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Mr. Marcelo was a mature and lonely man, a reserved individual who found comfort in the privacy of his home. After long days of work, he would return to his house to immerse himself in the secret world that he had built around him.

His fascination with big, muscular men was something he kept in the dark, jealously guarding his most intimate tastes. One afternoon, when he got home and turned on the computer, he got carried away with his favorite porn movies of muscular men. Excitement coursed through every fiber of his being as he hungrily watched the scenes that were so familiar to him.

Unable to contain himself, he began to touch the thin body that he had kept hidden under layers of baggy clothing for so long. He was overcome by a wave of desire as his muscles hardened and his nipples rose in response to the pleasure.

A metamorphosis seemed to take hold of him at that moment; His body grew and transformed before his very eyes, breaking the seams of his tight clothing. A guttural growl escaped his lips as he experienced intense orgasms that shook his entire being.

After that revealing experience, Don Marcelo woke up the next day as if nothing had changed. However, upon looking in the mirror, he discovered that he was now a muscular grandfather posing in front of him in a tight blue thong.

Terrified by the sudden transformation of his body, Don Marcelo was forced to find ingenious ways to hide his new appearance from his co-workers and acquaintances. Although fearful of the judgment of others, he also felt an internal liberation at finally being able to show himself as he truly was.

A Beta makes, an Alpha takes

TW: homophobic slurs

Eduardo Garcia was a content creator who, like many others in his field, lived in the SolCal area. He was a self-described ladies man and an amateur pick-up artist. Most of his videos and livestreams focused on giving life advice for men. That night was the same as it always was, with Ed saying his catchphrase, “A beta makes, an alpha takes,” to his impressionable audience.

Once the stream ended and he counted his donations, Ed made his way to the bar. It didn’t take long for him to find another girl to screw. His type was always the same: eager young women new to town and looking for something deep and steady.

After a long and sensual session, the girl whose name he forgot asked if what Ed wanted for breakfast that morning. She had wanted to cuddle, but Ed’s protests kept her at bay. Ed pretended to think for a while before saying, “I’ll treat ya. It’ll be a surprise,” before kissing her.

Around five the following morning, Ed snuck out of her apartment having lost zero winks of sleep that night. ‘Not my fault there’s so many suckers in this town,’ he thought to himself, grinning the whole way back to his apartment. ‘They wouldn’t fall for fellas like me if they had a lick of common sense. I just do what I do. If they don’t wise up then it’s on them.’

That morning should’ve been like all the other ones for Ed. He was in a fantastic mood to grab a quick bite and then spend some time in the gym after scoring as hard as he did the night before. However, just as he reached the floor his apartment was on, he caught sight of his neighbor standing unusually still.

Carlos was exactly everything that Ed hated about the SolCal area. They were in the same field as influencers, but Carlos focused more on “Affirmations of the self,” and “Queer rights,” and other stuff Ed had long-since forgotten about. Carlos had gone to great detail to explain, but Ed had mostly tuned out whatever didn’t relate to Carlos’ follower count or the cash he was making. Knowing the two would never get along, Ed preferred to avoid Carlos altogether, even if he did secretly wish the two would collab so that Ed’s follower count would grow.

Yet, on that morning, Ed couldn’t take his eyes off of Carlos. He stood in front of his apartment door, staring blankly ahead. A few moments passed, but the man didn’t even blink. Ed knew he should just leave him along and mind his own business, but a nosy part of him urged him forward.

“Hey man,” Ed called out, “You okay? You’ve been standing there for like an hour or something.”

Carlos’ head immediately snapped towards the direction of Ed’s voice, causing the latter to nearly jump out of his skin. “I was unable to court another female,” said Carlos in a stilted, unnatural tone. “I was reviewing what I did wrong. Forgive the intrusion.”

‘Court another female. So the fag’s trying to get with chicks, now?’ thought Ed before being struck by a genius business idea. “Good on ya, man!” Any prior concerns about Carlos’ odd behavior were discarded to the wind as Ed wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed. “Good to see ya swinging for the right team. ‘bout time you dropped all that fag shit,” he said, pointing a thumb to the pride flag hanging on Carlos’ door.

“Fag shit…?” echoed Carlos, but he didn’t offer any resistance as he was guided to Ed’s apartment.

“You came to the right place, my friend. Nobody knows how to pick up the ladies quite like this lady-killer.”

“You kill them?”

“Ha-ha! Aw, ya crack me up, big guy. C’mon, I’ll give ya a few pointers.” For Ed, giving Carlos several of his lessons and even showing him the streaming setup was an investment. He was gaining much money from doing this, but all he needed was to win Carlos’ trust over and he’d be swimming in new subs and a brand new market to sell. There just had to be guys who played for both teams on Carlos’ faggy audience, he assured himself.

After about half an hour of coaching, Carlos repeated Ed’s lessons like a college student cramming for a final. “A beta makes, an alpha takes.” For whatever reason Carlos seemed particularly fond of that phrase.

“We’re the men. The providers! That’s why we gotta remind this pussified society who’s really in charge. The alphas,” said Ed, flexing his bicep to punctuate his point. His body was one of the few things he had worked honestly for. Steroids and diets were a frequent topics in his online rants. To Ed, if one couldn’t get a body like his naturally, then they couldn’t call themselves a real man.

“And this has worked to acquire mates?”

“Mates? Bro, I’m swimming in pussy. And soon you will too,” said Ed. He lightly tapped Carlos’ chest. “With a bod like this? It’ll be even easier. Stick with me and I’ll get you laid. Just, uh, don’t forget ‘bout that collab I mentioned.”

Carlos, after what seemed like an eternity of stone-cold stoicism, finally cracked a smile. “Yes, I would love to collaborate with you.”

“Awesome! Lemme get something to celebrate.” It was still early in the morning, but it was always five o’clock somewhere, right? Ed made hi way over to his fridge and pulled some of the quality beer. The cheap stuff was reserved for those rare moments he had a girl over. “We gotta celebrate this new friendship of ours, my man. I got--!”

Carlos tackled Ed as he walked back to the living room. The two crashed onto one of his couches in a mess of struggling limbs. “Yo, what the fuck, man?!” cried Ed. He tried to push Carlos off, but froze as he saw Carlos’ body convulsing and his eyes rolling up, showing the whites. Seizure? Stroke?

Before Ed could reach for his phone in his pocket, Carlos leaned forward and locked lips with him. As soon as the two made contact, a slimy creature flowed from Carlos’ mouth into Ed. Once the substance made contact with Ed, his body began unresponsive. He tried to struggle and push Carlos off of him, but his arms remained heavy and limp. More and more of the slime pumped into Ed until Carlos’ body, unconscious yet still convulsing rolled off of the couch.

Ed couldn’t move but he could still feel a chilling sensation spread throughout his body, filling him up. The slime crawled down his throat and began to expand inside of him. Most of it traveled down his esophagus and began to assimilate his core, arms, legs, and toes. Each limb seized and shook as it became corrupted by the invader.

Ed tried to scream as it fell the creature fill his head and coating his brain, yet he could do nothing but endure the sickening yet pleasurable feeling. It was filling him up, and for whatever reason, Ed couldn’t help but enjoy the way the creature dominated him. His body, still unresponsive to his pleas for help, merely humped the air and sensually moan as it was taken over.

