Willem laid out on a beach towel, soaking up the sun in his new box cut speedo. He watched the surfers going by through his sunglasses, his eyes tracing the curves of their asses in their wetsuits as they paddled out into the waves. He licked his lips, his skin sizzling from more than just the heat of the sun’s rays. But as he scanned the beach like a hawk, his eyes inspecting each and every bicep, ab muscle, and Adam’s apple that walked past, there wasn’t a pink glow in sight.
He checked his phone. It was almost noon. He gathered up his blanket and walked back to his car. His bubble butt caught the attention of several older gentlemen walking past, much to his delight. Before getting into his car, he took one last look out at the ocean. He could still see the surfers from far away charging a pretty aggressive wave. Willem watched as they surfed the barrel of the wave, their boards gliding through the slick water. God, he missed surfing. He hadn’t been since that day on the beach with Jake.
He felt the buzzing gently rippling through his limbs, as though urging him not to linger. He had work to do. He got in his car and drove off.
Willem got to The Abbey at 1230. While the gay bar was packed with otters, twinks, bears, and gogo boys at night, he’d also found them to be a great spot for lunch as well. He sat at his regular outdoor table, eating a pastrami sandwich as he watched the men walking past. The Abbey had proved a fruitful hunting ground, netting Willem several hung tops in the last couple of weeks. He chewed his sandwich slowly as his eyes panned the crowd, wondering if he’d get lucky again.
A couple of hours later, Willem admitted defeat and paid his bill. He walked to the bus stop down the street, leaving his car at the meter where he’d parked it. He stood at the corner, waiting impatiently for the next bus to arrive. He was starting to feel restless, the buzzing giving him a headache.
“I’m trying,” he thought in annoyance.
When the bus finally showed up he quickly climbed on board, sitting down in the very last seat at the back of the bus. He pulled out his phone and opened up Grindr. One of the guys he’d fucked a few weeks ago had told him about the app, so he’d taken to scrolling through it for a few hours in the afternoon as he traveled back and forth through the city. He kept his eyes glued to the screen, watching and waiting to see if any of the profiles would glow pink as the hours passed, the sun started to fade, and his body continued to hum.
Finally, at a quarter to 6, a man walked on and sat near the front, talking on the phone a little too loudly for someone on public transportation. He wasn’t anything fancy—balding, mid-40s, dressed in a cheap suit. Willem’s eyes lit up as the bus filled with that delightful pink glow. It was almost hypnotic the way it drew Willem out of his seat and slowly toward the unsuspecting man in the front.
“Hi,” he said, smiling sweetly. “Is this seat taken?”
An hour later, in a motel room on Sunset Blvd, the man rolled off of Willem with a grunt of satisfaction.
“Oh my God,” he said, panting as he wiped his forehead. “That was amazing… I can’t believe I came inside.”
Willem stretched out his arms and legs like a cat, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth that flooded inside and throughout his body. Once the moment had passed (a little too quickly for Willem’s taste) and the buzzing had faded into the background, he sat up and started to get dressed.
“What did you say your name was again?” asked the man.
Willem shrugged. “Does it matter?”
He pulled his shorts up over his jockstrap and left the motel without another word.
By the time he’d caught another bus back to his car, the sun was starting to hang low in the sky. He rolled the windows down, enjoying the warmth of the mid-August air as it breezed past. He pulled into his usual parking spot just before 8. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, inspecting his appearance before exiting the car.
He walked up to the apartment door and knocked three times. After a moment, Jake opened the door.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
Jake grabbed Willem, pulling him in for a kiss. Willem put his hand on Jake’s chest, leaning into the kiss as Jake reached down and gently cupped his ass. He picked Willem up, kicking the door shut behind them as he carried the blond boy to his bedroom. He laid him down gently on his bed, pulling off Willem’s shirt as he kissed up and down his torso. Willem moaned, his body writhing on the bed at the feeling of Jake’s lips on his skin.
Jake pulled Willem’s shorts and underwear off in one movement, exposing Willem’s penis buried in a patch of soft blond public hair. He took Willem’s cock into his mouth, sucking on it lovingly as Willem ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair. Willem whimpered as he felt Jake slide his finger inside of him while he blew him, rubbing up against his prostate and stimulating him from both ends. He closed his eyes, accepting the pleasure that Jake so freely gave.
After the pleasure got too close to the cresting point, Willem tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck, Jake… I want you inside me.”
Jake pulled his mouth off of Willem’s cock and stood up, pulling off his own clothes. Willem laid back, his eyes wild with desire as he watched Jake strip down to his underwear. He had started to memorize every inch of Jake’s pale skin, every freckle on his arms, every single one of the sparse little hairs that populated Jake’s chest as if placed there by accident.
When Jake pulled off his briefs, Willem’s eyes gleamed at the sight of his cock springing out. He had gotten to know Jake’s cock like it was his own—the thickness of it, the taste of Jake’s foreskin on his tongue, the feeling of it as it slid inside him like a key into a lock. Jake grabbed Willem’s legs, pulling the boy closer to him on the bed as he aimed the head of his cock at Willem’s hole. Willem let out a guttural moan as Jake entered him. Jake cut off his moan with a kiss as he slid further inside of Willem. Willem lay underneath Jake, tracing delicate little lines with his fingertips along the boy’s back as he thrust into him.
Tonight was gentle, but that wasn’t always the case. Sometimes it was rough and angry like it had been the night they went to the gay club. Other times it was like tonight, where Jake treated him with care, almost like he was a precious object. Some nights Jake took his time, edging Willem with his mouth or his fingers until the boy was begging to be fucked. And still some nights Jake would skip the foreplay altogether, pulling Willem’s pants down and shoving his cock inside him the second he walked through the door.
