth.

“Fuck off! You almost had me for a second.” He sat back on the lounger.

“Rian? I’m not joking. I’m gay." I said with a straight face (no pun intended).

He sat up again. He stared at my face. He sat still, contemplating. “You’re not kidding.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Nope. Not kidding." I said reassuringly.

Again, he was silent. I observed him as his eyes scanned over my body. It seemed like he was making sure it was really me and not some imposter. It also seemed like, because of the way I looked, there is no way I could be gay. Not a stereotypical gay guy. I had deceived him all this time and it was easy. It was the last thing he expected. I hope he didn't resent me for keeping this from him all this time.

“Shit.” He swallowed. “I can’t fucking believe it.”

“It’s true. Hope you’re not freaked out.”

He took a deep breath and blew it out. “How long have you been gay...wait.” He paused and restated. “Did you always know you were gay?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said before taking a swig of beer. "But I just didn't really understand it until I was older. High school. I just knew I liked dudes."

“Does…Deacon know?” He was cute. He asked the question like I told him I had cancer or something.

“I suspect he thinks I’m bi." I shrugged. "I've never came out and said the words but he's a smart kid, He think he just doesn’t care.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he would care either. We’ve got gay friends, so he has no problem with it. It's just more attention for him," he commented with an eye roll.

“That’s my boy,” I said proudly.

Rian was still in shock. He sat there for a long time. Then he blurted out, “God! I can’t believe you’re into dudes.” He rubbed his temples. “It’s hard to wrap my head around.”

“I know. It’s all good. I don’t fit the stereotype, so people are shocked when they find out I like dick.”

Rian raised his eyebrow.

“Oh, sorry,” I chuckled, “I didn’t mean to be so blunt.”

“No, it’s cool.” He smiled uncomfortably. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Rian was quiet for a while. I could see the gears turning in his head as he thought about the new information he’d just received. I’ve been through this a few times with guys that I was trying to bed down. I usually had to make the first move because no one thinks I’m gay.

I knew what he was thinking now. I broke the silence. “You’re picturing me having sex with a dude, aren’t you?” I asked him with a big grin on my face.

He turned to look at me. “What? No,” Rian said. He was blushing and then a long pause. I looked at him with doubt and a smirk. Then he said, “Yeah. I was.”

“It’s ok. Everyone does it. Then they always want to know.”

“Know what?” Rian asked.

“Top or bottom,” I stated. He recoiled a bit. “Which one do you think?" I said teasing him.

Rian chuckled uncomfortably. “I…don’t know…,” Rian stammered, still in shock. “I guess, looking at you, I assume you like to pitch.”

I laughed again, enjoying making the kid feel uncomfortable. “Why? Because I’m a big, tough, masculine, sports guy?” I asked mocking in a gruff voice.

“Well, yeah," he said."

I smiled. “Well, for your information, I like it both ways.”

“You…you do?” he looked shocked, again.

“Yep. It just depends on who I’m with and what the situation is.”

Rian sat dumbfounded. His eyes not sure where to look. He scanned me, looking me up and down, noting my superior musculature and athleticism. It looked like he was waiting for the punchline of a joke, but I knew what he was thinking. He scanned me again, but his brain was somewhere else.

“You’re picturing me with a dude again,” I teased.

Rian flinched. “Ugh, stop doing that!” He threw his head into his hands. “How can I not? In my head, you’re getting butt-fucked by a dude?”

“I’m the one getting fucked?” I asked. I had this killer smile. He knew I was having a good time fucking with him.

He shook his head as he looked down. “Yeah. You said you liked it both ways..” He stopped and shook out his thoughts. “I don’t know, dude,” he said. He was frustrated that I kept reading his mind.

"Was he hot, at least?" I teased with a curious tilt of my head and laughed.

"Of course, he was!” He paused. “Why do you like fucking with me so much?" he asked and then looked at me with wide eyes. "I didn't mean to say your were fucking with me. I mean, I just meant..."

“You are hilarious,” I said with a grin.

“What? Why?”

“You’re just so young and naïve. It’s fun to make you blush. You're an easy target."

“I’m not naïve. I have gay friends. I know how they…do it.”

“Do IT?” I laughed. “What are you? Eight? Do you know how many times I’ve sat with you guys and listened to your brags of sexual escapades with girls? Every sorted, dirty detail right down to how many times you’ve cum. But you can’t say anything about gay sex but “do it?”

Rian rolled his eyes. “That’s not the same. Gay dudes have sex differently. Don’t they?”

“You really think it’s different?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah. You’re two guys. You stick your dicks in each other’s assholes,” he said condescendingly.

I think I have him! I sit up. “Rian, have you never done anal with a girl?”

“Fuck, yeah. But that’s a girl, dude.”

“Why is anal with a girl different with a guy?”

“Because, she’s a girl and you’re a dude!" he said exasperated.

“And we both have buttholes, stupid. I’ve got news for you, son. I’ve had sex with girls. A hole is a hole is a hole. I can tell you with one-hundred-percent certainty that anal with a guy…much better than anal with a girl.”

He studied my face again to see if I was being serious. “Um... how?” he blurted out.

I let out a deep sigh. “Rian, a dude is much tighter than a girl. Yeah, it feels good with a girl but a dude? I’ll tell you why I like it. Because a dude is muscular and ripped, our muscles are harder, tighter. When a dude built like us, you and me, is getting fucked, our muscles flex hard, every muscle. Your asshole is a muscle. It gets smaller and it gets bigger. It’s fucking primal. Two dudes powering through it is the hottest thing ever.”

He shook in head in disbelief. He was quiet.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, You just kept referring to me and you in that scenario.”

“Yeah, because the dudes I like look like you and me.”

