Previously:
Tyler stopped by a bar on the way home to grab a drink and steady his mind. He hated how much he enjoyed the feeling of Rob’s body pressed against his back. He hated how his own dick got hard from the sensation of Rob’s drooling cock sliding against his body. He hated how he came so hard with Rob’s finger in his ass. Most of all, he hated how much he loved every bit of it. Tyler looked around the room. Maybe he should pick up some twink and give himself a reassurance fuck. Looking at the bottom of his empty glass, he thought better of it. Tyler went home alone, frustrated and a little unsure. Feelings he hadn’t wrestled with in a while.
Jason’s Saturday workout was intense. He poured every bit of sexual frustration into building his body. The sweat and strain and pounding heart were no substitute for an orgasm, let alone a good pounding from a big cock, but they did refocus and calm his mind a bit. Jason had become more comfortable in the shower. He still hid his locked dick, but he was able to be more casual about it now.
His muscles still pumped, Jason wrapped himself in a towel and turned to exit the shower. Frank was waiting for him. “Hey, buddy.” Frank grinned, looking Jason’s body over. “You were on fire out there!” He reached up and briefly gripped Jason’s left pec. “Your new discipline is paying off.”
Jason’s dick flinched in its cage from the physical contact and the reference to his situation. His eyes darted down to the man’s crotch. The white briefs did little to hide the outline of the massive meat inside them. “Thanks, Frank.” Now, all Jason could think about was the tasty thick cock behind that thin material.
Frank recognized the ravenous look in Jason’s eyes. “You OK, buddy?” A big smile grew on his face. “Let me help you out. The usual spot?” He glared into the hungry cocksucker’s eyes.
Jason took in the suddenly commanding look on Frank’s face and looked away as he nodded in agreement. He was ashamed of how the humiliation of not having the power to say no just made his dick ache even more for the man. It was just another reminder he’d never be able to return to being the man he once thought he was. Jason quickly returned to his locker and dressed.
Frank met Jason in the parking lot. Once the men were inside Jason’s car, he reached over to unzip Frank’s pants, but the man grabbed his hand. “You know, it’s been so long since I’ve had my dick in an ass like yours.”
Jason’s head quickly snapped up from Frank’s crotch to his face. “What?”
“And I was thinking, we’ve become pretty good friends, but I haven’t seen your place.”
Jason understood the implication. He nodded. “Would you like to come over now?” His voice was timid.
A big grin crept over Frank’s face. “Now?” He feigned delighted surprise. “Well, I’m free.” He paused, as if considering the offer. “Sure! I could stop by for a bit!”
Jason withdrew his hand. His voice was almost a whisper now. “OK. Do you want to ride with me?”
Frank simply nodded, pulling Jason’s hand back to the now expanded bulge between his legs.
Jason drove home with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on Frank. His mind was spinning with conflicting thoughts of excitement, embarrassment, and submission. By the time the car settled into his parking spot, the emotions had melded into a feeling of decidedly eager compliance. This was right. The more Jason understood that, the more he could enjoy what came next.
As soon as the door to Jason’s condo closed behind the pair, Frank grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in for a kiss. The boy was caught by surprise, but he quickly responded to the affection. Jason could feel Frank’s growing cock pressed against him. He moaned in Frank’s mouth as their tongues swirled around each other.
Frank pulled away, gripping Jason’s muscular arms. “You are a pretty one.” He smiled that friendly smile Jason had come to know. “Now get that pretty mouth on my dick.”
Jason was a little taken aback by Frank’s shift in tone, but he didn’t make the man wait. He quickly dropped to his knees and fumbled with the button on Frank’s pants. The bulge behind them appeared ready to burst through the fabric. Sliding Frank’s pants and underwear down his legs together, Jason’s eyes widened in awe as the giant beast of a cock sprang out. Not waiting for any further coaxing, Jason devoured the monster. His own little nub ached in its cage while he worshiped the superior cock in front of him.