No matter what kind of sex they had, Willem would always feel the same way after it was over. Once they had both cum, and Jake had pulled out and gone to clean himself up, Willem would lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. And he would feel empty.
It wasn’t the same kind of emptiness he felt after the man on the bus, or one of the tops from The Abbey, or any of his daytime conquests. That was a different kind of emptiness, the kind of insatiable hunger you get after you binge on sugary junk food only to find yourself starving thirty minutes later.
The emptiness after sex with Jake was something deeper. The only way that Willem could describe it was like waking up from a dream, a beautiful dream where you feel safe and warm and content. But then you wake up, and you slowly start to realize that it wasn’t real, it wasn’t actually your life. And you wish so desperately that you could go back, to return to that moment before you knew that your reality was so much worse than the fantasy.
Most nights after the sex was over, they would curl up on the couch and watch TV. In the first few days after they started having sex, they would sit and talk, but they quickly ran out of things to talk about. It’s not as if Willem could tell Jake about all the men he was fucking during the day—that would violate their agreement. Jake didn’t ask, Willem didn’t tell. And neither of them were too keen on talking about the future, as there were too many landmines that they didn’t even want to think about, let alone discuss. So they would sit on the couch and watch TV together, curled up under the same blanket but not quite touching.
The last three weeks had all gone down in the same way. The days were Willem’s to do with what he wanted, prowling the city of Los Angeles as he devoured man after man to feed his increasingly insatiable appetite. But the nights were for Jake. Each night right at 8, Willem would come to Jake’s door, Jake would pull him in for a kiss, and they would spend the evening exploring each other’s bodies.
This transition from friends to friends with benefits was conflicting for Willem. On the one hand, sex with Jake was incredible. It was fun, it felt good, and it was the closest thing to feeling like himself again that he’d gotten since his mind had settled in the clouds for good. But in the moments after sex, when he could feel the emptiness coming on, Willem would miss the days before they started hooking up when they actually talked. There had been a sweet spot where he’d felt like he and Jake were actually friends, before things had gotten awkward but after he’d stopped being such a dick. He wanted that friendship back.
The only problem was, he didn’t know how to be a good friend anymore. Sometimes he wondered if he ever did. He couldn’t trust himself to be with Jake during the day, knowing that any minute a man could walk past that would send him off and running. So he stuck to their arrangement, fucking strangers during the day and fucking his best friend every night, knowing that sooner or later it would all come to an end.
As they sat on the couch that night, watching some old rerun of The Golden Girls, Jake suddenly turned to Willem.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asked.
Willem blinked. “Um, nothing, I guess. Coming here?”
“Maybe we could go out. Do something.”
Willem raised an eyebrow. “Like to a club? Cause that didn’t work out so well the last time.”
Jake shook his head. “I was thinking we could get dinner. There’s this pop-up restaurant in Silverlake that’s supposed to be really good.”
“Sounds like fun,” said Willem, smiling.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, honestly, at this point, a hammer to the head would be more fun than another episode of Golden Girls. I think I’m starting to go through menopause.”
Jake laughed. “Okay, cool. How about you meet me here at 6? I can drive us over there.”
Willem nodded.
“Oh, and dress a little nice,” said Jake. “It’s kind of a fancy restaurant.”
“Are we talking booty shorts or cargo shorts?”
Jake smirked. “How about something mid-thigh?”
Willem whistled. “This place IS fancy.”
The next day Willem got lucky, finding his next target early in the afternoon jogging by the Santa Monica pier. As he wiped the cum of man number 80 off of his lips, he headed home to get changed for his dinner with Jake. He was surprised by how excited he felt. Despite spending so much of the last few weeks with an assortment of men, he was missing having someone he could actually talk to. Tonight would be a welcome reprieve.
He showed up at Jake’s in a fitted grey polo shirt and a pair of tan chino shorts that were stretched tight over his bubble butt. He knocked on the door to Jake’s apartment, standing there nervously. He chided himself. There was nothing to be nervous about. They were just grabbing dinner, it would be fine.
Jake opened the door in a leather jacket and a pair of black slacks. He’d put gel in his hair again, making him look extraordinarily cute.
“Wow,” said Willem. “You look great.”
“Any excuse to dress up, right?” said Jake.
He put his hand on Willem’s back and guided him to the car. Willem blushed at the feeling of Jake’s hand on his lower back. Why should that make him blush? The man had literally been inside him countless times.
Jake opened his door for him, gesturing for him to enter.
“Who am I, Princess Diana?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“You wish,” Jake said with a smirk.
They got to the restaurant around 630. The pop-up restaurant was in a building on the corner of the street, with a bunch of outdoor tables lined up on the sidewalk. The hostess brought them to their table, setting down glasses of water in front of them as they took their seats.
Willem picked up the menu, his eyes going wide as he looked at the prices.
“Jake, this place is fucking expensive.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Jake, smiling. “I thought I’d treat you.”
“You don’t have to do that-”
“Think of it as a going-back-to-school dinner. Your orientation is next week, right?”
Willem nodded. “Classes don’t start till September, but I’m going there next weekend to check out the dorms. Can you believe they’ve put me in Dykstra Hall?”
Jake coughed on his water. “Fitting,” he said with a laugh.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” said their waiter as he approached the table. “Have you had a chance to look at the menus?”