Eventually, Ed blacked out. The last thing he perceived was his hands touching his face and his own laughter.

~~~

‘Please, give me my body back,’ whined Ed.

“Give it a rest, Ed,” the creature possessing Ed said, grinning to himself. “Thank you for providing this impressive specimen, by the way. I quite enjoyed the takeover.” He tilted his head as he read the magazine. “Hmm, you are well-endowed, indeed. Perfect for my mission.”

A few days had passed since the creature slithered into Ed’s body. Ed had woken up to see his body piloted by some kind of foreign invader. Despite Ed’s pleads, it refused to give up control, saying, “I’ve been needing a strong and virile specimen to breed and spread.”

‘You can’t fucking do this to me! It’s not right,’ Ed begged from the recesses of his own mind. ‘I’m a human being. I don’t deserve this!’

“Your mind is intact, is that not enough for you?” the creature said as he jerked Ed’s cock in the couch. “You could have ended up like my previous experiment. Right, Carlos?”

“Right you are, my alpha,” said the thing inside of Carlos. Ed tried to look away from Carlos’ naked and puppeted body, but the creature didn’t have the decency to give him that.

Carlos was not the creature’s first victim, but it was the first that didn’t suffer massive brain damage from the creature’s invasive efforts. However, the creature still hadn’t quite managed to access Carlos’ memories and personality. It had managed to figure out the basics and just needed one more attempt to do a proper possession. Ed was the creature’s first success, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“What else do you wish, my master?” said Carlos as he eagerly marched over to Ed, swaying his hips and sticking his ass out as he spoke. “Do you want to breed me once more? Fill me up with more of your spawn so I may go and spread?”

While Carlos hadn’t suffered brain damage, but the trauma of the invasion caused him to become catatonic. To remedy this, Carlos was the first one to received the creature’s spawn. The creature, riding high thanks to Ed’s disgust at the homosexual act, fucked Carlos’ body and let one of its children pilot the still-living husk.

“Please, act a bit more like your host would. Keep reviewing the videos.” Ed mentally screamed to himself as his invader forced him to say that. Even if the creatures had little idea as to how to blend in society, the sheer amount of content that Carlos and he made would guarantee that they had plenty of references for impersonating them. “Later, I’ll pump you full. I just… need to explore this body of mine a bit more.”

Carlos cleared his throat before giving a sweet, nonchalant smile. “No prob, my man. Later we should go out, though. Get familiar with the area.” He winked and said, “Later,” just as Carlos always did.

‘Please, let me go,’ Ed tried once more. The idea of the creature doing this to his friends and family, acting like him the whole time, was a hell he couldn’t bear. ‘I-I’ll even hook you up with another better. Better bodies, just please let me go…’ Ed internally sobbed.

“You’re quite pathetic,” the creature sneered as it violated Ed’s body once more. “Where’s your bravado, Eddie~? You were swimming in pussy just a few days ago. Now you’re pounding men and craving cock.” Ed’s body let out a malicious laugh as ropes of cum erupted from his stolen dick. “It’s like you always said. A beta makes, an alpha takes.”

"You're Not my Son!"

"Wh-Who are you really?" Hank pointed at his son, who was now wandering outside the house in just a skimpy pair of briefs with little shame to the world.

Michael looked over his shoulder. Sighing, he insisted, "I'm your one and only son, dad. C'mon, no need to be weird."

"My son would never do any of the things you're doing!" shouted Hank, his face turning red. He was angry, but the fear in his eyes betrayed any sense of authority he might've had. "Bringing home all those men, ignoring his passions, breaking up with his girlfriend like that! He told me he was planning to propose." Hank was the verge of tears as he spoke.

Michael raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. In fact, he almost seemed to smirk at Hank's desperation. Now burning with a protective anger, Hank said, "Now you tell me what happened to my son or I'm calling the police."

Eyes rolling, Michael sighed and held his arms up. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you what happened, old man." He smirked when he saw Hank grow stiff, fists clenched. "Watch this." In lightning-fast motion, a stream of energy burst out of Michael's mouth, flowing in the air as its host body collapsed.

Hank stumbled back in fear. All he could do was cover his face with his arm as the energy creature rushed towards him, entering him through his eyes. His glasses fell to the floor as Hank stood erect, howling and gasping as he lost control over his body.

~0~

"Stupid human," 'Hank' said to himself as he put on his glasses. "His eyes don't even work properly."

'What a shame. I liked that body.' The Explorer, as he has taken to calling himself, regularly hopped between body to body, drinking in all that life has to offer to humanity. Michael had been a good catch to have fun with, but his father had caught on.

The Explorer, now Hank, glanced over at his son. He was sleeping soundly on the sofa inside the house. Michael would remember the past few days but have no idea it was another entity forcing him to make those decisions.

"Guess I'll have to make you my little plaything," the new Hank said to his reflection as he explored his new body in the bathroom. It would take a few days to build up enough power to leap into a new body. But at least this one still had potential.

"Least you got a bit of a 'daddy' vibe." Hank bit his lip as he felt up the aged yet still fit flesh. "Oh yeah, I think the college students will like this one very much," he said as he rubbed Hank's large cock through his briefs.

I am staring straight ahead, standing straight in a line with my soldier brothers while ignoring my Corporal who is staring at his soldiers closely.

Corporal is making me feel very nervous but I will show him that I am proud of and is good behaving soldier he ever have.

But I think there something more of Corporal than anyone ever see in public because I see my soldier brothers walking into his office and few hours later, they walking out slowly and have bite marks on their neck too.

I blinks as suddenly heard Corporal shouting my name and order me to meet him in his office alone.

I gulps little before following him back to his office, ignoring my brothers who is wolf whistle and winks at me as I am going to Corporal's office this time.

When I entering Corporal's office, I see Corporal is sitting in his chair behind his desk. He said as I come into his office.

"Lock the door behind you, Soldier.

Then why don't you come over here and get on your knees.

And start sucking."

Corporal then reaching down to open his pant in front of his soldier with a stern lustful face while ordering me.

I closed the door behind me and lock it.

"Click"

Rest of the day, anyone walking pass Corporal's office. All they can heard are Corporal barking orders to someone and someone is moans in pleasure and being muffled too.

"MMMM-Sir-MMMM-Please-MMMM-More-MMMM."

The story of my 18th Summer with just me and my Brother at the lake. I hope you enjoy.

Me and my BIG Brother CHAPTER One

When I remember my childhood, I fondly remember my family's lakehouse. That old house holds so many memories. My brother and I spent Summer after Summer in the crystal clear waters, diving off the pier, riding jet skis, and lounging away on the hot days. It was a terrific childhood, but the year I turned 18 stands out as the most significant year for me, my brother, and that old house.

I am getting ahead of myself. Let me give you a bit of history about the two brothers named Kyle and Kameron. Our parents were married one year after I was born. My biological father was a jerk and left when Mom got pregnant. She married my Dad when I was about 18 months old. Mom and Dad were in their 30s, so they only dated briefly. Dad's first wife (Kyles's Mom) had died shortly after Kyle was born. Dad wrote my Mom an insurance policy 10 months after her death, and they've been in love since.

Mom has always said, "When you know, you know, and we knew." Technically, Kyle and I were stepbrothers, but we only knew each other as 100% brothers. Even Grandmama said, "The Lord sent your Mama to your Daddy; they needed each other."

We grew up in the 90s. That was when you still played outside until dark, and video games were great, but not our lives. It was also a time when being an "out and proud" gay kid was not very popular, especially in the South. "Will and Grace" was popular, but they hadn't changed the whole country yet. It was far from the acceptance we enjoy today.

Kyle and I were two years apart but always close and unusually best friends. He was the oldest, but growing up, we both had matching swimmer builds, greenish/blue eyes, and natural blond/brown hair. Mine was a bit more naturally curly, and Kyles flowed with waves. In our younger years, we were often mistaken as twins. The High School years removed our similarities. Teenage years tend to separate the masses between the jocks, nerds, preps, and plain awkward. Kyle and I Felt that natural selection firsthand.

Kyle was the typical straight-A, Gorgeous Jock. Football quarterback, straight out of an 80s teen movie. He was the poster boy for that "type." His athletics and daily workouts led him to a much larger build than mine. I went through a heavy stage in High School. I no longer had a swimmer's build; my only 6 pack was Coca-Cola. I wasn't into sports but excelled in chorus and drama. (Are you shocked?)

I was always a bit "fem" acting. I didn't set out to be that way. It's simply how I was. (It's how I am today.)  I often got a lot of grief because of my natural mannerisms. And anytime Kyle knew about it, he was right there to set the bullies straight. Although we would never have been friends in the 80s teen movie script, we remained as close as any two friends could be. He was my hero. I looked up to him, and although I forced myself to deny it, on a subconscious level, I looked AT HIM.

I never allowed myself to explore any of those thoughts. It was not often, not even daily. But during the intense heat of a JO session, my mind would occasionally journey across the clear boundaries and into the taboo that was my attraction to his physical form. It was impossible for anyone to ignore the raw maleness that dripped from every part of his frame. Hell, I imagine his buddies looked at him with the same natural attraction. Well, maybe not exactly the same? Regardless, NO. He is my brother. And with that, the images and thoughts were buried and ignored.

Our childhood was a good one. We took vacations as a family and spent our summers at the lake. Holidays and annual events were pictures from a Norman Rockwell collection. Today, we are called Generation X, but at that time, we were kids and teenagers, enjoying our youth and living our best lives as the world of social media and technology grew up around us. We always thought of ourselves as fortunate. We were siblings and best pals.

When Kyle left for college, I was devastated. I felt like my world was gone. My days were no longer filled with the warm-hearted big brother, and the first year without him, I got very depressed. I stopped eating, but that depression turned out to be a great weight loss plan. We stayed in touch for the first year. I coveted those holidays.

Things changed in his second year. It was my senior year. It was the first year that I started to "come into my own," if you will. I got in shape, lost weight, and gained a bit of much-needed independence. Kyle didn't come home much that year. He was studying to be in the sports medical field and devoted all his time to school. That was the first year we drifted apart. Although it was only one year, for the first time, we both developed two separate lives. Each one without the other. I remember being so busy and excited about the future that I almost forgot to miss my big brother.

Class of 1998! My Senior year was coming to an end, and the Summer was beginning. Being a bit older than the norm, our parents had both retired by the time I finished High School: Dad from establishing and selling a multimillion-dollar insurance firm and Mom from 30+ years in pharmaceuticals. Their dream and plan was to travel.

They had both worked hard and raised two responsible boys and deserved every moment of retirement. Kyle and I really had two wonderful parents.

Summer of '98

EVERYTHING changed, and I found out what BIG Brother really means.

June 5th, 1998, I walked across the stage and accepted my High School diploma. (Kyle was too busy to make the event, but I had become used to his absence.)

On June 6th, my parents hugged me, said goodbye, and pulled out of the driveway in a new 42-foot motor home. They were headed on a three-month trip across the country.

On June 7th, I threw my bags in the car, locked the house, and began the trip to our family's lakehouse. I always told my parents I wanted to spend the Summer before college at the lakehouse. I reflected on the past year as I drove the two hours to the lake. It had been a great year, but I was still dealing with my sexuality. I hadn't told anyone, but now I realize that everyone knew but me.

I'm a procrastinator, so it was dark when I got to the house. But I was on my own. No parents, no rules, and a whole summer to explore any other "possibly gay, but not really" guys who were at the lake that year? There may be another guy like me looking for a summer romance. My mind was reeling with thoughts.

I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS HEADED MY WAY!

I pulled up the drive and under the cart port. I walked up the stairs to the familiar front porch. Motion sensor lights came on every step of the way, illuminating the familiar path I had run so many times as a child. I turned the key and pushed the old wooden door open. The wonderful musky smell of old house and pine walls took me directly back to the years with my family. I pictured the hundreds of times that Kyle and I raced to cross the threshold first. It had been a few years since I had been there. Mom and Dad came a few times each year, and other family members used the house for events. But then I felt tears fall from my eyes as the moment's nostalgia swept me away.

I went to the master bedroom and unpacked. The last time I was here was two summers ago when we had our grandparent's 50th anniversary dinner. For years, my family would spend that same week at this house because my Birthday is also in June. This year I would turn 18. However, I insisted on having a quiet celebration alone. That's what I had always planned.

Like a movie montage, I wanted to spend my 18th Birthday alone at the lakehouse, preparing myself for the rest of my life. I had pictured symbolic days of self-reflection during which I would gain inner strength and my future would fall into place because of my newfound independence. Drama, remember??

I was exhausted from the trip and from the events of the past few days. I finished unpacking and lay across the old, familiar queen-size sleighbed. I soon fell asleep to the wonderful sounds and Arctic cold air produced by the huge old AC unit in the corner window. I dreamt of many things that night. One particular dream was of Kyle. I guess the old smells triggered some memories. I slept as comfortably and securely as I always had within those walls. At some point during the night, I managed to move myself between the cool sheets and found complete rest under one of Grandmama's heavy quilts.

