The Dark Side

He knew what it was as soon as he saw it. The round opening with its edges worn smooth from frequent use and the discoloration of the surface around it. He imagined all those before now who had used it, taken advantage of the anonymous nature of it, the forbidden aspect that he knew was part of its lure.

He finished pissing in the toilet, the relief so great he made a soft moaning sound, for they had been on the road for three hours and this was their first time stopping. Staring at the hole he hesitated in putting his cock back into his pants. Holding it, he wondered what it was like, the waiting for another to come in, cock in hand, anxious, aroused, the idea of the release itself. He turned in the narrow stall, undid the button on his jeans and pushed everything down till it was around his ankles. He lowered the seat and sat, cock in hand, just holding it, feeling the familiarity of it. It swelled thicker as he sat staring at the hole, stretched out to half of its erect length with no manipulation; just the idea of it was enough.

He was aware the others would be waiting for him, sitting around the table of the sandwich shop that shared space with this truck stop. It was in the middle of nowhere, some isolated region of southern Alabama. A place along their route to Fort Walton Beach for spring break. How long could he sit here he wondered as he leaned forward a little to see what view the hole gave him. He saw the floor, then the front of the toilet, and leaning over further he saw the front of the seat.

How did one know the other wanted it, wanted to take another in this anonymous fashion? He played out scenarios in his mind, the signals they might use. Notes passed through the hole scribbled on toilet paper, maybe a sound, some grunt indicating interest, or maybe there was some other signal. What was it that Republican Senator had done in some airport? Tapped the wall, no, it was tapping his foot.

The door opened to the Men’s room and he sat up quickly afraid it was one of the other guys coming in to check on him. He listened intently hearing nothing till his stall door giggled in the latch startling him. He started to say ‘occupied’ when he heard the other stall door open then close with the sound of the latch sliding into place. He saw their shadow, the way it moved within the small stall, then the light was passing back through the hole.

Silence, for a long time. No sound came from the other stall. Leaning back afraid to look through the hole he felt his cock grow in his hand as if the fear of being seen, the anxiety of being caught fueled his arousal. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he grew fully erect. Looking down at his cock he saw the shaft that curved upward when hard, thick, thicker than the arrow shaped head. He let it lift up out of his hand and watched it flex up and down. It was so enticing this sense of exposure. He took it in hand and slowly stroked till a bead pooled in the slit.

He looked over at the hole and saw the light was once again blocked. He leaned forward just a little, enough to see through the hole and he saw part of a face, the cheek of a man and he knew there was an eye at the hole watching him. He jerked back and in doing so his butt slipped forward. He was exposing more of himself, his cock right in front of the hole, and he froze. His cock flexed up and down as it drooled down the head and along the side of the shaft.

“Nice” came a soft whisper.

The guy liked what he saw, like his exhibition. He spread his legs, reached for his cock again and slowly stroked it smearing the slickness along the thick shaft. He couldn’t help it, knew he shouldn’t but he moaned at the feel of it, his hand moving along the sensitive shaft.

Looking over at the hole he saw an index finger sticking through, motioning him to come to the hole. The finger pulled back. Leaning forward he saw the guy’s mouth at the hole, open, ready to take his cock. Easing up off the toilet seat he turned to the hole, held his erection at the base and moved to it. He pushed an inch through and felt the guy tongue the head. He tried not to do it, but he moaned with pleasure as the tongue dug into the slit. He pushed further through the hole, kept pushing till he was pressed against the wall of the stall. The mouth took him, every inch, and it surprised him. No girl had ever done it, taken all of him, but this stranger, some anonymous man in some truck stop in nowhere Alabama had swallowed all him, every inch. He felt the guy swallow around the head and he shuddered with the manipulation.

He began to pump his hips, push against the stall till it squeaked. He worked his cock in the anonymous mouth, feeling the lips slide along his shaft, the tongue too when it wasn’t raking over the sensitive head. The soft heat of the mouth, slick against his cock, drove him to move his hips faster till he was fucking it, driving forward all the way.

He’d been so close and the whole scene fueled his arousal till he felt the surge of release. He pushed into the anonymous mouth and bucked against the stall as he felt cum surge through his cock. It swelled up, flexed in that mouth and spewed his load. He shook with each ejaculation as he felt the guy’s lips lock tight around the base of his shaft, swallowing over and over, taking his load as quickly as he gave it.

The mouth came off his cock and a hand held the shaft as a tongue licked over the head. He shuddered at the contact, too sensitive for further stimulation and he pulled free making the anonymous guy laugh. Suddenly embarrassed, aware of his surroundings, he quickly dressed and left the stall. He moved to the lavatory to wash his hands. He saw how his right hand shook as he reached for the faucet and he had to hold himself up by the sides of the wall hung lavatory for a moment.

The other stall door swung open and he looked in the mirror at the guy who emerged. Late twenties, maybe early thirties, rugged looking with a beard dressed in denim shirt and jeans. The guy looked at his reflection, smiled with a quick small nod of the head, then swung the door open and left. As simple as that, the guy just left. Looking in the mirror he saw himself, with his short reddish-brown hair, dark skin and lean muscular build evident with the loose white tank top he wore. He saw his green eyes staring back at him, and saw the fear, the embarrassment, the anxiety, and the questioning of himself for enjoying what had just happened. He washed his hands and stood up, his tall lean frame filling the small mirror as he straightened his tank top, tucking it back into his jeans.

The guys were still around the small table, joking around, Thomas stealing fries from Daniel and Joshua leaned back watching. He approached the table and saw his own food sat waiting for him, the sandwich, fries and drink, all untouched, unmolested by his friends.

“Damn Dylan, we were about to send in the medics. You alright?” Joshua asked leaning forward resting his elbows on the table.

“Yeah, fine. Just took a minute to push it all out” Dylan tried to joke as he sat down.

“Must have” Thomas uttered as reached for some of Dylan’s fries.

Blocking Thomas’ hand, Dylan moved his fries away from him, “Not so fast.”