He was a handsome gentleman in his late 40s, with salt and pepper hair and a short beard. There was no pink glow around him, but nonetheless, Willem could feel his hole throbbing in anticipation.
“Willem, do you need more time?” asked Jake.
Willem shook his head, blushing. While Jake ordered, Willem tried to keep his eyes off of the waiter’s package, which was tantalizingly close to his face.
“And how about you, sir?” asked the waiter as he turned to Willem.
“I’ll get the spaghetti and meatballs,” he said.
“How would you like the balls?” asked the waiter, grinning. “We can do them with just ground beef... or we can add a little sausage for you.” He winked at Willem.
Willem gulped. He looked at Jake, who was frowning. “On second thought, I think I’ll just get the Arrabiata,” he said curtly, handing his menu to the waiter. “That’s it, thanks.”
The waiter smiled politely. “Of course.” He walked away.
Jake gave Willem a half-smile as he took a sip of his water.
“Your classes start in a couple of weeks, right? At LACC?” asked Willem.
Jake nodded. “I think I’ll major in engineering. I’m going to try and apply for scholarships this year, see if I can get financial aid for Caltech. It’s not as if I’ll be getting any help from my parents.”
“Eh, fuck em,” said Willem.
Jake laughed. “Well said. How about you? What do you think you’ll major in?”
Willem raised an eyebrow. “I barely know what I’m doing next week, let alone for the rest of my life.”
Suddenly his stomach lurched. He gripped the table to steady himself.
“Are you okay?” asked Jake.
“Yeah,” he said shakily. “Just a stomachache.”
Willem knew that was a lie as soon as his body started to hum. He could sense it—his next fuck was near. He tried to focus on Jake’s face, to listen to the words coming out of his mouth. But he couldn’t help himself. His eyes flicked to the side, looking for the pink glow in the passersby on the street.
“Do you think you’re gonna spend your weekends at home?” asked Jake.
Willem forced his eyes back on Jake. He shrugged. “I don’t know… I mean, I guess I’ll have to see what the campus is like. Probably not, though.”
“I was just thinking… if you wanted to, you could always crash at my place sometime. If you need a break from the dorms,” Jake said nonchalantly. He looked at Willem nervously.
Willem’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it. There, out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help himself. His eyes glued onto the man walking towards them from the end of the street. He was tan, with sharp features and dirty blonde hair. He had a bit of scruff and a furry mustache that made Willem’s cock start to leak in his chinos. His body shone a bright pink, illuminating the sidewalk around him as he stared down at his phone.
“Just a thought,” said Jake, his cheeks burning. He could see Willem staring past him, so he turned to look behind him.
Willem grabbed his hand. “Sorry, I just got a little distracted. Uh… what were you saying?”
Jake turned back to look at Willem, who was smiling nervously at him. “I was… just asking what you had planned for orientation.”
Willem forced himself to keep his eyes on Jake, trying to ignore the buzzing that was currently tearing him up from the inside out. Luckily the man had passed by them at this point, making it easier for Willem to try to focus his mind.
“Um, I think we’ll do a tour of the dorms, see some of the buildings… there might be some fun parties and stuff at night.”
“Do you think you’ll join a fraternity?”
Willem smirked. “I don’t think I’m a frat bro kind of a guy.”
Jake laughed. Willem began to relax as the buzzing started to recede. He took a sip of his water to steady himself.
“I could see you in a fraternity,” said Jake, leaning back in his chair. “You have that look about you, you know?”
Willem scoffed. “What, you mean like a douchebag look?”
“Exactly!” said Jake.
“Fuck you, dude,” Willem laughed.
His breath caught in his throat when the pink glow filled his vision once again. The man with the mustache was back, looking up at the buildings then back down to the phone in his hand. He appeared to be lost.
Willem closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to fight the war going on inside his mind. He gripped the table tightly.
“Willem? What’s wrong?”
He had promised Jake he wouldn’t do this. That was the whole reason they started only hanging out at home in the first place. It wasn’t fair to him to ditch Jake to go fuck another guy, he was being a terrible friend, he just needed to hold out a little bit longer until this guy disappeared…
“Do you need me to get someone?” asked Jake, his voice full of concern.
Willem’s eyes snapped open. He stared ahead, his eyes dull and unfocused. His pupils were dilated and cloudy, like two large grey marbles.
Jake sat up in his seat, staring at him in alarm. “Jesus, Willem… are you okay?”
Willem didn’t respond. His mouth was open slightly, drooling a little bit onto his polo shirt. He stood up slowly from the table, staring blankly ahead as he walked down the sidewalk.
Jake turned and watched him walk away, his eyes wide in concern. “Where are you going? Willem?”
He stood up and walked after Willem as the cursed boy walked numbly down the street, completely unaware of his surroundings.
“Willem… Willem, look at me,” said Jake as he waved his hand in front of Willem’s face.
Willem ignored him, continuing to amble down the street. Jake looked ahead to see a man with dirty blond hair round the corner a few yards ahead of them. Willem followed slowly after him, his face completely slack.
“What is this, fucking Sleeping Beauty and the spinning wheel?” asked Jake, his annoyance belying the fear underneath. He followed after Willem, determined to keep the boy safe during whatever dissociative episode he was currently experiencing.
The man with the mustache stopped in front of a building, looking up at the building number before checking his phone. He put his phone in his pocket and ducked inside. Willem followed him into the building shortly after, with Jake trailing close behind.
They walked inside to find what looked like the foyer of a bed and breakfast. The man with the mustache was nowhere to be seen. A man in his late 40s with greasy black hair stood behind the front desk in front of a tall black armoire.