“Geez, this is too much. I’m going to wake up and this is going to be a fucking dream.” He sighed and looked at me. “I should have known you were gay. You’re hot, you always look perfect. You’re never with a woman.”

“You should have know I was gay?” I said with a chuckle. “Says the hot muscle boy in the red speedo who always looks perfect and is always primping into a camera. Are you afraid you’re going to turn gay because you look up to me so much? Or are you afraid you ARE gay because you THINK you look up to me but really you’re attracted to me?”

His head snapped to me like I had just read his mind.

“Well, I’m thinking about it NOW!” he said with a look of surprise. "I know when a guy is hot. I notice guys who are muscular and built.” He looked away. “Of course, I think you’re hot. I just thought... well, now I don’t know what I thought.” He threw is face into his palms.

“So, you’ve never ever thought about what it would be like with a dude.”

He shrugged. He looked at me shyly. “I mean, I can’t say never.” He looked nervous as hell.

I perked up. “Yeah? Ok, now we’re being honest. I just came out to you kid, the least you could do is indulge me.” I chuckled.

He looked at me like he was going regret telling me this. “There’s this one dude. He’s really jacked.” He was so nervous that he couldn’t look at me. “I’ve had... dreams about him.”

“What are you doing in this dream?”

“Kissing,” he said quietly. Then I noticed him discreetly thumb his bulge.

“That’s it?” I teased. “Come on, there must have been more.”

He shifted nervously. “There was... stuff.”

“Stuff? Man up, boy. Spill.”

“It’s nothing. We were kissing and then...” In a whisper he said, “He sucked my dick.”

I leaned forward. “Sorry, did you say he sucked your dick?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes. He sucked my dick,” he said throwing his hands up. “Happy?”

“I dunno. Is he hot?” I teased.

“Hottest dude I’ve ever seen.” He was serious.

“Your age?”

He slowly looked at me and shook his head. “Older,” he said quietly.

I sat back in my lounger with a smug look on my face. His head was going to explode. I laughed loudly and patted him on the knee as I stood. “You’re thinking about this way too hard,” I said as fetched two beers from the mini fridge. I handed one to Rian. “Here, you need this. You’re head is going to explode.”

“You’re letting me drink?” Rian said in shock as he reached out for the beer. "Or are you just trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me? he laughed as he popped the top off his beer.

I smirked at him. “Trust me, speedo boy. I don’t need beer for that. If I was taking advantage of you, we’d already be upstairs in my bed.”

Again, that cute and shocked look on his face appeared. “Really?” he asked as if he were dumbfounded.

I sneered at him. “Oh there’s not doubt.” I smirked. “Guys your age are easy.”

"Huh?" he asked confused. ‘Guys my age?”

I guffawed. “What? You think I can’t get guys your age?”

He shook his head. “What? No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t know if you liked guys my age.”

I smiled. “Kid, guys your age are my fucking forte.”

He gulped and he palmed his dick again.

"Shut up and drink," I commanded.

Rian took a big swig from the bottle. I let him get comfortable and enjoy the beer before I continued talking.

“Listen, you can be attracted to a guy and not be completely gay. I have always had a theory that every guy is on a spectrum. Some are completely gay, and some are one-hundred percent straight, but most of us are in the middle. I think if some straight guy in the middle found the right guy, he will fuck around with him. I also think straight guys who workout and try to emulate other men's bodies do it because they unconsciously are sexually attracted to those men and are at least a little bi-curious. They just don't want to admit it. Being curious about what it feels like to be with an attractive, masculine, built guy is ok. You'll either like it or you won't."

He sat there drinking his beer and nodding, showing me he was listening.

"So, you think because I like to workout and look good, and I surround myself with dudes who are hot, that deep down, I'm attracted to them sexually?" he asked, choosing his words carefully to make sure he understood my theory.

"Yeah. I think you got it. Doesn't mean I'm right but in my experience, I'm always right," I said with a wink.

"I need another beer," he said as he got up and grabbed another bottle and, of course, I watched him walk to the fridge. That ass, those hamstrings, that back; it was all too sexy to not steal a glance. At this point, two beers in, I didn't care.

“Are you staring at my ass,” he said with his back to me.

I laughed. “It’s RIGHT THERE.”

He sat back down and threw himself back in the lounger with a frustrated sigh.

"Ok. I need to ask you something. Wait. Hold on," he pointed a finger in the air, the gesture that said, 'hold that thought." He then proceeded to chug the whole beer, slam it down, burp and then got up and got another beer; one for him and one for me. This was beer number three for him.

"I said you can drink. I didn't say you could get drunk," I laughed as we clinked bottles again.

"So, does all this mean that I am attracted... to you?" he asked. "Sexually?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. Are you?"

He studied my face, staring into my eyes. He looked down at his beer and said nothing. His brain must have been on fire. The he looked at me again looking like he was really thinking about something hard. Of course, I knew that look.

“Now, you’re wondering if I think you’re hot,” I said as I took a drink. "Sexually," I added after a nice wet swallow.

He looked over to me, “I said, quit doing that.”

“I’m right, though,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Well, do you?” he asked.

"Mark! Come on, dude. Cut me a fucking break," he pleaded.

I laughed at his frustration. “Rian, read the fucking room. What the fuck do you think?” I asked him.

He ran his hand down his abs and then up and down his baby smooth, tan quad as he flexed it. “I guess I have my answer.”

I shrugged one shoulder as I took another drink. With that he realized he should have known all along that I was sexually attracted to him. Not as a kid but now that he was a man.

“Does it bother you?” I asked.

“It should. I can't imagine you boning dudes who DON'T look like me or my friends."

“Now I have a question. Do you think I’m hot, sexually?”

He froze like a statue.

