Tracy accepted the coffee and stood. He walked into the living area and out the glass doors onto the balcony.
The night air enveloped his naked form sending a chill throughout. He stared into the darkness the sky's stars hidden by the glow of the city lights.
He missed the stars he used to stare at while laying on the roof outside the bedroom.of his youth.
"WOO WOO" came a call to his right. He turned to see a bunch of people on a nearby balcony. They had already been partying to some extent. And two of them were watching him through a pair of binoculars.
He turned to face them and toasted them with his cup. They got a full view of his manhood as a reward for their attentions. He felt his cock stir a bit and wondered if it would go to full mast for them too.
Tracy liked being looked at. The trim tight physique he had warranted many eyes to stare.
The applause to seeing his cock rise to half mast made him smile. It hadn't been so long that his plumb frame and speckled face got a different type of attention.
Among the tortures he remembered was being held face down in the boys room toilet while being swatted on the bare butt. He had to control himself not to gasp less he drown in the water. And the sight of his boy penis hardening made the event occur again and again for those who had only heard about his weird reaction.
Tracy reached for his cock but stopped. He wasn't allow to touch it. It was one of the many rules he had learned to obey.
Allen's hand touched his back. Tracy closed his eyes. He loved being touched. The hand on his back slowly slid down his back with the fingers on his backbone.
Kelly's hand began to do the same movement on his other side. Tracy's cock was rock hard now. He knew those guys on the other balcony was watching. That made his cock even harder if possible.
Kelly's hand was on the small of his back where Allen's was waiting.
"You available?" Allen had whispered in his ear that weekend long ago.
He stood at the bar as he had for many lonely nights. Tracy hated his job. He hated the community college he attended and those there that bullied him as they had in high school. He wished he could pack up and leave the city where he grew up. He wished he weren't chubby. There was so much he wished for.
The hands moved over his tight buttocks with fingers in the crack, finger tips on his butthole.
Tracy sighed. He loved the attention. It was like another life he had started living only six months ago. The city was different somehow.
The memory of walking through the community college was still fresh in his mind. Nobody recognized him. As he walked, Tracy felt taller. Eyes glanced then stared at him. Girls and even guys seemed to stare. He loved it. The long ignored penis in his jeans expanded. He used to shrink from anyone who looked at him but now he felt bigger, bolder and attractive.
The fingers pushed inside and the hands gripped each buttock.
"Get ready" Allen whispered in his ear. Tracy knew what to expect and he needed it. He didn't care the three were on the hotel balcony and others would watch him be objectified, used and revealed for what he was deep inside.
He had heard stories how people who used to be fat. Some said they still felt fat. He didn't. He felt like he always fantasized about feeling; tall, tight, muscular, hot, attractive, wanted, desired, sexy and valuable.
"Who's first?" Tracy muttered.
"Does it matter?" Kelly said in his ear.
Tracy shook his head slowly. It didn't matter. Just as long as someone wanted him. He ignored the yelled comments from the other balcony. They were getting a show.
He was used to being yelled at. But for the past year, the name-calling he had heard years before were changed to cruder but flattering comments.
The cock entered him. Tracy sighed. A cock inside him didn't only make him feel sexy but full of admiration and desire.
"Face it kid, you're fat" his step father had said long ago when Tracy had come home with a black eye. He had tried to fight back. That was the man's advice. But the taller boy hit back hard. "You'll be that way the rest of your life".
"Huh?" he had looked at the man.
"Are you available?" Allen had said in the bar. Tracy had never been approached before. He had admitted to himself he was gay long ago. Bravely he started going to a bar that was near the college campus. Nobody called him names there. He didn't get smiles and flirtatious one liners like the other hot men and boys but nobody shoved his head into a toilet at least.
It had been months of quietly drinking at the bar, talking to a tip seeking bartender and then going home. He could avoid his step father that way too.
"Fuck kid you can't join the Army, you can't go to college, you can't get a decent job, what the fuck good are you?" The man yelled after Tracy was sent home from the recruiting station.
"They just say I have to loose weight" he stammered. Somehow he wished the man would suddenly like him and help him so he could be accepted.
"You'll be fat forever" the man said adding "looser like your mother" as he staggered away. Tracy didn't get angry. He sighed and believed the man's usual degrading comments.