“Can I help you boys?” he asked, eying them suspiciously.
Willem stared blankly ahead at the armoire, saying nothing.
“There was a guy who just came in here. Do you know where he went?” asked Jake.
The man frowned. “Are you on the list?”
“Well, no-”
“Then I can’t let you in. I’m sorry, you’ll have to-”
The man groaned as Willem reached over and grabbed his crotch, rubbing it through his pants.
“Fuck…” he said quietly as Willem stroked his quickly hardening cock.
“Jesus, Willem!” said Jake as his eyes grew wide in surprise.
The man behind the desk closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure as Willem unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, stroking it in his hand.
“That feels so good…” moaned the man as Willem jerked him off, still in a trance. Jake turned around, averting his eyes as he listened to the sound of the man grunting, then crying out as he came.
“Wow,” said the man as he stuffed his cock back into his pants. “I haven’t had a Handy Manny that good in years.”
Willem said nothing. He continued staring straight ahead. The man turned and opened the armoire, pushing aside several hanging coats to reveal a hidden opening. Willem stepped into the armoire, passing through into the darkened hallway. Jake went to follow him when the man put his arm up to block him.
“Not you,” he said gruffly.
Willem turned the corner of the hallway to find himself in a small but crowded room in front of a brightly lit stage. A group of men stood throughout the room, chatting amiably with one another. None of them seemed to have anything in common, at least not to the eye. A few of them were older, in what looked to be their late 50s or early 60s. There were a couple of guys who seemed to be around the same age as Willem, including a musclehead jock in a tank top and trainers. A couple of bears stood chatting in the corner drinking beers while two men of drastically different heights made out near the stage.
Willem’s eyes snapped shut as soon as he entered the room, temporarily blinded by the dazzling light in the room. The shock was enough to wake him out of his stupor. He rubbed his eyes as he slowly opened them, his vision returning along with his senses. As he opened his eyes, his jaw dropped to see the entire room lit up in a bright pink haze. Every single man in the room, from the mismatched couple to the group of bears, was glowing.
“Sorry I’m late, guys,” said the man with the mustache as he climbed onto the stage. “Took me forever to find tonight’s venue. But the show is about to start.”
He appeared to be emceeing whatever event this was, as he stood center stage addressing the men. He put his hand on the shoulder of the boy standing next to him, a slim twink with bleached blond hair. The guy seemed to be a couple of years older than Willem, but his waif-like features made him look so frail you could snap him in half.
“Jeffrey has graciously agreed to be the entertainment for tonight. Now, for those of you who haven’t joined us before, you should each have gotten a ticket with a number on it. That’ll be the order for tonight.”
Willem looked around to see each of the men holding little slips of red paper.
“You can leave your clothes in one of the cubbies by the exit and retrieve them at the end of the night. Now, can I get a volunteer to help me put Jeffrey here in the swing?”
Willem noticed for the first time that a giant leather swing hung from the ceiling in the back of the stage, with four leather cuffs attached on the corners.
Willem’s hand shot up as he raced onto the stage.
“I like your enthusiasm, young man,” said the emcee. “What’s your name?”
“Willem.”
“Well, Willem, if you help him get his ankles into the leather stirrups, then I can-”
“No,” exclaimed Willem. “I want to volunteer. To be the entertainment.”
The emcee laughed. “There are 15 guys here, all looking to dump their load in a tight hole. You think you’re ready for that?”
“I can take it,” said Willem defiantly.
“Like hell!” said Jeffrey. “You snooze, you lose. I got here first.”
The emcee shrugged. “Sorry, guy. It’s Jeffrey’s turn tonight. There’s always next month’s-”
“I’m a way better fuck than he is,” said Willem. “My hole is tighter and my ass is way bigger. Look.”
He turned and pulled down his shorts, exposing his jockstrap-encased ass to the men in the crowd. A hush fell over the room. The musclehead jock whistled.
“Jesus Christ,” said the emcee as he rubbed his jaw, staring at Willem’s ass. He reached his hand down and rubbed a finger along Willem’s hole, making the surfer boy moan. “So smooth…”
“That’s not fair!” said Jeffrey. “Two can play at that game.” He pulled down his pants to show off his own bubble butt, which was surprisingly large for someone of his small frame. A few whoops and hollers came out of the crowd.
“Okay okay,” said the emcee, waving his hands to calm the crowd. “There’s only one way to settle this.” He grinned. “A blow-off.”
The crowd cheered. Both boys stared at him quizzically.
“I’ll be the judge of this one,” said the emcee as he put his hand on Willem’s shoulder, pulling him to his side. “Who wants to volunteer to judge Jeffrey here?”
A bunch of hands shot up in the crowd, but one particularly nimble bear managed to scramble onstage before anyone had a chance to react.
“Fuck yeah!” he said, unbuckling his belt as he let his pants drop to the ground. Both Willem and Jeffrey’s eyes locked onto his cock, licking their lips at the sight of its slight upwards curve.
“Here’s the rules, boys,” said the emcee as he slowly unbuttoned his own pants. “Whoever manages to get the first load gets to be tonight’s entertainment.”
He dropped his pants to the ground, revealing a veiny uncut cock.
“Get on your knees, but don’t start until I say go.”
Willem and Jeffrey got dutifully on their knees in front of their respective men. They shared a particularly nasty look before they heard the emcee shout, “Go!”
Willem dove on the emcee’s cock like a drowning man in need of oxygen. He grabbed the man’s hairy balls, fondling them in his hand as he deepthroated the dick right to the base. The emcee grabbed his curls, pulling on them softly as he groaned.