I smiled and took a drink. “Thought so,” I said with a cocky tone. My dick was hard. It was bulging through the speedo, and I know he saw it.

He looked down at his crotch. “My dick is hard,” he said quietly.

“So is mine.”

“Yeah,” he whispered looking at mine. “This is... unreal.”

“Is it?”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he said in awe.

“No, you are. You came out perfect. Just like I wanted.”

“Huh? You say that like you built me out of Legos.”.

“I molded you but not out of fucking Legos," I said matter of fact.

“Molded?”

I looked at him very seriously and I leaned forward to get his undivided attention. “I’ve molded your body to my specifications. I made you look the way I wanted you look.”

He looked at me with a little bit of 'freak out' in his face.

“I don’t know whether to feel creeped out or honored,” he said with a slight smile.

“Feel honored.”

"I’m fucking honored.”

I continued my intense stare because I was having fun intimidating him. He took another swig and licked his lips. He was starting to really feel the buzz.

“Good.” I shook my head. “God, you get me hard?”

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"Christ, kid. You're sitting in front of me, in nothing but a skimpy speedo in that gorgeous body that I designed for you. What the hell should I be?"

"It's your own fault," he said. "You're too good at what you do. You made me irresistible.” He grinned. “You should have known better.”

Rian downed another beer. His eyes were getting glassy. Drunkenly he asked, “You think a lot of dudes... you know... play around with each other?”

I laughed. "They already have anal sex with girls, there isn’t anything wrong with doing it with a guy," I explained. "I mean a guy you are attracted to. Besides, I would bet you a million dollars that you know more guys that let their girls play with their asses than you would think. Dude, it feels better. Think of it as…bonding.”

“If you say so.”

“Rian, has a girl ever played with your ass?”

He thought about it as he furrowed his brow, giving away his answer.

“Uh, once. It wasn’t a big deal," he told me quickly to make sure I knew nothing really happened.

“Wait," I laughed, "so you’ve never stuck a finger up there while you're jacking it?”

“Uh…No,” he scowled and the asked, “should I have?”

“Dude, everyone does it, but they just don’t talk about it.”

“I know I'm going to regret this, oh wise gay man, but why would I stick a finger in my ass?” he said mockingly, his cute face was contorted in confusion.

“Because it makes you cum gallons!" I exclaimed. "Do you know why gay dudes fuck each other in the ass?”

“No. I don’t. I think we’ve established that.”

“Every guy has a prostate gland inside their ass," I explained, "when you touch that gland, it’s the most amazing feeling you’ll ever have. It feels better than the best blowjob you’ve had or the best cum shot you’ve ever had, combined! If not for that gland, dudes wouldn’t fuck each other.”

“Wait," he said, trying to get my words through is drunk skull. "And girls don’t have that?”

“Nope. It’s just guys.”

“Than why do girls let us do it to them if it doesn’t feel good to them.”

“Because their stupid!” I laughed. “They do it to make YOU happy. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather fuck someone who gets off on it too. It’s much more satisfying knowing the person under you is getting off on it. Next you’re going to tell me you didn’t know that girls HATE giving blow-jobs.”

“They do?” he asked astonished.

“Oh, my.” I patted him on the knee. “So naïve.”

“Fuck you.”

“Rian, guys give better blow jobs anyway. A guy knows what a guy likes. I'm really good at it, if I do say so myself," I bragged.

“Or course, you would be," he said annoyed. "But I guess that makes sense. Do you know straight guys who fuck around with other dudes?”

“Yes. Most of the guys I have sex with,” I slap my knee with a laugh. “Look, I think if the circumstances are right and it’s the right guy, someone they trust, it happens all the time.”

“Do you think any of my buddies are into, you know, butt-sex?”

I chuckled. “I don’t know, Rian. But it wouldn’t surprise me if a couple are.”

Rian was quiet again. Mulling over everything. I handed him another beer, and he chugged it down and then burped.

“Slow down, cowboy,” I said laughing at him.

“This is only my second…"

"Your fourth," I corrected him.

"WAS my fourth. I’m nowhere near drunk.”

He was SO drunk. But I'll let him have his fun. It's been a big day for him.

“Well than, have another,"

“Don’t mind if I do.”

I got up to get it and when I turned, I saw he was watching me. I brought the beer back and handed it to him.

"You were staring at my ass," I said as a matter of fact.

"Why wouldn't I? You've been staring at my ass all afternoon," he waved me off with his hand.

"But I have a good excuse. I'm gay," I reminded him. "What's yours?"

"Fuck, dude. All this talk of you getting fucked, I had to see what the fuss was all about."

"And?" I asked.

"And... nice ass, dude. I get it," he said confidently.

He took a drink before I handed him a bottle of water that I had beside me.

"Drink up, speedo boy. Stay hydrated."

He was silently contemplating what he wanted to ask next. “You got a boyfriend, Marky Mark?”

I laughed at his new nickname for me. “God, no. Who’s got time for that shit?” I complained with a grumpy tone.

“I would think someone like you would be tied down by now. What guy wouldn’t want to be with a dude like you?”

Another positive comment in my direction.

“Trust me, I’ve had a ton of guys try to date me long term. I’ve had a ton of marriage proposals from guys I barely know.”

“Deac could have two dads? That’s so funny!” Rian spit out.

“Who knows. Maybe someday some lucky fuck will put a ring on it.”

“Ok, be honest. You said you like guys my age. Have you or would you fuck any of Deac's friends?”

I almost spit out my beer. I looked at him for a second. Should I be honest? Is this my IN?

“Yes,” I answered tight lipped.

Rian’s eyes got big. “Yes you have or yes you would?”

“Not telling,” I said.

“Come on! Who?”