The sun began to shine through mini blinds and it crept its way slowly towards my face. I revolted against its intrusion and shoved myself beneath the covers for the wonder of slumber sleep. I had just started to drift back into dreamland when I heard something from the kitchen side of the house. I Shook it off as some groceries I had brought falling. Back to dreamland.

PLANK!! OK, that's not groceries. My slumber 100% now over as my fear became completely real. Mouse? No, It's gotta be Jason from Friday the 13th. I'm at a lakehouse, alone. It was definitely the lakeside stranger. He had come to kill his first in-the-closet gay victim like some kind of Dahmer copycat. I knew immediately that my fate was to end up in a freezer. I slowly pulled myself to the edge of the bed. It was cold. The trusty AC had done its job, bringing the room to a meat-hanging temp.

BAM-CLACK!!! Yep, it's a killer, and he's not even trying to be discrete. I waited until the AC compressor started again so the killer couldn't hear my steps. Maybe I could run out the front door. I was only wearing a pair of well-worn Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but the neighbors would just have to see the goods. This was life and death. I stepped to the door and peeked through the space between the Frame and the door. All I could see was a baseball cap and a large frame. He appeared to be going back out the back door. That led to the rear porch, where he was obviously getting an axe to kill me. (Again, dramatic me.)

I quickly opened the door halfway and bolted to the front door. DAMNIT!! It was locked and we had installed a Key lock deadbolt in years past to prevent someone from breaking the glass and opening the lock. It was planned for safety. Now it would be the thing that caused my death.

The rear door shut, he was coming back in. I ran back to the bedroom, my heart beating through my chest. Oh OK GOD, help me, I thought as his footsteps started towards the bedroom. I didn't know what to do. I hid behind the door. He slowly walked into the bedroom where I had left the door halfway open. It was dark In the room, only the few rays of light to help guide me in this situation. He slowly came in and walked over to the bed. He seemed to be planning to just start slashing me right there without waking me.

I held my breath and watched as he got closer and closer to the bed. I had to do something before he realized no one was there. As any level-headed, still in-the-closet, 175-pound gay drama club president would do… I SCREAMED and ran out of the bedroom to the back door, pushing the Intruder over the nightstand and onto the bed. I continued down the back stairs, around the house, and towards the pier. Yes, I ran to the pier. (I now respect people in horror movies. They are not thinking logically.) I ran onto the pier. Not to the street. Not to the neighbors. Not even to my unlocked car. I ran to the pier.

 I suppose I was subconsciously planning to swim away from him?  I got to the end of the pier and looked back towards the house. The killer was standing on the porch. My contacts were not in, and my glasses were somewhere on the now-toppled nightstand. I couldn't see any details, but I could see him on the front porch. He had a big frame that looked dark and menacing. He started walking down the steps towards me.

PANICK!!!! He was deranged. He was coming to kill me. In broad daylight. He started yelling, My name. "Kameron!! Oh dear God in heaven, blessed mother of Dorothy Zbornack, he knows my name. I Bet he hid under my car like the killer in "Cape Fear." He's been stalking me for years. Waiting for me to be alone. He's gonna make a coat outta my skin. "KAMERON, come on!! "he yelled as he walked closer.

Not today, Satan! I jumped off the pier and started swimming to the neighbor's dock. I was a good swimmer and was halfway there when I turned around. I saw my killer at the end of our pier, holding his stomach, laughing. I wiped my eyes and squinted. "Bro, Kameron, it's me, it's Kyle!!!"

WHAT??? KYLE??

I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. Our lake was not terribly deep and always crystal clear. I was wading water when I dropped my legs and realized I could stand. The water level reached my shoulders as the cool sand crept between my toes. The rush of chilled water helped me gain my composure as the reality of all this came into my mind. I slowly started walking and treading water back towards our pier and my hysterical big brother.

"Oh My God, you almost tore the back door off." Ha ha ha Bahaaa!! He was rolling, literally pee-in-pants, “I can’t breathe” laughter, fell from his face. My embarrassing actions now turned to anger. I climbed up the steps onto the pier and lunged at Kyle. "What the Hell BRO. What the fuck are you doing here? You scared the shit outta me." "damn you man this aint funny." I shouted.

Still laughing Kyle raised his hands to defend my shoves, "Hey hey, I'm sorry, I was gonna surprise you for your birthday." He stated.

"well, you managed that, asshole," I yelled and gave him one final shove as I stormed off towards the house.

"Kameron, hey bro, I'm sorry, don't be mad. I didn't mean to scare you." Kyle retorted as he started coming after me, still laughing under his breath. In my greatest dramatic performance to date, I marched back up onto the front porch and turned towards him. "I seriously could have had a heart attack, did you even think about anything? Mr Doctor?" Realizing how super silly that statement was, I couldn't help but crack a smile when I turned and looked at him.

I hadn't seen Kyle in almost a year. If he had been studying, it must have been in a gym with tanning bulbs in the ceiling. He stood there in ripped jeans, brilliant white sneakers, and a black tank top that clung to each muscle as if it were holding on for its very existence. A thread-bare white shirt draped perfectly over his full shape, and a college cap fit tight on his head with that expertly curved bill.

I looked into his bright green eyes and saw true regret, as if his county fair balloon had just popped. I melted a bit, but I still held onto my self-presumed sibling rivalry and smiled.

I don't know much about "Mary," but there is something about Kyle that makes my world better. I smiled bigger.

"Well. I guess it was a little funny." I said as I issued a brief parole from his previous sentence. "He beamed those million-dollar teeth back at me and said, "Damn right it was. Funny-as hell. But you almost made me stab myself with the nightstand and lamp. Dumb-ass…” He said as he ran up onto the porch to give me a hug.

His arms engulfed me. I melted into his embrace, his friendship, and his general love for me. The connection that had always been so natural returned immediately. We jostled and tossed each other's hair as we shared a heartfelt greeting. Keeping our masculine bravado, we both knew that all was well within our world.

He pushed me back and said, "Lil bro, you look great. Damn, do I need to barricade the door to block all the high school hotties from getting in here? Mom and Dad said you'd lost weight but damn bro. You look incredible."

I blushed and literally soaked in the compliments like a dry sponge. I had, in fact, changed. My braces were off, and my chest was defined. I had an early tan, which made my teeth even brighter than they actually were. I'd also let my curly hair grow a bit, giving me a surfer kid kind of look. I hadn't started to realize all the changes until that moment. I think about that even today.

The next few comments left me with a permanent blush and more than a few questions.

"Bro, I can't get over the change. We are Definitely gonna have to board up the doors when they find out the two gorgeous Kirkland boys are in this house." Kyle continued as he made his way past me to the front door. We had always been close and he had always been kind. But we had never shared compliments on looks or physique. You know, we kept it “All Bro.”

"Man, shut up. I'm still pissed at you, so I'm not buying the flattery and Kyle charm." I shot back. Then he looked down and spoke. "Theres no flattering needed lil bro,  and from the looks of whats slipping out of those wet shorts, it appears that you've grown a delicious bit of gorgeousness of your own." He stated with a wink and walked into the house.

I looked down and somewhere in all th struggles my well worn Calvins had ripped. One previous rip had now been torn much further, and a new rip at the "easy access" pouch had also ripped. These two strategic tears had left the large mushroom head of my cut cock, and the midsection of my hefty shaft exposed to the morning sun. I quickly covered myself and went inside. Red as a beet!!

What did Kyle say? Did I hear him right? Did he say delicious? gorgeousness?

I'm sure he didn't say delicious? No. Right‽ I was filled with emotions I had never felt. Something stirred within me. Something erotic, yet taboo. I questioned every word spoken on that porch. Today I know what he said, and I know that he meant to enlist those exact emotions. But in that moment, I had no idea what was happening. I certainly didn't know what life changes that Summer would bring.

Chapter Two

The morning had begun with fear and embarrassment. My mind was still reeling from the roller coaster of emotions I had just experienced.

I walked to the house towards the master bath. As I stepped into the room, I found the lamp on the floor, the shade bent, and the light bulb broken. It had met its fate when I made my daring escape from my serial killer, Big Brother. I straightened up the nightstand and lazily shoved the broken glass under the corner to deal with later. Typically, I would have cleaned that up immediately. But at this moment, my mind was focused on much more. My head was spinning, and my heart was still beating with excitement. Had I just heard things, right? Had my brother called my dick delicious? Was he staring at it? Was he staring at me? No way. But he definitely said “delicious.” It must be some new college term that I was not hip to? Surely, I'd misread that. Misread or not. My cock jumped with excitement at the thought of Kyle looking at me.

As I carefully moved the final piece of broken glass, I couldn't help but chuckle with laughter. Thinking about my actions and picturing me running and jumping into the lake. That was funny, I had to admit it. I was on one knee with my left side to the door when Kyle stepped into the doorway.

He leaned in, placing his hands on either side of the doorway. They wrapped themselves around the doorframe, holding the weight of his body. His abrupt halt had caused beautiful natural blonde streaks to sway towards his cheekbones. They came to rest at the edge of his cheeks as if to cradle the sculpted perfection. His large physique filled the entrance as if he were perfectly chiseled out of a piece of flawless tanned ivory. I was suddenly looking at the cover of a teen romance novel as the daylight illuminated the room behind him. As he leaned in, his biceps flexed and stretched the paper-thin fabric of the white fabric clinging to his body.

Thankfully my cock was exposed on the opposite side of my body because it jumped again and started its ascent to the sky.

The combination of morning, ripped Calvins, and Kyle was too much for my 18-year-old hormones to handle. "Oh Shit, did you break it?" He questioned. "Hell no, you broke it." I retorted with a peal of continuous laughter, careful to hide my growing member. He gave me the trademarked million-dollar smile, rolled his beautiful green eyes, and muttered, "Whatever, Lil bro…" as he bounced to the kitchen.

I waited until I could clearly hear him in the kitchen, then I stood up and quickly stepped to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, I took a deep breath.

I then took a brief moment to deal with something I hadn't given much thought to in a while. Kyle had been away for so long. I had not had to deal with these feelings in some time. It had been a year since I sat in my bedroom, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Kyle getting out of the shower. Even longer since I had watched him play ball in the backyard or help dad around the house in running shorts. The guilt and combined shame of this hidden lust had not been an issue for some time. I had hoped and prayed it was a teenage phase or hormonal puberty thing. The gay thoughts were dealt with, but the taboo of this??? No, No, I couldn't go back to pining over Kyle again. Those thoughts were buried long ago, never to resurface. RIGHT?  But what the hell had just happened? Had my Bog Brother just flirted with me?

WHAT in literal HELL???

My mind was more confused than a peach tree blooming in December. My mind was reeling with incredibly inappropriate thoughts of Kyle. The layers of denial were stripped away, and the reality of that “desire” came back to the surface with a fury.

I grabbed a towel and started to dry my wet hair. As I looked up and started to ruffle the other side of my head, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. There stood a smaller version of Kyle. The similarities that we had as kids had returned. Of course there were differences, but I was looking at a smaller version of my brother. Kyle with ripped Calvins, a toned, tanned build, and freshly shaved heavy balls presenting a hefty semi-hard-on. I had jerked off to the mirror many times before. Picturing it was another guy. But I had not done so since my body had blossomed into my brother's smaller framed double. I dropped the towel to the floor and guided my right hand to my dick. I grasped the shaft, and, with two strokes, I was rock hard. I didn’t try to bury anything. I allowed my mind to run free. Fresh and raw visions of my brother flooded my mind. I stepped closer to the mirror. My hand was now starting to work with a pleasurable rhythm. I allowed my left hand to touch my chest and slid it down to the waistband of the partially destroyed boxer briefs. The HOTNESS of being partially nude was too tempting as I played with the waistband and pulled it down touching the base of my shaft.

I focused my attention on my body and cock as I held its rigid straightness tightly in my hand. Up and down the pole, I stroked, imagining my brother's cock in my hand. I halted briefly and allowed saliva to fall from my mouth and land on the head of my cock. I kept the rhythm as I simply allowed the natural lubricant to engulf my rod, intensifying the desire. My left hand now stretching the waistband of my underwear further down, allowing its elasticity to rub against my hard dick. I released the waistband and propped myself against the wall with my left hand as I started to feel that beautiful release building up inside me. I thought of my tongue reaching forward to touch the tip of Kyles Dick.

Sweat started to bead on my forehead as my mind raced to Kyle. I imagined his hands pulling me up for a deep, passionate kiss right before leading me gently back down to his crotch. I could almost feel his two hands caress the back of my head as he guided my lips towards his thick, throbbing manhood. I thought of him saying: "Its all yours lil brother, Ive wanted you for so long." With that thought I exploded onto the mirror.