Jeffrey, not to be outdone, spit in his hand and started stroking the base of the bear’s thick cock while he sucked on the head. The bear threw his head back and bellowed as the bleach-blond twink sucked him greedily.
Willem closed his eyes, trying to block out his competition while he fellated the man in front of him. He had learned a couple of tricks from blowing uncircumcised guys, and he employed all of them in his effort to get the man off as quickly as possible. He pulled the man’s foreskin up, gathering it in his fist and sucking on it as he swirled his tongue around the head of the man’s cock. The man’s knees started to wobble at the sheer intensity of the pleasure Willem was giving him.
“Fucking hell!” shouted the bear as Jeffrey started humming on his cock, his soft hands reaching up to pinch the man’s nipples. “I think I’m gonna blow soon!”
Willem’s eyes snapped open. He knew the emcee was close, but he was running out of time. His cloudy brain scrambled. How would he get the top to cum before it was too late?
An idea shot through the cloudiness of his mind like a lightning bolt. He pulled off of the man’s cock, stuck his finger in his mouth, and then shoved his wet finger right up the emcee’s ass. The emcee let out a small yelp as Willem dove back on his cock, sucking him ravenously as he wiggled his finger inside the man’s hole. Within seconds, Willem was grinning around the man’s cock as he tasted the salty sweetness of victory.
“Ugh… oh fuck… we have a- ungh- a winner!” choked out the emcee as he came inside of Willem’s mouth. The bear let out a roar a few seconds later, grabbing Jeffrey’s head as he started to fire straight down the twink’s gullet. Willem pulled off of the emcee’s cock, swirling his cum around in his mouth before swallowing it self-satisfactorily.
“Congratulations Willem,” the emcee said as he pulled Willem to his feet. “That was a hell of a run.”
“This isn’t fair!” whined the twink as he scrambled to his feet. “I got here first you little slut.”
“Sorry bitch,” said Willem, winking as he started to strip. “Maybe you better learn some better blowjob skills.”
“Cut it out, you two,” said the emcee sternly as he got between them. “We don’t need any more twink on twink violence. Now, Jeffrey, be a good sport and help Willem into the swing while our guests get ready.”
Jeffrey glared at Willem as he lay forward on the swing, facing the crowd.
“You don’t understand,” hissed the twink as he put the leather cuff around Willem’s wrist. “I NEEDED this.”
“So do I!” said Willem.
“Not like I do,” said Jeffrey. “You can fuck anyone you want, but I need to fuck THESE guys. Now I’m going to have to wait a whole month until they’re all here again. My ass is gonna look like a goddamn hot air balloon.”
Willem turned to look at him. “Wait a second… The Curse of 100 Bottoms?”
Jeffrey’s eyes widened. “100 Bottoms? I got 1000!”
“Jesus,” said Willem. “What did you do to piss her off?”
“It’s not my fault,” whined the twink. “Anya Neeze has it out for me. She just keeps finding new ways to make my life a living hell. I used to be buff, an athlete. Now look at me!”
“When did you get cursed?”
“At the beginning of May,” said the twink as he tightened the cuff around Willem’s ankle. “She was my Uber driver and she kept taking all the wrong turns. All I did was say was that this was why women shouldn’t drive!”
Willem grimaced. “Yeah, come to think of it, I’m not surprised you got 1000 Bottoms. How many do you have left?
The twink pouted. “867.”
“We all ready, boys?” asked the emcee.
The twink tightened the last of the straps around Willem. Willem was lying on his stomach in the swing, his mouth and ass at the perfect level for the average man to line up his cock with. His arms and legs were spread open to offer each of the men in the audience easy access to his hole and his mouth.
He looked up at the crowd, most of whom were now naked and forming an orderly line by the stage like they were at a cafe rather than a secret sex party. The buzzing was sending shockwaves through his limbs and toward his extremities, rippling in anticipation. He felt like he was about to ride a rollercoaster, a delicious combination of fear and excitement building inside him that made his heart race in his chest. He could feel his mind starting to slip further away as he climbed higher and higher up into the clouds.
But as he looked out at the crowd, his mouth salivating at the thought of all of the yummy loads he’d get to taste that night, he could see Jeffrey standing off to the side, his arms crossed with a glum pout on his face.
“Wait a second,” said Willem dizzily as he tried to focus his mind before it was lost entirely. He turned to emcee. “What if… what if we shared it? What if you all fucked both of us?”
The emcee raised an eyebrow. “Hmm… we do have a second swing in the back…” He turned to the crowd. “What do you say, gentlemen? Do you have two loads in you tonight?”
A cheer came up from the crowd. Someone threw their pants in the air. Ten minutes later, the second swing had been hung and the twink was suspended next to Willem.
“Thank you,” whispered Jeffrey as the first of the men stepped forward to fuck them.
“Us bottoms gotta stick together, right?” said Willem.
The musclehead jock in the trainers walked right up to Jeffrey, shoving his ballsack in the boy’s mouth. “Suck my nuts, boyyyyy!” he said as Jeffrey lapped up his hairy ballsack.
Willem looked up as the tall half of the couple he’d seen making out by the edge of the stage stood over him, his cock dangling right above Willem’s face. It was already hard and leaking, protruding from a set of neatly trimmed pubes.
“Open wide, boy,” he said, shoving it in Willem’s mouth. Willem could feel someone else grabbing his ass, pulling him back as he positioned his dick at Willem’s hole. Willem moaned around the tall man’s cock as he felt whoever was behind him enter him. Willem could tell he was thick, as he felt his hole being stretched tight as the man plunged deeper into him.