They had been back on the road for about half an hour, passing along two-lane roads, cutting straight down the lower part of the state heading to Fort Walton Beach for spring break. Thomas behind the wheel of his eight-year old Grand Cherokee with Joshua riding shotgun. Daniel sat in back behind Thomas with Dylan behind Joshua. Music played over the stereo, some tunes Daniel had downloaded, as the four sat quiet watching the rural countryside pass by.

Dylan found himself looking at his three friends, guys he had always admired. He knew some called it a bromance the way they hung out together all the time, a term until now he hated. Now, he wasn’t so sure. He glanced at each guy, considering them in a new light, wondering if they would have done it. Could they cross that line, do something gay? He turned to look out the window as they passed another truck stop wondering if he could do it again.

Joshua had the sun visor pulled down to block the afternoon sun and Dylan could see him in its mirror. To generically describe Joshua was to say average height, average build, good looking in a boyish way. Even his brown hair color was average. But it was his eyes that girls always commented on, dark brown with thin arching eyebrows that gave them an animation of expression. He seemed to look right into a person instead of at them. He always came across as good natured, almost naïve in a way. But looking over the headrest into the mirror Dylan considered how there was a quietness to Joshua too, some aspect of himself he held back.

Looking over to the left between the seats sat Thomas, the shortest of the four of them, but by far the most muscular. His biceps bulged from his daily regime of workouts. And he wore the clothes to accentuate his body. Skin tight t-shirts or athletic shirts, tank tops and shirts with a slim fit, narrowing at the waist to show the broad-shouldered build of his body. Dylan looked at the tank top he wore now, the straps over the shoulders thin with large neck and arm openings. Thomas reached to adjust the air conditioning and Dylan could see the edge of his right nipple. It surprised him how he found himself looking, trying to see Thomas’ body, one he had seen many times before already, shirtless or in the showers completely naked. But there was something about the tease of it, the tank top that revealed only so much that made him look harder. Thomas lifted his ball cap and turned the bib to the front to block the sun. Dylan considered how truly black his hair was, thick, wavy jet-black hair and it made him consider the thickness of Thomas’ underarm hair and the thick pubes over this cock Dylan knew he kept trimmed.

“Hey, check that out” Daniel exclaimed, stifling a laugh.

Everyone turned to the right in time to see a bull mounting a cow and they burst out laughing.

“Damn Daniel, you must be horny to point that out. You need to get laid, my man” said Joshua as he settled back in his seat, resting his knees on the dash.

Dylan watched Daniel settle back into his seat, holding out the chips they were sharing. Daniel waved them away as he turned in the seat, propping his right leg on it as he leaned back in the corner of the seat back and door. He held up his phone searching for something on the internet or texting a message to someone. The baseball jersey he wore fit loosely around his torso, but Dylan knew he was muscular, not like Thomas and his gym routine, but more from just playing sports, running daily and swimming at the campus pool a couple of times a week. Dylan also knew Daniel was only a few inches shorter than his six-three, and his blonde hair made him the most popular with the girls, the first one they would flirt with in the bars or clubs. It was the topic of many conversations. Now he wondered if Daniel would ever cross that line, do something with another guy.

Dylan found himself shaking his head now as he considered Daniel the most straight guy he knew. For of the four of them he knew Daniel had the opportunity to have sex with another guy, having a friend from high school who was gay. Ryan had come out in tenth grade and for a long time Daniel had been the only guy not to ostracize him. Ryan had even visited Dylan on campus crashing in his room on the floor. Some other guys made comments and Daniel, in his good-natured way, rebuked them in a manner that made them apologize. Dylan knew there was a confidence in who he was that made Daniel not care that his friend was gay. Looking back toward the road ahead, Dylan knew Daniel, of the four of them, was not the one who would do something gay.

“Hey, we’re in Florida” said Joshua pointing toward the large green sign at the state line as they continued south.

For the first three days they stayed on the beach most of the day, walking along the shoreline, stopping to flirt with one group of girls after the next or just sitting on their towels watching everyone else pass by. There were volleyball games that Daniel and Dylan joined in while Joshua and Thomas cheered them on and berated them incessantly when they messed up. Breakfast was one of the fast food joints nearby or the stale muffins and coffee in the hotel, lunch was a burger or sandwich and for dinner they went to the hotel, cleaned up and went somewhere a bit healthier, something more appealing. At night it was the parties on the beach where large tents were set up, DJs playing dance music and lights strobing through the darkness. Last night they went back into town to one of the small night clubs that would be packed beyond any safe capacity with other college students.

The next morning everyone seemed half dead. Daniel had a girl in bed with him leaving Thomas to sleep on the floor. Dylan woke next to Joshua who was flat on his back, not moved since they fell into bed at some ungodly hour that morning. It was Dylan who stirred first, looked at his watch seeing it was nearly noon. He climbed out of bed, stepped over Thomas and went into the bathroom. He relieved himself, took a shower, brushed his teeth and not caring if some girl was still in the room strolled out naked to get clean clothes.

No one moved as he dressed, slipping on clean boxers, khaki shorts and a t-shirt that hung loose on his lean frame. At the dresser, next to the television he picked up his wallet and keys. He stopped when he saw Thomas’ keys, then the slid them in his pocket. He wrote a note saying he took his SUV and would be back in an hour or so. He slipped on his flip flops and eased out the door.

He drove back along the island to the main road, turned left and headed back over the bridge into town, what there was of it. He drove north till he came to a fast food joint and pulled in.

At the window he watched the traffic moving by as he ate not really giving it much consideration. He was thinking instead about that truck stop, and its men’s room with that hole in the stall. He thought about how it felt, his cock in some guy’s mouth getting sucked till he came. Adjusting his cock, he scanned the dining area to see if anyone was looking at him for he knew his expression had to be giving away his thoughts.