“I’m not telling you, asshole!”

“Come on! Tell me!” he begged.

“NO! I’m not telling you that.”

Rian threw himself back against the lounger in a pout. “You suck, dude.”

“Yes, I do. And very well,” I bragged.

“Ok, Marky Mark, if you could pick any two of my friends who you think would fuck each other, who do you think it would be?” Rian was slurring and happy. He was a happy drunk. He kept touching my arm. I could tell he would be touchy-feely when he got drunk.

“Easy. Brice and Joey,” I said without having to think about it.

“HA!” Rian bellowed. “Fucking right on! Could totally see them getting on each other. Hey, I once saw them kiss on a dare!”

“Yeah, they’re one beer away from fucking,” I slurred.

“Who would get to be the top…and…who…would get to be the bottom guy?” Rian slurred again.

“Easy. Joey is the top. Brice’s ass is fucking amazing and it's way too tempting and I think Brice would get off on a dude Joey’s size fucking him down. I can tell he has a submissive side.

“You like Brice’s ass!” he laughed, thinking it was hysterical.

"Hell, yes. You don't?" I asked without thinking about it.

"Dude, so hot..." He stopped, thinking about what he just admitted. Rian was quiet for a second and then starting to giggle and then as if he shifted gears, he ignored his last comment. “Yeah. I think he probably fingers himself," his words sloshed around between giggles. Such a funny sound coming from such a big boy.

“Dude. I would too with an ass like that. He at least uses a dildo.”

“HA!” Rian bellowed out again. “Oh, man, you’re right! I bet he has one stashed somewhere.”

“Who doesn't? I do.”

Rian sat up quickly. “You do? You do? Oh, my fucking god, show me!”

“You want me to show you my sex toys?” I asked. This was better than I could have imagined.

“You have toys? Not just dildos?”

“Yeah. A whole box of them," I admitted with a shrug like it was no big deal.

Rian jumped up and grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house. By the time we got to the stairs he was holding my hand. We went to the master bedroom, and I rummaged through a box in my closet. I looked over my shoulder and Rian was flexing in the full-length mirror. The speedo stretched to its limits. I shook my head and smiled. I pulled out the box, took it out and set it on the bed.

Rian quickly opened the box like a kid on Christmas morning and started to dig around. He pulled out vibrators, butt-plugs, dildos, lube, poppers, a harness, a leather mask, electro-stimulators, the whole gambit. I have quite a collection. That’s not counting the locked cabinet in the closet that contains all kinds of leather, rubber, latex. Hmmm, I wonder if my leather harness and leather boy-shorts would fit him?

“You stick these up your butt?” Rian asked while holding up a butt plug.

“Yeah, and other guy’s butts,” I answered as a statement of fact.

"Why?" he asked studying it.

"To loosen your ass so you can get fucked easier," I replied.

He pulled out a small, thin glass-looking dildo. “What’s this?”

“It’s just a smaller dildo. I call it a training dildo. It’s small and smooth so when you lube it, it goes right in. It's more for newbies. It’s not too big and it loosens you up for the real thing.”

“Well, that’s not very big," he mumbled as he held it up to the light.

“No, but the first time you do it, it may seem big.”

He played with the glass dildo, rolling it around in his hand. He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. Then he looked directly at me, as if sizing me up. Then he looked down at the dildo again. He took a huge swig of his beer, drank it down, tossed the empty bottle off to the side.

“I want to try it.”

“Try what?” I asked.

“Putting this up my ass.”

This time I flinched. “You do?”

“Yeah.” He sized me up again. “If you can do it, then I can do it,” he said with a cocky sneer. "I want to be like you."

“You’re sure?”

"Yes. Surer than I've ever been about anything," he said, his eyes glassy.

"Sure about getting fucked or being like me? Because, Rian, I like getting fucked."

He was silent for a few seconds and then nodded his head.

“Both. Teach me,” he said. "If you do it, I do it."

Fuck, this was going better than I thought it would. Fuck yeah, I’m going to teach him.

I held his big, hard shoulders and said, “This does NOT get back to Deacon. Understand?”

“I’m not fucking telling Deac I stuck a dildo up my ass, fool!” He scoffed.

“I’m just saying. You get a little Chatty-Kathy when you’re drunk," I said with a wink.

“Fuck off and help me get this in my ass.”

I shrugged and decided to get to work. “Ok. First, take off your suit and hop up on the bed. On your back.”

He slid his suit off, having problems pushing it down over his quads. It snapped off his feet and he threw it in the corner with the beer bottle.

“Roger that,” he said with a salute. He was so drunk.

He climbed onto the bed, flopped over on his back, resting his head on the pillow.

“Ok, bend your knees and spread them open.”

He opened his smooth, shaved legs and I was elated to see a nice clean, shaved hole. I had all the guys shave-down. It just looked better and detailed the muscles better. I didn’t know if all the boys shaved their holes, though but I was glad Rian did.

“This is so weird,” he said as he stared up at the ceiling.

“You wanted to do it,” I reminded him.

“I mean, it’s weird having you do this with me. You’re like a dad to me.”

“I’m also a gay dude who has seen it all. I've been lusting after you for a year. Trust me when I say, you look amazing.”

“Aww, thanks, big guy,” Rian teased.

“Now, I’m going to lube this up and hand it to you. You’re going to just rub it around your hole. Don’t push. Just get it nice and wet. You want to get as much lube on that hole as possible.”

He did as I told him. Reaching between his knees until the dildo touched his hole.

“Ewe, cold!”

“Yeah, it is. Just swirl it around.”

Rian swirled the tip around on his hole. Giggling at times because the coldness of the lube was tickling him.

“Ok, now the tricky part. I want you to start pushing it in but just little tiny increments at a time. You just want to loosen up that ring.”

