Desert Heat

Desert Heat Chapter 13

Desert Heat Chapter 12 (New Beginnings)

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.

I plan 1 chapter every month.

There are a lot of Spanish words and phrases in this story. I hope they're understandable from context. I am not always consistent about putting the accent marks on the words. Sorry about that, but it's a matter of inserting the correct form from the Insert tab and it takes a lot more time.

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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 13
Standing Tall in Adversity

Matty

The sun had barely risen when Fernando kissed me awake. One thing about living with a police officer was getting up a lot earlier than I had before. My super-hot boyfriend had already shaved. I could feel his smooth cheek on mine. I ran a hand down his jaw, and he asked, "Do you like the feel of my freshly shaved face, chico?"

I smiled at him but shook my head vigorously. He scowled and said, "You don't like my face anymore?"

Then he started tickling me mercilessly. I was laughing hysterically, and Fernando was growling, "Say you like my face, querido."

"Okay, okay! I like your face. I just like it better when it's bristly!" I cried.

He bent down and kissed my lips. "Do you want me to wake you up earlier so I can rub by stubble on your smooth body?"

I gave him a wide-eyed nod. "Yes, please, Daddy."

He started to pull me out of bed, but I whined, "Please fuck me first, Daddy?"

He crawled into bed next to me. He hugged me tight, crushing my smaller frame against his chest and crushing my lips with his. My heart started racing, as I ran my hands down his muscular lats. When he let me go, I lay there breathing heavily.

Fernando ran a finger down my chest, across my belly and then down to touch my hard penis. Then he gave me a wicked smile and said, "Lo siento, chico, but there's no time this morning."

I gave him my biggest puppy dog eyes and pouted my lips. I tried my best high school Spanish. "Por favor, Papi. Te... um... te necesito!"

He smiled and ran his finger across my erection again, sending a sharp thrill up my spine. He slowly moved toward my groin as he said, "There's no time for me to fuck you like you deserve, Guapito. But I have time to besar tu pinga pequena." He kissed the head of my dick and then added, "and to beber tu lecha dulce."

Drink my milk? Oh? Oh!

Fernando wrapped his lips around my cock and sent shivers of pleasure through my body. He sucked harder than I could, and he could do things with his tongue that I had yet to learn. Things I promised to learn so that I could make Fernando feel as good as I was feeling now.

"Oh, Daddy, your mouth feels so good. I'm going to cum any minute."

He paused just long enough to reply, "Bueno, chico. Go ahead and cum for Papi."

He put his mouth back onto my dick and took up where he left off. His strong hand took hold of my scrotum. His fingers were so strong that he could have crushed my nuts, but he massaged them gently instead. I felt vulnerable but loved at the same time. And that was an allegory of our relationship. Fernando was stronger than me, physically and emotionally. He could so easily hurt me, crush me even, but he was always gentle, treating me like a precious and fragile thing. And that was the best feeling in the whole world.

I hadn't been lying about needing him. It was only a minute or two before I was gasping for air and moaning. My skin was on fire and my whole body was experiencing a growing pleasure. When I came, I cried out, "YES, DADDY, YES! I'M CUMMMMING! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING NOOOOOOW!"

When I was done, Fernando moved up to me smiling. He kissed me and I could taste my cum on his tongue. After a delightful moment, which was over far too soon, he pulled back and said, "You are a noisy little thing. Are you trying to get Mrs. Hernandez to glare at us every time she sees us?"

I laughed and replied, "She already does, Fernando. She hates me because she wants you for herself."

He shook his head. "I doubt it, chico. She knows that I'm gay. She hates me because she thinks I'm a pedophile and I'm keeping you prisoner here and abusing you."

I was nodding. "You are keeping me prisoner here, Daddy."

"Do you want to escape, you ungrateful little brat?" His words were harsh, but he was smiling and winking when he said it.

"No, Sir!" I replied. "You've put me under a spell with your magic cock!"

He shook his head and said, "You're supposed to say, `with my love', cariño."

"Not a chance. It's your gran pinga that trapped me. Your love is the special reward I get for being a good boy."

Fernando pulled his towel off and tossed it aside. "You've got that wrong, chico. You always have my love, even when you're a naughty boy, like when you tease Mrs. Hernandez with your sweet cries of lust."

He took hold of his magnificent cock and shook it at me. "Mi gran pinga is your reward when you're good. Unfortunately, you're a naughty boy this morning, tormenting that poor lady next door with your noisy squeals."

"But, Daddy, you love my noisy squeals." I looked at his cock and licked my lips.

He sighed. "You're right. Your squeals of pleasure are like music to my ears. Come get your reward."

I didn't need to be told twice. I lunged over and took his cock in my mouth. I was still working on swallowing his whole cock to the root, but Fernando had told me that he didn't mind. He liked it when I was able to rub my tongue all over the head of his dick. He let out a low moan as I pulled back his foreskin and caressed the sensitive area around the head. I loved the taste of his cock in the morning, especially when he'd fucked me the night before. It was a combination of his natural flavor, his sweat, his cum and my ass. That sounded gross, but my ass had been very clean last night when he'd fucked it, thank you very much.

"Your sweet mouth is making me loco, chico. You're getting really good at this," he assured me.