Back in the SUV he drove further north, not wanting to head back to the hotel room. There was a large shopping center on the right and he turned in with no purpose to it other than to kill time. He parked at some department store that sold ‘off-price’ clothing. Inside he strolled down the aisles for Men’s clothing just enjoying the air-conditioned space. Back outside he walked along the canopy passing one shop after the next till he came to a grocery store. They could use some snacks and the room had a mini-frig so he’d get some beer and sodas too. Grabbing a shopping cart, he cut across the store to the chips and snacks tossing a few bags in the cart. Circling around the back of the store he went over to the aisle with sodas grabbing a case of can drinks. He spun the cart around and headed to the aisle with beer.

When he got back to the hotel room he found Daniel gone with Thomas and Joshua on the narrow balcony each drinking a cup of coffee. He put the beer in the fridge and chips on the dresser and went out to see what their plans were for the day.

“Where did you go?” Joshua asked.

Leaning against the wall to one side Dylan looked out over the beach at the college students lying in the sun, playing volley ball or just walking along the shoreline. He could hear the music from the tents up the beach where the sponsors for spring break were set up.

“Just to grab a bite to eat and grab some stuff at a grocery store” Dylan replied.

“What did you get?” asked Thomas.

“Some chips and a couple cases of beer.”

“Sweet” Thomas uttered.

Dylan looked down at his friends seeing how both were shirtless, Thomas in swim trunks and Joshua in just a pair of boxers. He looked at their bare upper torsos and down along their legs, more so Joshua who had his feet up on the railing. He tried not to do it, but he stared at their crotches and when he looked at Joshua’s he realized the fly was gapped open and he could see pubic hair and some skin. He found himself staring knowing it was the wrinkled skin of cock.

Joshua pulled his feet down letting his chair rest back on all four legs and Dylan looked up pretending to have been watching the scenes on the beach.

“I’m going down to the beach; you guys coming?” Joshua asked as he went inside.

“Yeah” Thomas replied.

“I’ll be down in a few” Dylan added as he took Joshua’s chair.

Dylan watched Joshua and Thomas walk across the sand to an area near other students and spread out their towels. He wanted to join them, but he also wanted some time alone, time to wander around on his own. It’d been four days since the incident and he felt an anxiousness about it, a desire to have it happen again. But the beach with all the crowds of students didn’t seem to be the place. He thought of doing a search online but couldn’t go so far as to search some gay websites looking for sex, even though he knew there were probably a lot of guys doing it.

He went back inside their room, stripped out of his clothes and put on his swimming trunks and a tank top that had thin straps that revealed much of his upper body. In the mirror he saw how it barely concealed his nipples. When he bought it, he had told himself it was for the beach but in hindsight he knew he wanted the exposure for other reasons. He made his way down, strolled out onto the beach crossing the dry sand strip between the hotel and shoreline at an angle, cutting away from the guys so he could avoid them. He walked eastward along the shoreline using his dark shades to conceal his eyes as he looked at the guys more than the girls.

It was so odd, this sudden fascination with the male body, not that he had not admired their physiques before, but he had considered that just admiration, something nonsexual. This was different, something that scared him a bit, something that seemed taboo to too many in society.

He had walked down the shoreline for nearly an hour, his pace a leisurely stroll, when he came to one the raised walks that went from a small public parking lot over the small natural area that managed to survive the onslaught of development, down to the edge of the beach proper. He could see the small pavilions and what looked like a bathhouse at the end of the board walk. He needed to piss so he walked up the sloping walk to the level section heading inland. He passed three girls heading to the beach, one carrying a cooler and the other two carrying towels. About half way across he passed two guys sitting on the rail and he nodded at them. One wore only white swim trunks, his lean upper body tanned from too much sun and the other wore an unbuttoned shirt revealing a muscular chest. After passing them he laughed to himself how he had not spoken to the girls but had the guys, going so far as to check them out. He was not thinking like his old self.

After pissing, he headed back across the walk. The guys were still sitting as he came upon them. The guy with the unbuttoned shirt slid off the rail and stood, revealing a height that nearly matched his own.

“Hey, how’s it going?” the guy asked as Dylan came astride of him.

“Good, and about you guys?”

“Oh, you know. Too much sun and bored with the day…” he replied laughing, then leaning toward Dylan, lowering his voice, “ready for the night, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

 “What about you? I bet it has been nonstop for you.”

“Nah, not really. Nothing that…” and Dylan hesitated, wondering how to respond. Should he say what he was thinking. The guys were looking at him like they could attack him right here out in the open, each one looking up and down his body. “Well, nothing really exciting. I thought there would be more interesting parties happening” he added as he let his eyes move up and down the guy’s body.

The guy laughed, looked back at his friend and Dylan saw him wink.

“We’re having a party tonight, of sorts.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, sort of a night for some exploration.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“It will be. You want to join us. It will be the best night of your life…I promise.”

“I might. I assume I should ditch my friends for this special night.”

“Yeah, too many will mess up the…rotation.”

The shirtless guy moved up next to his buddy holding out a business card for a hotel on the island, one on the intercoastal side. On the back was a room number and time:

236

10:00 pm

Dylan reached out for it as the guy introduced himself and his buddy.

“I’m Jack and this talkative fool is Chris.”

“Dylan.”

“Nice to meet you Dylan, and I do hope you make it tonight.”

Back in the room Dylan laid the card on the dresser with his wallet on top. It was nearly five o’clock and the guys were laid out on the beds asleep. Joshua stirred as he crossed the room going to the balcony.

“Where have you been?”

“Just walked down the beach. I felt so hungover I needed to move around.”

“I should have gone with you” Joshua replied rubbing his eyes with his fist.

“What do you guys want to do for dinner?”

“Daniel is going to some party with that girl and Thomas said something about going over into town to some restaurant then hanging out at this sports bar to watch the end of some game.”

“If it’s okay, I’ll pass. I can walk over to that restaurant near where the road hits the main one. I don’t feel like hanging out in some bar tonight.”

“Suit yourself.”

Dylan went out on the balcony and looked back over his shoulder at Joshua, watching him rummage for clean clothes, pick up his towel and head into the bathroom. Sitting on the balcony he watched the sun fall in the western sky, lower and lower as the day wore to an end. He heard Joshua come out and mess around inside the room. Joshua woke Thomas and Daniel telling them they should get dressed. Dylan listened to them moving around in the room as they joked around with Daniel, talked about where the restaurant was located, then about how he wasn’t going with them.

