Desert Heat

Desert Heat Chapter 8

Author's Note

Introduction

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This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man (Fernando) and a younger man (Matty) who fall in love. Both are adults. It's also a story about Matty's cousin Jimmy who is being abused without his knowledge by a close friend, and a story about Fernando's son Johnny and his lover Alex Xiao, a basketball player and engineering student.

The story starts slow but will build up to more detailed sexual situations soon.

I plan 1 chapter every month.

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Author's Notes

·        Incorrect Name. Fernando Castillo was accidentally misnamed Fernando Chavez in chapter one. Castillo is correct. I hope there's no confusion. One of the Castillo's sons would have had the same name as a real-world cousin of mine if his last name were Chavez. The character in this story is not based on my cousin.

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·        This type of story is new to me. I welcome your feedback, but this story is a new LBGTQ genre for me so please be gentle.

·        My editor is Robbear (robbear78@gmail.com). He not only edited this story but provided a lot of insight and suggestions that made the story better.

My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

·        The Dancing Princes 

Desert Heat Chapter 8 (Parallel Paths)

Jimmy

I was out of the closet. Not to my family, not to my friends and not to my classmates, but to Josh and Troy – and most importantly to myself. I still liked girls. I mean, I liked to look at them. I hadn't kissed one since high school, and it had never been as arousing as kissing Josh or Troy. I could tell myself I hated it, but I couldn't convince myself and whenever I protested to either of them they just laughed at me and squeezed my erection. And that was before Josh had made me watch the video. Since then, there were more videos. Lots more.

On Monday, Josh had shown me what we'd been doing. On Tuesday, he'd come by, forced me to have sex with him again and then spent the night in my bed. In the morning, Josh woke me up.

"Rise and shine, Jimmy."

Josh's hand smacked my butt. When I didn't get up, he smacked my butt again.

"Okay! I'm getting up!"

Josh yanked me out of bed. He sat down and pulled me across his lap and smacked my ass hard, ten times in rapid succession. "Don't take that tone with me. The answer is `Yes, Sir' and you'd better have a smile on your face."

"Yes, Sir! I understand, Sir."

"That's better. Now drop to your knees and suck my dick," Josh demanded.

I hated him and I hated that he was making me do this. And most of all, I hated that my traitorous cock was hard.

I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth, but Josh pushed my head back and said, "You need to look up into my eyes and tell me what you love about my cock."

"I don't love your cock. I hate it. SIR!"

"Bullshit!" Josh replied, bouncing my erection up and down with his bare foot. "You love being treated like the cocksucker you are. You loved it the first time and you love it now."

My ears were burning. I looked at Josh's dick in my hand and said, "I like that your cock is big, Sir."

Josh laughed and patted my head. "That'll do this time, but I recommend you think of a few details when you suck Troy off later. He's not as forgiving as I am. Now you can suck it."

He said that like it was a reward. I couldn't really deny that I liked sucking cock, not the way my own was hard and leaking while I was on my knees. But I couldn't bring myself to be grateful to him for forcing me to admit it to myself.

I swallowed the head of his cock and started massaging it with my tongue. Josh just sat there and enjoyed it, rubbing his hands through my hair and occasionally murmuring "good job" or "damn fine cocksucker".

I was so horny. I reached down and started masturbating, but Josh kicked my hand away. "It's rude to focus on yourself when you're supposed to be pleasing someone else."

I put one hand on Josh's knee and wrapped the other around the balls. Josh's cock was bigger than mine. I was normal. I'd measured it and checked online. Six inches was average. Josh was an inch or so longer than me, but he seemed almost twice as big around.

Josh flicked my forehead. "Concentrate on what you're doing. Don't think about anything except the cock in your mouth. Think about how you can make it feel good, how you can make it cum."

I set my mind to following Josh's orders. His cock filled my whole mouth with very little room to spare. I had to be careful not to scrape it with my teeth. I didn't want to imagine what Josh would do to me if I bit him, even accidentally.

He was circumcised and the head of his cock felt like a firm sponge on my tongue, while it seemed as if the smooth skin concealed an iron bar. There was a taste that I couldn't really describe. It wasn't a bad taste, but it was different. In some ways, it tasted like Josh smelled.

A memory came flooding into my mind. All the guys had left the apartment, all except for Josh. At some point during the drinking part of the evening I'd ended up stripped to my underwear sitting on Josh's lap. He was wearing a muscle shirt because he'd played racquetball before coming over. He wasn't sweaty anymore, but he had been when he got there. Whenever I turned my head to talk to him, I could still smell him. I was hard and dripping. Whether it was from his scent or his fingers running lightly across my abdomen, I had no idea. On a whim, I'd licked his chest. The taste of his dried sweat was exactly the taste that now filled my mouth.

None of this felt quite real; it was more like a movie where I was the central character... but I was detached from myself... That strange feeling of hollowness, where I knew that I had done these things, but I couldn't connect to them emotionally; that was what it was like... It must have been the drugs Josh was giving me... I remembered being really into it, but I couldn't connect it with myself... Was I that guy on the screen? Did I want to be that guy on the screen?

Josh grabbed my head and pulled it down on his cock until I was gagging. I tried to push away, but he held me firm. "Damn! Your throat feels awesome spasming around my cock. Take my cum! Take it right down to your cocksucking stomach."

I swallowed. It wasn't like I had any choice.

Matty

Waking up in Fernando's bed was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wasn't normally a morning person, but being awakened at 6:00 a.m. by a sexy stud kissing you passionately was the best feeling in the world.

"Wake up chico guapisimo. It's time to get in the shower."

He was sitting next to me on the bed, so I reached over and took hold of his thick cock. It was already half hard. "Mm, do we have time to... you know?"

"If we have sex we won't have time to shower or grab breakfast," he said, as he nibbled my ear.

"I like food, but... I like sex better," I said with a smile.

Fernando wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. He carried me naked into the bathroom and stood me up in the shower. "We can't go through this every morning, mi corazon. We have time for a little frotamiento." He took hold of my dick and squeezed it alongside his. Then he kissed me. "And a lot of besando."

He adjusted the water. He liked it hotter than I did, but I didn't object because his mouth was on mine and his hand was squeezing my cock. The hot water filled the shower with steam, but my own heat came from deep inside me and it continued to build until I cried, "Oh, daddy! I'm going to cum."

My breath was ragged, and my heart was racing. Fernando held me tight and grunted, "Me too, mijo."

Mijo? I knew that word. It meant "son". I tried to hold back, but hearing Fernando call me "son" sent me over the edge. I collapsed against him and shot my load all over his hand.

"Damn that's hot, mijo... shit, I mean chico. You're a sexy little thing."

And then Fernando shot all over my abdomen. He liked to be the big, strong guy and I liked it when he was, so I took advantage of him and let him support my weight. When we finished cumming, he pulled me up, so my feet weren't touching the floor and kissed me hard. He sucked my neck, marking me as his boy for everyone to see.

"Now it's time to get clean, Matty," he said.

He rushed me though my shower, making sure I cleaned up completely. Then he hurried me while we dressed. He shoved a paper wrapped burro into my hands. "Lentajas estofadas," he said. "Stewed lentils with jalapeños. I had to pick up some burros for us because I don't know a lot of vegetarian recipes, but I'll learn."

He was too good for me. Sometimes I wished I weren't such a picky eater. The idea of eating meat made me sick to my stomach. My mother had always indulged me, but Uncle Bob made fun of me and said I was turning into a lesbian. He always thought he was funny.

On the drive over to Johnny's house, I said, "You called me "mijo" in the shower this morning."

"Sorry, chico. It slipped out, which is kind of loco if you ask me because I was having sex with you at the time. Did it freak you out?"