Stream after stream of hot cum hit the mirror with a force that seemed enough to crack its surface. The strength of my youthful cum shot was evident as  I watched the creamy substance splatter on the surface. As each pulse of cum hit the reflective surface, I wished it was my face being rewarded with Kyle's seed. I shook with pleasure as the orgasm rippled through me. The last stream hit the floor as the fluid started to drip from my mushroom head and spilled on my thumb. I brought the cum to my lip and applied it like gloss, then allowed my tongue to taste its sweet saltiness. I trembled with final waves of orgasm as I pictured myself tasting my Big Brother.

Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and allowed reality to once again invade my fantasy. I turned towards the shower and started the water. The smell of bacon began to fill the air as I heard Kyle shout. "Jerk it quick, dipshit, Im cooking breakfast." We had always teased one another about this. If he had only knew how many times he had yelled that same thing while I was doing just that, secretly thinking about him. This time had been different. He had given me more to work with than just passing glimpses and tight clothing. He had actually talked about ME, and commented on ME. Not just me, but he called my cock delicious.

I cleaned the mirror and stepped into the shower all the while trying to figure out those comments. I realized something as I soaped up and allowed the warm water to refocus my attention. The guilt and shame that normally followed a "Kyle centered orgasm," was no longer there. I had to remind myself that it was not normal. I actually had to tell myself, "It’s your BROTHER, Kameron…” I guess my Baptist upbringing allowed some shred of guilt to creep back in, but there was still some kind of acceptance going on. There was definitely less guilt, and for the first time, my thoughts didn’t bring the disgrace it had always bestowed.

Again, What in Baptist HELL???

Breakfast was the same as hundreds of times before. The two Kirkland brothers sitting at the round oak table teasing one another, talking and laughing, having breakfast at the lake. The past year had been the longest we had been apart. I had often wondered if our reunion would be awkward. You know how things are when you’re not around someone. Sometimes, it takes a while to regain that level of oneness. It took us about three seconds. Since the terror of the morning had passed, when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, I was greeted by Kyle. My Brother. My Best Friend. My Kyle.

It turns out that He had been working and studying so that he could spend part of the Summer at the lake as well. It had been a surprise that Mom and Dad helped coordinate. Up until that day, I had truly wanted to be here alone, but Kyle being with me felt safe, normal, and truly meant to be. We had a terrific day being lazy, just enjoying one another. Laughing and catching up. We spent most of the day at the end of the pier in the sun or swimming. We had some lunch out there, and it was like our childhood. Ham sandwiches and chips with cans of SunDrop. The day was filled with Great Big inner tubes, floating chairs, and the smell of tanning oil.

It was a terrific day for me. I got to keep my eyes planted on my gorgeous brother all day long. He wasn’t wearing a Speedo or anything revealing. Instead, he chose a pair of board shorts. Trust me, in my imagination, they got removed each time he came out of the water.

There was some odd spirit in the air all day. I couldn’t place it, but I remember there being a calm, almost freedom between us that we had never experienced. I believed it was the fact that we had both grown older and more mature. Looking back, I can clearly see what was happening that day. That entire day, Kyle kept telling me that he had a surprise planned. Something major planned for later.

After lunch we even went back to the house for a nap because he said: “We will need our rest for later.” He kept saying that he wanted my 18th Birthday to be the best of my life, and he was here to make sure that happened. I had no idea what he meant. At the time. Today, I believe he had the night planned out all along. That Birthday remains My Favorite Birthday Celebration of all time!! That day was a precursor for our entire Summer. It shaped my entire life and Kyles.

We look back sometimes, and…  Well, I'm getting ahead of myself again.

Chapter Three

Me and My BIG Brother pt 3

The sun began to set on my 18th birthday as I woke from an afternoon nap. Kyle had insisted that we take a nap. Although it wasn't my typical routine, the sun had drained me. The thought of curling up in one of Gran's heavy blankets with that big ole window unit blowing arctic air into the dark lakehouse bedroom sounded like heaven. It was. (Many times over the years, I have found myself full of tears thinking of that wonderful old room, and Gran.) 

When I opened my eyes, I saw twilight colors peeking through the window. The air was filled with that lazy summer, Saturday afternoon feeling. The days when you had no specific plans, and no obligations to fulfill. God had painted the sky with shades of pink, orange, and red. The hues melted together as they spilled through the blinds and onto the pinewood planks. I slipped out of bed and headed to witness the full spectrum of the sunset. One of the most spectacular things about the Lake was its sunsets. They could easily take your breath away. This one was no disappointment.

With hair pressed to one side of my head, I swayed towards the living room. Kyle was nowhere to be found. The house was expansive; he could have been anywhere. I assumed he had taken refuge in our childhood bedroom, and I was correct. I opened the door to find him asleep on the bottom of our old bunk bed. The nostalgia was immense, but the picture was quite different. Where there had once been a skinny kid curled under a blanket, now lay a broad-shouldered man. He now encompassed the entire space with one leg off the side. A twin-sized mattress, no longer able to hold his full form. I watched him breathe and let my mind wander.

I thought of my life after this summer. I thought of Kyle's life at school and the current paths of all my family. The four of us were always a close bunch, but now it seemed we had separate journeys. Our parents were now determined to spend their retirement exploring the world, as well as they should; they certainly deserved it. They had made their intentions clear for years with phrases like, "Boys, when your Mom and I retire, you'll have to send a messenger pigeon to find us." Mom would say, "Yall, make sure you get a job that supports you because we don't plan to leave you a dime. You can have the house and the RV. Unless we need to sell the house to keep up our expensive on-the-road lifestyle." Dad would chime in, "By that time, y'all should be doing well on your own. You can send us money and support us until we drive over the same cliff as Thelma and Louise did." This was always followed by laughter, yet we knew that a portion was completely true. I chuckled at the thoughts.

I started thinking about what our lives would be like in the next few years. I'm sure Kyle would find a girl and get married. What would I do? I had known I was gay for some time now. I knew Mom and Dad knew as well. We simply hadn't talked about it. That's how things were as Southern Baptists in the 90s. You threw things under the rug and left them alone, like normal people. There were very few deep talks about feelings. Both Mom and Dad were supportive and loving, but we let things go without words. Wait until I tell you how I "came out." So typical for my family.

Back to the Lakehouse… As my mind pondered the many unknowns, I stood in the doorway and just listened to Kyle sleep. It was an adorable sight. He had a slight snore. Nothing obnoxious, only enough to let you know he was asleep. His tanned leg caught the same sunset that I had just seen. The rays of color leaped from one side of the room to the other as they struck his perfect jawline, casting a flawless shadow onto his chest. I thought; “that sunset ain't the only thing God did well.” About then, I glanced at the small dresser mirror and saw even more of that resemblance. I looked back at Kyle just in time to watch the afternoon's amber rays meet the emerald green in Kyle's half opened eyes. I heard, "Are you just standing there looking at yourself in the mirror? Get out, get your own mirror; this one is for my face." He muttered and laughed as he stretched himself awake.

I was a bit embarrassed that he had caught me watching him, but I played it off and started walking towards the dresser to dig through the drawer. "So, what's the plan? What's this amazing memory we're going to create? Wait, are you taking me on some kind of hunting thing with one of your high school buddies? Cause if I have to dress in camouflage, I didn't bring a thing." I stated with my usual quick wit and shallow comic timing. "And I ain't shooting nothin'," I added with the same demeanor. Kyle rolled his eyes and leaned up in the tiny bed. He rested on his elbows and said, "I guess you could say it's a bit of hunting. But you're going to have to help me out this time. I'm taking you to the hunting grounds." He winked and shot me a shy and devious smile. I stood there and pondered on what he could have meant as he hopped up and headed towards the hallway bathroom. He punched my arm as he passed by and said, Come on, Get ready. We have a whole night ahead of us." He was in the bathroom before I could protest or question any further.

I left the bedroom doorway and started walking back to the master bedroom. That was not typically my room, but I claimed it for this summer. Since Kyle was in the shower, I unpacked the remainder of my things. The last 36 hours had been filled with too much excitement to worry about unpacking. I gently placed one summer's worth of items into the cedar-scented dresser drawers. My mind was racing; Hunting Grounds? What did that mean? I didn't give it much more thought as my mind began to focus on spending the evening with my Big Brother.

The closest major city was a port town called Wilmington, NC. There was a mid-size town of approximately 150 thousand people. The great thing about it was the mixture of cultures. It hugged the coast of North Carolina, so one part of town carried a definite laid-back beach surfer vibe. However, traveling about 20 miles across town, the downtown area boasted an Urban Bohemian feeling. The lakehouse was in a tiny community surrounding the Lake. There was a general store, a gas station, a small Walmart and a handful of mom-and-pop restaurants. Over the years, we have traveled to this city many times for supplies and items that are unavailable locally. I assumed that Kyle had something planned there. The lazy lakeside community was not big on nightlife. My mind continued to race as I heard the bathroom door open.

"Hey, Bro, I'm out. Get Ready; I know how long it takes you." He yelled as I heard the wet bare feet hitting the hardwood floor as they traveled across the hallway.

"Shut Up," I demanded as I closed the dresser drawers and turned to make my way towards Kyle's room. "What am I supposed to wear? I seriously don't have camouflage. I didn't bring much." I spoke as I walked towards his room to hear him better. In complete honesty, I could hear him fine. I was walking closer to see him fresh out of the shower. The sight of My Brother with a towel around his waist was a vision I had not drooled over in some time. I figured, lets add to the photobook. I continued mumbling as I got closer to the entrance, "I was not planning to go to a prom; all I brought were clothes to hang ar… round, in…" My words slowed to a dead stop and stumbled into a blubber as I arrived at Kyles wide open door and looked up. Kyle was standing at the side of the bed with a pair of wide waistband blue briefs in one hand and red CK boxer briefs in the other. Other than these articles of clothing, nothing else was touching his body. He was completely naked. He held both pairs of underwear up, gave each one an inquisitive look, and said, "Ok, tell me, blue or red."

My heart may have briefly stopped. My eyes immediately started to work overtime as I surveyed the vision and stored snapshots for later memory. I had seen Kyle before, but those had been sneaked peeks. They were small glimpses and occasional bathroom moments. I had never been given such a bold, deliberately unobstructed view. I also quickly scanned the changes that had manifested over the past year. Today had obviously been the only time he had tanned while wearing shorts. His minimal tan lines drew a reddish-pink line across his waistline and above his knees. He was smooth almost everywhere. A dusting of blonde leg hair covered his beautiful stems. The evening twilight had since given way to a dark purple sky, and the lights inside the house gave off an enchanting Amber glow. The shadows seemed to highlight Kyle's Heavenly features. A perfect group of muscles gathered to form a deeply defined Adonis Belt V that seemed to point to the Grand Prize.

It was definitely worth the attention, and my soul gave a standing ovation as my eyes drank in this marvelous view. Kyle's package was neatly shaven but not completely. Two heavy balls hung lazily on either side of an equally weighted, perfectly formed Cock. His balls were smooth and served as the superb backdrop for such an incredible piece of God's artistry.

His dick was just like mine, but longer and thicker. It looked semi-hard as its weight hung low and commanded the attention of all the air around it. Y’all, I swear I think the damn thing glowed with a golden aura.  I was stunned, and I stared directly at it. It was male perfection. There was no hiding or glancing. I did not look away and say, "I'm sorry." Once my two eyes met this sight, I was in a trance.

Kyle stood before me with the confidence of a New York runway model. He was holding two pairs of underwear in his hands like puppets. He looked as innocent as a lamb as he intentionally allowed me to remain in this dumbfounded stooper. I finally circled the wagons in my mind and landed back on the Prairie. I stumbled through the words, "Umm, Red, ah, but I like the blue too…" I'm honestly shocked I said that much.

"Let me try them on…" He started as he tossed the red pair in the bed and turned to put in the blue. “…cause they both look good, but I think one makes the goods look better." He faced me full frontal again. "I got these from a friend in school. He sells them and asked me to model them for a promo thing. I got to keep all the undies." He continued as he strutted across the room to see himself in the mirror. His left side was towards me as he looked back at the mirror behind him, saying, "They are comfortable as Fuck, and I never thought I'd give a damn about underwear, but I may be spoiled."

The entire time Kyle walked around the room, I just watched and tried to think of what to say. I wanted to be cool, calm, and collected, but the only thing being collected was blood as it raced to harden my dick. There was no way to hide it. I was in boxer briefs myself. I pushed myself to the doorframe and said. "I like those, but let's see the red ones." I was pretty damn bold now. I wanted another view of that massive cock.