Frank looked down approvingly, allowing the eager cocksucker to do his work. He occasionally ran his hand through the boy’s hair or rested it on his shoulder, but there was no need to force it. Jason was skillfully taking his cock deep. Frank noted that so much more of it fit down the slut’s throat now than the first time he’d allowed Jason to suck him. After some time, he decided to fit all of himself in. Cupping the back of Jason’s head, he pulled the boy in until his nose was mashed against his body.
Almost immediately, Jason began to gag and flail. What he didn’t do was fight. He took every inch of Frank’s cock down his throat. He couldn’t breathe, but he calmed himself. This is what he was made for. He longed to be the best he could be. He didn’t dare pull away. The taste of Frank’s cock mixed with his own saliva. Much of it spewed out despite the tight grip of his lips around the impossibly thick meat. Precum and slime covered Frank and ricocheted back onto Jason’s face, mixing with the water pouring from his reddened eyes and the mucus draining from his nose. He was quickly becoming a mess. But none of that mattered. If anything, he wore it as a badge to display his dedication to his duty. Jason felt overwhelmed by his need to satisfy.
Frank pulled out just long enough for Jason to get a sip of air, before plunging back into his throat, balls deep. There, he ground himself in, relishing in the rare feeling of having his entire manhood enveloped by an eager slut. He repeated the process over and over. Eventually, his movements took on a rhythm, turning to fucking.
The slime from Jason’s throat that decorated his face now covered his own shirt. Even his hair was matted to the front and sides of his face in places from the smearing of his own juices. His eyes were now closed and covered in a thick layer of it. Still, he didn’t resist. His gurgling and heaving were an offering to Frank’s superior cock.
Finally, Frank stepped back, pulling himself free of Jason’s throat. A river of spit and slime poured down the cocksucker’s chin and onto his clothing. His eyes and face were red as he gasped for the air he’d been deprived of for what seemed like hours. Jason’s head was cloudy with lust and submission.
“Get those clothes off, boy.” Frank dropped all efforts to maintain a friendly facade now. His animalistic needs were taking over.
Jason hurriedly stripped himself naked, remaining on his knees. Still gasping, he looked up at Frank through blurry eyes. His own spit dripped from his hair and face. No trace of his old self remained. The caged nub between his legs ached for release, but all he could think about was earning Frank’s beast deep inside him.
Frank walked around behind Jason and pushed his face to the floor. The eager slut’s ass now pointed up at him. He pressed the head of his cock against the puckered hole. He held it there, looking down at his prey. “Tell me what you need, boy.
Jason’s voice now whined in the way only a crazed whore can sound. “I need you to fuck me, Sir!” His words were shaky and desperate. “Please!” He pushed back against Frank’s throbbing cock. “Please fuck me!” Jason was almost screaming now.
Frank shook his head in disbelief. “That boy really did a number on you, Jason. I’ll have to thank him.”
Jason wanted to tell Frank that Tyler was no boy. He wanted to defend the stud who turned him into an insatiable bottom. But he dared not question the man whose throbbing meat was pressed against his hungry hole. Instead, he wiggled his ass, feeling the head rub against his sensitive entrance.
Frank chuckled. “What a whore.”
“Yes! I’m a whore! Please! I need it!” Jason would do anything to get Frank’s cock inside him now.
He didn’t have to wait any longer. Frank pushed forward, spearing Jason. The muscle boy cried out. This was the thickest cock Jason had the honor of receiving. A searing pain radiated through his body. He was stretched to his limit around it. He reached back and gripped the sides of Frank’s thighs, pulling him deeper. The only thing greater than the pain was the utter relief of finally being filled. Frank’s beast was extinguishing a fire inside Jason. As it dug deeper into the boy’s guts, it scraped along the greedy walls of Jason’s newfound sex organ.
“Oh, god! Yes! Thank you!” The side of Jason’s face was pressed firmly against his living room rug now. He grabbed his own ass cheeks and spread them. Jason needed to feel every inch of Frank inside him.