“Fuck, baby, his hole is so tight,” said the voice from behind him. “I love fucking twinks with you.”
“Me too, babe,” said the tall man.
He leaned over and started to kiss what Willem presumed was his boyfriend (husband?) as they spit-roasted him. He hadn’t been fucked from both ends since his gangbang with his best friends two months ago, although that was starting to feel like a lifetime ago. He felt like a stuffed pig as the two men seesawed in and out of him, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body.
Willem kept his mouth open wide while the tall man facefucked him. He timed his breaths with the man’s thrusts, taking in big gulps of air every time the man pulled out. His head was in a fog, focusing only on the taste and smell and feel of the cock in his mouth. The man’s balls smacked Willem on the chin as he fucked the boy’s mouth.
Willem could feel his partner smacking his hips against Willem’s ass as he slammed into him again and again. His cock was thick but short, the perfect length to hit Willem’s prostate. Willem could feel a shock of pleasure jolt through his body with each thrust, making his small cock leak out through the swing onto the ground underneath. The assault from behind jolted him forward in the swing, burying his nose in the taller man’s pubic hair. He felt the tall man grab his blond curls and hold him in place around his cock.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck!” shouted the man as his cock swelled, feeding Willem shot after shot of cum directly onto his waiting tongue. Willem swallowed it greedily, using his tongue to nurse the man’s cock as he milked him of every last drop. It tasted wonderful to Willem—thick, hot globs that were perfectly salty and sweet. The man pulled his cock out of Willem’s mouth, wiping the last dribble of cum onto Willem’s cheek before stepping away.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna breed this fucking twink!” Willem heard the shorter man yell as he felt the man’s cock jump inside him. Willem’s skin was buzzing with so much lust that he was practically vibrating as he felt the man’s seed travel through his rectum and into his guts.
Before he could fully enjoy the feeling of being bred for the second time that day, another man was standing in front of him, waving his thick cock in Willem’s face. Willem barely had time to register the man’s bushel of pubic hair and beer gut before his mouth was filled once more. His tongue went to work immediately on the man’s cock, licking the underside of the shaft as the man pumped in and out of Willem’s mouth.
As the dick in his ass slid out, he could feel the man’s cum start to leak out of him onto the ground. The next man in line must have been waiting close behind, however, as his hole was quickly plugged with another dick. Willem was grateful that whoever this second man was had not gone first, as his dick was so girthy that there was no way Willem would have been able to take it without a fresh load of cum lubing up his ass.
“Fuck… such a nice cunt,” came a deep voice from behind him.
Willem moaned around the cock in his mouth, riding the wave of pleasure and pain that he’d come to know and love. The insatiable hunger and emptiness that had started to pervade Willem in his every waking moment were finally starting to dissipate. It was as if this man’s massive cock was finally able to scratch the itch inside of Willem that he had been so desperate to relieve.
As this mystery man ravaged his hole, Willem squeezed his hole as tight as he could around the man’s dick, desperate to give him all the pleasure he possibly could as thanks for his godlike dick. He didn’t even notice that the man he was blowing had cum in his mouth until the guy pulled out, leaving a trail of salty jizz across his tongue. His mouth hung open, the cum drooling out of his mouth as he whined in ecstasy from the big-dicked man pounding him from behind.
“Yes… yes, fuck me… oh…” moaned Willem as the man grabbed his legs, pulling Willem’s body back against his cock.
Willem’s mouth was soon stuffed again, but this time he didn’t even bother to try and fellate the man. He let his mouth hang open, letting the guy facefuck him as he concentrated all of his efforts on his hole.
“Oh yeah… fuck, I’m gonna fill your cunt. Ugh, fuck!” shouted the man from behind him as he smacked his hips against Willem’s ass.
The buzzing rippled throughout Willem’s body with such an intense surge that he could see nothing but a bright, blinding white light. His own cock started pouring out cum on the ground, dripping continuously like a faucet. The man must have had a giant set of balls to go along with his monster cock, because Willem could feel a stream of jizz trickling out from around the man’s cock and down his balls before the man even pulled out.
And then, all too soon, it was over.
The man withdrew his cock from Willem, causing a torrent of cum to pour out of Willem’s battered hole. Willem tried his best to turn and see who the man was, but the man who was currently facefucking him kept a tight grip on his head, holding him in place around his cock. Another top stepped up behind Willem, holding his ass steady as he slid inside. The man wasn’t nearly as hung as the previous guy, which made Willem whine in agony. He wanted to be filled, dammit!
As man after man fucked Willem from both ends, filling his hole and his stomach with cum, Willem lamented that none of them could give him the same level of satisfaction as the man with the giant cock. It wasn’t enough, NONE of it was enough. For a minute, just one minute, he’d felt like he finally found what he was looking for. To come so close to ecstasy only to have it taken away was devastating to Willem. He knew he’d been ruined—he would never again be able to get fucked without comparing it to the mystery dick.
He had to find the man before the night was over.
Willem had been fucked so many times at this point that he’d lost count. He could hear Jeffrey moaning next to him, urging the man currently fucking him up the ass to pound him harder. As caught up as he was in his own fucking, Willem had completely forgotten that the twink was getting fucked as well just a few feet away from him. The musclehead jock who was currently fucking Willem’s mouth cried out as he pulled his dick out, aimed it at Willem’s face, and painted him with a coat of fresh jizz.
“Take my spunk, bro!” he yelled as he shot thick ropes of cum onto Willem’s nose and mouth.