He slowly pushed it in and out in very quickly jabs. He winced in pain.

“Slowly, tough guy.”

He changed his rhythm and slowed it down. He pushed it until the tip broke through. Rian yelled out and then expelled it. He was breathing in and out in hisses.

“Oh, my fucking god that hurt! How do you do it? Oh, shit!”

I thought about his question and decided there was only one thing to do next.

“You know what? I’ll show you how I do it.”

I took a different, bigger dildo and climbed up on the bed next to him. I lubed it up and spread my legs. Rian came up on one elbow to watch.

“Great. Now, I’m watching my best friend’s dad fuck himself with a dildo. What a great way to spend an afternoon.”

I laughed before I put the dildo to my hole. I corkscrewed the tip in and slowly pushed it in. I pulled it out briefly as it had been a while since I’ve stuck anything up there. I pushed back in, and I let out a loud, deep sigh as it went in to the hilt.

“What the fuck?” Rian gasped. “Oh, my god! Dude, you took that whole thing!”

“Yeah, I know. I put it there,” I stated the obvious with grunts.

I took a few breaths and slowly pulled it out to the tip and then pushed it back in. Rian sat there amazed. He watched in awe as I began to pick up the pace and fucked myself.

When I had a good rhythm going and I felt the dildo hit my button, Rian knew right away because I yelled out, my eyes rolled up in my head, my mouth gaped, and I pounded myself harder. My dick became fully erect. I no longer was aware of Rian because I was getting off on myself. I kept imagining the last time I got railed by a dude. Railed by a client. How he took me by force in his hotel room. How he fucked me in every position, in every corner of that room. Then I heard Rian gasp. Then suddenly it was him I was picturing. I fucking wanted that hot kid. I opened my eyes and looked directly into his. His eyes locked with mine as I straightened my legs and lifted them up off the mattress and into the air. I jacked my cock while looking at him. I couldn’t hold back, and I blew a load all over my chest and face.

“Whoa! Mark! Holy crap! You just came buckets!” Rian exclaimed in amazement.

Rian suddenly flopped back down, grabbed another big dildo, lubed it up, spread his legs wide and put the tip to his hole. “I’m doing this.”

I saw that look I see all the time in the gym. That look of determination. That focused look he got when he was reaching for that last rep. I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass and came up on my knees in front of him. He was slowly corkscrewing the tip until it popped in. He stopped and took a breath.

“Stop. Wait,” I told him. I reached for a bottle of poppers. I but the bottle under his nostril and told him to breath in. He didn’t question me. When he did, I watched his eyes get big and he let out a huge gasp.

“FUUUUCK! Oh my god,” he said sounding stoned.

“Good boy. You got this," I encouraged him.

He looked at me when I said he was a good boy. His eyes found mine. He loved it.

I bored holes with my eyes into his. “Good boy. Make me proud.”

He kept the eye contact, took a deep breath, pushed and it sank in.“OH! MY! FUCKING! GOD!” he screamed at the top of his lungs as he looked at me for guidance.

“Leave it there! Breathe. Breathe,” I said as I rubbed his knee.

He took quick breaths. His forearms flexed and his abs tightened as he slowly pulled the rubber dildo out to the tip.

“Hurts,” he told me in a small voice.

“I know, I know. It won’t soon. Slowly, now.”

He pushed it back in and stopped. Then he pulled it back to the tip and stopped.

“Good boy. You’re doing great, Rian. I know you can do it. Don't be a little bitch. Just work through it."

He smiled at me; his eyes still locked on mine. His rhythm picked up and then suddenly his legs tightened, straightened, lifted into the air. He had hit his button. He let out a silent scream, all air. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes almost bugged out.

“Found it, didn’t you?” I asked proudly.

He just nodded his head as he see-sawed his way in and out. Every time he hit the button his cock got harder and harder. His cock grew and grew until it hit full-mast, a good seven to eight-inches.

“Good boy. You’re fucking amazing, son. Fucking amazing. Rian, you’re the hottest guy I know. You know that?”

He nodded again and started to fuck harder. Then his whole body became rigid, he screamed as volleys of cum shot past his head and on to the headboard. He shot three times.

I ran my fingers through his thick, sweaty hair, comforting him. Pushing it away from his forehead. His body went slack and then the dildo slid its way out of his tight, smooth hole.

“FUCK! Oh, shit. Oh, my god. I did it! I DID IT!” he yelled out. Fucking so proud of himself.

“Yeah, you did. I knew you could do it. That’s my boy,” I said as I slapped him on the chest. "You're my boy."

He smiled at me. He wanted to make me proud, and he had. He wanted to prove to me that he could do anything I could do.

“I want to do it again,” he said, out of breath.

“What?”

“I want to do it again.”

“Uh, I think you should take a break before you do that again. Let your hole get rest, dude.”

He thought for a second. “You’re right. Where’s my beer?”

“Maybe we should take a rest on the beer too.” I moved the last bottle out of his reach. “I lost count of how many you’ve put away.” He must have grabbed a fucking sixer or something on our way up.

“Hey! Don’t worry about me, DAD. I’m just fine,” Rian taunted.

“You are too funny,” I smirked, loving how silly this kid got when he drank.

“YOU’RE funny!” he retorted.

“Good comeback," I teased.

“What? Why am I funny?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because an hour ago, you were just laying around the pool, hanging out, minding your own business. An hour later, you’re naked with your best friend’s dad, fucking yourself with a dildo. That’s quite a turn of events.”

“Yeah. It is quite the turn. But like you said before, maybe I wanted this to happen.”

I looked down at him and nodded my head.“Fair, enough.”

Rian suddenly reached for the dildo again.