Frank took the slut’s actions as a sign to press forward. There appeared to be no need to be concerned with mercy. The boy’s hole needed taming. He slammed his remaining inches inside, eliciting a scream from Jason. He then leaned forward and pressed his hand against the upturned side of Jason’s face, holding him in place. Slowly, he dragged his monster almost free of Jason’s body, and then held it.
Jason’s body flexed. He whimpered in anticipation. His face was mashed into the carpet, His body open to the imminent attack
Frank grunted and slammed full force into Jason. Another scream. Pulling back, he did not wait. He slammed in again. Then again and again. Each thrust received a horrifyingly loud howl in gratitude. Jason’s face scraped ever so slightly forward against his rug with every impact. His loosened gash was throbbing from the unrelenting pounding. But he felt release. This is what he craved. This was the only thing that could satisfy him. He squeezed his eyelids closed and prayed for more.
Frank’s brutal invasion began to settle into a steady bombardment. His cock pulled six, sometimes eight, inches out of Jason’s tortured hole, before slamming back inside. He grunted with every thrust, in time with Jason’s whimpers.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Both men froze. “I think we disturbed the neighbors.” Frank sounded amused. He reluctantly pulled free of Jason and strolled to the door, his massive wet cock waving in front of him. A quick glance through the peephole made him laugh and he swung the door open.
Tyler stepped inside and surveyed the situation. Frank, in full arousal, stood before him panting. Further into the condo, Jason’s body was folded, ass up, his hole agape. “Don’t let me stop you.” He let the door close behind him and crossed his arms, waiting for the show to resume.
Frank needed no further permission. He closed the gap between himself and Jason and unceremoniously dove back inside. Jason and Tyler locked eyes. The young stud watched his latest conquest eagerly accept one of the largest cocks Tyler had ever seen, and the broken beast stared back in lust and gratitude.
The fucking went on for a few minutes before Tyler began to undress. Naked, he made his way over to Jason and lifted him to all fours by his hair. He noted the rash on the side of the boy’s face, and smiled. The knowledge that he’d been fucked across the carpet just made the whole scene more primal and thrilling. Jason’s mouth hung open, ready to receive. Tyler pushed himself inside and winked at Frank.
The older man was now thrusting and sweating. He was thoroughly enjoying the muscle boy’s beautiful body and gaping hole. Until very recently, he would never have imagined Jason as anything other than a brutal top. Now, Frank was fucking into the slut like he was a life-long bottom.
Tyler matched Frank’s rhythm, stabbing deep into Jason’s throat. He was impressed with how well the cocksucker accepted him. There was very little gagging or mess. The young stud smiled at Frank. “He’s a real eager slut, huh?”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Frank was being honest. “He’s been taking it like a champ.” A big smile crossed his face. “And the way he begged for it! You should have heard him. Such a whore.”
Jason’s face and chest burned bright red with embarrassment, but a strange sense of pride rose up from inside him. They spoke about him like he was just a pair of holes, but what struck him was how impressed Frank was with his abilities. Jason knew what he was now, and he wanted to be the best. Even if that meant being the best whore Frank ever had the pleasure of burying his giant beast in.
Jason’s muffled groans and gags could barely be heard above the slamming of flesh against flesh. His body ached from holding himself in position for the two cocks that were battering his holes. Jason’s own useless locked dick was straining against its cage and threatening to blow. The giant cock destroying his insides was pressed tightly against his prostate. The men noticed his increased enthusiasm as his orgasm drew nearer.
“Watch this! This slut’s gonna pop his nut handsfree.” Tyler was excited to show Frank Jason’s new trick.
Frank began to grunt from the increased grip on his manhood. He wasn’t going to last much longer himself. Jason fucked back on him. He was in a frenzy. The muscled whore was whimpering and slobbering on Tyler’s cock and slamming himself back on Frank’s. With a wail he began to spill his cum. The cage moved up and down with every pump of his juice. It poured from him and onto the floor below.
Frank’s eyes rolled back and he let out a trembling howl. His own climax hit hard, pumping ropes of seed deep into Jason’s body. They grinded together in pure bliss. “Oh, god. That’s it whore. You’re sucking up all my cum.” Frank shook from the powerful release.