Willem closed his eyes, feeling the man’s cum dripping down his face as he waited for the next cock to take his place. After a few seconds, however, he noticed that his mouth remained unfilled. He could feel the man behind him rutting into him, panting into his ear and squeezing his cheeks tightly as he grunted.
Willem gently opened his eyes, trying not to let the cum drip into them as he looked out into the crowd. A few of the men were getting dressed now, but the place seemed to be mostly empty. He scanned the crowd anxiously—was his mystery man still there? He tried his best to see if he could tell who the monster dick belonged to, but none of the men stood out to him.
He groaned as the thought dawned on him that he may never know. He NEEDED to find him, NEEDED to be filled again...
Suddenly he saw something out of the corner of his eye. His eyes darted towards the back of the room to see Jake, standing there with a numb look on his face. Jake… where did he come from? Before his cloudy brain had a chance to fully register what he was seeing, he heard the man behind him cry out.
“Ugh… here it comes!” shouted the man behind him. He buried his cock into Willem, his sperm joining the loads of the countless other men who had filled Willem in the last hour. Willem closed his eyes, the buzzing in his body electrifying all of the synapses in his body one last time before falling dormant. He felt the man pull out, leaving him just as empty as he’d been when he’d arrived.
“That was incredible,” said the man, walking over in front of Willem and patting him on the cheek. “You took those loads like a champ.”
Willem’s clouded mind recognized him as the emcee. The emcee turned to the twink next to Willem, who was looking similarly ragged. Jeffrey had a dazed smile on his face, hanging cozily in his swing as cum dripped out of his hole.
“You too, Jeffrey,” said the emcee. “Now what say we get you boys cleaned up?”
Willem felt the man unlocking the leather cuffs from around his wrists and ankles. He climbed gingerly to his feet, his muscles sore from the battering he’d taken over the last hour. The emcee handed him a towel, which he used to wipe the cum out of his eyes. He looked around the room for his mystery man, but it was just the three of them left on the stage.
“Did you see…” Willem began to ask. His mind was starting to slowly clear, but he wasn’t quite yet able to find the words to formulate the question.
“Did I see what?” asked the emcee as he handed Willem his clothes.
“I… I don’t know. His dick… it was so big… bigger than I’ve ever felt in my life. It was wonderful.”
“I know who you mean!” said Jeffrey, his eyes lighting up. “It felt like I was being fucked by… Zeus or something.” He giggled.
“YES! Did you see him? Do you know who he was?” Willem asked frantically.
The twink shook his head. “I didn’t get a look at him.”
“Well, if he’s a regular, chances are he’ll be at one of our private events,” said the emcee. “I’ve got a few parties like this going on throughout the city... The next one’s a week from tomorrow if you boys are up for it.”
“Hell yeah!” said the twink.
The emcee turned to Willem. “How about you?”
Willem opened his mouth to respond when suddenly an image broke through the clouds in his mind. There was Jake again, standing there with that numb look on his face. Jake… what was Jake doing there? Come to think of it… what was Willem doing here?
He looked around in confusion. He suddenly realized that he had no idea where this room was, nor how he’d gotten here. The last thing he remembered, he and Jake had been out to dinner. Then he’d felt the buzzing, seen the man with the pink glow… but how did he get here?
“Well?” asked the emcee expectantly.
Willem grabbed his arm. “Did you see a boy in here? My age, tall, with wavy brown hair and freckles?”
The emcee nodded. “Yeah, the looky-loo.”
“How long was he here? How much did he see?”
The emcee shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe the last ten minutes or so?”
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know, he left. You interested or not?” the emcee asked in annoyance.
The buzzing awakened within Willem as he remembered the feeling of the mystery man’s massive cock. The way it had stretched him, filled him, finally scratched that itch deep inside him...
Willem shook his head. “No, I… I’m sorry. I gotta go.”
He grabbed his clothes and hurried off the stage. He quickly pulled his clothes on in the hallway before climbing out of the armoire, looking around in shock. Where the hell was he?
“Did you see a boy with brown hair and freckles?” he asked the man at the front desk.
“He walked outside a few minutes ago,” said the man, pointing towards the door.
Willem pushed past him and headed towards the door. “Hey… you up for another round before you go?” he called out as Willem rushed out into the night.
Willem looked frantically around the empty street, trying to get his bearings. He didn’t know where he was, or which direction the restaurant was. He walked down the street, rounding the corner as he tried to look for the sign of anything familiar.
After a few minutes of walking, he finally spotted the sign for the restaurant. He raced back over to his and Jake’s table but stopped in his tracks when he saw another couple sitting there. His heart began to pound in his chest. Where the fuck was Jake?
He saw their waiter walking past carrying a tray of food and stopped him. “Excuse me… is my friend still here?”
The waiter raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised he came back at all. Thought the two of you were playing some kind of a joke, dining and dashing without even dining.”
“So he’s here?” Willem said hopefully.
“He paid the bill and left a minute ago.”
Willem turned and walked out of the restaurant, his heart racing. He hurried back to the car as fast as he could, praying that Jake hadn’t left. His heart leapt when he saw the car still parked at the meter.
He looked in to see Jake in the driver’s seat with his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the headrest. Willem threw open the passenger door and climbed in next to him.
“Jake, I’m so sorry…”
Jake opened his eyes and looked at Willem. His eyes were heavy and tired.
“I promise, I didn’t mean to ruin tonight,” said Willem. “I don’t even know how I ended up there. The last thing I remember I was with you, and then…” He looked at Jake pleadingly. “I tried. I swear, I tried.”