“Ok, rest time is over, dad. I’m a go for launch,” Rian announced. The way he said dad was a throw away comment. There was condescension in his voice. However, it made me fucking horny as hell and I don't know why.

I smirked. “You should know it just turns me on more when you call me dad,” I said with a flirtatious tone.

Rian raised an eyebrow, he grinned and then in an equally flirtatious tone, “It does, huh?” he asked as he slowly pushed the dildo into between his spread legs and tapped the entrance to his hole. “It kinda turns me on knowing I turn YOU on…” He paused as he pushed the dildo in, his eyes closed a second, reveling in the new sensation, and then opened them and stared into my eyes. “…DAD,” he finished the sentence.

I gave him a warning look with my eyes. “Seriously, you need to stop doing that.”

Rian grinned again, a big gleaming white smile. He loved that he was fucking with my head. It made him feel powerful knowing he had this effect on me. He slowly jacked his hard cock as he took the big dildo in and then out, deeper, and deeper, faster and faster, all the while holding defiant eye contact with me.

“Whatever, DAD,” Rian said sarcastically. “What are you going to do about it, DAD?” he challenged.

“Do you want to see what I can do to you, SON?” I threatened knowing it was only making him hotter.

“I’d like to see you try, old man,” Rian smirked as he pulled the dildo out. He reached over next to him and grabbed the bigger dildo I had used. He poured lube on it and pushed it slowly into his ass. Once all nine inches of it was in, his head fell back, his mouth fell open, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he let loose a deep heavy sexy sigh.

I about shit myself sitting next to this stud, watching as the kid took the fat dildo in one deep dive. I watched his body stiffen, his young muscles flex, the definition in every muscle popped, the boy’s brick-wall abs tightened as the kid pulled the dildo out to the head and slowly pushed back in again. When he hit rock bottom, he let out another sensual sigh. I inched closer to Rian as he became more intense in his fucking. I lay my hand on Rian’s quad, feeling the muscles contract with every thrust.

Rian eventually opened his eyes and looked at me with an intense passionate stare. He gritted his teeth and fucked himself harder with the phallus. He stroked his cock faster as he continued his onslaught on his own hole. “Dad?” he taunted me. "Dad? I'm just like you."

He stared into my eyes and then a cocky smile appeared on his face. The look was one of one-upmanship. He showed me that he could fuck himself just as well as I could. And he did it knowing he was making this older, muscular father of his best friend, want him even more. He knew I would love nothing better than to have my way with him. This was power for him. The power his body had over another man. A man who was more superior. A man who had more experience. A man who was his mentor. A man who was like a father to him. A man he saw as a god. The tall, handsome man with the jacked body, the authoritative stance, the no nonsense attitude, the ultimate Alpha wanted him. He was taking a fat dildo in his ass; he could handle a real one. If he had too.

I knew exactly what the hot, muscle-boy was thinking. I could see it in his expression on his face and the way he was fucking himself, slowly and sensually, calling me daddy. He was begging for me to try and take what I wanted. This straight, masculine, bad-ass kid was challenging me to take him on.

I reached down and took Rian’s hand off the dildo and took over. I pulled it out slowly and then slid it back in. I angled it so it would massage the kid’s prostate more than it was before. Rian put one arm behind his head and watched as I fucked him with his dildo. He was so proud of himself. Proud that he could perform this act just as well without any prior experience. He spread his legs out wider. I was impressed with Rian’s flexibility. Rian watched my sinewy forearms flex and my bicep bulge with every push I made with the dildo.

Slowly and quietly, I climbed in between Rian’s spread legs. I settled between them on my knees as I continued the slow love making with the sex toy. Rian moaned softly. I ran my other hand up over Rian’s hard abs. I scooted closer as I fucked the kid, Rian’s legs spread a little wider.

I couldn’t take this kind of temptation any longer. My laser focus into Rian’s eyes showed the hot kid that things were about to get serious.

“You asked me earlier about who I would fuck out of all five of you.” I said with a rough, throaty voice. My tone was obvious to Rian. It was an accusation, not a question.

Rian opened his eyes wide.

I pulled the dildo completely out of Rian’s hole making the boy gasp at the sudden emptiness. “YOU!” I growled as I thrust myself forward, stabbing my hard cock into Rian’s hole, while at the same time, grabbing the kid’s legs, throwing them over my shoulders and flinging myself down onto Rian’s heaving chest.

Rian was stunned. He thought he might end up with a dick in his ass but not like this. He screamed at the sudden intrusion. He looked up and saw me; handsome, the seriously intense face of his mentor, nose to nose. He could see his own knees pressing against the sides of my head as I fucked him. Rian placed his hands on top of my thighs to try to slow my thrusts. I slowed to a stop. I didn’t want to kill the kid. I just wanted to show him his place.

“Breathe,” I commanded.

“Fuck you,” Rian responded with a struggling voice.

“I said, breathe, BOY!”

Rian’s face was beet-red. His eyes were fiery. He had been taken down and he knew it. He was humiliated and he hated to be humiliated. He wasn’t in pain as much as he was in destress. He was trapped under this big, broad man with his dick in his ass. He knew he asked for it. He knew he was egging me on, drunk with power that he thought he had over the me. It was the pain of regret and the knowledge that he had just been taken down like a bitch.

“I am fucking breathing!” Rian spat.

“Good boy,” I said proudly. Rian got a sudden tinge of satisfaction as being called a good boy.