“You’re ditching us” Thomas called out to Dylan on the balcony.

“Yeah, just for tonight. I’m still hungover a bit and just want to take it easy tonight.”

“Pussy” Thomas taunted him, making Joshua laugh.

Daniel left around seven and a few minutes later Joshua stuck his head out telling Dylan they were leaving too.

Dylan went inside, pulled out the clothes he had packed wondering what to wear. His hunch was as little as possible. He had two more pair of cargo shorts and two pair of jeans, one he didn’t know why he packed. They were his old button fly jeans, worn and faded, the knees blown out and a few rips where the denim had worn completely through. He loved the feel of them, the softness of the worn fabric and the way they fit on his waist. And he loved the way they looked, like they could slide right off the way the waist rolled out just a bit. Just enough a hand could fit down in them easily.

He decided to walk to the restaurant as he was dressed, coming back afterward to shower and change. He picked up the hotel business card and his wallet and headed out the door. He had to wait to even get a seat at the bar, the place packed with other students. By the time he grabbed a burger, paid his check and got back to the hotel room it was after nine. He knew it would take him at least fifteen minutes, if not longer, to get to the hotel those guys were staying, so he jumped in the shower, rushed through bathing, dried off, brushed his teeth, applied deodorant and a light mist of cologne. Back in the room he grabbed up a pair of boxers, started to put one leg through on opening and stopped. He looked up in the mirror thinking about what could lay ahead. He saw himself as a man on the prowl, looking for something different. He tossed the boxers back into his suitcase and pulled out the old worn jeans, slipped them on and buttoned up the fly. He pulled out a tank top, a white one that hung loose on his body. As he pulled it on he noticed one button in the fly of his jeans was slipped free of the hole. It made the fly bow out, appear ready to spread open, so he left it alone. He slipped his feet into running shoes, grabbed up his wallet and the card and took off.

The warm night air, with the scent of the gulf, felt good, the way the sea breeze caressed his skin. His hair was wavy, felt thicker than normal with all the exposure to the salt water. He ran his hand through it pushing it back as he walked down the sidewalk. He crossed the street at the hotel, an older one, only two stories in height, with the old layout of parking in the center with most of the rooms surrounding it. The stair on one end led him to the rooms in the low two-hundreds, so he walked along the open walk watching students come and go. He got to the base of the u-shaped hotel and found the rooms in range of the one in which he was searching. In front of him was 234, with 233 and 232 to the left on the open side of the building. To his right in a narrow section that faced the side of the building was 235, so he went into the dark passage finding the last room was 236. Looking around he found himself alone and it was strangely quiet in this back section of the hotel with sounds from the parking lot muted.

He knocked on the door and heard a voice inside, then the door open with its chain on as an eye looked out.

“Hey, I’m Dylan. Chris and Jack…”

“Oh yeah, come on in. We’re about to get this party started” the guy said before pushing the door to, unhooking the chain then swinging it open. The guy was average height, good build, wearing nothing but white gym shorts that revealed the outline of his cock. Dylan moved into the room noticing how the guy gave him the once over, eyes moving downward then back up.

The room was unusually dark, created by a shirt draped over the only lamp that was on. But what caught his attention first and foremost was the naked guy on his knees. Like everyone at the beach, he looked late teens or early twenties, dark hair, light fair skin and lean build. He had a thin goatee, bare skin below his bottom lip leaving just a line of beard along the side of his mouth down around his chin.

Dylan stared openly at the guy, really studied him, for it was possible to do so, seemingly encouraged by the others. He noticed the guy had on a black leather collar and visible around each ankle black leather cuffs. The way the guy’s arms were pulled back behind him, Dylan assumed they were cuffed as well, and apparently locked together.

“He’s a cutie, isn’t he, Chris said coming out of the bathroom and standing beside Dylan.

Dylan turned and saw Chris was wearing only a pair of shorts and looking around the room he saw Jack in a chair in the corner, wearing jeans with the button undone.

“Have you met everyone?” Chris asked.

“No, not really” Dylan replied, then pointed to the guy who let him in.

“Oh, that bastard is Mike and before us, tonight’s entertainment, is someone we found a couple days ago wandering along the beach. Meet Sean.”

Dylan nodded toward Mike but only stared at Sean, sensing anything else would be too much. He watched Jack get up and move to Sean, hooking a finger in the ring at the front of the collar jerking him to his feet.

“Turn around” Jack commanded, and Sean turned around letting Jack unhook his wrist. “now get on the bed.”

Sean knew what to do, holding his arms straight out to his side where Jack and Mike tied them down to a rope that was already secured to the bed. Chris moved to the foot of the bed, pushed his shorts down till they fell around his feet. He stepped out of them and climbed on the bed on his knees, walking up between Sean’s legs, then straddling his hips he moved on up till he was hovering over Sean’s chest.

“Suck it” Chris commanded, and Dylan watched Sean lift his head and take Chris’ cock.

Soon they could hear Sean’s ministrations, the sound of his suctioning mouth with the occasional pop of letting it slip free. Chris ran his hands through Sean’s thick dark hair and grabbed two fistfuls of it. He held Sean’s head in place as he fucked his mouth. Sean took it, chocking a couple of times as Chris shoved cock down his throat.

Chris pushed Sean’s head back and climbed off the bed, looking over at Dylan.

“Your turn…show us what ya got” said Chris.

Dylan looked around the room and saw Jack back in the chair with his jeans pushed down to mid-thigh stroking a hard cock. Mike was naked leaning against the wall as he lazily stroked his cock. He looked at Dylan, shrugged his shoulders then nodded toward Sean.

Dylan took his jeans by one side of the tack button and pulled, getting each button to slip free till they spread open revealing his half hard cock. He pushed them down and worked each leg free and tossed the jeans over a chair. He stroked his cock a couple of times then moved to the bed. He climbed over Sean’s chest and rubbed his cock over the guy’s lips, up over his face then back to his lips.