Tyler kept humping into Jason’s mouth as he watched the show with a grin. He’d created this, and he was quite proud of himself.
When Frank finally stumbled back, his cock pulled free of Jason with a loud suctioning sound. Cum followed it out of the gaping fuck hole. Tyler yanked himself free and took Frank’s place, before pushing himself inside Jason to the hilt. He leaned over and whispered. “You have such a sloppy cunt now, boy. You feel how easy my big dick slides in you? You’re such a hole.” He smiled and returned upright, mercilessly banging away into Jason.
Jason’s mouth was hanging open and a thick bead of throat slime was slowly descending to the floor from it. His moans were softer now. His body was spent, his hole busted wide open. Nothing about this was for his pleasure now. Tyler was just using his loosened gash to get himself off. Jason’s mind was whirling. Feelings of used and useful locked arms in his head in an impossible dance. He felt something snap inside himself. Jason was made for this. He would receive Tyler’s load however the young stud chose to plant it inside him, and he would be honored to carry it, mixed with Frank’s. He felt Tyler’s pumping increase in speed. He arched his back, signaling his deep desire to capture every drop.
Tyler slapped his ass. “Tighten it up, boy!” Then he groaned from the feeling of Jason’s familiar grip on his cock. He bucked wildly before holding himself balls deep and unleashing his load. Tyler gripped Jason’s hips and yelled through his teeth, his hips jutting forward with every pulse. And then it was done. Tyler pulled free as suddenly as he’d entered.
Jason whimpered from the sudden exit. His body felt bathed in cum but terribly empty. He knew he was wide open. He felt cum slide out of him and down toward his swollen balls. Jason dared not move. He remained on display for the two men who had just bred him full. His ass cheek still burned, emblazoned with Tyler’s handprint.
Suddenly, both men appeared in front of the used boy. Their semi-hard soaking cocks waved in front of his face. Without any prompting, Jason leaned forward, eagerly cleaning them both. “Thank you, Sirs! Thank you so much!” He was still in a sex stupor.
The men pulled away and began to dress. Finally, a fully clothed Tyler walked behind Jason and scooped a wad of mixed cum from his destroyed hole with two fingers. Returning to face Jason, he held the slimy digits out. Jason wrapped his lips around them and tongued the thick seed, moaning as he cleaned. Tyler withdrew and stepped back, surveying the state of his boy. He smiled. “You did good.” He nodded to Frank and they began to leave. Turning back, he winked at Jason. “I’ll call you later.”
After the door closed, Jason rolled to his side with a big grin on his face. He did good. The thought was intoxicating. That simple acknowledgement was poetry. Then he found his own spilled juice and lapped it up from the floor. He remained there on the rug for a few minutes, relishing the aches and the feeling of openness in his body. Eventually, he dragged himself to the shower to clean up.
Tyler received a call as soon as he pulled his car out of Jason’s condo building. Rob had another slut ready to be shared. He didn’t even ask if Tyler was interested. He just rattled off the details and texted the address. Tyler was always game for sharing an eager bottom. Even after double-teaming his own boy with Frank, he was still ready for more.
Tyler pulled up to the curb outside another apartment complex. Right on cue, his cock began to stiffen. He texted Rob to let him know he’d arrived and someone buzzed him into the building. Inside, things were just getting started.
Rob was still fully clothed, but his thick cock was being serviced by a naked, hairless twink. The boy looked to be in his early 20’s. He was lean and pale with a shaggy head of hair. His average-looking dick was throbbing, and a line of precum trailed from its tip to his living room carpet. He worshiped Rob’s meat like his life depended on it. Rob stood, hands on hips, letting the boy do his work.
Tyler took in the scene, his cock now painfully hard in his shorts. He approached the pair and tucked his shorts and underwear under his balls. Pressing his right side to Rob’s left, he offered himself to the enthusiastic cocksucker. The boy immediately replaced his mouth with his hand on Rob’s monster, and swallowed Tyler. The young stud smiled when he heard a moan escape through the slut’s nose. The feeling of a tongue washing all around his shaft confirmed the boy knew he was tasting the last hole Tyler had penetrated.