"Yeah, they're comfortable too, and I think these show off the package better. I'll let you decide." Kyle stated as his tanned thumbs slipped into the waistband of the blue pair. I was almost confident he was getting harder, and that was confirmed as the head of his cock slid from the bondage of the blue fabric. It flopped out and presented its (definite) semi-hard self to the world as Kyle tossed one garment on the bed and leaned over for the other. When he came back up with the red pair in his hand, he opened his arms and said. "Well, I'm sorry, Lil bro, I'm guessing he approves of the audience. He sure seems to be pointing towards you. Maybe he missed you watching him?" He confessed with a grip as he slipped one leg and then the other into the red boxer briefs.

Stunned, I finally looked up and muttered, "What? Watching … him? what?" My face flushed with the same deluge of blood that had rushed to my dick. My heart was pumping in tandem, trying to fill my cock and my face with blood at the same time. I was beet red and starting to sweat as I searched for the next words to say. "Hey, hey, no, no, I didn't mean it like that." He started as he approached me and placed his right hand on my shoulder. "I'm not angry or giving you a hard time." His voice was slower now, like a gentle whisper. His face was so close to mine that his breath caressed my cheek. “Kameron, It's ok; honestly, I've always enjoyed you watching me." He continued as his hand slid off my shoulder and tightened around my bicep. "Hey bro, I've always known you were watching me in the shower. I tried to make sure you saw what you wanted to see." He whispered.

I stared at the floor with enough concentration to look directly through the wood planks to the ground below. My heart was beating in my ears, my cock was throbbing, and my body was trembling. Kyle took his left hand and brought it to my cheek. He slowly cradled my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his. "Was I right or wrong?" Kyle asked with a louder, sultry, matter-of-fact expression. He tilted his head to the right, smiled ever so slightly, and came closer. His hips guided his still semi-hard cock to mine. The fabric containing his stiff manhood softly brushed the stretched cotton holding in my hard dick. He then slid his hand to my hand and started to draw imaginary lines from my middle knuckle to the bend in my wrist.

"It Seems like I was right all these years. This is what you wanted to see." When he said the word "THIS" he pressed himself harder into my hard-on. I thought I might faint as I stood there without saying a word. Kyle's breath passed my face; his eyes remained deadlocked on mine. My brain took a moment to register the situation, and my hormones took over as I leaned forward. Kyle's tongue stretched forth to wet his full lips. The moist heat felt like warm oil dripping over my body as our lips gently touched. It was a light and soft kiss, then another. Our lips were teasing one another. Together then apart, then back together again to find themselves within centimeters of one another.

Kyle's cock was now rock hard, and it found its rightful place as it was pressed directly next to my rigid cock. The two pieces of male flesh raged together as if they were part of the same body, perfectly fit to live together. The only thing preventing their touch was two layers of translucent material. This barrier was now the only thing preventing the complete disclosure of the contents hidden deep within our own Pandora's box. Years of fantasy and desire were now a reality. I had scripted millions of scenes between Kyle and me in my mind, yet none contained the passion and ecstasy of this moment. This wasn't a script, and this wasn't a daydream. I finally broke my silence and said, "Kyle, I want to." He stopped me with another kiss, then pulled himself away far enough to take my hand and guide it to his dick. His breath shuttered when my hand made contact. I wrapped my fingers around Kyles perfect cock and gently rubbed it up and down as if following an animal instinct. We both took a breath as if it were the first one after being submerged and deprived of oxygen.

We exhaled, and Kyle said, "I hope that is what you want because I've wanted to feel your hands on my cock for a long time." I leaned in to kiss him, and we both started to move back into the room. My right hand reached for his waistline, and I allowed my fingers to pull back the elastic fibers. I was about to actually feel my brother's erect cock for the first time. The palm of my hand was hot with anticipation. The years of thirst were about to be quenched as I inched further towards Kyles concrete rod. My body was still halfway in the dimly lit hallway. Suddenly the motion sensor light beamed light onto the porch, and the solid glass door allowed it to flood the hallway with light. At that exact moment, we heard a shrill voice, "YooHoo, Kameron!!! It's Aunt Patty!! Knock Knock!!"

DAMNIT!!!!

Wrestler's Revenge

This is an old story for a fan years ago, and it ended up being a bit more sadistic than I’d intended. Anyway, it’s completely fictional, for 18+, and contains fetish and kink material, such as fart sniffing, ass smothering, cock sucking, and blackmail. If any of this is an issue with you, please don’t read it. I don’t want to soil your vanilla mind. But if you’re intrigued, read on!

...

“Look over there,” my friend Cameron nodded his head to the other side of the locker room. A few guys in yellow wrestling singlet were at their lockers, grabbing their sweat towels, chatting, laughing.

I rolled my eyes toward Cameron, who smirked and held back a laugh. We’ve had our own dissertations on how wrestling is the lamest sport that this school has to offer. I wanted to crack a few of our favorite jokes, so I waited for the wrestlers to leave earshot. Instead, I told Cameron about some annoying bitch in line at Subway earlier that day. Once the wrestlers left, and I was sure we were alone, I said,

“Looks like the fairies went off to have their orgy.”

Cameron laughed, “Seriously, can you imagine how embarrassed their parents probably are?”

“Dude, wrestling is the gayest sport. Bunch of guys in leotards dry humping each other, sweating…like dudes get a room, no one want’s to see that gay shit in public.”

“Yeah,” He put his shirt on.

“Like, I’ve seen pictures on reddit of wrestlers with ball sacks and asses draped over their faces. Who would voluntarily put themselves in a situation where they’ll get a face full of sweaty crotch and man ass? Only faggots like them would.”

“For sure.” He laughed, “Good thing we’re on the basketball team, right Arnie?”

“Yeah. Chicks line up to suck our cocks. They know we’re not faggots.”

If only I knew this conversation wouldn’t come back to haunt me…

…

The next day, I had come to the gym alone. Since Cameron wasn’t with me, I got to do my favorite activity: work out, then sit in the sauna for a bit. In the dimly lit oven, I was relaxing in a towel, breathing slowly the burnt air, and giggling a bit at the warmth tingling on my skin. I had my headphones on and was jamming to soft tunes. My eyes closed, I felt the sweat off my pores and relaxed.

Passed the music I heard the door click open and shut. Someone else came into the sauna, but I didn’t open my eyes to see who. I was just relaxing. After about a minute or so, I heard laughter. I opened one eye, but was confused.

Standing in front of me were three wrestlers from school. They were all in their golden shiny onesies. On the left was a tall blond guy with a bit of a beard and a thin face, his grey eyes were uncomfortable. On the right was a built black guy, who had a shaved head and beard but I could see specks of hair on his head and jaw. The white guy in the middle was a bit stockier and shorter, a heavy weight, with black hair and a short beard along his jaw. His dark eyes pierced at me under his thick eyebrows and he was smirking.

“What?” I challenged, setting my headphones aside.

“Nothing. We’re here like everyone else is allowed here.” Said the guy in the middle.

None of them moved, they all faced me, staring. I asked again, “Well what the fuck do you want?”

“You know, the other day,” the middle guy continued, “We couldn’t help but overhear you and your friend shit talking our team.”

Oh fuck, these guys were gonna kick my ass. Three against one? I couldn’t stand a chance…maybe try running for it?

“Something about us being ‘faggots’ for wrestling and getting caught under sweaty balls and asses,” the black guy chuckled, “Which I’ll admit is kind of funny.”

“Anyways,” the third guy, the blond, cut in, “We thought we’d give you a little taste of our world. The nasty world of sweat and guy funk.”

“Good thing we just got out of practice.” The black guy smirked again. I noticed that all three of them had damp dark patches of sweat under their armpits and in the crevasse between their balls and legs.

What the fuck were they going to try and do to me? No, fuck that. I wasn’t going to just sit here. I leapt off the bench and was ready to sprint between the two on the left, but I felt arms wrap around me and pull me back. An arm around my neck, I tried to flail my arms but the guy in the middle had grabbed both of them. I was being brought to the ground, even though I was trying to push away. My legs were screaming with the sudden force but I couldn’t push them off.

Fuck, they’re wrestlers, I can’t fight them on the ground…

The middle guy was on my back, and he flipped me over. A sudden gush of wind and the whack of the sauna floor kicked the air out of my lungs. I was feeling woozy from being in the sauna so long. A flash of gold and I felt all of the guy’s body weight crush on top of me. I was so dizzy I couldn’t fight back. He was laying on top of me, belly to belly, only facing away. I saw his pasty hairy legs come on either side of my head…and then…

“…No,” I meekly gasped.

His ass. His ass inching toward my face. And the seat of his onsie was completely dampened and darkened by his ass sweat. Before I could turn away I felt his leg wrap around the back of my neck and squeeze. The pressure got to my already winded head and I could only gasp. I felt my eyes bulging out, staring at his giant soaked ass in front of me.

That’s when the stink hit.

MMMMMPMPPTHPHH I choked out, before the globes of his ass enveloped my face. The dampness of his ass crack sweat soaked through onto my nose, hot and sticky from this sauna, and I gagged from the stink of unwashed ass.

“Man, it probably smells fresh down there, right?” He said. I heard the others cackling at me. I struggled but he had all of his weight down on my face, and he held my arms down. Flailing by body, I tried to flip him off of me, but I couldn’t. I could see just over his ass cheeks and up his back, where he was looking down at me over his shoulder.

“How awful do you think it would feel if I were to rip ass right now?”

My eyes widened, more muffled cries into his ass. I wanted to beg him to get off of me, I wanted to say sorry. The heat had us both dripping with sweat.

“Do it!” one of the other guys laughed, “He needs to learn respect.”

I tried to scream out, but it was pointless. I could feel his hole press against my nose through the fabric for a second before,

PRPTRPTRPTRPTPRTPRTPRTPP

Like a sewer erupted up my nose. I screamed into the disgusting warmth and humidity of the fabric. The three of them were dying of laughter.

“Wait, keep him down, I’ve got to rip ass so bad,” I heard one of them say. The first ass lifted off of me, and before I could cry out for help, or even gasp for air, a second replaced it. Just as sweaty and thick as the other.

PPRPTRPTRPTT

His fart was loud and short, and didn’t smell as bad as the first, but being concentrated in the crevasse of his already rank ass didn’t help. I tried moving my head to the side to at least get my nose out of the source, but he was sitting too much of his weight on my face and it held my head still.

Finally, he got up. I was so dizzy, I could see stars, before the third ass took a seat on my face. My nose slipped around the sweaty fabric of his onsie as he positioned himself so his hole would be directly on top of my nose.

Ptrpt pt PPPPTPRPTPPTPPPP

Another obnoxious stink cloud tore into my nostrils. I’d been gagging and coughing, gasping for fresh air. I was so light headed I was afraid I’d pass out. The energy had completely left my body, so holding me down wasn’t much effort. The heat of the sauna, the stink of all their asses and farts, was getting to me.

“Damn, dude, I gotta thank that protein shake for that one.” Another laugh.

The ass got off of me. In the dim light of the sauna, as my vision had faded a bit and another wave of dizziness sent the room spinning, I saw that the first guy had slipped is onsie down, so now his bare ass was creeping toward my face. It was pale, huge, and covered in black hair. I knew how bad it stunk, I knew how sweaty it was, and I knew how gassy he was. And now that his onsie was off, the stench was free and already hit my nose just inches away.

“no,” my voice was so fragile, but that was all I could muster before the ass cheeks settled on either side of my face. Feeling even more lightheaded, I could feel his ass crack hairs rub up and down my cheeks, smearing his sweat and musk onto my face…marking me…his asshole slipped over my nose, and I realized this is how I was going to die.

PPRPTPRTPRPTRPTPRTPRPTRPTRPTPRTRPRTP

The pure stink sent me over the edge and I blacked out.

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One Week Later

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“Look over there,” my Cameron nodded his head to the other side of the locker room. The same wrestlers were in yellow wrestling singlet were at their lockers, grabbing their sweat towels, chatting, laughing. I’d since learned their names: the tall blond was Dave, the bulky black guy was Tyler, and the hairy guy who first farted on me was John.

“Yeah, I see,” I dropped my tone. I could feel color leaving my face.

Cameron still liked to jab at the wrestlers at our school, but I’d stopped joking entirely. And I tried to get him to shut up whenever I could, if I knew they were close by. I didn’t want my friend to go through the same fate I had.

“Hey, I think I left my wallet back in the gym,” I lied to him, “So I’m going to go see. You can leave without me.”

“Ok dude. Still wanna get Potbelly later?”

“Sure.”

Cameron left. And I quietly picked up my bag and walked over to the sauna with my head down.

In the familiar dimly lit hot box, where I’ll have to be be coming after my workouts from now on, I sat and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened, and John, Tyler, and Dave walked in with their cheesy grins.

“I’m guessing you liked that video as much as we did.” John said.

I thought about the email I’d gotten the next day, attached were video files of these guys repeatedly farting on my face until I passed out. I didn’t even notice a camera. I also remembered to follow the instructions that were listened in the email itself.

“Yes sir.” I gulped.

“Good, he’s learning.” Dave nodded.

John stepped forward, pulled his onsie down, and his fat cock swung out from under a patch of black hair, “Well, then what are you waiting for? Show me how much you love sucking cock.” They all chuckled at that.

If I didn’t want those videos to be sent to everyone at school, I had to do what he said. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth. He placed the head of his dick on my tongue, and I licked it and sucked on it as it got erect. I tried to go down on it as far as I could, but I kept gagging, so I had to use my hands. My drool ran down his shaft, and my hands grabbed onto his cock, and I pumped it while my mouth went up and down. I could feel the head of his cock sliding over my tongue, and with one stroke it went a little too far and I gagged again. I felt tears come to my eyes.