"Like that boy?" Kelly asked. Tracy nodded enjoying the feeling of the cock that pistoned his butt and the hands that clutched at his buttocks.
"My turn" Allen said. Tracy felt the man's thicker cock expand his sphinter after the brief empty feeling from Kelly's withdrawn cock.
"I like you" Allen had said. Tracy knew some guys liked chubby men. He went with the man from the bar. They talked, he heard himself rattle on and on about his life, school, step father, bullies, being gay..... nobody had wanted to listen before so years of thoughts, fears, concerns, anger and complaints flowed from him.
"You ok?" the man said. They were on the couch. Empty glasses on the coffee table marked the hours that had gone by.
"Oh fuck, you must think I'm a total looser" Tracy said hearing his step father's comments in his head.
Allen took his wallet out and pulled a photo from inside. "That's me"
Tracy saw the round cheeks, large waisted shorts and thick white legs.
The work was hard. Month after month he struggled. Allen had put the photo of him on the bedside table in his new room. Tracy stared at it daily then measured his waist and stepped on a scale nearby. It was slow but it worked.
"Gonna cum" Allen grunted. Tracy knew the man's sperm would spew again and again filling the rubber that encased the cock inside him. He had seen that cock arch it's contents in the air again and again over the years. He had swallowed it more then a few times. He had bathed in it whenever he could.
Kelly's was different. He exploded with two maybe three bulbous plops of thick blobs of cum. He loved seeing it too and often lay under the two men's showers of sperm.
"Thank you Sir" he said.
"Hey" someone said to him that day Tracy went into the bar. The new tank top showed off his pecs and flat stomach. But until eyes stared and smiles widened, he didn't feel the progress he had made.
"Look at yourself" Allen said standing behind Tracy's naked body. The man wrapped the tape measure round the thinner legs, the tight waist, the built chest.
Tracy loved feeling the man's bare body against his back, the arms surrounding him. It was a warmth he had never felt. Fat of fit, it felt wonderful.
"Go ahead on your own, you'll see what I mean" Allen said.
"Here wear this" Kelly handed Tracy the new clothes. He had been naked for weeks and months, not allowed to wear anything, kept a virtual prisoner in the apartment used for sex, made to do chores, cook, clean and work out with them.
School was ignored, he had quit work. He didn't say anything to his step father when he carried his backpack and left the home he had known for his life. The photo of his deceased mother among a few momentos and no clothing were in his backpack with school books.
"You will obey every order" Allen said. He took charge promising to change Tracy's life.
Kelly moved back inside. Tracy's sphincter shrunk back to grip the younger man's cock. While Allen's cock was thicker and his pumping rougher, Kelly's was longer and his action faster.
Tracy held the balcony railing harder as Kelly jammed fast and then yelled out when his body exploded into the condom he wore.
The applause the onlookers offered made the three of them laugh.
Tracy stood upright and turned bowing as if the show was over. His cock was still hard. Kelly moved to the front and grabbed it while Allen moved to his back and reached around to punish the pierced nipples Tracy had.
As Allen teased, pinched and pulled, Kelly pumped the cock and pulled the balls making Tracy truly hurt and suffer as his own body reached for the ultimate release. He was supported by the thick arms that had surrou8nded him even when he was fat.
That first night, he was surprised that Allen wanted to have sex with him. Nobody had and Tracy presume nobody ever would.
"I uh never uh" He stammered not sure if he should thank the man or beg for more.
Kelly came into the room. He was younger, smooth skin, trim and tight and hung like photos of guys Tracy had seen often on the computer.
"Time for something more" Allen said. Tracy couldn't believe the younger hotter guy wanted to have sex with him. His face was Kelly's first target and his butthole the second. The hours went by and Tracy felt different then he had ever felt before.
The next morning, he moved from the bedroom to the bathroom and then the living room.
Allen was there, naked, drinking coffee. "Kelly has a cup for you" he said.
Tracy saw Kelly, also naked, in the kitchen. "First you kneel and please me then I give you food"
Tracy, feeling slightly abused, knelt and sucked on the long cock letting it's contents flow down his throat. The coffee came afterwards.
"From now on that's what you'll do every morning" Allen said "Today you get your things and move in."
He wasn't asked. It just felt right. Tracy would do whatever these two men said. He wanted to be a different person.
The applause came again. Tracy waved and smiled. He loved being naked. He loved being fit, he loved the attention.