Rob looked down at Tyler and put his arm around him. “I’m glad you could make it. He sure seems happy to have you.”
Tyler moved his arm so the two were holding each other from the side. They both laughed, looking down at the naked whore.
Then Rob made a surprising move. Using his other hand, he drew Tyler’s face closer to his and pressed their lips together. They were warm and soft. Tyler’s lips parted in acceptance and Rob’s tongue slid almost forcefully into his mouth. They gripped each other tighter and began kissing deeply. Tyler felt Rob’s muscled arm pull him tight. He felt small and dizzy, and he loved every bit of it.
The cocksucker turned his focus back to Rob, gripping Tyler in his hand as he sucked. The young stud’s knees felt weak from the combination of the physical sensations and emotions he was experiencing. The kneeling boy developed a perfect flow of jerking and sucking, replacing his hand with his mouth just before his spit lost its viscosity in his hand. As he went back and forth, keeping both men satisfied, they continued to enjoy each other.
Rob pulled away and gripped Tyler’s shirt, pulling from his body in one swift motion. He leaned down and took the young man’s nipple into his mouth and made love to it. Tyler gasped loudly. His legs were shaking now. He held on to Rob for support.
Rob expertly worked Tyler’s nipple while roaming his tight body with his large hands. The three seemed to become ever more entangled as they twisted and writhed, exploring each other. Clothing was pulled and clenched, then cast aside, until all that remained were the shoes on the feet of the men standing.
Tyler was overwhelmed by all he was feeling, and all he wanted was more. When Rob’s hand rested on his ass, he responded by kissing even deeper. The man’s hand felt so big. Nearly all of Tyler’s left cheek was held in Rob’s grip. It steadied him, but it also felt so erotic.
Rob broke their kiss and nudged his mouth against Tyler’s ear. “Get his ass ready. I want to taste yours.”
Tyler melted away from Rob’s grasp and dropped to his knees behind the cocksucker. Lifting the boy’s ass, he spread it and pushed his face in. Normally, Tyler didn’t offer this sort of pre-fuck pleasure to the throwaways he shared, but the thought of Rob’s tongue lapping at his own hole gave him reason enough to be gentler.
Soon, Tyler felt Rob firmly gripping his ass. He pushed back and the man pried him apart. The feeling of that soft, wet tongue against his hole caused Tyler to moan into the boy in front of him. He licked and sucked and nibbled on the tight, smooth opening, prodded by the feelings resonating from his own ass. All three were grinding together. The open whimpers of the twink intertwined with the muffled moans of the men behind him.
Tyler couldn’t wait any longer. He rose up and pulled himself somewhat hesitantly from Rob’s mouth, pushing his pulsing cock against the welcoming entrance of the boy in front of him. He slid inside easily. The slut needed this terribly, and his body would comply. Tyler began to thrust, deeper and deeper.
Rob repositioned himself behind Tyler, kissing along his neck and feeling his flexing muscles. His cock rested against Tyler’s ass. Rob’s hand slid lovingly down Tyler’s back and over his ass, with one finger tracing the crevice. Tyler was spurred on, pumping harder, deeper. The boy wailed in gratitude.
When Rob’s finger pushed further and found Tyler’s hole, the young stud didn’t resist this time. The older man rubbed around the ring, teasing and building anticipation. He felt the angle of Tyler’s thrusting begin to change as the focus of the beautiful twink’s pleasure shifted from cock to hole. Finally, Rob pressed inside. He felt Tyler grip him tight and then coax him deeper as he continued to fuck into the boy in front of him.
Tyler was now fucking back on Rob’s thick digit as eagerly as he was thrusting forward into the bottom. When the finger found its target, Tyler nearly cried out from the stimulation to his prostate. A part of him wanted to resist this. He wondered if this was changing things. But it felt too delightful. He’d allow it to continue just a bit longer. It was only a finger, after all.