“Don’t worry,” He rubbed my head, “The more you do this, the easier it will be. You’ll get used to it and wont gag. Pretty soon, we’ll all be fucking your throat.”

In the Speed Dating Booth

This story is for 18+, is fictional, and includes fart sniffing. If any of this is a problem, don't read. I wrote this back in college and remember being overwhelmed by how gross it seemed to me at the time, and how much I'd love to live this fantasy

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A guy learns about his best friend's gross fetish and decides to put it to good use

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Kevin came into my room frantic, his face red

“Oh, hey dude,” I said, my book still in hand. It took me a minute to register how frazzled he was acting. He had a nervous twitch going on and he started speaking rapidly,

“Listen, we’ve been friends for a long time, right?” He had his hands up.

Since back in high school, “yeah?”

“And we can be open with each other, right?”

“Of course,” I put the book down. Kevin is one of the chillest guys I know, so seeing him on edge like this made me frown.

“Ok,” he started pacing, which he usually did to help him think something out, “So, I signed up for a booth at the speed dating fair.”

Oh, this is about girls; that explains it. Every year, our college sets up a “speed dating fair”, where they have a bunch of booths around the gym, and you’d sign up to stand at a booth and others would circulate and have like 5 minute convos with you. It was just a fun way to get single people on campus to know each other.

“That’s great, Kev,” I put on a half smile. Maybe there was some jealousy behind it. I don’t know, I’ve known Kevin for years and couldn’t help but develop a little crush on him. It’s dumb, because he’s straight, so there’s no point in wishing. I should be happy he’s putting himself out there, “Good for you. I’m sure you’ll meet a lot of cool girls.”

“Yeah, but here’s the thing,” he started rubbing the back of his head, “The problem…you know how I’m always gassy?’

This perked my ears up. Kevin was always farting, and they always embarrassed him. I would laugh and tell him I didn’t care and he could rip in front of me, but he always tried to keep them quiet and would blush. He’s cute like that. But there’s another thing that Kevin doesn’t know about me; my massive fart fetish. I have no idea how it came to be, but there’s nothing I find hotter than having my face pressed into a man’s ass while he rips farts up my nose. Or, at least, that’s what I’d want to happen with me some day. Despite my desires, I’ve never opened up to anyone about these weird fantasies. I laughed, ‘Dude, if you feel gassy, just hold them in. Or take beano or something, no one will notice at the fair if that’s what’s freaking you out,”

“It’s not just that,” he explained, “I always get even more gassy when I’m nervous or anxious, and worrying about letting one slip will make me even more anxious, and it’s a vicious cycle that will make so much gas build up, I’m sure I’ll accidentally slip one out and it will make a huge noise or it will smell bad and everyone will laugh at me.”

“Dude, I think you’re overreacting-,” I chuckled

“Dillon,” His voice was serious, “I need your help.”

He always called me “Dill Pickle”, he never used my full name unless he was serious, which wasn’t common. But how could I possibly help him, “What are you talking about? Other than recommending some kind of pills and saying ‘don’t eat gassy foods’, there’s not much I can - ,” “I know about your…” he paused, before adding, “fetish”

I raised an eyebrow. On the outside, my face was blank, but on the inside, I was screaming. This had to be a joke, right? There’s no way he could have found out; I’m always so careful about it. He looked uncomfortable, more so than when he walked in. He furrowed his eyebrows and started rubbing the bridge of his nose. He looked so cute, his messy black hair and stubble, when he seemed concerned. But I still didn’t know what he was talking about. After an awkward pause, he said,

“I know you like farts.”

Then my eyes widened. He couldn't know that, could he? I forced out a laugh, “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t have to play dumb,” I felt my face get red, he continued, “I’ve borrowed your laptop before; your YouTube watch history is full of videos of guys farting on each other, a lot of ‘atomic sit-ups’, like where guys are pranked into doing a sit up and smacking their faces into their buddy’s asses, your history links to a lot of stories about fart sniffing, fart slaves, other fetish stuff… no offense, but your porn video history is just flat out disgusting.” He let out a nervous laugh.

I felt like my stomach was about to come up out of my mouth, and I could barely breath. He knew?! All this time he knew how weird I was and didn’t’ say anything?! Why didn’t he bring it up ever? And why is he telling me this now?! I felt my hands tremble on my legs. I wanted to say something, defend myself, but I couldn’t speak; I sat there in shock.

“Look dude, I don’t care,” He brought his hands up, “I don’t care that you’re gay or that your into this kind of stuff. Different strokes for different folks, right? If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell you my fetish: I like women’s feet. I want to rub them, massage them, sniff their socks, kiss their soles, and suck on their toes. There; now we’re even. Now let me finish, because I have a plan that will help me with my problem, and I think you would love to be a part of it.”

My head was spinning. I was still flabbergasted by the fact that he found out about my fetish. I thought I was so careful! But also I was curious as to what the possible fuck he would even to bring this up for.

“You know how there are booths against the wall, and those have like this weird curtain thing around them? Well in case you don’t know, they set up the booths to go around the edge of the individual sections. I remember going to the fair last year, and it looks like no one can see beyond the middle of the person’s belly when they stand there.”

I remember going to the fair with him, and yeah, they were tall booths. I still had no idea where he was going with this, or what this had to do with me.

“Alright, so here’s my proposal,” He coughed, still shaking, “And I know this sounds weird, but again, I think you’ll like it and we can both benefit from it: I want you to be my fart vacuum.”

My eyebrow was still raised, and my heart was racing, “…what does that even mean?”

“Instead of holding them in, I’m going to let them out. Really soft and quiet. There’s music, so unless I have a really big fart, no one will hear me pass gas. And as long as there’s a constant stream of gas seeping out, there won’t be a chance to let out a huge, audible one. That would be fine enough, but thanks to the curtain holding them down there, there’s a good chance that any sudden movement will open a hole or something and all that nasty gas will seep out and it’ll be obvious to any girl who walks by that I’ve been ripping ass for the past hour or whatever.”

I felt my cock twitch in my pants.

He continued, “That’s where you come in; I want you to hide behind the booth; no one will see you. And here’s how I thought it out. You’ll be crouching behind me. When I need to pass gas, I’ll lean forward and stick my butt toward you. Then, I want you to press your face against my ass, as tight as you can so none of it gets out, and I want you to sniff up all of the gas until there’s no scent left. Or breathe it in your mouth, I don’t care what you do so long as you’re the only one who smells it. The event lasts two hours, so we’ll need to get there before they set up, and stay after they leave.”

My cock was rock hard. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that my best friend [how many times have I fantasized about him? How many times did I jerk off to the idea of burying my face into his gassy ass?], was actually giving me the offer of a lifetime! He walked right up in front of me, turned around, and bent over.

“You interested? If so, I really need to fart right now, and we could both use practice being as quiet as we can so no one finds out about this. If you are, get down here now and let’s start training. If not, I understand.”

There was a bit of an awkward pause, with Kevin looking over his shoulder at me, frozen, seeing what I’d do. His butt was hugged by his jeans…it looked so hot from this angle. My cock was rising in my pants. Once in a lifetime, why pass it up? I jumped down to my knees and nearly dove face-first in between my best friend’s ass cheeks. The fart he let out was short, but airy. There was a bit of a prrrp coming out. It puffed against my face. His cheeks jiggled a bit against my cheeks, I brought my hands up and grabbed onto his waist, squeezing it as I snorted up deeply, vulgarly. Normally I would be too embarrassed to act like this, but if my friend knew I was a filthy fart sniffer, I didn’t have reason to pretend I wasn’t. I sighed, shaking, my face burning with lust, still pressed up into his butt, “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. His fart lingered in the fabric of his jeans, the scent of a man’s musky ass.

Kevin chucked, “Looks like we both need to practice being quieter. The event is a month away so we only have one month to practice getting this right. I feel another one, so stay there, let’s try again.”

He let out another fart. This one was silent, not too deadly. I snorted it up, trying as hard as I could not to moan out again. I couldn’t believe this was really happening! I was training to be my gassy best friend’s personal fart vacuum!!!

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Over the next month, Kevin would come by a few times a week to hang out. Every time I got a text asking “Wanna practice tonight?” I’d reply “Yes” as fast as my fingers could type. And while he was over, every time he’d have to fart, he’d let me know it’s time to practice. I’d drop whatever I was doing, crawl behind him to his jeans or sweatpants clad ass, which he would stick out when bending over, and press my face into it. He’d leak out some rank ass fumes, each day he was getting better at letting them go silently, and I would lightly, but constantly, sniff them up. I’d stay there until all of the fart fragrance was gone. Even though they were pretty rough on the nose, I could feel my cock leak precum in my underwear. I was in heaven. I wanted to propose to him…if only he were gay.

A few weeks in, I started to feel bad because I realized that I was hanging out with him way more than I used to, only so I could suck up his farts. Even though it was his idea, and this was my way of helping him out, I couldn’t help but feel like I was using him. One night, after “suffering” through an unusually long stream of gas, I pulled away from his butt and asked him,

“Why are you doing this for me? Aren’t you grossed out?”

“Well, a little, I guess,” He admitted, “But I don’t mind farting on you if you like it this much. I mean, I think of it like this: if I were a girl, and was friends with a guy like me who also had a thing for feet, and we were really close, I’d let him play with my feet. Even if I’m not interested, and if we’re just friends, I wouldn’t be that weirded out by him because, well, foot play wouldn’t be that sexual for me. And as I am now, if I had a friend, a girl with really nice feet who wore cute socks, and she knew about my fetish but never let me come close, I would go crazy. So, farting on you just feels like I’m helping you out, the same way you’ll be helping me out by hiding all of my gas from the cute girls at the fair. That’s what friends are for, right? We got each other’s backs.”

That was the most unusual and convoluted reasoning I could have asked for, but I was getting facefuls of infinite farts, so why push my luck and complain.

He added, “Besides,” then he held the back of my head and roughly pushed his butt back into my face. It was so sudden, I couldn’t react until after he ripped a pretty loud beast on my nose,

PPRPRREPRPRERPERTI

I heard him laugh while I coughed and groaned, “This is hilarious to watch!”

“Fuck man,” I laughed into his cheeks, “That was nasty!”

“You’re welcome.” I looked up and saw he was looking behind at me and smiling, “Now enough goofing off; we only have a week to get this down right.”

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The day of the fair, my face was flushed and I couldn’t focus during any of the lectures. It was a Friday, and I noticed a lot of the kids around me were also having a tough time paying attention to the professor. Sure, they were probably excited about all kinds of parties that would go down tonight, but I didn’t think any of them had something better than I did to look forward to.

The fair was going to last from 6 to 8pm, but like Kevin said, I would have to go earlier so I could sneak into his booth unnoticed. I had on my hoodie, a t-shirt, and sweatpants; If I were going to be sitting around for hours down there, I had to be comfy. My pockets were stuffed with old socks, that I would use to masturbate into. To be honest, this whole arrangement has been ruining my life. I say that jokingly. What I mean is, I’ve spent so much more time masturbating than I used to because Kevin’s farting ass against my face has been driving me up the wall. Every time I have to sniff one, my dick gets so hard expecting a release. I feel awkward touching myself around him, so I have to wait until after he leaves to go to town down there. I’ve been cumming three times a day on average to the memories of each fart of the day.

Even though I never brought up my boners, I’m sure he probably saw me sprout wood here and there, and so the day before the fair, he told me, “Hey Dill Pickle, I know this is kind of awkward, but if I were in your position, I’d probably lose my mind if I didn’t touch myself once. Like…nearly three or four hours of this without cumming? I couldn’t do it. So, I guess as long as you’re quiet and careful and don’t make a mess or something, and as long as I don’t see it, you can jerk off down there, if you want. Just don’t tell me if you’re going to, cuz that might weird me out.”

I nodded with a blank expression, but on the inside my heart was going wild, “Ok, Kevin.”

So, pockets full of jizz socks, I took a few breaths to calm down. Sure I was excited, but I was also terrified. If something went wrong and we were caught, I’d be the laughing stock of the school. Who knows how much trouble we’d get in for doing this weird sexual stuff in public? But I was so excited…I couldn’t wait to begin.

I headed to the gym at around 5:15, check in wasn’t going to start until 5:30, so hopefully no one would be there yet. I walked down the blank white hall and turned into the arena. As I thought, there were only a few people doing last minute set ups, but they were on the other end and faced away from me. Sneaking up to a clipboard, I looked for Kevin’s name and assigned booth. Each row was labeled A to G, with those two being on either end of the wall. Kevin was going to be at G7, which was on my end of the gym. Perfect. I tip toed behind the booths, behind the curtains that were set up to give the space a more “enclosed” feeling, found G7, and got onto my hands and knees to crawl in. The gym floor was dusty, but over all, not a big deal. I looked up and saw the ceiling but not much else. I knew that, as Kevin predicted, no one would be able to see me down here unless they were up in the rafters looking straight down. My dick was rising in anticipation.