"No, sir. It was kind of sexy."

"You are a kinky little thing. Sexy, but kinky as hell. Don't tell Johnny or Carlos that I called you `mijo' while we were having sex – and especially don't tell Neto. I love that boy like my own son, but he has a mouth."

"Yes, sir. I'll keep quiet... but I did think it was sexy."

Fernando put an arm around me and said, "It was, but I am not prepared for my sons to hear me call you that. You can be my mijo when we're alone together."

I wiggled my butt in the seat, trying to get my dick into a more comfortable position, but it didn't help. I had to shove a hand down my shorts and rearrange it. At the house he bundled me up in a blanket and set my burro in the fridge. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until Neto shook my arm.

"Rise and shine, sweetie pie. It's time to get ready for school."

I sat up and Neto shoved a mug of coffee into my hands. "You look like a cream and sugar sort of twinkie, so I hope you like it."

It was good. He'd put enough cream in it for me. It was even sweet enough. "Thank you," I said. "You're too good to me."

"You think that now. Mr. Castillo... sorry, he keeps telling me to call him Fernando now that I'm an adult... Fernando... is obsessed with you, so Johnny and I have decided you're family, not a guest. Drink up so I can show you where the blankets go, and tomorrow after school I'm going to show you where we keep the dish soap."

I smiled and said, "Any time. I'm happy to help. I can do the dishes today after school if you want."

It made me really happy to be considered family by Neto and Johnny. It made everything seem so much more real.

"Not today, cutie. Fernando has asked me to drive you to an appointment after school. So that means you don't get to ogle Johnny while he practices with the team."

"What appointment?" I asked.

Neto sat back and took a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. He told me it was your idea. I'm taking you to the waxing parlor. He told me to tell you that you have to decide what you want. You can cancel the appointment; you can get the basic sack and crack deal; or you can get the full body wax."

"What do you think I should do?" I asked tentatively.

"I think you should do what you're comfortable with, sweetie, and don't let big bad Fernando push you into something you don't want."

"I want to be pretty for him," I said. "He's helping me get in touch with my softer side."

Neto stretched out his hand and stroked my cheek. "You're already smooth and soft. But, I think Fernando would prefer you to get the full body treatment. That was the implication I got when he was asking me to take you to the salon."

"That's what I'm doing then," I said decisively.

Neto helped me fold my blanket and put it away on a shelf they'd set aside for me in the linen closet. Then he and I walked to the school campus together. Johnny and Alex both had early classes, so they'd left an hour before Neto woke me up. It was just the two of us this morning. It didn't take long to get to school. My first class was the history class I shared with Johnny. We sat next to each other this time.

A guy looked over the back of his seat and said, "Does Alex know you've got this cute little guy on the side?"

He was smiling and so was Johnny, so I assumed the guy was joking. "Rob, this is Matty. Matty, this is Rob."

Rob reached back and held out his hand. His grip was strong and masculine.

"Pleased to meet you, Matty. How did you come to know this guy?" He gestured at Johnny.

It was Johnny who answered. "Back off, horndog. Matty's my papa's boyfriend. So, you don't want to go there."

"Whew! That I never expected. No offense, but isn't he kind of young for your dad?"

"I'm turning nineteen in a few weeks," I said.

"A sexy, sexy baby," Rob said. "Like I said. Good to meet you. If you're friends with this guy, I'll probably see you around sometime."

Then Rob and Johnny started talking about a party they were attending this weekend. It sounded like a Halloween party for the athletes. Rob was a tennis player, and he was seeing one of the football players they just called "Downlow".

"Doesn't it bother you that your boyfriend won't acknowledge you in public?" I asked.

Rob laughed and whispered, "Not really. He says he'll come out after he's been drafted. He won't do it beforehand because it could ruin his chances, but once he's on a professional team, he won't care. Besides, it means that I get to see other guys occasionally. He has a girlfriend for show, and I need to do something when they're out on a date."

I shook my head. "I couldn't do that. Now that I'm out. I want to be out. And I want to be able to hold hands with my boyfriend in public."

Rob mussed my hair like I was a little kid. "Some of us aren't ready to settle down and play house yet. I'll get there some day, but not this year."

After class, Johnny walked with me to my next lesson. And that's how it went. Periodically, someone would come up to me and introduce themselves as a friend of Johnny, Neto or Alex and walk with me to class. I only saw Josh lurking around once, but he didn't approach me.

Jimmy

Going to class sober and awake was a new experience for me this year. I had a dull throbbing ache in my butt from all the times Josh had fucked me. It didn't really hurt, but it was a little distracting. I kept thinking about Josh thrusting inside me and every time it happened my dick got hard. After my second class, I gave in and texted Josh. "Hey, what's up?"

He'd drugged me and raped me, and he was blackmailing me. Why was I texting him?

My phone buzzed telling me that I had a new message. It was from Josh. "I'm up. I bet you're up, too. You're free now. Meet me at my room."

My ears were burning. Had I just texted Josh because I was getting horny? Had he been expecting me to? I walked to Josh's dorm with a burning sense of shame overwhelming me. I wondered if any of the guys who saw me climbing the stairs knew that I was here on a booty call. I felt like a total slut.

I knocked on the door and waited for Josh to answer. I didn't have to wait long. He was smiling like a wolf as he ushered me into the room. Troy was there and a black guy I didn't know was kneeling on the bed, naked, sucking his cock. He was about the same build as me, thin but muscular and his butt was round like Matty's.

Josh took my backpack and tossed it on a chair. Then he swatted my butt. "Get naked, Jimmy boy. Bitches don't wear clothes in our room."

I glanced nervously at the guy I didn't know, but he was naked and his clothes were on the floor by the bed. I guessed the two of us were the bitches Josh was talking about. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my tee-shirt and then dropped my shorts. Josh didn't let me wear underwear, so my erection bounced around for everyone to see.

Josh walked over to his bed and lay down. He gestured for me to join him. "Do you see what Jayvion is doing for Troy? That's your job. Climb up here and suck my dick."

I climbed onto the bed and took hold of Josh's cock. My mouth started watering before I could even get into position.

"Kiss it first and tell me something nice about it."

I looked at Josh's cock for a few seconds and then I kissed it. "I like the way your cock tastes."

Josh slapped me gently upside the head. "Sir," he said.

"I like the way your cock tastes, Sir."

"Then show me how much you like it, Bitch."

I swallowed the head of his cock and started to bob up and down. I could hear Troy grunting. "Good job, Cocksucker."

I was trying to get a glimpse of the action on the other bed, but Josh slapped me less gently and said, "Pay attention to what you're doing."

I focused my attention on Josh's cock, on the taste and on the way it filled my mouth. I tried to take him into my throat, but I kept gagging. Josh was still being patient with me, but I knew from experience that he would get bored with waiting for me to do it on my own.

I heard Troy saying, "$100 dollars is your share, Jayvion. You have to work your way up to a half share. You're still at a fourth. If you're good on Saturday, you can make it to a third share."

"Yes, Sir." It was obvious that Jayvion wasn't happy.

I could hear him sighing as he put his clothes on and left. Then I heard a slap and a gasp and Troy said, "Watch the attitude, Bitch, or I'll slap you again. And don't think I can't cut you back down to a fifth."

"Yes, Sir!" Jayvion said.

He was leaving the room when Troy climbed onto the bed behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. He whistled and said, "Jimmy's little fuckhole is kind of red and swollen, Josh. Did you rub some lotion on it for him?"

"Not yet," Josh replied. "He hasn't asked me yet."

Troy smacked my butt and said, "Take a break. Josh's cock isn't going anywhere. Does your little fuckhole hurt?"