Just a finger. Poking, pressing, caressing. Tyler didn’t want it to stop. His cock felt thicker and harder now, more sensitive. The bottom hanging from his meat certainly seemed to be enjoying all of it. He pushed back to meet every one of Tyler’s thrusts. Then Tyler felt Rob’s thick beast slapping against his ass. He knew what the man wanted. The young stud began to feel conflicted. This all felt so good, but he couldn’t surrender his hole. That would change everything. Tyler continued to fuck himself on Rob’s finger. He didn’t want it to pull away, but he wasn’t ready for more.
Then, the inevitable feeling of retreat made Tyler instinctively push back further, trying to keep it inside. But as soon as the finger pulled free, Tyler felt the blunt head of Rob’s cock take its place at his entrance.
Tyler’s eyes widened and his hips jutted forward, away from the intruder. This action was met with the opposing force of the eager bottom boy, who slammed himself back on Tyler’s raging monster. The sudden reversal was perfectly planned, and Tyler felt his hole spread open, as the head of Rob’s thick cock speared the end of itself inside.
In a panic, the sandwiched twink retreated again into his bottom boy. “Rob! Wait! I can’t!”
But Rob followed him. His very tip peeking inside. He leaned over Tyler’s body, using his weight to hold them in place. His soft lips tickled Tyler’s ear. “Yes, you can.” HIs arm wrapped around Tyler’s chest. “Can’t you feel how much you crave it?”
Tyler whimpered. He was trapped between two eager bodies on two very different missions. Their opposing aim was now reinforcing each other, leaving him weakened in between. “But I’m not…” Tyler tried to remind Rob of who he was, but the man cut him short.
“It’s not about that, Tyler. It’s just me and you. You want this. You owe it to yourself to have it.” Rob’s body seemed to be wrapped entirely around Tyler. He gently pressed forward, stretching Tyler more. His head was nearly all inside now. Tyler whimpered again. Another backward assault from the bottom boy caused Tyler’s hole to swallow the remainder of Rob’s thick helmet. The young stud grunted and shook. There was pain, but there was a yearning inside him.
“Please. You can’t think of me…” Tyler had already lost. He was pleading for his dignity now.
“Shhh. You’re my little man. You always will be.” Rob drove deeper. His shaft began to enter Tyler. They both now knew Tyler’s fate was sealed.
Tyler laid his head down on the lean bottom, wrapping an arm around him for support. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise.
Rob felt the hole begin to relax. Acceptance. That is what he’d been waiting for. He inched forward, kissing along Tyler’s neck. “Oh god, you feel so good.”
The bottom boy began to understand the conquering happening behind him. The sudden realization that his own top was now being taken threw his greedy body into overdrive. He pushed back furiously, demanding to be fucked.
Tyler squealed as this action rammed more of Rob inside him. The older man mercifully withdrew just a bit of himself, allowing his bottom to ease into his new role. He remained in place as the skinny twink began to jackhammer himself backward onto Tyler’s cock, causing the once proud young stud to inch further and further down Rob’s length. Pleasure mixed with pain, and eventually Tyler surrendered. He held on tight and allowed himself to be taken, while his own cock was being violently milked by a greedy whore.
Rob smiled as if he was perfectly executing a successful coup. The tight hole gripping his monster was sucking more and more of it inside. By the end of the night, Tyler would be his newest bottom boy.
Working together, Rob and the skinny slut see-sawed Tyler between them, bouncing him back and forth like two cats who captured a mouse. Tyler had now lost all his fight and capitulated to their rhythmic onslaught. His body was simply a tool for them to masturbate with, inside and out. He couldn’t recapture control of himself. His gasping and whining filled the room now. So many new sensations mixed with the old familiar ones, and Tyler wasn’t even sure if he ever wanted to recover.
Both top and bottom increased the power of their fucking as their climaxes began to approach. Tyler’s own orgasm seemed destined to be ripped from his body by the bombardment of the two greedy souls who now controlled him. He felt himself quickly reaching the edge. His own body began to buck back and forth between man and boy. It had detached itself from his mind and joined forces with his subduers.