“I know,” Jake said softly. “I could see you trying to resist it. To be honest, I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did. I thought you were gonna burst a friggin blood vessel.”
“So… you’re not mad at me?” Willem asked slowly.
Jake looked away. “I just thought we had more time,” he said quietly.
Willem furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
Jake turned to look at him. “How many men were there?”
“Jake, I don’t think-”
“How many?”
“...15.”
Jake let out a slow breath. Willem’s stomach twisted up in a knot.
“That puts you at how many, exactly?”
“95,” said Willem.
Jake laughed ruefully. “95… Fuck.”
Willem put his hand on Jake’s arm. “Hey. Look at me.” He leaned in close, his face inches away from Jake’s. “We still have a few days left,” he said softly. “Come on, let’s go back to your place. We can fool around, we can order takeout… hell, we can watch Golden Girls-”
“I can’t do this anymore,” said Jake.
Willem pulled away from him. “What are you talking about?”
“This isn’t working for me.” Jake’s face was resolute.
Willem furrowed his brow. “What, because of tonight? I thought you said you weren’t mad.”
“I’m not mad-”
“Then why? I told you, it’s not my fault. I didn’t have a choice-”
“But I do, Willem!” Jake exclaimed. “I can choose to keep putting myself through this with you, again and again, knowing that it’s killing me. Or I can stop.”
“I don’t understand,” Willem said, his voice shaking. “You’re the one who wanted to start having sex in the first place. I told you it was a bad idea, I told you-”
“Yeah, well, you were right,” said Jake.
Willem stared at him in disbelief. “So that’s it?” he said. “You fuck me and then you just drop me like a piece of trash? Just like every other guy? I’m not a fucking sex robot for you, Jake! You don’t just get to use me whenever it’s convenient for you.”
Jake laughed ruefully.
“What’s so fucking funny, huh?” snarled Willem.
Jake looked at him coldly. “Are you really going to lecture me on using people for sex? Really, Willem? Tell me, out of all 95 of those guys that you’ve fucked, how many of their names do you remember?”
Willem stared at Jake, shaking his head in disgust. “I thought that it was different with us.”
Jake laughed. “Yeah, why’s that?”
“Because I thought we were friends.”
Jake shook his head. “We were never really friends, Willem. The only thing that we even have in common is the sex, and pretty soon that’ll be gone too. So we might as well just call it quits right now.”
Willem’s eyes burned with angry tears. “So, what? You’re saying that if you can’t fuck me then you don’t want to be my friend at all?”
“I’m saying I deserve better than this!” said Jake. “I deserve better than spending $70 I can’t afford on a dinner for a boy just to try and get him to actually talk to me-”
“I told you you didn’t have to pay for dinner!” said Willem.
“It’s not about the fucking dinner, Willem-”
“Then what’s it about?” Willem said, exasperated. “I don’t understand why you’re mad at me. You know I’m trying to be a good friend. I’ve stuck to our agreement... I haven’t told you about any of the other guys. I’ve been with you. I’ve been present. Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I’m never going to be enough for you!” Jake yelled.
Willem stared at him in shock. Jake turned away as tears sprang to his eyes.
“You know it’s true, Willem. I’m never going to be enough. Not now, not when the curse is over, never. I just thought… I don’t know, I thought that if I could just make you feel good, if I could show you that I was different from all those other guys, then maybe you would…”
Willem was silent for a moment. He put his hand on Jake’s arm.
“Jake… it’s not about that. It has nothing to do with you, it really doesn’t. It’s this fucking curse. It’s ruining everything. It’s like… I can’t even remember who I am anymore. I can’t think about anything else. It’s this buzzing, it’s just here with me in my head all the time... and I can see myself doing these things but I can’t… I can’t STOP myself. I don’t know how.”
Jake turned to look at him. Willem’s eyes were wet with tears. “And the only thing that grounds me is you. When I’m with you... I feel like I have a part of me back. Like I’m okay, like I’m safe. I can’t do this without you. Please, Jake…”
He hugged Jake tightly, burying his face into Jake’s chest. Jake’s face softened as he put his arms around Willem, holding him close as he ran his fingers through the boy’s curly blond hair.
Willem lifted his head and looked into Jake’s eyes. He leaned up and kissed Jake. Jake closed his eyes, softly returning Willem’s kiss.
Willem reached up and grabbed Jake’s hair, leaning over the car seat divider and pressing his body against Jake’s. Willem’s tongue fought for entrance into Jake’s mouth as his hand reached down and started to rub Jake’s dick through his pants.
Jake put his hands on Willem’s shoulders and pushed him back. “Stop... I don’t want this.”
“Why not?” Willem said desperately.
“I just can’t,” said Jake. “I’m sorry… I never should have asked you to come out with me tonight.”
He turned his key in the ignition and started the car. “I’m going to take you home,” he said.
Willem scoffed in disbelief. “Fuck you, Jake,” he spat out as he opened the car door.
“Where are you going?” asked Jake.
“I’ll fucking find my own way home,” said Willem as he stepped out onto the street.
“Willem, get back in the car, now.”
Willem grabbed onto the car door and leaned in. “Why? Why should you give a shit about what happens to me? We were never really friends, remember?”
“I’m not doing this to punish you, Willem,” said Jake. “I’m just trying to do what’s right for me.”
“Well you’re being fucking selfish,” said Willem angrily. He slammed the car door.
“And you’re a shitty friend!” he yelled through the window.
Jake watched him walk away down the street. He grabbed the steering wheel, leaning his head against it as he sobbed like a child.
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