The lips parted and took Dylan, let him push forward till his pubes were pressed in the guy’s face. He pulled back and felt the manipulation of his cock, a tongue swirling around the head and the slickness of the mouth along his thickening shaft.

“Jesus” Dylan uttered under his breath as he began to fuck Sean’s mouth, to drive his hips forward till the breath was cut off and Sean turned red in the face. He pulled back and felt the thick saliva coating his cock, then he pushed back inward. As he worked his hips, pushing forward then pulling back, he tugged his tank top over his head and tossed it in the direction of his jeans, not caring where it landed.

“You like that…that sweet boy mouth…it’s nice isn’t it” Chris was uttering as he kneeled by the bed. He watched up close Sean taking Dylan’s cock. “Dylan, you should try his ass. It’s even better. Nice and tight when you first shove it in but nice and wet after we all take a turn.”

Dylan barely registered what Chris was saying till he mentioned fucking Sean’s ass and he turned to Chris with a questioning look. Chris just nodded his head this time, smiling wickedly. Jack moved up to the bed and pushed Dylan to move back to between Sean’s legs. Jack straddled Sean’s head and held his hands out.

“Lift his legs till I can hold them.”

Dylan realized what Jack was going to do and he lifted both legs up, folding Sean over till Jack had each one. He pulled them apart and over. Hands behind each knee, he folded Sean in half holding each leg down by his chest.

Dylan didn’t need to be told what to do, he moved to Sean ass, rubbed his wet slick cock over it, rubbed the opening till it glistened in the dim light then he pushed against it till the arrowed shaped head breached the tight opening. He kept pushing, hearing Sean moan and grunt beneath Jack. He pushed every inch into Sean. He felt it, Sean’s body shivering at his full penetration, and Jack and Chris laughed.

“Yeah, fuck the bitch” Mike uttered from the side of the room, and Dylan pulled back feeling every inch squeeze through the tight opening then he shoved back in. Several times, slow, real slow, so he could feel every inch of his cock milked by that tight hole. When Sean loosened to his penetration he began to fuck, to drive his cock into that hole with a lust for sex he had never felt before.

“Give me some room” said Dylan to Jack, wanting him out of the way. Jack slid off the bed as Dylan let Sean’s legs rest on his shoulders. He moved up and over the prone body, felt the legs press to his chest, quivering with every push inward. He drove his cock into Sean all the way letting his abdomen smack against Sean’s upturned ass. The guys were positioned on their knees around the bed watching Dylan’s cock piston in Sean’s tight hole, pulling outward, glistening in the dim light, then plunging back in, all the way. The bed squeaked noisily with their fuck.

“Fuck…take me” Dylan uttered as he held his body up on toes and elbows leveraging all his strength as he hammered away at Sean.

“Yeah…fuck him…fuck him harder” Chris urged as Dylan felt a hand on his own ass pushing down with every stroke encouraging him to drive inward harder.

 Dylan was in rhythm, his body just fucking without any forethought when a knock came from the door.

“See who that is” Chris said to Mike.

Dylan didn’t register the conversation from the door, didn’t notice when the door was opened then closed but when he heard the familiar voice, the gasp as someone came into the room he turned and saw Joshua watching him fuck the prone body beneath. He couldn’t stop, the need for release to great. He turned away from Joshua, instead looked down at Sean watching the change in expression, from the initial penetration of pain to now, an expression of pure pleasure. Eyes closed, mouth open grunting and moaning, Sean was unaware of the presence of another in the room, someone else watching Dylan’s cock piston inward and out of his hole.

“Jesus…Dylan” Joshua uttered. Dylan assumed Joshua would leave, would be disgusted by what was happening but he saw movement to his side and saw Joshua come into the room and lean against the wall. There was something about it, Joshua watching him as he fucked Sean. He realized he liked it, Joshua watching him, and he fucked harder till the sound of bodies smacking together filled the room. The bed squeaked and rocked obscenely as Dylan felt his exertion, the heat of his body. He felt on fire.

Sean began to beg, to plead with Dylan to fuck him, to fuck him hard. Dylan pulled up, grabbed his legs and twisted his hips around. He moved over the twisted torso and sank back into his hole, pushing in at a different angle, all the way till Sean was crying out. He held himself up and let the guys watch his cock pull outward then sink back in, over and over and over. Sometimes he pulled out all the way and it made Sean cry out when he slammed back through his loose opening, plunging in till his hips smacked against Sean’s ass.

“Jesus” Joshua uttered in a low voice and Dylan didn’t know if Sean was aroused by what he saw or disgusted. But he didn’t care, not at this moment. All he cared about was the feel of his cock plowing into Sean’s depths.

He didn’t realize it till too late, the surge of release that raced through his body, his cock so hard it ached, and as he hammered away at Sean’s hole he came, thrusting inward, all his rhythm lost, as he climaxed, his cock ejaculating wad after wad into Sean.

Finally spent, heaving for breath, Dylan realized he was covered in sweat. He pulled free and eased to his feet, his cock half hard and dripping. He watched Mike move over Sean, force him up on all fours as he got into position. There was no teasing or manipulation, just Mike shoving his cock into Sean’s leaking hole and begin to fuck.

Dylan glanced over to Joshua who was staring at him. He still looked shocked, but Dylan saw Joshua was stroking his cock. He watched the movement of hand along hard shaft, the way Joshua would stroke to the head, twist his hand around over it then stroke back down. Joshua seemed to want something, his mouth opening to say something only to close again. Then he turned to Mike fucking Sean.

Dylan knew it was now or never for him to find out how Joshua was going to react, and he moved over and stood beside him watching Mike’s ass rise and fall, fucking Sean with a furious pace. The others urged Mike on, making lewd comments about Sean and his ability to take a fuck.

“How did you find me?” Dylan asked without looking over.

“I saw the business card for this hotel and the room number on back.”