“Fuck me!” The plea ricocheted off the apartment walls, and Tyler couldn’t determine who he was begging. Surely, it was both of them.
The fucking reached a frenzied pace. Bodies slammed together. Tyler was the first to blow. With the howl of a wounded animal, his hole clamped down on Rob’s cock and his own manhood expanded inside the bottom boy. He fired off round after round of thick cum inside the greedy hole. His grip caused Rob to lose control, and the man grunted as he began to fill Tyler with his seed. Finally, with a scream, the slut spilled his juice carelessly onto his living room floor. All three remained stacked together, grinding slower and slower as their orgasms receded.
Rob took hold of Tyler’s head and twisted it back. Craning his neck around, he pushed his tongue deeply into Tyler’s mouth. The young stud offered no resistance, making out with the man still buried deep inside him. They pressed their sweaty bodies together in lust until their host pulled himself free of Tyler’s cock.
The sudden extraction caused the newly marked twink to grunt and flinch. His soaking, half-hard meat bobbed in front of him as he pulled away from Rob. The reality of all that had transpired began to wash over him, leaving him unsettled. Quickly, Tyler stood and began to collect his clothes. He needed to flee the scene of his undoing. Both Rob and the bottom boy looked on as he thrust himself into his shorts and tee shirt. Without looking back, Tyler muttered what could have been a hasty “goodbye” on his way to the door.
“I’m gonna call you later.” Rob sounded calm and unbothered, which only highlighted Tyler’s own panic.
As the door closed, the two guys left behind saw a dark, wet stain on the back of Tyler’s shorts. He could hear their laughter, even from the stairwell. He tried to walk as calmly as possible to his car. Half way down the front walk, his senses were stung by the sound of the bottom boy whimpering. He was undoubtedly experiencing the pleasure of Rob’s astonishingly fast recovery time.
Tyler drove home in a daze. His newly opened hole slowly flooded his shorts, and his still slimy cock pressed hard against them, creating its own mark with the juice boiling up from his balls. He felt devastated, and the disturbing pleasure he felt in his body only worsened his condition. He knew Rob would never look at him the same. He now felt the reality of the shame that Jason had only imagined with his friend. Tyler had planned to tell Rob one day about the conquering of his muscle boy. He’d imagined showing Jason off to his own close friend, maybe even sharing him like they had so many other boys, once the time was right. Now all of that was over. Tyler had surrendered himself to Rob. He needed to regain control of the situation. He would say it was just that one time. He would explain it could never happen again. But deep down, he knew he wanted more. He knew he’d put up little resistance in the presence of the man who just broke him open and marked him deep inside.
Tyler’s phone rang as he stepped out of his shower. He glanced at the name on the screen and turned it face down. He was afraid of what he might say if he answered the call. But as he was about to crawl into bed for an early night’s sleep, there was a knock at his door. Quickly pulling on another pair of dirty shorts from his laundry basket, Tyler made his way to the front of his house. He gasped when he saw who was standing on his front porch.
Opening the door, he tried to stand defiant and confident. “What do you want, Rob? I was about to go to bed.”
“But you weren’t going to sleep. We both know that.” Tyler hated that Rob knew exactly what was going on in his head. “I’m here. Let’s talk. It’s OK. I promise.”
Tyler stepped aside and allowed Rob to enter. They sat across from each other in the living room. Tyler suddenly wished he’d also grabbed a shirt. His current state of dress did nothing to quell his feeling of vulnerability. He tried to keep eye contact with Rob, but it was difficult. Tyler suddenly felt so exposed and small.
Rob looked amazing in this light. His body was still pumped from fucking at least two loads out of himself into willing bottom boys. The tuft of hair that always peeked out of his shirt beckoned Tyler to come closer. He knew the muscled mounds of hairy flesh just below that fur. He knew their smell. He knew the hardness of the nipples when they were aroused. He could tell at this moment they were in the beginning stages of that, by the way they pushed gently against the fabric of Rob’s collared shirt. He knew the way the hair on Rob’s belly grew just right so that it often formed a perfect little circle, just above his navel. He knew they way Rob’s cock hung soft. Still thick and hanging heavily, a beast sleeping with one eye open. He knew the way it pulsed when it was ready for war. Standing away from his body, the head pointing just slightly downward, flared out wide, and the slit so big you could almost see into it. And now Tyler knew how it felt inside of him. He could feel it even now, sitting half-naked, facing Rob, attempting to appear unbothered. His hole throbbed. His cock stirred. His mind was scrambled.