I slowly began to fuck the cocky, conceited kid once again. Rian calmed himself and his hands went from pushing away to feeling my hip flexors work. He marveled at how powerful they felt, hard and solid. He realized that the man inside him was the kind of man he would want inside him. A man who knew him. A man who understood him. A man who he could make proud. He had made me proud in the gym, on the field. Now he made me proud because he was satisfying me with his body. The body that the I molded and shaped for my own pleasure. He looked up into my eyes and felt a rush of adrenaline as he felt an overwhelming need to sexually satisfy me. He wanted to satisfy me better than any other man had. He wanted to show me that he was a better bottom than any that came before him. He reveled in the hope that I would use him and mark him and explode with pride at how well Rian took my fuck. A fuck only worthy of the best. Rian was the best.

“You wanted this,” I hissed.

Rian nodded his head, his lips sealed shut.

“This was inevitable,” I hissed again.

Rian nodded again with a meek, “uh huh.”

“You know this is not going to end?”

Rian’s eyes were wet. His dick was rock hard. He watched my thick neck muscles throb. He didn’t answer the question, but his eyes did.

“This here, you and I, this is just the start, baby boy.”

I could tell Rian’s brain was working overtime trying to contemplate what this all meant. He was both scared and turned on when he heard me call him baby boy.

“Your best friend’s dad is inside you, baby boy,” I whispered into Rian’s ear. “He’s inside you and he’s never letting go. I made you what you are. I made you the way I wanted you to be. I made you to fit me.”

Rian lay still and listened to me whisper his future into his ear. He listened to the me tell him what his role would be. He realized he was a pawn in me sexual fantasy. A fantasy that came true for me. He blissfully took advantage of the help and training I gave him. He took advantage of my knowledge and the one-on-one time with his idol thinking it was just for his own betterment. But now he knew it was for MY betterment too

I kissed Rian’s ear and then his neck, his chin. Rian looked up at me, realizing what was about to happen. He’d never kissed a dude. A dude was about to kiss him. But then he remembered that same dude has his dick up his ass. He’d gone this far. If it made me happy than he was about to give me the best kiss he’d ever had. He felt my lips graze his, he felt the warm breath and the roughness of my beard. I came in again and stopped.

“Kiss me,” I commanded.

Rian was ready for the kiss, and it didn’t happen. He was confused and it showed on his face.

“No. YOU kiss ME,” I commanded again. This time I was saying Rian had to instigate the kiss. This was another way to make Rian feel dominated. He had never thought about kissing a guy before so, obviously, he wasn’t going to start one. By me making him instigate the kiss, I was showing him he had no more power.

Rian raised is head, put his lips to mine and we kissed. Slow at first, then deep. Tongues sliding in and out. Soon, we tried to devour the other. Rian had never had a better kiss. I was rough and dominating in a way he had never felt with a girl. The kissing was so good, he almost forgot that he was being fucked at the same time.

I broke the kiss and smiled a cocky smile. “You like my cock inside you, Rian?”

Rian nodded his head.

“Tell me you like it.”

“I like it.”

“Tell me why you like it.”

“I like it because it’s yours.”

“You feel worthy," I stated.

“Yes. I feel worthy.”

“Why do you feel worthy?”

"You picked me. Any guy would be stupid to not want to be with you.”

“You’re a beautiful boy, Rian.”

“Thank you, Mark. You feel so good inside me. I never imagined it could feel this way,” the boy panted.

“I know. I want to make my beautiful boy feel good.”

“I do. I just want to make YOU feel good.”

We kissed again. I was long-dicking the hard, muscular ass under me.

“I’m fucking you, Rian. I’m fucking you deep,” I growled.

Rian bit his lower lip and marveled at the man above him. The man he envied, the man he saw as a god. The man who helped make him the man he is today. The man who molded him and made his body a shrine. He was giving in to this man, his best friend’s dad. How could he have missed this? He wanted it the whole time, but he was too dumb to realize it. This great man was taking him as his own. The power he felt exuding from Mark’s body was flowing into him. I felt worthy of Mark’s cock. No other man could make him feel this way.

 “You have another man’s cock inside your ass, Rian. You are on your back, legs up, like some bitch, taking a thick cock up your chute. This is a little gay, don’t you think?” I taunted as I slowly slid my dick in his big, round ass. "But you fucking like it."

Rian listened and I could tell he was conflicted about what I just told him. Was he gay?  What would Deacon say if he saw you like this? His big, cocky, stud buddy bitching out for his dad.”

I was fucking with him a little bit. I wanted him to know where his place was. I’m domineering and I wanted him to question himself just a little bit. Rian was confused. Until now, he was too distracted to think about what his friends would say about him getting boned by a gay guy. He now noticed how he was positioned, how he must look, how this is a position that girls like to be in when he fucked them. He became self-conscious of how he was presenting himself. He had his legs up, taking cock up his ass from another guy. What does this make him? Gay? Bi?

I smirked. “All your buddies will find out you’re a boy-toy for an older man. What if they walked in, right now, and saw your plump juicy ass in the air getting fucked like you fuck your whore girlfriends? They may not see you as an equal anymore.”

Rian couldn’t figure out why I was being so cruel. It was fucking with his head. He was so turned on to know Mark found him fuckable. Now, he was feeling used and degraded.

I slid in again and stayed there. Gyrating my hips slowly to make him feel me inside him, owning him. I had to set him straight and tell him how it is going to be. He’s mine.

“Listen to me. I turned you. I’m sorry but you’re a weak-minded boy. Now, you’re a smooth, tight, hot, fuck hole. You’re a beautiful boy-hole to hold my cum. I am going to fuck your beautiful body as much as I can. You exist for me.”

Rian had tears in his eyes. He knew what I said was true. He had easily been manipulated into getting fucked by a guy. He was blinded by the power and beauty of the man inside him. If I could get to him like this, then why not other guys like me? He was afraid he would feel like this every time he was around a man like me. It scared him. He saw himself as less than. He felt like his masculinity was in question. He knew he looked masculine, acted masculine. Would he start acting stereotypical gay now? Is that what Mark wants, he’s thinking? That answer is hell no, but I do want him to take cock like one. Rian will start to see himself as a muscular, smooth, hard bodied, handsome, tight assed hole to whore himself to me.