It took a moment, but Dylan finally remembered the card wasn’t under his wallet as he had left it, but on top. “Are you okay?” he asked as he watched Mike shove inward hard and shudder, knowing he was filling Sean’s hole.

“Yeah…I…” Joshua began, stammering to a stop. He finally looked up at Dylan, “are you gay?”

“I don’t know…” Dylan responded, then watching Chris flip Sean on his back, fold him in half and shove his wet cock into him, he whispered, “maybe.”

“God…this is intense” Joshua uttered, and Dylan saw how he was stroking a wet cock, hand moving slickly along the shaft. Dylan suddenly imagined taking it in his mouth, wanting to feel Joshua fill it, the push inward over his tongue then the pull back. He wanted to know what it was like to take a man in his mouth. He eased to his knees in front of Joshua who watched him with a surprised expression. He pushed Joshua’s hand away and took it, held it up looking at it with lust in his eyes. He stuck out his tongue touching the wet head. The taste was pleasant, an odd sweetness he’d never experienced before. He moved to it, put his lips to the head and pushed forward feeling the wet shaft slid through them.

“Fuck” Joshua uttered, as he put his hands on Dylan’s head. He leaned his shoulders back against the wall and pushed out with his hips forcing his cock to the back of Dylan’s throat cutting off his air. He felt Dylan shift in front of him, felt the mouth move on his cock, pulling back then plunging back down.

Dylan liked the feel of Joshua in his mouth, and he liked even more the sense of control he had over him, the way Joshua so easily submitted. He held Joshua by the hips and worked his mouth in a steady rhythm feeling Joshua trying to push forward. Joshua’s whole body shuddered within his hands. Far too soon he felt it, the way Joshua cock swelled thicker, seemed to push further into his mouth, then suddenly, without warning filling it with cum. He swallowed as wad after wad hit the back of this throat, Joshua jerking back and forth with each ejaculation till he was spent.

Joshua’s cock didn’t go soft, stayed hard in Dylan’s mouth and he wondered what else Joshua would do now that he had gone this far. Unconcerned about what was happening on the bed, the cries coming from Sean as each of the other guys took turns fucking him. Dylan was focused on only one thing. He stood up, turned Joshua to the wall and reached around his waist. He didn’t know if Joshua understood what he was doing but he didn’t ask, assuming Joshua would stop him if unwilling to go further. He undid Joshua’s jeans, roughly pulling them open, then downward along with the boxers underneath. He kissed the back of Joshua’s neck as he took his cock in hand stroking it, keeping it hard.

“I want to fuck you” Dylan whispered as he pushed his cock against Joshua’s ass working his hips, so it would slide up and down along the cleft between the cheeks.

Joshua made no reply as Dylan pushed his hands together on the wall and held them against it, pulled up over his head. Dylan used his other hand to hold his cock down, kicking Joshua’s legs apart and back a step bending his torso and spreading his ass cheeks. Dylan put this cock to Joshua’s hole and pushed against its tightness. He wondered if Joshua would suddenly tell him to stop, try to pull away, instead he felt the push back, the increase of pressure on the head of his cock. He gave a short thrust forward and felt the head of his cock squeeze through Joshua’s tightness. Joshua shivered and stifled a cry out as he pushed inch after inch through the tight opening.

Dylan sank all the way into Joshua savoring the heat that enveloped his cock, the way the tight ring of Joshua’s opening gripped his shaft. He pulled back slowly feeling every inch pull back through that tight ring, then pushed forward repeating the sensation till he couldn’t take it any longer and he began to fuck.

Dylan didn’t notice how the room grew quiet, the only sound Joshua’s moans and grunts and Dylan’s hips smacking against his ass. They didn’t look around to see the guys lying across the bed watching as he held Joshua against the wall and fucked him. He reached around and took Joshua in hand and stroked him in rhythm with his fuck; a hard, fast furious pace. Leaning forward he kissed the back of Joshua’s neck again, pushed his face into the messed up brown hair capturing Joshua’s scent.

“Come for me…come on, Joshua, come for me” Dylan whispered in Joshua’s ear as he fucked him, driving his cock into Joshua’s depths. Joshua began to breath harder, to push back when he shoved forward trying to take him deeper.

“Jesus, fuck that ass” Chris exclaimed from the bed and Dylan suddenly remembered they were in the room and too quiet. He glanced back and saw them lying side by side across the bed watching with rapt attention as he fucked Joshua. Why he did it he didn’t know. Maybe he knew this night, in this hotel room was about the exhibition of sex, the putting on a performance for the others as he pleasured himself, first with Sean, now with Joshua. He wrapped his arm around Joshua’s neck, sank his cock all the way into his body and spun him around to face the guys.

“Come on Joshua, come…let them see you get off” Dylan urged Joshua as he resumed fucking him, driving his cock all the way into his depths, hips slamming against ass. He stroked Joshua’s cock as he slammed into his depths and Joshua became animated within his grasp, began to shove back on his cock then push forward through his fist as his whole body shuddered. Dylan straightened up then leaned back stretching Joshua out in front of the guys as he thrust so hard into his hole it rocked his hips forward. “Shoot that load…come on…fuck…fuck…FUCK” Dylan cried out as he felt his own release, the cum surge through his cock and explode into Joshua’s depths. He thrust inward with each release filling Joshua’s hole then he felt it, the tightening on his cock, Joshua’s hole spasm around his shaft then Joshua’s cock flex in his hand.

“Goddamn” someone uttered as Joshua came, cum flying through the air spattering on the bed and carpet. Dylan stroked Joshua till he was spent and trying to pull his cock free of his grasp.

Dylan and Joshua slid down the wall sitting on the floor, both breathing hard, their cocks finally flaccid. No one said anything for a long time as the smell of sex filled the air. There was movement on the bed and they saw Sean push Jack onto his back, move over him and sit down on his cock. Sean rode him in a slow rhythm. Joshua and Dylan watched for a few minutes, but they were spent, and the sex between Sean and Jack no longer interested them.