I stopped sucking and replied, "Yes, Sir. It hurts."

Troy ran a finger over my swollen ass lips. "Then say, `Daddy, my pussy hurts. Please rub it and make it feel better'."

I shook my head. I wasn't going to say anything like that.

Josh shoved his finger roughly inside me, sending a wave of pain running through me. "If you want me to make your pussy feel better, you'll ask me just the way Troy told you to. If you don't, I'm going to shove a plug in your pussy and make you sit on it all day. And if you think it hurts now, just wait until tonight."

I gritted my teeth and said, "Daddy, my pussy hurts. Please rub it and make it feel better."

"Hmm. You've got a little bit of an attitude going on, but I'll let it slide this time. If Daddy's little girl has a sore pussy, then Daddy will make it feel better."

"Do you have to call my ass a pussy? I'm not a girl."

Troy smacked my ass hard. "When I fuck a guy, he's a girl. And when I fuck an ass, it's a pussy. Get used to it. Josh is a real sweetheart to you girls, but I'm not."

Then he put a slimy finger against my hole and began rubbing it. He massaged a cool slippery gel into me. The pain didn't disappear, but it felt better. I didn't want to let him know that he was making me feel good, but I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Troy seemed intent on making me humiliate myself. "Tell Daddy he's making your pussy feel good."

"You're making my pussy feel good, Daddy," I said.

"Good. Daddy takes care of his girls. From now on, I want you to think of this hole as your pussy. If I hear you call it anything else, I'm going to beat your ass until it turns red. Don't think I'm not serious. Jayvion spent an entire week sleeping on his stomach because I had to spank some sense into him."

"Yes, Daddy," I said.

I went back to sucking Josh's dick and Troy played with my ass – my pussy – until Josh came. The whole time, he was talking to me.

"You're one of our girls now, Jimmy. That means your pussy and your throat are going to be used a lot. When we say, `suck dick', you swallow dick. When we say, `bend over', you get fucked. You'll do it whenever, wherever and to whomever we tell you to. And if you give us any lip, you'll get punished. If you can follow the rules, you'll get to enjoy a lot of dick. You'll even earn yourself a little bit of money."

I swallowed the last of Josh's cum and said, "I don't want to be a whore."

Josh was smiling and shaking his head like he knew I'd fucked up. Troy pulled his finger out of my ass – my pussy! - then he pushed my face down into the bed between Josh's legs and slapped my butt ten times.

"Next time you get my belt, bitch. I don't want to hear any whining or any attitude from you. You're our bitch, Josh's and mine. If we say you're a whore, you're a whore. And you'd better say `Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy." I was nineteen years old, and I was crying like a baby.

Josh pulled me up onto his lap and brushed away my tears. He kissed me while I cried. Then he said, "You're pretty when you smile, Jimmy, but you're even prettier when you're crying. Your two daddies are going to take care of you. But you need to be a good girl. You need to do what we tell you to do."

"Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy," I said quickly, not wanting to feel Troy's belt against my butt.

Josh held my face and said, "Good. I like this new attitude. Daddy's going to buy you some sexy undies and clothes to wear. You can pay me back later. I'll just take it from your share of the profits. I already bought you a douche attachment for your shower. We'll get you some hair remover because we like our girls to be soft and smooth. And you'll be making a fifth share of the income less your expenses. Most of our clients are poor college students so we have to keep the costs down. You'll be making $4 a blowjob and $10 a fuck to start, but you can work your way up to a half share if you bring in enough money."

My heart felt like lead and my stomach was twisted in knots. I forced myself to say, "Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy."

Josh helped me up and kissed my cheek. "Good girl. Let's get you to Student Health. You have to pick up a prescription for PrEP."

Neto

I was walking across campus toward Matty's last class when I saw Josh and some pretty little white boy walking toward Student Health. At first I thought it was Matty, but the boy was taller and a little less skinny than Fernando's boy. Blondie looked like he'd been crying. If I had time, I'd slap that creep Josh around a bit and sit that little boy toy on my knee to comfort him.

As it was, I was late. Matty was standing around in the lobby of the Econ building all by his sweet little lonesome. There was something about him. I knew what Fernando saw in him as soon as he gave me that smile of his that lit up my afternoon. I shoved a hand down inside my pocket and rearranged my junk. That's Nando's boy and you'd better just remember that fact, I thought to myself.

"Hi, Neto."

I smiled back at him and threw my arm around his shoulders. "Hey there, sweetie. Are you ready to get out of this place?"

He nodded and said, "I sure am. I've been thinking about it all day."

We were walking home to get my car. I didn't have a parking permit because I lived so close to campus. Johnny never drove to school either. Alex did, but he had a free parking permit because of his athletic scholarship. Before he moved in with us, he seldom used his car. He just left it in his assigned spot in the garage. Now he drove it back and forth daily because he liked to keep his gym bag inside it instead of carrying it from class to class. Of course he had practice almost every day, so he didn't need to walk for the exercise - and none of us missed him leaving us scrambling to keep up with his long stride.

"Are you sure you want to get waxed for your man? He is smoking hot, but you don't need to be doing things you don't want just to please him."

"Yes," he said. "The more I've thought about it, the more exciting it seems. It's not just Fernando." He said the name with a song on his lips. "It's me. Fernando isn't making me do anything. He just accepts me and makes me feel safe to be who I am."

"Mm-hm," I replied. "I think you're so caught up in your papi cadente that you don't know what you want right now."

Matty was frowning so I chucked him under the chin like a little kid and said, "Don't you get mad at me. I'm a truth teller. It's what I do. At least it's only hair and it will grow back if you change your mind. Just promise me you won't go along with things that make you uncomfortable."

He shrugged and said, "Nothing's made me uncomfortable so far."

"That's because your dreamy DILF is a good guy, but he's older and a lot more experienced than you. He may be into things that you're not ready for."

"Like what?" he asked innocently.

"I don't know. Maybe he'll want to share you with some friends or put his whole hand up your butt or... do something really nasty. I can't think of everything."

"Why would he want to put his hand up my butt?" His eyes were wide. I had his attention now.

"Baby, I can't explain why guys do some of the things they do. Just be sure to tell Fernando `No' if he tries to do something you don't want to do."

Matty was nodding. I pulled him tight against my side as we walked up the driveway to the house.

"I'll tell him," Matty said. "But he wouldn't do those things to me."

The boy was probably right. Fernando was a good guy, but the age difference bothered me. And the difference in maturity bothered me even more. Matty was a fresh little virgin. I'd started sucking cock at thirteen, and let an older cousin pop my booty cherry when I was fifteen. I taught Johnny how to give a blowjob when he was sixteen and I'd thought he was a late bloomer.

I ushered Matty inside so we could drop off our backpacks. We had about thirty minutes before we had to leave for his waxing appointment, so I grabbed us a couple of cold cokes.

"I saw Josh today," I said. "He was heading toward Student Health with a cute little güero who looked a lot like you, just a little taller."

Matty heaved a sigh. "Probably my cousin, Jimmy. He still hangs around with Josh."

"Are you sure your little cousin isn't gay? He had his hand in Josh's back pocket and Josh had his arm around his shoulders. They looked like a couple."

Matty shrugged. "I never saw any hint that he was gay when we were kids and I roomed with him for six years. Josh was always horsing around with Jimmy when they got drunk or stoned, but Jimmy didn't even see it as gay. He's kind of oblivious when it comes to that kind of stuff."

"If you say so, little guy," I replied. "But my gaydar is pretty damned good, and that boy looked gay as fuck today."

We chatted about Matty's homelife a little. The poor boy had lost his daddy when he was twelve; something about a mining accident.