“I’m going to cum inside you, now, baby boy. You accept this into your gut and hold it there. Hold it there and know that I’m a part of you, now. You have another man’s cum inside you and you like it. You like it because it’s mine. You like it because it’s the cum that made Deacon. You will truly be like brothers now.”

Rian’s face was full of panic. He didn’t want a gut full of cum. He didn’t want to know that he might have the same DNA inside him that made his best friend. He put his hands on my chest and tried to push me back. He struggled but I pushed back. When that didn’t work, Rian pushed on my hip bones hoping to expel my cock from his ass. I was stronger.

“Where are you going, baby boy? Don’t you want my boys in your gut?”

“No. Please, don’t cum in me, Mark. Please, don’t,” Rian whimpered. He was petrified at the thought of another dude actually cumming inside him. This can’t be happening. Not to a stud like him. Guys like him didn’t get taken down like this.

“Sorry, muscle boy. You don’t have a choice,” I growled as I slammed in hard. Rian grunted. I threw back my head and howled as I unloaded a couple of day’s worth of cum up into the muscle-boy’s ass.

Rian felt my cock expand inside him and the warm liquid shoot into his hole. He felt the cock inside him pulse, shooting more cum with each expansion. It was done. I had cum inside his ass. He had another man’s sperm shot into his gut. He would never be the same again. He wouldn’t be able to look Deacon in the eye ever again.

I eased myself down onto Rian’s chest, my cock still inside the kid. I took that gorgeous boy’s face in my hands and inched my face close to his.

“Sorry, for that, stud. It had to be done to show you you’re place,” I whispered.

“I asked you not to. You did it anyway?” Rian’s voice quivered.

“It’s not for you to ask. It’s for you to obey,” I said condescendingly. “Now, kiss me.”

Rian looked up at me. He looked up at the man who just took his anal virginity. The man who mentors him and nurtured him. He made no effort to kiss me.

I saw the hesitation in the kid’s eyes. Rian still didn’t understand that everything is different now. I removed my hands from the handsome face and returned one hand to Rian’s jaw and squeezed.

“I said, kiss me,” I snarled at the boy.

Rian felt the cock inside begin to harden. It felt good to him, and he started to get hard again the more he thought about who’s cock was inside him.

I gyrated my hips causing my cock to hit all the right spots inside his tight ass. Rian closed his eyes and reveled in the pleasure. Not so much the pleasure of a big cock inside him, but the pleasure of knowing it was mine. He saw my stern face and did not like to think he was making the me angry. He felt like a failure when I became angry with him. He couldn’t take the look of disappointment on face. He wanted me to forgive him. He wanted me to continue to be attracted to him. What was he if he wasn’t attractive to the me? He was nothing without me. If I wanted him to kiss me, then he had to.

Rian raised his head and met me in a deep sensual kiss. I sucked on Rian’s tongue, driving the kid crazy. We kissed with passion and lust.

I released him from the kiss. “Good boy. You’re my good boy, my big stud boy.”

“I’m sorry,” Rian said. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”

“I know you’re sorry, baby boy. I know.” I kissed him again as I slowly made love to the boy. “I know you won’t do it again. Will you?”

Rian shook his head, “No... dad."

“Good boy, handsome.”

Rian wrapped his ankles around my waist and let me do my thing. Ryan thought, “Mark was so handsome, so gorgeous, so masculine, so powerful. He wanted to share that power, at least be the recipient of that power in the form of the man’s cum.” He thought he could feel the Alpha cum spreading through his body, making him more strong, more muscular, more attractive and he wanted more. He suddenly didn’t care what Deacon would think about him being his dad’s fuck-toy. Their buddies could go fuck themselves if they didn’t like it.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Rian. I’ve watched you, wanted you, lusted after you for a year. You’re perfect. You’re perfect because of me. You’re my creation. Do you understand you are nothing without me?”

“Yes, dad. I understand.”

“Good boy. I’m going to cum inside you again and I want you to feel the honor of having it there.”

Rian nodded his head, settled in to receive the gift.

I fucked Rian twice more that afternoon. Rian carried my four loads inside his belly and was so proud to do so. He now looked at me with newfound love and admiration.

Rian slowly fell asleep in my big strong arms. He awoke in a couple of hours later when he felt something warm and wet on his cock and a finger poking around his asshole. I was sucking his dick and fingering his muscle-hole.

Rian moaned and ran his fingers through my thick hair as I bobbed down on the kid’s cock.

I sat up and smiled, “Hey, sleepy head. I couldn’t wait. I had to taste you.”

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s a nice fucking way to wake up,” Rian said as he stretched his arms out behind him and then brought them back down and placed them on his abs. “Fuck me, dad?”

“You bet, handsome. You know what?”

“What?”

“I’m going to fuck your jock pussy . I’m going to feed you my cock, listen to your moans and screams. I’m going to cum in your pussy until I’m done.”

Rian was so turned on. “Fuucck!”

I knew he was going to respond that way. “Your muscle pussy is mine, now. You know that don’t you. Your hole is a hot, muscle pussy.”

Rian knew he shouldn't like to have his ass referred to as a pussy but having this big, dominate, beautiful man refer to him as such, it only made it hotter.

Rian’s cock jerked. “Yeah, dad! Fuck my muscle pussy. Knock me up!”

It was then that we heard the front door open. Mark looked at the clock in confusion. Who could that be?

“Dad! I’m home early!”

“Oh, shit!” they said in unison.