I sat there, impatient, while the gym slowly started to fill with clamor of chatting voices. People were signing into their booths. Oh god, what if I was in the wrong booth? I’d just have to make up an excuse; “Sorry, I thought you were my friend, I was just gonna scare him.” I kept my fingers crossed.

The curtain rustled, and Kevin walked in. He was looking slick in all black: black shirt tucked into black pants with black shoes. He never dressed up, so I couldn’t help but smile. He even shaved his stubble and gelled his hair. He must really be trying to give off a good impression. I could even smell cologne from down here. As nice as it was, I much preferred the smell of colon.

“How do I look?” He muttered, then turned as if he were looking for someone. His butt looked so beefy from the tight pants and the tucked in shirt. Of course I had a hard on.

“Like Adonis.” I whispered back. He smirked.

I asked, “How are you feeling?”

He whispered, “Scared.”

“Dude,” I whispered, “You’ll be fine. You’re a cool guy, you have nothing to be scared about. You’re cool, you look cool, all of the girls are gonna line up to get your number.”

He smirked again, “You’re just saying that because you love my farty butthole.”

“That’s beside the point!” I tried not to laugh. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have a friend like him. He walked to the front of the booth, giving me enough room to crawl behind him. I stared at his ass, which was at the same level as my face. I had never been more aroused in my life.

Waiting for this night to begin was one of the longer half hours I had to go through. I just wanted to get my face into his butt already, but unless he had to fart, there was no reason to. Luckily, he seemed to be having some butterflies in his belly, because before the event started, he leaned forward. From the outside, it would look like he was just bored. On the inside, I nuzzled my face between his cheeks. Not a false alarm: I could smell faint eggs, and his butt grew warm against my skin. Definitely the first fart of the evening. I sniffed it up.

A man’s voice chimed from the PA system, “Good evening, ladies and gents. I hope all you singles out there are ready to mingle, because this year’s Speed Dating Fair has officially begun” There was a collective whoop from the crowd.

Once the fair began I was surprised just how much he farted. He really wasn’t kidding when he said that he gets gassy when nervous. Each girl would come up to the booth for five minute, and sure enough, for each one he would lean forward and stick his butt toward me. Of course I was being the best fart vacuum I could be, and even though my dick was rock hard, I didn’t’ dare touch myself yet. I only had so many socks to use, and I didn’t want to blow through all of them at the beginning.

When the five minutes were up, a little bell would play and single everyone to move over. I heard Kevin chatting, saying his goodbyes, laughing at jokes, making jokes, talk about his interests over and over. It was so routine, it sounded like he rehearsed what he was going to say. I didn’t realize just how scared Kevin was to put himself out there like this. I could feel him tremble every once and a while. I stroked the side of his thigh, hoping it would calm him down. But of course, my main focus was on his beautiful ass. After what felt like ages, my dick couldn’t take it anymore. If my cock were a dog, it would be yipping and whining like crazy for his treat. I pulled out one of the socks and put it on over my throbbing hot cock. I stroked myself as Kevin leaned in for what felt like the hundredth time.

Needless to say, I had shot my load before the bell rang. As the night went on, I knew Kevin finally starting to feel at ease. The conversations with each new girl was much less predictable, more fluid. Sadly, that meant the farts weren’t coming out like they had been; either his nerves subsided or he just finally ran out of gas. But to my surprise, he did a lot of leaning in anyway, and I’d press my face into his butt, expecting a fart that didn’t come. I guess he wanted me to enjoy myself, while I wasn’t “on duty”.

I went through another sock.

The farting started up again, each one smoother than the last. Thankfully the smell wasn’t too offensive; just a day old egg mixed with ass sweat, not too rough. It was musky enough that I had to put in a conscious effort not to moan out.

The radio was on, like he said it would, and beyond the meet and greets, I could hear the latest pop hits echoing in the gym. I probably wouldn’t be able to hear Ed Sheeran’s voice again without getting a boner. I think that’s called Pavlovian conditioning. In front of me, Kevin started swaying his hips to the beat of the pop song that was blasting above me, while my face was still up in his crack. My head was swaying with his ass. I felt like Cinderella dancing with the Prince at the ball. That thought made me smile and I had to hold back a serious case of giggles.

And another sock down. My dick was getting sore, but my face was burning with lust.

Maybe a little after half way through the night, Kevin left for a bathroom break. I stayed hiding in the corner, thinking of how bizarre a direction my life had gone. Just a month ago, I had felt embarrassed about my fetish, and kept everything about it a secret, including my sexuality. I wasn’t even comfortable being out about being gay, just because I was afraid that would somehow clue in on these dirty desires. Then, after just one conversation, I feel like I’m living though something that would only happen in some crazy fetish story, like the ones I read online. I was in a fairy tale. If only I were a girl, I would pay Kevin back by letting him lick my feet all night or whatever the fuck else he wanted to do.

After another hour, my dick was begging me to stop getting aroused. Sorry buddy, I know I’ve been beating you up a lot, but it’s worth it. A new girl steps up, Kevin leans in again, I stuff my face into his ass and inhale, repeat. I started to feel sad because I knew once this night was over I wouldn’t get to do something like this ever again. No point in feeling down; I’ve got a hot farting ass on my face, I should rejoice! Nearing the end of the night, I could tell that all of the previous farts were soaking up into the fabric of his pants. The seat of his pants began to smell worse and worse. I hoped the moisture from his farts mixed with my breath wasn’t going to stick too long. Then again, the only way someone would tell is if they pressed their face into his ass like I had been for the past two hours.

Finally, after another bell chime, I heard an announcer off the PA system, “Alright, ladies and gents, I hope you all had a fabulous evening and got to meet a lot of fun new people. Who knows, maybe tonight will be the start of something beautiful. And I think I can say the obvious: I’m sure one of you is getting lucky tonight” A collective laugh.

Way ahead of you, buddy.

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Kevin and I walked back to my place afterward. We had to wait for enough people to leave where no one would notice I was in the booth with him. I felt pretty dirty because of all the used cum filled socks in my pockets, and my dick was aching like crazy, but I was shaking from it all. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked.

“…that was amazing, dude.”

He laughed, “You dirty fuck, you’re so disgusting. But you did a great job; I didn’t smell a thing.”

I smiled, “I know. Did you meet a lot of girls?”

“Oh yeah,” He smiled, “Tones. No surprise, a lot of them weren’t interested in me, and vice versa, but I met a few girls that I’m thinking of going on dates with in the next few weeks.”

“That’s great man.” I sighed

“Mind if I come over?” he asked, “I’ve got nothing else to do tonight but I’m too tired to go out.”

“Sure.”

…

We were sitting on the couch; he had rolled his sleeves up and was drinking the beer I gave him. I had my own beer in my hands. We were watching a really shitty horror film on Netflix. Instead of being scared, we spent the night making fun of the writing and the bad acting. “I’m gonna take a piss, don’t pause it.” He got up. I smiled, again, thinking of how lucky I was to have a friend like him. Any of the other guys I knew would probably cut me out of their lives if they found out I was such a fart pig. Again, I was wishing that one of the girls he met tonight would let him suck and nibble on her toes; he deserves it.

Walking back to his seat, he paused right next to me and said, “Fire in the hole!”

“What?” I turned and was face to face with his fancy-pants covered ass. He pulled my head in and let a monster rip on me.

“Dude!” I laughed, “What the literal fuck do you eat?!”

“Lots of cheese burgers.” He sat back down, smiling.

…

That night I didn’t masturbate because I was convinced my dick would fall off if I tried. I wasn’t surprised when I woke up the next morning because I dreamt he was holding me down and farting up my nose. I came in my underwear, in my sleep. My poor cock was exhausted. He’s infected my mind, but I don’t really care.

My Best Friend's Beautiful Ass

Wrote this based off a hot anecdote a follower told me forever ago.

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My friend Derek has known about me being gay since we met. I’m happy he never had an issue with it because some straight guys act weird around having a gay friend, let alone also being roommates. Living together, other friends have made jokes about us being like an old married couple. “Plus we never fuck anymore!” He’d say, get everyone to laugh. I’d laugh too, but felt kind of tortured because that kind of talk did turn me on.

He is pretty hot too. Tan skin, long dark brown hair, deep eyes, some stubble. He was thin like me, but more toned because he goes to the gym a lot. His smile makes my heart melt. And sometimes he walks around the apartment in just a towel and I get to see his back, and a faint impression of abs on his front, hair around his belly button trailing downward.

What I love most of all was his ass. I only got to see it in sweatpants or jeans. The way the fabric clung to the curves made me drool. I wanted him so bad, but he says he’s straight, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by hitting on him or anything.

I still couldn’t help myself, whenever we went out to bars he would lean against the rail and I’d get to enjoy the view of his big cheeks pushing against his pants. So badly I’d wanted to kiss and sniff his ass, and even more, I’d wanted to taste it.

One night, we’d gotten very drunk at some bar that was also a bit of a dance club. The music was fire and we were dancing in the crowd, numbed from beer and shots. At some point, the DJ spoke over the intercom,

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, it is just after one am, you know what that means!”

“ASS AND TWERK! ASS AND TWERK!”

Derek and I cocked our heads to the side like confused dogs. Ass and Twerk?”

“That’s right, if anyone here thinks they’ve got a fat ass to show off, come up on the stage now. Winner gets a free shot!”

On the stage against the back wall, a few girls that had been dancing walked up, their skirts and dresses tightly hugging their butts. Derek turned to me with wide eyes, wiggled his eyebrows, then rushed forward through the crowd.

“Where are you going?!” I called out. My heart was racing.

People laughed as Derek climbed onto the stage, because he was the only guy in a line of girls. He was in the middle of the line, his face a huge smile, and he’d winked at the crowd a bunch. Girls in the front row were cackling, while guys were catcalling. Derek had his tongue out. My body was shaking.

“Alright, Lady number 1, show us what you got!”

For each person, the DJ played the opening of Big Sean’s song “Dance”, over and over “Ass ass ass ass ass ass,” while the contestant would twerk for the crowd, and the audience would holler and cheer.

Then it was Derek’s turn.

“Alright, the one and only Sir in tonight’s competition, show us…uh, whatever you got,”

Laughter from the crowd. My mouth had gone dry. The ass song came back on, and to the beat, Derek whipped around, yanked his pants down, and bent over, wiggling his hips and showing the bar the back of his tight underwear. Grey boxer briefs barely contained his thick ass as he shook his hips and made his cheeks jiggle. Everyone was screaming. My cock was hard. Drunk girls in the front row were jumping up to slap his ass cheeks. The other girls on stage were clapping. The image burned in my memory. Even in my drunken haze I knew I was going to jerk off to this later.

After the whole row took their turns, the DJ spoke “Alright, lots of great shows here…I think that the best contender was…nope, it is a tie…Lady number 4 and the one and only Sir”

The bar erupted. “Ass off! Ass off!” My heart was going to break out of my chest. What place was this? Derek and I had never heard of an after-dark ass competition.

“Alright alright,” The DJ spoke as the rest of the contestants got off the stage. Only Derek and a short blonde girl stood there, “Now, both of you are tied. In order to crown this night’s Ass Champion, both of you need to step it up. Miss, pull up your skirt. Sir, pull down your underwear…”

The crowd was going crazy now, whooping and laughing. People had their phones out to get pictures. I felt frozen for a moment, but realized what was going to happen. I whipped my phone out and zoomed in on Derek.

Both of them turned around and mooned the audience. The girl was shaking her butt more, but my eyes were glued to Derek’s ass. It was smooth and plump, so thick that I couldn’t see his asshole even though he was bent over. His balls and cock hung from this view, as he’d dropped his underwear completely. I’d seen his bulge before and thought he was big, but I had no idea he was a horse. My mind went blank. My body was trembling. I was on the verge of going deaf from everyone screaming at the bawdiness of it. But I was recording a full 30 seconds of Derek exposing his ass to the crowd.

Finally both of them covered their butts, and the DJ said, “Hmm…very very close but I’m gonna have to be a gentleman and give it to the lady. Congratulations number 4, you are tonight’s Ass Champion!”

Everyone cheered. She bowed, blew kisses, and the bartender came over with her winning shot.

“Honorable shout out to the good Sir, the bravest man ready to show his stuff when no one else did” at least he got claps. Walking back through the crowd to me, he got a few pats on the back and a few girls smacked or pinched at his butt. I was fucking floored. I couldn’t believe what I just saw happened in reality.

“Fuckin lame dude,” He laughed, “She only won cuz she’s a girl,”

“Yeah that’s bullshit,” I gulped, “You should have won, you…” I couldn’t hold back because of all the beer I had earlier, “Your ass is beautiful,”

He burst out laughing, “You think?!”

“Yeah, that was so fucking hot,”

He kept laughing. My cock was hard.

After the bar, we staggered out and took an uber back to our apartment. Derek went to his room while I collapsed onto the couch.

…