"My dad was different from Jimmy's dad," Matty said. "He liked music and movies. Uncle Bob always made fun of the fact that my dad liked to cook, and he was really good at it. And that he could sing really well. He even made fun of the way my dad always smelled nice. Mom said that he resented my dad because he made money. He was some kind of supervisor."

"It must have been hard moving in with them," I said, beginning to feel sorry for the boy.

"It was. My dad died in some kind of accident at work and mom didn't have any money except for the insurance settlement. She worked as a waitress at the local restaurant, but didn't make a lot of money. I guess it made sense for her to move in with her brother. She kept house for him, and he paid most of the bills."

"What about his wife?" I asked. Truth was that I was getting curious about Jimmy's background. I'd seen that twink with Josh. There was no way those two weren't fucking.

"She ran off with a black man when Jimmy was four. Mom said that's what made Uncle Bob such a bigot. But, all his friends were bigots too, so I didn't think that was true. Jimmy and I were more like brothers than cousins anyway. He's my double cousin, you know."

"What's a double cousin?" I asked.

"My mom and Jimmy's dad were brother and sister, and my dad and Jimmy's mom were cousins. That's why we look so much alike."

We rinsed our cans out to put them in the recycling bin and then went out to the car where Matty continued his story. "Jimmy's taller than me, but that's because my mom and dad were both short. Jimmy's dad is tall, but his mother was shorter than my dad."

"Did Jimmy date a lot in high school?" I asked. I was looking for evidence that Jimmy was gay.

"No, he didn't really date at all. He played baseball and hung out with the guys. He went to the school dances with a girl named Lettie Brown, but they never dated. She ended up getting married right after school to an older guy who worked as a mechanic."

Hung out with the guys, went to dances but didn't date, he sounded like a closeted gay boy to me. But that could just be wishful thinking on my part.

I did manage to get Jimmy's full name out of the conversation. It was James Robert Koenig Junior. When he was real little, some of the relatives called him "Jackie", but his dad made them stop because he thought it was a girl's name.

Matty

I was nervous when we went into the waxing salon. The woman behind the desk insisted on seeing my ID and she still didn't believe that I was eighteen until she saw my college ID had the same age. Then I had to wait for the only employee who waxed guys to be free. When I was shown back, Neto said he was going to the Starbucks right next door and to text him when I was done. They wouldn't let him come back with me, I'd asked.

The guy who came for me was tall. At least I considered him to be tall. He was taller than me, but shorter than Neto. He was handsome, with tan skin and dark brown hair that had red-gold tips. He led me back to a room and told me to get undressed and to lie down on the table.

"My name's Josue. And you must be Matthew Salvatore Preston," he said, shaking my hand in the process. He had a firm grip but soft palms. I also noticed that his nails were shiny, but I didn't see any paint on them. "That's a long name for a small guy like you."

I was blushing. "I was named after two actors my dad liked."

"Hm," Josue said as he checked over my paperwork. "Given your age, I'd say Matt Bomer or Matthew McConaughey."

Everyone always got it wrong. "Nope. Ryan Phillippe. His real first name is Matthew."

"Really?" Josue said with a nod. "You learn something new every day. So, who's Salvatore? You don't look Italian to me."

"Sal Mineo. Dad owned every movie he was in, even if it was just a bit part."

Josue flipped his hair back. He was really sexy when he did that. Then he said, "You're getting the whole-body treatment, I see. Is this Fernando Castillo on the form your boyfriend?"

I blushed and nodded. Josue chuckled and said, "He must really like them young. You don't look your age as it is, and you're going to look a lot younger once you're hairless."

Josue leaned down and whispered, "My man likes me smooth as a baby as well, so you're in good hands, because I know what it feels like."

The wax was warm and sticky. He started on my chest, which had hardly any hair on it anyway. It hurt when he pulled the strips off, but I could take it.

"That didn't really hurt at all," I said.

Josue laughed. "You hardly have any hair here. It'll hurt more when I'm doing your legs. And just wait until I start on your butt and balls."

Yeah. He was right. I thought it was bad enough when he ripped the strips off my lower legs, but that was nothing compared to my genitals. He had to use smaller strips, so it took him a lot longer. And there was a lot more hair. And the skin was more sensitive. I was crying and gritting my teeth as he finished. After that, the butt was easy. My cheeks were almost completely hairless, and apparently so was my crack.

Being naked in the room with a handsome guy like Josue gave me an erection. And when he handled it while removing the hair, I almost came. It had been embarrassing to say the least, but Josue had been so professional and clinical that I'd lost much of my discomfort. It was like being at the doctor's office.

When he was done, I stood up to look at myself in the mirror while he checked me over to make sure he'd done a good job. I did look young. With my height and my slender build, the lack of hair on my body, especially on my pubic region, made me look twelve years old. I thought my cock looked a little bigger, but after seeing Fernando's I couldn't associate the word big with my penis.

I was so caught up with how I looked in the mirror that I could almost forget that I wasn't alone. I stood and turned my erection from side to side. Josue misinterpreted what I was thinking. He put a brotherly hand on my shoulder and said, "Yes it looks bigger than it did. Everyone wants to know if that's true."

"It's still not very big," I admitted.

"Pshaw!" Josue said. "That's right. I said `pshaw' on that. You've got a very cute little penis and I'll bet your sexy man loves it on you. Does he treat it nice?"

I smiled and looked down at the floor. "Yes. He does."

"That's all that matters, then. You're pretty and your man loves you. Don't be worried about things that don't matter."

"Does your boyfriend like yours?" I asked, feeling naughty just for bringing it up.

"Oh yes he does!" Josue said, with a wink. "Truth is that it's a little bigger than his, even though he's taller than me and weighs a little more."

Then he handed me my clothes and helped me check out.

Fernando

When I got to Johnny's place, Neto was snuggling Matty on the couch while they did homework together. I thought I was going to have to have a talk with Neto about getting too friendly with my boyfriend, but the look on Matty's face when he saw me convinced me that I had nothing to worry about. He broke out in a smile, jumped off Neto's lap and ran into my arms. I picked him up and kissed him. He wrapped his legs around my waist like he always did when I held him. I could feel his small erection pressing into me.

"I got waxed today, Daddy. It's all gone."

"Mm, sounds sexy," I growled. "Maybe I should yank your pants off right now so I can see it."

Matty gave me an impish look and said, "I can't stop you, Daddy."

I took a deep breath and started to say something back, but I was interrupted by Neto. "Oh... HELL no!! It's enough that I have to try and sleep in the room next to your oldest son whilst he squeals like a lard-covered prize sow at a pig wrestling competition. I am not going to listen to the two of you as well, not when I'm between boyfriends. Take your boyfriend home and fu... do whatever you want to do with him THERE."

He picked up Matty's backpack and said, "Let me help you on your way."

"Don't worry, I'll take it," I said, slinging it over one shoulder.

"Have a nice night, Neto," I said.

Matty added, "Thanks a lot for everything today."

"Mm-hm. It was my pleasure, sweetness." He kissed Matty on the cheek and winked at me. I'd known Neto since he was a teenager. He'd always tried to flirt with me in a ham fisted, immature way. But he was beginning to tease me now like a peer. I think I liked this new Neto.

Neto

Once they were gone I heaved a sigh and threw myself onto the couch. I hadn't been joking. Hearing Johnny through the wall, getting fucked by Alex's big cock – I'd seen it in passing and it was truly a thing of massive beauty – made me so horny I could barely stand it. Johnny and I had tried to fool around a little in the past, but it was always kind of weird between us. We were too close to one another, almost like brothers. And now Matty was around all the time, I kept picturing him getting impaled on Fernando's cock. Not just any cock, a cock I had promised to get a taste of before I graduated high school. But no matter how often I tried, I failed. As I'd tossed my last boyfriend to the curb for being a narcissistic flake who kept coming on to Johnny, I felt particularly lost at sea, so to speak.