“Let’s go” Dylan whispered to Joshua as he stood up. He moved around the room gathering his clothes slipping on the jeans then the tank top. By the time he was dressed, feet slipped back into the sandals Joshua had his jeans and boxers back in place and waiting at the door. “Guys it has been fun, but we have to go.”

There were mumbled goodbyes, as everyone focused on Jack and Sean, so Dylan went to the door wondering if Joshua would be able to look at him after their sex. He was pleasantly surprised to see him smiling then reaching out to take his hand, guiding him out the door.

They were through the parking lot and back across the street before Joshua said anything. Dylan waited, wanting to know how Joshua would respond, desperate even to know. He wondered if this would be a spring break experiment, just some night of going further than usual, or was there be more to it.

“Dylan?”

“Yeah?”

“Back in that hotel room, that was…”

“You sorry about what happened?”

“NO, not at all. It was…what about you? Have you done that before?”

“No, it was the first time I fucked a guy.”

“Would you do it again…if the opportunity arose?”

Dylan hesitated, afraid to answer, but afraid if he wasn’t honest he’ll miss an opportunity he didn’t fully understand. He glanced over at Joshua then back to the dimly lit sidewalk. “Yes, I’d do it again. I’d do it with you” he added, taking a big chance at expressing how he suddenly felt.

“Yeah…me too.”

Three years later.

Dylan and Joshua developed a relationship slowly, at first just having sex with each other, Dylan always on top with Joshua submitting. It was strange at first, the way Joshua wanted sex. The role-play of submission to Dylan, never seeming to have any limits, their sex getting more and more physical. Dylan struggled with it, his role in their relationship till he stumbled across a website, began to see the possibilities. Understanding came to him, the true desires Joshua had toward him. He accepted his role, and in doing so grew closer to Joshua.

They were graduated from college, both living in a major city where Dylan worked in marketing and Joshua was interning at a design firm. They were finding their way, each in their chosen career and as a couple. It had been tougher on Dylan at first, the realization he could have a serious relationship with another guy. His imagining of a future with someone began to include Joshua to such a degree he couldn’t deny what it meant.

It was a Friday night in the city, the first Friday of the month and it was Leather Night at the club over in the old warehouse district where it had been for decades. The men came in their gear; harnesses, leather vests or shirts, with tight jeans or leather pants and always the thick soled heavy black boots. Some arrived alone looking for someone to dominant them or someone to dominate. The bartenders stayed busy and the music reverberated off the old wood paneled walls and through the chain link fencing that encircled the dance floor.

Dylan and Joshua arrived just before the main crowd, enjoying the display of different attire each man wore as they arrived. It was Joshua who looked forward to the night more so than Dylan, eager to show how he was Dylan’s boy, the one who was willing to do anything to please him, to be submissive, subjecting himself to the pleasures of their play. Dylan was still learning but over the last year he had taken Joshua to levels of pleasure neither knew before. And for Joshua, it seemed he was happier than ever before, content to be Dylan’s partner, and at times the one who provided pleasure.

Dylan parked in their usual area, a lot around the corner from the building. He wore a harness that revealed his lean upper body, one that had filled out more in the last three years, no longer looking like a teenager but more like a man. He wore tight jeans that bulged at the crotch, sometimes painfully so when Joshua would manipulate him in some way. He came around to the passenger door and hooked a leash to the collar around Joshua’s neck. He tugged lightly, and Joshua stepped down from their Jeep, wearing only the collar, wrist cuffs, torn faded jeans and black boots. Dylan had made him work out over the last couple of years and his body was toned, no longer soft. His fair white skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting as he walked in front of Dylan.

Inside Joshua took his place in front of Dylan who pulled him back on occasion just to feel his bare back against his own body. They saw the looks, the way some men stared at Joshua, so intently it made Dylan smile. As the bar filled up Dylan would lead Joshua out to the patio taking up a position where they could watch the other guys. When the flogging demonstration began Dylan ran his hand down Joshua’s chest to the expanding crotch feeling the cock within grow erect. Joshua hummed with excitement as his body actually shook against Dylan. They stayed till after one then told their new friends goodnight and headed home. They rented an old house, one on the edge of town that afforded them more privacy than an apartment.

Once home they moved to the spare bedroom, one set up for their play, the rituals they had come to love. Stripped of his jeans, Joshua let Dylan secure him to the cross in the corner of the room. The flogger struck his fair skin hard enough to make it sensitive to the contact, then the blows came harder, faster, till the skin glowed red where stuck. Joshua would squirm in his bonds, twist away from the blows but never, ever say the safe word. After Dylan had his back, ass and thighs glowing red he stopped and left the room leaving him secured to the cross.

Dylan knew it was the anticipation more than anything else. Joshua left to wonder what was next or how far his limits would be pushed? And he revealed himself every time, no matter how much he cried out, no matter how much he twisted or turned in his bonds or pleaded for Dylan to stop. His cock would  grow hard and after a while drool would drip to the floor.

Dylan came back and moved Joshua to the stockade. On his knees he put his head and hands over the lower half, and Dylan secured the top half in place. He couldn’t see what Dylan was doing, unable to turn and look over his shoulder. He heard him moving around then felt a hand rub over his ass, fingers probing down between his cheeks touching him, making him want more. Then the burning sensation of the first hit with a paddle, then the next and the next. He flinched with the pain, fought not to cry out but after several blows he couldn’t help it.

“Please…stop…owwWW” he cried out as Dylan brought the paddle down again, this time on his thighs. He shuddered as the pain shot up his spine.

Then Dylan did stop, and next he felt it, fingers probing his opening, pushing in roughly, penetrating as deeply as they could. He wanted to push back. Wanted to see how deeply he could get them into his body. When he felt the stretch, the pain of several fingers pushing through his opening he moaned.

Dylan laughed as he twisted fingers around inside of Joshua’s hole.

The fingers pulled out and Dylan’s cock touched his opening, then pushed in, all the way. Joshua bucked in the stockade, fought to move forward, to slow the penetration but he didn’t cry out. He took Dylan, all of him, every inch.