The next morning I woke up to his ass. Derek was standing over me, his butt in the same underwear he had on last night, inches from my face, and he wiggled it side to side, and the smell was awesome. A hint of musk from not showering the day before, and sweating in his sleep.

“Wakey wakey” he grinned over his shoulder. “Thought I’d brighten your day with my beautiful ass,”

“W-What?”

“Yeah I remember what you said last night,” his voice was hoarse, “now i’m glad I know I’ve got a secret weapon against you,” He winked again, then walked off to go to the bathroom to shower. He swayed his ass back and forth with each step.

My cock was throbbing from just waking up, and from seeing his ass and remembering what I saw. While he showered, I rushed to my room and watched the video over and over again. The resolution was bad from being far away and filtered through bad lighting but I still got the outline of his ass cheeks, and even his cock and balls underneath, swaying his butt side to side, and turning around with a huge joyful grin at all of the people cheering for his ass.

I came all over my chest and stomach.

…

Since that night, he kept teasing me about what I’d said about his ass. I felt mortified. And I was mad that he was mocking how much I loved his butt knowing he’d never do anything sexual with me.

Finally, the best night of my life happened on his birthday. We’d gone out with a few of our friends to a bar, then after we headed over to their place for more beers and just to chill. We were sitting on their patio, relaxing in the cool night air, chatting and laughing. My face was flushed.

“I gotta cancel my gym membership,” our friend Cole complained, “I never go there,”

“Dude you gotta go,” Derek moaned, “It’s how I stay in shape. Look at this,”

He got up, turned around, lifted his shirt a little, and yanked up his jeans so they would make his butt stand out. My heart skipped a beat.

“Girls go crazy over my glutes. Sam does too,”

I jumped at him mentioning my name. Our friends all went “oooooo”

“Hey,” Derek’s voice slurred a bit from the drinks, “he’s gay, he’s allowed to say it looks good. You think my ass is beautiful right Sam?”

“Sure thing babe,” I laughed, winking.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” He raised his eyebrows, faced his butt toward me and wiggled it a bit.

I thought my stomach was going to turn. He had to know what he was doing to me. Our friends laughed along and changed, “Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it!” They clapped. My lips twitched in a smile, but I was overwhelmed by what was happening. Drunk Derek acted like a slut for attention around his ass. I could see in his eyes that he loved it. Or at least loved teasing me about it. Shaking his butt in my face and all my friends clapping for me, my drunk self couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and pressed my face into his ass, kissing between his cheeks against the fabric that just covered his hole. I felt Derek’s hands grab my head and push me against his ass as he grinded it on my face, laughing deeply, his jeans scratching against my skin. I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

“Derek leave him alone,”

He let go of me. My face was burning red. I couldn’t believe what’d just happened. My underwear felt wet from precum.

“You look shook,” Another friend laughed. We all laughed out loud.

I was beyond shook.

…

On the uber ride back to our apartment, I kept my eyes out of the window watching trees and buildings pass. I was very drunk, but I felt anxious from Derek making me kiss his ass in front of our friends. On the one hand it was humiliating and I didn’t like him teasing me about how I told him his ass was beautiful. On the other hand, this kind of teasing was turning me on. As my mind wandered, I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder and he muttered in my ear,

“You daydreaming about my beautiful ass?” His voice felt so smooth in my ear.

“No!” I was annoyed. I didn’t want the uber driver to hear and judge us. I turned and his eyes were so glassy and warm, he looked at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before. Like he was hungry.

He smiled. It made me shiver, “I know you are,”

“Quit it,” I gulped.

“Hey when we get back I want you to give me my birthday present,” He leaned back in his seat, his head up and his eyes closed.

Birthday present? I’d already given him a record he wanted earlier. And a shot at the bar. What was he talking about?

We got to the apartment. As I was changing into more comfortable clothes, ready to fall into bed, I heard him call from his room,

“Sammie boy, get in here!”

I wanted to go to sleep, but I rolled my eyes and left my room. When I got to the threshold of his room, I was frozen in place, and my eyes were wide.

He was on all fours on his bed, facing away from me. His head was down, and his clothes were still on, except he’d undid and dropped his jeans a bit so his ass was hanging out, still covered in underwear.

“You said my ass is beautiful,” He looked over his shoulder at me, swayed it slowly, “I want you to kiss it some more. Wish me happy birthday.”

My hands were trembling. His ass got closer as I started walking toward the bed. My cock was growing in my pants. The teasing was because I’d turned him on. And he wanted more.

I fell to my knees and crawled up to the bed, where his ass was looming over me. His feet were still covered in socks, and on my knees my face was at the same level of his big ass. I stared at it for a long time, my entire body was shaking, and I didn’t know what to do.

“C’mon, you know you want it,” He muttered like he was falling asleep.

I licked my lips, gulped, and leaned in. The warmth of his ass was hitting my skin, and getting closer I could smell his musk. I kissed one cheek softly. Then I moved to the other cheek, and kissed it deeper.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered, “Show my ass some looooove,”

I slowly pressed my nose between his cheeks, and my lips felt the indent of his asshole. I kissed deeply, and took in a long, slow sniff. With his cheeks wrapped over each side of my face, the warmth of the fabric and my breath and his stink was overwhelming. His ass had taken over all of my senses, and I moaned into it as he slowly swayed it back and forth, moving my head along with it. I wrapped my arms around his lower back, and pressed my face in deeper. I was in love with his ass. So fucking much. I pushed his cheeks forward so they would squeeze over my head and suffocate me a bit. I smothered myself in his underwear.

“You dirty boy,” he laughed, “I always knew you wanted it.”

I pulled away, and started rubbing my hands over his ass globes, feeling the warmth of his underwear. I saw my saliva had wet the fabric over the crack, which I’d wedged into his ass. My dick was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. I knew I couldn’t back off now. He’d lured me in and wanted a birthday present.

“Happy Birthday,” I whispered to him, and I pulled down his underwear. Like I’d seen at the night of the bar, his smooth ass took up my vision. Only it wasn’t completely smooth. He hadn’t shaved in a week or so maybe, and little hairs were poking out. Drool fell out of my lip. I licked it up and tried to focus. I ran my hands over his smooth ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Derek seemed to be holding his breath, waiting to feel it.

“Be gentle with me I haven’t done this before,” his voice came out very sober. I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me, and I leaned in and pressed my lips to his asshole.

“Oh,” he let out a little surprised moan. His hole was so warm, and his cheeks felt sticky against my face. His musk was strong now. Not dirty, but the smell of a sweaty man’s ass at the end of the day. The perfect smell. I poked my tongue through my lips and it met his hole. I licked around it, slowly and wrapped my arms around the small of his back like I was hugging his ass. My face smashed between his cheeks, I licked up and down his crack, putting a lot of attention around his asshole.

He moaned a lot. Quiet at first, also muttering swear words, but soon his hole was relaxing more and he was moaning more.

“Fuck, go up my ass,” He was pushing his hips into me. I did as he asked, and pushed my tongue deeper against his muscles and worked my way up his ass a bit. I moved in and out like I was fucking him with my tongue. He seemed to really like that, because he started laughing.

“That’s so hot dude, girls don’t do this stuff for me,” he gulped, “Don’t stop,”

I made out with his asshole for a long time. I don’t know how long, but my jaw and tongue were getting so sore. I didn’t care though. My face was burning red and my dick was on the edge of exploding. I slowly brought my hand up to touch and play with his balls, which were tight against him. As I rubbed them, massaging him from the inside out, his whole body started trembling. He was moaning like he was in heat.

“I’m gonna fuckin burst,” He panted.

He let me play with his cock. Slowly I rubbed it, feeling the precum at the tip against my fingers, and using that as lube. I licked from his taint up to his hole and back again, going up and down to massage it and make him shake. Doing so, my face was slipping from my saliva and I was rubbing it against his ass crack. Dragging my face up and down his ass was like my own kind of massage. My balls were swollen, and so were his.

Finally, I stopped and told him to move to the side for a bit. He did, and I laid down on the bed, and had him lay over me in a 69 position. I stared up at his throbbing cock.

“Use my mouth like a fuck toy,” I told him.

He was trembling as he lowered his cock toward my lips. I opened my mouth wide, and he slowly lowered his entire body onto me, his cock pushing passed my tongue and deep into my throat. I swallowed it, and he kept going. I started to gag, and gagging against his cock made him moan.

“Oh fuck,” He didn’t even get a change to hump me because my throat muscles were clenching around his cock. My eyes watered form gagging and through the tears I looked up at his tight balls and the mounds of his ass cheeks, wet with my spit. I wrapped my arms around his body and hugged tight. My throat massaged his cock until,

“Oh FUCK” he whimpered.

I felt hot cum shoot down my throat, and I fought against the reflex to gag so I could swallow it. Swallowing rubbed his cock even more, and so my throat was milking his cock. His balls were so tight and I felt like I was draining them. Pump after pump, I choked and gagged and swallowed hard to take it all. He shot so much cum into his throat that his body was shaking. Without touching myself I began to cum too, his chest rubbing against my cock was too much for me to take.

Finally he’d stopped twitching, and he felt like a dead log on top of me, his cock still in my mouth. It was getting smaller and I gently sucked on it, staring at his balls and ass.

“Fuck me dude that was,” he couldn’t say any more.

After dozing off for a moment, he got up and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He didn’t care that my gym shorts were soaking wet from my cum. I told him to get back onto the bed. He laid back down, and I yanked his pants off. I lay behind him between his legs and dove my tongue back into his ass.

After an hour long session of passionately making out with his hole, I realized he’d fallen asleep. I kissed his ass goodnight, and quietly left the room.

In the shower, my entire body was electrified. I replayed the events of the night in my head over and over. My throat was killing me from when he fucked it.

I jerked off twice before finally falling asleep.

…

We didn’t talk about what had happened the next day. It felt kind of awkward between the two of us. I was worried that Derek was too embarrassed. We were both really drunk, and he’d never told me he had a thing for guys before.

That night we were watching TV, but the both of us were on edge. Who would be the first to speak?

Finally, he said, “You know…last night was really….”

My heart paused.

“That was fucking awesome,” He laughed nervously, “I…I didn’t know if you’d do anything with me but, oh my god,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

He didn’t need to. I asked, “Do you wanna do it again?”

He blinked, and licked his lips.

We rushed into the bedroom for round two.

So for months I've been writing gay smutty fanfiction featuring the celebrities I thirst over with the help of my writing partner Seth Wilson whose work you can find at

and

blackridgefiction.blogspot.com

Black Ridge Fiction

In the town of Black Ridge the men are hot, the boys are horny and nothing is ever exactly as it seems.

This is the latest chapter is the smutty fanfic. You can read all the chapters on at this ao3 link.

Hollywood Hookups Part 9 Is Out!

Hi again everyone, me and my writing partner have another new story. This time it’s Chris Evans in a threesome with Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan. Feel free to check it out on my blog;

https://malecelebfanfiction.blogspot.com/2021/04/hollywood-hookups-part-9.html

Or on my friend’s newTumbl: https://supergeek29.newtumbl.com/

Or his AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23190089

If you guys have the time, please leave a comment with your thoughts, I'd appreciate it so much.

Title: Hollywood Hookups

Fandom: Real Person Fiction, Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF, DC Extended Universe RPF, X-Men RPF.

Pairing(s): Jason Momoa/Tom Holland, Taron Egerton/Hugh Jackman,Chris Evans/Scott Evans, Henry Cavill/Chris Evans/Scott Evans, Chris Hemsworth/Joe Manganiello, Henry Cavill/Armie Hammer, Jason Momoa/KJ Apa, Henry Cavill/Joey Batey, Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan/Anthony Mackie, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson/Tom Holland.

Rating: Explicit.

Warning: Contains graphic sex.

Chapter: 10/?

Summary: A collection of stories about the rich and famous getting hot and steamy. For the purposes of this story, all of the men in this world are gay and there are no hetero relationships in any of the pairings I’ll write.

Title: Hollywood Hookups 2

Fandom: Real Person Fiction, Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF, DC Extended Universe RPF.

Pairing(s): Jason Momoa/Henry Cavill/Chris Hemsworth/Tom Holland.

Rating: Explicit.

Warning: Contains graphic sex.

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: More stories in the collection of  steamy fantasies I have about the rich and famous getting hot and steamy. For legal purposes these stories are just fantasy. All of the men in this world are gay, and there are no hetero relationships in any of the pairings I’ll write.

Title: Hollywood Hookups

Fandom: Real Person Fiction, Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF, DC Extended Universe RPF.

Pairing(s): Jason Momoa/Henry Cavill/Chris Hemsworth/Tom Holland, Jason Momoa/Chris Evans.

Rating: Explicit.

Warning: Contains graphic sex.

Chapter: 2/?

Summary: More stories in the collection of steamy fantasies I have about the rich and famous getting hot and steamy. For legal purposes these stories are just fantasy. All of the men in this world are gay, and there are no hetero relationships in any of the pairings I’ll write.

We’ll i was burned, terminated or whatever. The network and huge stash of pics etc was bad enough but I lost some messages from conversations with a friend who died. But do they care? Nope.

So I’m. Back to start again. 🙌 Filth ahead.

Hot as ever!!!