Rob rested a hand on Tyler’s bare thigh, just atop his knee. Tyler’s breath hitched from the touch, then slowed. As confused and embarrassed and belittled as Tyler felt, Rob’s hand steadied him. He stared down at it. It was his anchor. To look up was to lose composure. He could hold himself together here.
“I’m here to make sure you’re OK.” Rob’s voice was soothing. His words were caring. Tyler trusted him, but he didn’t trust himself.
“Yeah, bro. I’m good. You don’t have to worry about me! We’re just having fun.” Tyler’s voice was shakier than he’d hoped it would be.
Rob leaned in, lifting Tyler’s head with his finger to look into his eyes. He saw the fear. The tears ready to burst forth. “I know you’re good. But I want you to know I got you.”
Tyler’s head retreated back. “What?” Before he knew he’d lost them, he could feel his tears on the sides of his cheeks.
Rob held steady. “I know how that was for you. I know you’re shaken up. I meant what I said. You’re my little man. I just couldn’t keep going like we were. It was time. You need this. I want to give it to you.”
Tyler’s bottom lip began to tremble. The dam was nearly bursting. Rob’s words penetrated his soul.
“I don’t trust anyone else to do this for you. You have things to learn. I want to be the one to show you. I want you to see what I see when I look at you. It’s much more than you know.”
Tyler’s mouth fell open. A thin string of emotion-induced spittle connected his upper teeth to his bottom lip. Losing his internal battle, the boy’s face contorted with the last bit of fight. Then it went slack. A cascade of tears flowed down Tyler’s smooth, chiseled face. A broken sob pushed itself through his open mouth. He felt heavy, almost too heavy to remain upright.
As if reading his mind, Rob stood and hooked his muscled arm around the boy, pulling Tyler against his body. The twink went limp, resting against Rob, crying into the stitching of the pocket on the man’s jeans.
Tyler felt a hand rest on the top of his head and then gently caress his hair. He felt broken, but supported.
“This is why I’m here. This is why I did what I did. You have to get out of your head and become the full person I know you can be.” Tyler wasn’t entirely sure of the meaning behind Rob’s words, but the man was his beacon. He was the only thing Tyler could cling to in this moment. So, he did.
As Tyler began to calm himself, he pulled back to sit up straight. Looking up at Rob, his eyes revealed his fear. “I’m sorry, Rob. I don’t know why I reacted that way.”
Rob smiled down at Tyler, his hand still gently resting against the side of the boy’s face. “It’s OK. Come here.”
Tyler stood on wobbly legs, as if using them for the first time. Without a word between them, the men embraced each other. Tyler buried his head in Rob’s chest. This just felt so right.
“Now, you can sleep.” Rob kissed the top of Tyler’s head before scooping his body up in his arms as if the twink were light as a feather. He carried the boy to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. He gently removed Tyler’s shorts and pulled the bed covers over him. Walking around to the other side, Rob stripped himself naked and slid in beside the boy. He turned Tyler on his side and pushed himself up against the young man’s back. His semi-hard cock nestled perfectly in the crevice between the hairless mounds of Tyler’s ass. Rob draped his arm around Tyler’s body and pulled him in close. The last sensation Tyler felt before drifting off to sleep was the gentle cadence of Rob’s warm breath on his bare neck.
Thanks for reading! This story has experienced many twists and turns. It will be coming to an end very soon. I really appreciate all the comments and emails of support I’ve received along the way. If you’ve enjoyed any part of the series, I hope you’ll consider checking out my future endeavors. My goal is to streamline the plot and keep the vibe more focused for each individual story, going forward. Stay tuned! There’s more to come!
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