Dylan fucked at a furious pace, hips pounding against his ass and he knew this first fuck was going to be quick, a way to lube his hole. Dylan held his hips and hammered his hole, didn’t let up till he came, shoving inward with every ejaculation. Then he pulled out.

Joshua tried to rest, find a way to comfortably rest his neck and wrists in the stockade. He felt cool liquid trickle down his thigh as he listened to Dylan. He heard him move to the bench, heard the snap of a latex glove being put on then he heard the approach. The gloved hand touched him, fingers raking through the cum leaking from his hole, then used it to penetrate him again. They pushed inward, enough fingers to stretch him some more. He shuddered at the pain of it, the way his opening fought against this manipulation. He felt the twisting motion, the in and out of several fingers. Then he felt the tightness as Dylan tried to push his whole hand through his opening.

He moaned, bucking in the stockage, the rough wood cutting into his wrist and neck. His body felt detached from his brain, shuddering against his will. His heart raced, and his skin grew hot till he felt sweat trickle down his sides.

Dylan had done this before, many times before and it was always the same. The slow process of stretching him open then the pain as the hand slips through. He felt it, Dylan’s hand push through and his opening tighten around the wrist. He froze, almost afraid to move while Dylan held still. He wondered how deep Dylan would go this time.

He lost track of time, bent over in the stockade with the hand holding still in his hole. There was something about the fullness of it and the way his opening slowly loosened to it, accepting the thickness of Dylan’s wrist. Then he felt the twist of it followed by the slow push inward, inch by inch, going deeper and deeper. It seemed like the whole arm was sinking into his body.

It never stopped amazing Dylan how Joshua took it, all the things he did in showing control, demonstrating how Joshua belonged to him now. Yes, he loved him, more than any person he’d known before, but he also felt the sexual nature of their relationship, this push to explore each other’s limits, especially Joshua’s as they tried new things. There was something so wickedly arousing when he spanked Joshua’s ass, or used the flogger till Joshua glowed red and begged him to fuck him. It was only a month ago they jokingly talked of fisting, something that sounded so violent on the surface, so associated with a man’s fist, as if ready to fight. But it wasn’t like that, not for them. This entering of another, the fingers, then the hand and finally the forearm, all squeezing through the tight ring of Joshua’s opening then sinking into the hot soft recesses of his body.

Even now, after several times, it still aroused him, his cock angled up, hard and dripping, as he eased his arm deeper and deeper. Joshua quivered with the penetration, moaned and grunted as he pushed inward. He pushed deeper than before, just a bit further till Joshua bucked against the stockade. He pulled back, slowly, feeling the tight ring of Joshua’s opening slide along his arm. He pulled back till only his hand was inside Joshua then he pushed inward again. He felt the shuddering body take him, felt the way Joshua actually pushed back and he fought the urge to push in faster. It aroused him, the way he could penetrate Joshua, the ease at which he could sink into his body. His cock angled upward, hard, so hard it flexed up and down. With his other hand he raked his thumb over the head smearing the bead pooled at the slit. It felt so good he shuddered; then pushed inward a few more inches feeling the heat of Joshua envelope his arm.

As he worked his hand inward and out he watched Joshua, the quivering of his skin, the way it glistened more brightly as sweat formed on its surface. Joshua bucked against the stockade as he pushed inward. When he felt the spasming around his wrist he knew. Reaching around he took Joshua in hand feeling each flex as it ejaculated. He rubbed the head till it was slick with cum and Joshua tried to pull away. It never failed; Joshua came with the stimulation of a fist sinking in his body.

Dylan eased his arm back then his hand. Joshua’s hole remained open, slowly closing as he watched. He wanted to shove his cock into it, wanted to feel that opening close down on his shaft, but he waited. Waited for it close for he wanted Joshua to feel his cock penetrate him, wanted him to experience it anew, the stretching open one more time. He watched it close and he moved up behind Joshua, held his hips and punched through it again, this time with his cock.

“OH…fuck…fuck…” Joshua uttered as Dylan pushed inward all the way till his hips smacked against ass.

Dylan held him tightly as he fucked. He fucked with the urgency of someone on fire. The room echoed with the sound of bodies smacking together and the whorish grunts from Joshua. He would pull back nearly all the way and shove forward, over and over. When he pulled back too far, his cock pulling free he didn’t hesitate, just forced it back in sinking all the way once more.

All too soon he felt the surge of release and he sank inward all the way and thrust forward with each ejaculation filling Joshua’s hole. He slowly pulled back and then pushed forward savoring the feel of his cock sliding through his slick load.

Joshua was in bed, naked, hands bound together and secured to the headboard. Dylan slid in next to him, spooned up to the naked form. It always felt good, the way their naked bodies fit together. The heat of it, this contact between them, his cock pushed against Joshua’s ass. It aroused him again, till his cock grew erect. As tired as he felt, Joshua felt too good and he pushed against the tight opening till he felt the head of his cock penetrate. He pushed inward all the way. Soon he had Joshua rolled onto his stomach as he held himself over him. He worked his hips up and down driving his cock through the loosened hole, at times slowly, feeling every inch squeeze through then he would hammer his cock into Joshua, bouncing his hips off Joshua’s ass. When he came he pulled out, rolled to Joshua’s side pulling him against his chest.

Joshua quickly dozed off and Dylan held him feeling the way his body moved in his sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, the small squirming movements and how he rubbed up against him. He put his nose to the back of Joshua’s head capturing his scent. \

It was so strange, the last three years. How their relationship developed, the slow reveal of what they wanted from the other and the pleasure they derived from it once those admissions were made. He’d never felt so sexually aroused by anyone like Joshua aroused him, the way he gave himself, the complete abandoning of what was considered the norm.

After the first time he used a flogger, one Joshua had surprised him with as a birthday present, they had laid on the bed talking about what they had done as he ran his fingers over the still red skin. ‘What would their friends think?’ Dylan had asked stifling a laugh. Joshua had turned to him, smiling wickedly.

“Just tell them we’re exploring our dark side.”