Johnny and Alex had gone out on a date night, so I was alone. I opened my phone and cast it to the TV so I could have a big screen. Then I started surfing for porn. I typed "Black guy fucks little white twink" into the search bar. It wasn't my usual search; most of the time, I just searched for "college guys" or "frat boys". And then I'd complain that the results were too goddamned white, but today I was inspired to shake it up a little. A good selection of videos came up.

I settled down and pulled my pants off. My eight inches flopped out. Half hard it was smaller than that, but it came to life as soon as I touched it. I had to scroll past the racist shit, all those videos with the N-word or where it was implied that white boys were "ruined" by taking a black dick. But then I found a video with a younger guy, maybe my age, and a slender blond twink. He wasn't as pretty as Matty, but he was pretty enough. I started stroking slowly.

Usually I liked a good flip-fuck, but I could tell this video wasn't going to give me that. What it did give me was a skinny twink wrapping his lips around a big black cock. On the HD screen, I could tell the twink was older than he was pretending. At least he wasn't one of those guys in their thirties wearing a baseball cap backwards to hide his thinning hair while he pretended to be a teenager. I mean, come on! I've seen plenty of sexy guys in their thirties and forties. I'd even fucked a few of them, but they hadn't been trying to pretend to be younger than they were.

I flipped to another video. I came across a very light skinned Latino guy with bleached blond hair. I could see his darker roots, but that was kind of sexy. He was thin but a lot more muscular than Jimmy Koenig. His body was completely hairless. This was good. I knew I was focusing on Jimmy because he looked like Matty but was different enough to ease my discomfort. This guy didn't look like either of them, but he satisfied the same itch.

The guy he was with had much darker skin than me. I was at least as much Latino and Yaqui as I was African American. But I could see myself in the guy. He threw the white boy down on the bed and just shoved it inside him. There was no foreplay. Why didn't the top eat that boy's hairless ass? I couldn't imagine being a top and not wanting to tease that little pink rosebud with my tongue until the twink screamed and thrashed around on the bed caught in the throes of pleasure.

Still the close-up of the boy's face when that almost comically oversized cock pushed inside him looked authentic. At eight inches, I'd seen that look on a skinny guy's face before.

Damn! My hand felt good on my cock. I squeezed tighter and pretended it was me sinking inside the tight hole of that bleached blond. I edged myself for the entire video, and then I searched some other videos with the same bottom. The first showed him getting plowed by another white guy. I was willing to let it play until the camera panned around and I saw a face that too closely resembled Alex Xiang. I moved quickly to another video. I was not going to allow myself to get off on a video that reminded me that much of Alex and Johnny.

The next one was a prison video. I'd seen this same exact video before with different actors. The white boy was a "straight" prisoner who gets molested by his black cellmate. It began with him protesting his straightness but ended with him begging, "Please don't tell anyone" before giving up his ass willingly.

It was still hot, no matter how many different times I saw it. And in this video the aggressive top wasn't too finicky to eat the boy's ass. I was ready to cum before they even got to the point where that big black dick sank inside that creamy white butt. I held out for a few more minutes and then it happened. My balls pulled tight against my body and my cock contracted. Then it exploded, spewing cum all the way up to my chin. That first shot was followed by three more. I let the video continue to play while I slowly scooped up my own cum and slurped it off my fingers.

Jimmy

After my last class, Josh drove me out to my apartment. Although it barely felt like my apartment anymore. Josh had taken control. He'd filled my freezer with frozen meals, all containing fewer than 600 calories. And he'd labeled a shelf in the fridge "DO NOT TOUCH". That shelf had beer and soda on it. The shelves I was allowed to touch contained salad greens, low fat dressing and a few other things I never ate.

"I plan on keeping you around, Jimmy, so you need to pass all your classes. You have two hours to do your homework. I'll give you more if you need it, but you're going to get punished if you play around. If you need help, ask."

"Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy."

That was going to get old. Still, I had no choice but to do what I was told. I spread my books and my laptop out on the table. I was just about to sit down when Josh asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

I looked at him with an obvious look of confusion on my face.

He said, "Bitches be naked. You can wear your jock because no one cares to see your little boyclit anyway. But you take your clothes off when you get home."

I gritted my teeth and said, "Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy."

I went into the bedroom to get undressed. Josh had added five fashion jocks in bright colors to my underwear drawer. I swallowed hard when I saw that he'd also added five pairs of lacy girl's panties. I could barely hold back my tears. I didn't want to anger Josh again so I ignored my old white jock and picked up the pink one with the soft mesh pouch.

I peeked around the corner and said, "I need to go to the bathroom, Daddy. I'll be out in a minute."

I couldn't see Josh, but I heard his voice coming from the kitchen area. "Don't take too long."

Josh had told me that I had to keep my butt clean at all times, and that anything he stuck in my butt would be going in my mouth. I wanted to avoid any nastiness, so I took the time to use the douche attachment Josh had put in my shower. Then I rubbed more lube into my sore ass and went back to the table.

Josh stood up and pulled out my chair. "Don't you look pretty tonight? I've set up your computer to sync with your phone."

I did not like the fact that Josh was on my computer. And he'd been on my phone as well. I forced myself to say, "Thank you, Daddy."

Then I sat down to work. After I was done, Josh spent some more time "training" my throat. He told me that I had to be able to take his whole cock down my throat by Saturday night. Before going to bed, he laid me across his lap and patted my butt gently.

"You have a cute butt, Jimmy. It could be a little rounder. I'm going to give you an exercise plan to build a solid bubble back here like your cousin has. But right now, I want to ask if your pussy still hurts."

"Yes, Daddy, my pussy still hurts. Can you rub it and make it feel better?" I even put a little whine in my voice. I hadn't meant to, but he made me feel so gay that I couldn't help myself.

"Sure thing. Daddy will always take care of his girls."

He used that same cooling gel Troy had used on me earlier. He continued rubbing my hole even after the pain subsided. Soon I was moaning and leaking through my jock.

Josh chuckled and said, "You are such a little bottom bitch, Jimmy. Admit it. Your life would have been empty and meaningless if I hadn't shown you who you were."

I didn't know if he expected an answer or not, but I wasn't going to risk it. "Yes, Daddy. I'm a little bottom bitch and my life would be meaningless without you."

He continued to add lube and to thrust his fingers inside me until my ass loosened and provided no resistance to him. I let out a moan when he brushed against my prostate. My erection jumped and pressed painfully against his leg. Josh spread his legs so that there was nothing touching my cock, then he continued to tease and stroke my hole.

"If you cum without anyone touching your dick, you'll get a special surprise," he said.

"Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy."

I don't know how long I held out, but I felt a pressure building in my taint and then I cried out as cum started streaming out of my cock. "Uh... uh... uh... I'm cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming!"

When I finished, he had me remove the jock and suck the cum out of the pouch. Then I had to lick up all the drops that had somehow gotten through the cloth.

"You're a good little bitch, Jimmy. From now on, no masturbating for you unless one of us tells you to do it. Now, let's go to the bedroom and I'll give you your surprise."

I gave him the required "Yes, Daddy" and then followed him into the bedroom. He opened the underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of lacy panties. "You get to wear these to bed tonight and to classes tomorrow," he said with a grin.

My face fell, but Josh ignored my discomfort. "These aren't really girl's panties. It's a sexy thong for gay boys. See, it even has a pouch for your boyclit."

"Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy," I replied without enthusiasm.

Josh held out the thong so I could step into it properly and then he showed me how to make sure it was adjusted properly. The lacy blue pouch was big enough to hold my cock snugly and the thin strap ran between my butt cheeks to join to a high waist band that would be visible above my pants if I bent over and my shirt rode up.

"Stand still and let me get a picture," Josh said. "Now smile prettily for me."

He snapped a picture with his phone then shook his head. "Cock your hips to one side, make a kissy face and hold your finger to your lips."

It was humiliating, but I did what he said. He took the picture, whistled, then laughed. He sent me a copy. I looked like a total slut. Josh saw the look on my face and said, "You look ready for business. I'm going to make this one your picture on the website. Zoom in on the crotch, Jimmy. You can see how hard and horny you are."

I didn't need to look. As soon as he said it, I could feel my cock pressing against the pouch. I hated everything that Josh was doing to me. I hated that he'd taken over my life, and I hated that he was turning me into a girl slut. So why was my cock so hard?

I knew I liked having sex with Josh and with Troy, but why couldn't they just leave it at that? Why did they insist on changing me? And why did they insist on turning me into a whore? Why couldn't they just be my... my boyfriends? They'd made me admit to myself that I was gay. That I could live with.

Johnny

Watching Alex play basketball always got me hot, and tonight was no exception. There were only two weeks until the first game of the season and the team was practicing hard. I had made sure that my dick was adjusted properly so I could make it through the practice without sticking my hand down my pants.

I sat in the "girlfriend section". It was called that because all of us sitting there were dating guys on the court. Early on the girls had adopted me as an honorary member of their clique. They were alright, although they were all a little too excited about making me their GBFF.

"I can't tell for sure, but I think Alex may be the biggest guy on the team," Gina said.

"Is that true, Johnny? Is he the biggest?" Simone whispered.

At six foot eight, Alex was tied for seventh tallest player on the team, so I knew they weren't talking about height. Besides, they brought the subject up all the time.

I waved my hand and replied, "I wouldn't know, since I haven't seen the others. But he would split me in two if he were any bigger."

That was my answer every time. Not always the same words, but always the same general meaning. And they all laughed when I said it, every time. They were fascinated because you could see Alex's big package moving around even through the loose shorts basketball players wore. I thought they were jealous.

"Where do you put it all, Johnny? You're tiny," Marley teased.

It was supposed to be a joke because I was six inches taller than any of the girlfriends. I was used to being tall, except when I was around the team. I was six inches shorter than Alex and ten inches shorter than Omar and David, the two tallest players.

I looked over at Marley and gave her a sexy look that always got her attention. "I have no trouble at all taking care of my man, Marley, so I don't need any help, thank you very much."

They all started laughing. I hadn't known that girls talked dirty like that amongst themselves when no guys were present. I hadn't found out until the girlfriends decided I was completely gay and then they welcomed me as one of them. From then on, the conversations got raunchier. They were worse than my guy friends.

As the practice was wrapping up, Alex yelled, "I love you, Johnny!"

I stood up and yelled back, "I love you too, Alex!"

I started toward the end of the row so I could get down to the floor when Marley pulled me back down by my belt loops. "Booty call can wait. We have to plan the team luncheon."

"What? I... uh..."

"Don't deny it, Johnny," Simon said. "Every time Alex calls out to you that he loves you, you jump up and run off to the locker room. And then you two are the last ones out of the building. Everyone knows what you're doing. They just won't tell us how and where you're doing it."

I arched an eyebrow and smiled at them. "If you know what's up, you understand why I have to decline your offer. Gina can cast my vote for me. I'll do anything that needs doing."

They were smirking at me as I escaped from their impromptu committee meeting and slunk into the basement of the gym. The girls were probably a little jealous because I could go down into the locker room and they couldn't. I didn't abuse the privilege by going inside and staring at the naked players. Alex could come walking into the locker room when the swim team was getting dressed and no one cared, despite the fact that he was gay. Everyone on the team was a fan. I wasn't sure how the basketball team would respond to having me in the room when they were naked.

Instead of stolling into the locker room, I slipped inside the coach's office. When Alex sent me the signal, it meant that the coach had some other business and had to leave right after practice before the guys were done showering. When that happened, he always left his keys with Alex so he could lock up his office for him. Conveniently, that left us a place to hook up and that was a special treat because Alex was always so horny right after playing.

I didn't turn the lights on. I went into the coach's bathroom and pulled my douche kit out of my bag. I cleaned myself and then worked as much lube into my hole as I could. When I peeked around the door, I saw Johnny sprawled on the couch. He had to sprawl because his legs were too long to sit normally.

He was alone in the dark room. I didn't bother to get dressed. I put my clothes on Coach's desk and walked over to straddle Alex's lap. He pulled me tight and kissed my neck. The scent of his sweaty body was intoxicating to me. I loved it when we made love before he showered. Alex's hands moved down my sides until he was cupping my ass. He paused only to snap the straps of my jock on the way. Alex had a fetish for jockstraps, and I usually wore one when we fucked, which had the added bonus of less cleanup when I came. Unless Alex spoiled that plan, which he often did, by taking my cock out and playing with it just before he unloaded inside me.

"You are so damned sexy, Johnny. If I don't get inside you soon, I'm going to shoot off in my jock."

"We can't have that," I mumbled. I pushed his shirt up and then pulled it over his head. I tossed it carelessly over my shoulder and then kissed my way down his chest, licking the salt from between his powerful pecs and then I slid off onto the floor between his legs. It was always a struggle for me to get his pants off him when he was sitting because of his long legs, so he stood up and put his hands on his hips. He looked down on me like a conquering warrior and my cock throbbed.

I could barely see his face in the light coming in from the exterior windows and through the translucent screens covering the interior window. But what I could see made me whimper. Alex owned a replica of a Song Dynasty Buddha statue, where the Buddha was reclining. Alex's face had the same appearance of strength mixed with sensuality. His face was rounded, but not short, with high cheekbones and slanted eyes. When he looked down at me, it was all I could do to refrain from calling him "Master".

I pulled his shorts down so he could step out of them and then I buried my face in his well-protected groin. The powerful scent of fresh sweat, masculine funk and just a hint of citrus left behind by the soap Alex preferred, filled my head and made me swoon.

I pulled his jock down, being careful when I removed the cup. And then his massive cock hit me in the face. It was both long and thick and it likely weighed at least twice what mine did, probably a lot more. I laughed when it hit me, so Alex flexed his abdominal muscles, making it rise up and then fall on my face again. He was cock-slapping me without using his hands.

As much as I loved the experience, I grabbed his rod with both hands and swallowed the first third. Then I took a deep breath and pushed on until his cock was pressing against my larynx and my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I hummed in my throat and fondled his heavy balls.

Alex tapped my head gently. "Johnny! If you swallow my load, I won't be able to get inside your sweet ass. I can do either, but you need to decide now."

It was no contest. I was going for a double prize. I pulled off his cock with a loud plop and pushed him back onto the couch. I straddled him again and said, "You're going all the way in, and you'd better not cum until I say so, stud."

"Yes, sir! Whatever you say, sir!" Alex replied with a smirk.

There was no doubt that he was the top and I was the bottom in this relationship, which suited us both fine. Alex had no interest in bottoming, and when it came to topping, I could take it or leave it. Alex, however, loved it when my inner power bottom came out.

I slapped him playfully across the jaw and said, "And you'd better not forget it."

I slid down Alex's pole, pushing past the pain of him breaching my inner sphincter. The first time I'd taken the entirety of his cock inside me, it had hurt like hell, and Alex had to hold me and caress me until my tears stopped. I didn't think I could ever take it on a regular basis, but I'd been determined and Alex had been as gentle as his massive club would let him be. He'd been so patient and now it was like my ass and his cock were made for one another.

I arched my back and Alex chewed on my nipples while his hands lifted me up and let me slide down on his cock. I was as horny as Alex, but I knew it was going to take me longer to cum if he didn't stroke my dick. I didn't care how long it took. I knew he'd take care of me. If I didn't cum before him, I'd cum after.

"How could I possibly forget my tiny little bossy bottom?"

"I'm not that tiny," I insisted.

I was talking about my height, but Alex purposefully misinterpreted my meaning. He took hold of my erection through the cloth of my jock and said, "No. I suppose this is big for a swimmer, but not for a real athlete."

Alex knew full well that I had better core body strength than him. It was where swimmers excelled. I also had a lower percentage of body fat, but he always teased me this way. "Swimmers are so tiny, smooth and pretty, we should assign each one to a real athlete so they can worship a real man."

I didn't play his game. I bit his nose and said, "Fuck me harder if you're such a real man!"

He took me up on the challenge. He thrust inside me faster and with a lot more force. He pulled out to the tip and then pushed inside me with a single move, slamming his groin against my ass and impaling me with his cock. It hurt a little every time he punched through that inner sphincter, but after the first few thrusts the pain lessened to the exact level I loved, just enough to remind me that I was getting fucked - not teased.

I had no idea how he managed to hold back an orgasm the way he did. I could tell from the trembling in his powerful muscles beneath me that he was ready to cum. I was leaking so hard that I was sure I would cum before him.

Alex took hold of my six-inch cock and squeezed it firmly. My skin was flashing hot. "This is too much cock for a pretty boy like you," he said. "What's the point of a big man-sized dick on my bottom bitch?"

"Tontería!" I said, playfully slapping his chest. "It gives you something to play with."

He kissed me and said, "You're not wrong. It is the perfect size for my hands."."

He reached inside the pouch of my jock and squeezed it hard. He didn't stroke me; he just applied pressure and released, then more pressure and release, until I screamed, "I'm cumming, Alex!"

When I came, he came inside me. He bit down on my shoulder hard enough that I knew I was going to have a bruise tomorrow. The he yelled, "Take my load in your greedy fuck hole, Johnny! Damn, your ass is the sweetest thing I've ever fucked."

Someone pounded on the door and yelled, "Keep it down in there, horndogs!"

Several members of the team were laughing as they walked down the hall. We started laughing too. Alex yelled, "You just wish you had a piece of ass this fine, Ketchum!"

They all knew what we were doing in here. I'd bet Coach knew too. Maybe that was why he bugged out right after practice so we could satisfy our urges.

Then Alex stretched out on the couch so that he was reclining but not laying down. He was a little too tall for a normal sixty nine, so he removed my jock and pulled me so that I was upside down, my mouth on his cock and my hips up near his face. He pulled my cock backward between my legs and started sucking it.

Alex's mouth felt amazing on my dick. He usually cleaned my cock after sex or sucked on it the last few minutes just before I came. He didn't seem to care much for sucking cock, but he definitely loved the taste of my cum.

I had a chance to lick all the sweat off his balls and to taste the tangy residue that formed right where his legs met his crotch. We sucked each other long past the point where there was more cum to tease out, then we showered quickly and got dressed before leaving. Alex smirked the whole time I was fixing my hair. He always complained about how long it took me, but he really appreciated the final product.

Dinner was excellent. Alex was always getting gifts from adoring fans and one of them was the owner and executive chef of a fancy restaurant up in the foothills. Alex had a gift card to cover the meal, but everything was so expensive that we ran forty dollars over the value of the card. Then the owner comped the rest of the bill. It was nice to be dating a star athlete.

Matty

I'd been horny since Josue had waxed my body. I'd lost my erection when the pain set in, but it came back soon enough. Truth was that I was always horny these days. Every time I thought about Fernando I got hard, and I thought about him all the time. When he came to pick me up, I was more than ready to go.

While walking along the sidewalk towards our apartment, I noticed Jimmy's light was still on. We didn't see each other these days. Fernando squeezed me tighter to his side and said, "You miss your cousin, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah. He's always been more like my brother and I don't think I've ever gone this long without seeing him."

Fernando kissed my forehead and replied, "I'll text him and arrange a playdate for the two of you. If you're going to be my boy, I guess that means he's my little brother-in-law now."

Then he pointed at the window and frowned. "I'll wait until tomorrow. I don't want to bother him when Josh is over."

I turned my head around quickly to see what Fernando had been looking at. Josh was standing with his back to the window. I had a strange urge to run over there and drag Jimmy out of the apartment to get him away from Josh. But then I felt stupid. Josh was Jimmy's friend. I was sure that he wouldn't do anything to Jimmy, wasn't I? Josh had only harassed me because he saw that I was gay. Since Jimmy wasn't gay, Josh wouldn't try anything with him, would he?

I looked up into Fernado's deep brown eyes and I said, "I'm worried about Jimmy. Josh is always there these days and he's the one who keeps giving Jimmy alcohol and pot."

Fernando guided me into the apartment and shut the door. "There's nothing illegal about pot and alcohol, although Jimmy is under 21. If you want me to arrest him, I will, but that could ruin your relationship. This is a college town. If we arrested everyone who was under 21 drinking or smoking pot in their own homes, the jails would be full. If they make a disturbance, or I see them imbibing in public, or I see them buying it illegally, then I can arrest them and keep your name out of it, make it seem like routine police work."

I shook my head. "I don't want you to arrest Jimmy, just Josh."

"Unless I catch Josh giving alcohol or pot to Jimmy, he wouldn't be the one breaking the law. It would be Jimmy who would be breaking the law."

"I guess we have to let it go, then. But it's not the alcohol and pot. I don't know why, but I'm worried about Jimmy," I said.

Fernando hugged me tighter and rubbed my back. "You're a good boy, Matty. I'll have some people on the lookout. I have some friends who are campus police and I'll get the boys to spread the word."

"Thank you, sir."

Fernando rubbed his hand up my smooth thigh, sending shivers up my spine. "Go to the bathroom and get cleaned up."

His fingers played along the curve of my butt. "Make sure to clean your sweet little culo. I have time to eat it right tonight before giving you my tranca."

"Oh papi, I can't wait!"

He kissed me again, lightly touching my lips with his own. Then he brushed his scruffy jaw against my smooth cheek and gave me a firm smack on the butt. "Go, get ready for papi!"

I ran into the bathroom and got ready as quickly as I could. It didn't take long, but it seemed like forever. I didn't take a shower because Fernando always said that he liked the way I smelled. (I didn't think I smelled like anything.)

When I opened the door, Fernando called out, "Come into the bedroom, chico."

He was holding something pink and silky. He opened it up and helped me get into it. It was a very soft and very thin robe. It came down just far enough to cover my butt. And the soft silk felt like heaven against my skin. Fernando knotted the robe loosely around my waist and then held my little chilito. He wiped a drop of precum off the tip with one finger and then stuck it in his mouth.

"You're delicious, chico. But this robe doesn't contain your little pilila very well. That's why I bought you this."

He held up a fashion jock with a lacy pouch. "Is this too girly for you?"

"Oh no, papi. It's beautiful."

I could have put it on myself, but I liked it better when he helped me. His hands felt manly. They were strong and roughly calloused. He stood behind me and nibbled my neck.

"Look in the mirror, chico. Do you see what I see?"

I saw a very thin boy with shaggy blond hair. He had smooth legs and arms, and he was barely covered by a flowery pink robe that left little to the imagination. Behind the boy stood a powerful man, no mistaking him for another boy. The man was dark while the boy was pale. The man was handsome and undeniably masculine, while the boy was pretty, almost androgynous. I felt guilty that I hadn't noticed Fernando was now wearing nothing more than a pair of knit shorts he wore for working out. He didn't wear the long ones so many guys liked, he wore the shorter weight training shorts that left most of his hairy legs exposed. His cock made a nice tent in the front.

I licked my lips. "I see a man and his boy, sir."

"Good," Fernando said. "These clothes are intended to heighten your softness, but I want you to know that I think of you as `my boy'. I was afraid some of the things I said earlier might have confused you. I like these clothes because they blur the lines and make you sexier, but I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I'm looking for a boyfriend. Small, beautiful, and a little androgynous."

He ran his hand over my lace covered erection. "With a pretty little penis," he rubbed my smooth, bare bottom, "and a round bubble butt, smooth and soft on the outside and firm under the skin."

He kissed my neck and said, "And I don't have to look any further. I've found exactly what I'm looking for right here."

I turned around and snuggled against his chest. "Papi, I have everything I could ever want too."

"Good," he said. "And I noticed that you called this place home. I like that. If you want, I'll move your stuff here and make it official."

"Yes! I'd love that. I won't take up much space because I don't own much."

He brushed my hair back from my eyes. "And you're not very big. I like that. It means I can do this."

Then he picked me up and carried me into the living room. The lights were low and sexy Spanish music was playing low in the background. The coffee table was covered with a cloth, and on it were a large plate of salad, a bowl with breadsticks, a bottle of sparkling grape juice and a single cup.

We sat down on the futon, me snuggled tight against Fernando. He picked up the plate and frowned jokingly. "You're turning me into a vegetarian, Matty. I got us some salad for dinner tonight. Spring greens, cucumbers, kidney beans, pickled onion and carrots, avocado, roasted corn, pico de gallo, and crumbled cotija cheese. It's dressed in a cilantro-lime vinaigrette."

He held a forkful of salad to my mouth and fed it to me. I chewed and smiled. "It's delicious, sir, but you'll go broke if you keep buying dinner out. If Neto or Johnny could drive me home after school, I could prepare food for both of us here."

"Don't worry about money. That's my job. And besides, my tia gave it to me for free. Same with the lentil burros. I'll wear her down and make her take my money sometime, but she'll insist on giving me a family discount."

It was the sexiest dinner ever. Fernando had only one plate and one cup. We didn't just share. He fed me, leaving my hands free to rub his muscular and hairy thighs. I could feel his big erection pressing into me. And my robe fell askew so that my lace covered erection was showing.

After dinner we cleaned up. I noticed there was plenty more salad in the fridge and a plate full of those delicious spicy lentil burros. "Is your tia providing all our food?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes. Until I learn to prepare vegetarian food, that is. My prima has added a lot of vegetarian food to the menu. Her mother was skeptical, but all the extra business has made her happy."

"Tell her thank you from me, sir. Everything's been delicious."

Fernando adjusted my robe. He started to pull it closed, but then he winked at me and loosened it instead, so that it hung open in the front. "I will. And I wasn't joking about converting me. I'll probably never give up meat completely, but I like eating what you're eating."

"And I like it when you feed me, sir."

Fernando kissed my nose and wrapped his hands around my waist. "It was even sexier than I thought it was going to be."

He took my hand and pressed it firmly against his erection. "And now papi needs to feel your lips on his tranca. First your mouth..."

He brushed one thumb across my lips. His other hand pressed hard against my hole. "...and then these sweet labios de culo."

"Mm. Take me now, papi! I need you."

Fernando picked me up in his strong arms and carried me like a princess to his bedroom – or was it ours now? We lay down on the bed and kissed for a while, my hands running through Fernando's sexy chest hair and his hand running all along my smooth skin. It was obvious how much he loved the feel, but he couldn't possibly love it more than I did.

Fernando undid my robe and pulled it off. He put his hand on the waistband of my jock – if you could call that sexy thing a jock – and then stopped. "Would it bother you if I left this on for now? It's not that I don't like your pretty chilito, I plan to suck it later, but these straps frame your bubble so beautifully that I want to see it while I'm eating your beautiful culo."

"You can do anything you want to me, papi. I want what you want, Daddy because whatever you do to me will make me cum. I think I could cum just from you kissing me."

He grabbed my jaw and looked deep into my eyes. "Don't forget that you deserve your pleasure too, Matty. I'm not that selfish. Besides, I love the feel of your little chilito in my mouth."

I couldn't help but smile at his words. He was a real man, but he was so tender and so careful to make sure that I came. He treated me like a princess, and I loved it. "If you want it, Daddy, then who am I to tell you no?"

Fernando tweaked my penis and said, "Get down there and chupa mi tranca, but turn around first so I can taste your culo."

I moved down and removed Fernando's shorts. I held his big dick gently, but firmly, and licked the head. Then I peeled back the foreskin and licked around it. He was coated in precum and the masculine funk coming off his groin made me dizzy. I never thought Fernando smelled bad. Even after a heavy workout, I preferred the smell and taste of his body before he showered. And that must have been why Fernando said he liked fucking me before I showered. The shower washed away all those natural scents and left... nothing.

While I was concentrating on Fernando's cock, he was teasing my hole with his tongue. "Your pretty little culo is the tastiest thing ever, chico."

"Not as good as your tranca, papi."

Fernando smacked my butt firmly but not painfully. "Don't argue with me, mijo. And don't talk with your mouth full."

I went back to sucking. It took longer for my ass to loosen than it did for Fernando to cum. He grunted and said, "Sorry chico guapisimo, I've been thinking of you all day, and the feeling of your silky skin has had me on a hair trigger. Come on up here. We'll make out for a while and then I'll fuck you properly. I promise to last longer on round two."

I crawled up into his arms and traced little circles in his chest hair with my index finger. "I can wait, papi. Take your time."

Fernando lubed up his fingers and continued to stroke my hole. Then he thrust two fingers inside and fucked me with them. "I'm just going to keep you ready, chico delicado."

I moved my hand down to his cock and stroked it gently. He played with my hole until I'd stroked him back to life. Then he pulled me onto his torso so I could sit on his cock. I was so loose and ready that I sank down easily. He'd been fucking me daily and playing with hole, but it wasn't that I'd been stretched. I was still tight when I wasn't getting fucked. It was like he'd trained my hole to open at his touch. Being this loose was new to me and it felt great. Soon my bare butt was resting on his pubic hair. He sat up so we could kiss while we fucked. I rode him gently.

"I don't know if I can hold out too long, papi. I've been thinking about you all day as well and my skin came alive every time you touched it. I love being your smooth boy."

I rode him a little longer before I started whimpering. "I can't hold it, papi. I'm going to cum. I can't..."

"Shh. Don't worry about it, chico. Cum for daddy."

He pulled me close to his chest and I buried my face between his pecs. The tingling began in my taint, then spread to my toes and to the crown of my head before crashing down, full force, on my cock. My cum oozed out in spurts, wetting the pouch of my jock. I couldn't say anything. I just whimpered incoherent little noises. "Uh... uh... uh... ee... ee... ee... EEE... FUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Fernando held me until I stopped shaking and then said, "And now I get to suck your pretty chilito."

We lay side by side. He pulled my jock down and exposed my little erection. Josue was right. Fernando didn't care that my cock was only four inches long. He swallowed the whole thing. Since I wasn't very thick, he had plenty of room to maneuver his tongue around the shaft. I was too much shorter than him for us to do a real sixty-nine, so I stroked his cock. We kept it up until we both came a second time, and then we cuddled together beneath the sheet.

"You keep your apartment cold, Daddy. I get chilly," I teased.

He pulled me tight and wrapped his muscular arms around me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"That way you have to stay cuddled up with me all night. Let me warm you up."

"Mm. I can't think of a better way to sleep."