I knew he was lying. I'd only been sucking cock for a few weeks, and I wasn't really very good at it, but I was very enthusiastic. Fernando ran his hands through my hair and kept giving me words of gentle encouragement. But he must have enjoyed it because it was only a couple of minutes before he grabbed my head and held it still on his cock. And then he flooded my mouth with his rich cream. It was one of my favorite flavors. I sucked it down with gusto.

"SWALLOW MY LECHE, GUAPITO! GET A GOOD TASTE OF YOUR DADDY'S JUICE. TAKE IT ALL, DELICADO!"

When I'd swallowed his entire load, I licked my lips and said, "Muy delicioso!"

"Thank you, chico. I think you're delicious, too. Now get your little butt out of bed and get in the shower. I'll lay your clothes out for you while you're in there."

I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. He swatted my butt and said, "Don't take your time in there. We have to go."

I showered as quickly as I could, then dried myself and ran back into the bedroom. Fernando had laid out two different outfits for me. "I want you to choose carefully, chico. Your choice will tell me a lot about what you want."

One of the outfits was a fairly normal one for me. It had a tee shirt with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it, a pair of plain knit shorts and a pair of boy briefs. The other had a light blue thong with a darker blue waistband, and my clothes from the Halloween party. A short sleeve white button-down shirt and those extremely short shorts that barely came down lower than my butt cheeks. I hesitated because this was a big decision. In the end, I pointed to the second outfit.

Fernando smiled and picked up the thong. "If you dress like this, everyone is going to know that you're gay. No straight boy would dress like this."

I bit my lip and nodded. "I think I'm ready for everyone to know, sir. I think people assume anyway, but maybe it's time for them to be sure. And now that I'm with you, I feel safe. I don't care what they think."

I tried to take the thong out of his hands, but he held onto it. "Let me, chico."

He sat down on the bed and held out the thong for me to step into. Then he pulled it up and adjusted my penis in the pouch. He ran a hand up my smooth leg and then caressed my ass. "Me pareces afeminado. You look a little effeminate in this thong. Does that bother you?"

My heart was racing from his touch. I shook my head and took a deep breath before responding. "I think I like that, Sir. It's like the silky pajamas. I think I want to look afeminado. That doesn't mean that you want me to become a girl, does it? Because I'm not interested in that."

He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck. "No, chico." He ran his hand down my chest and then let it rest on my dick. I'd gotten hard again. "As I've told you before, I love all your boy parts, from your flat chest to your cute little erection. I just think you're er"tico when you dress sexy for me."

I don't know why I needed his constant reassurances, and apparently neither did he. He stroked my body and said, "Chico, why do you keep asking me this same question?"

I shrugged and started kissing his naked chest, hoping to avoid thinking about it, but Fernando wasn't prepared to let me ignore the subject. He put a hand under my chin and tilted my face up. "You need to answer me, cariño."

"I don't honestly know, Sir. It may be because of the way I was raised. Boys were boys and girls were girls. And I think some part of me may still be stuck in that way of thinking. And I'm still a little afraid," I replied.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, Sir, that's not it. It's that you're so big and strong, so handsome. I sometimes find it hard to believe that a man like you, who could have anyone in the world, would really want to be with me. And then I worry that maybe I'm not doing everything I need to do to keep you happy, and I... I would do anything for you, even things I don't really want to do."

Fernando had his angry and violent side. I know because I'd seen it, but he was always so gentle with me, like he was afraid he was going to hurt me. He held my jaw with one firm hand and then stared into my eyes.

"Chico... note that I said chico, not chica. The fact that you are afeminado makes me hornier than I ever thought I could be. That's a completely different thing from being a girl. What I want, what I never realized I wanted until I met you, is a boy, one hundred percent, completely, a boy, who is a little soft and androgynous. But if you don't want that, it wouldn't matter to me. I'd still want you. I don't ever want you to do anything you don't want to. Especially not just to please me."

I leaned my head against him and asked, "In that case, Sir, can I get some of those lacy panties I saw in Jimmy's drawer?"

He squeezed the head of my cock gently. "Guapito, I will be more than happy to dress you in lacy panties."

"Maybe I can just take Jimmy's. I don't think he likes them," I replied.

Fernando shook his head. "No. Josh bought Jimmy girl's panties. I'm going to buy you lacey boy panties, with a little pouch in front to hold you snug. Now stand up so I can finish dressing you."

I stood up and said, "Thank you, Sir. You always take care of me. I feel safe around you, safe enough to let myself be afeminado when we're together."

He kissed me on the belly. "And maybe someday we'll get you confident enough to be comfortable being afeminado no matter where you are or who you're with." Then he kissed my erection through the pouch of my thong. "See how much I love your little boy parts, chico?"

I nodded and replied, "Almost as much as I love your big man parts."

He made me stand up so he could put the shirt on me. He left the top three buttons undone and then kissed my chest. "Very pretty, chico, but I'm going to have to buy you a necklace to wear to decorate you properly."

I loved it when Fernando became dominant and possessive. He slid his hands around to caress my butt again. He turned me so my back was facing him and lifted my shirt. He planted wet kisses on my cheeks while his thumb slid under the strap and rubbed my hole.

"Mm, yes, Daddy," I moaned. I didn't care if we were late, but he cared. He smacked my butt gently and then took my shorts and held them out for me. I put my legs through the waist and then he slid them up my legs. He tucked my shirt in, then zipped and fastened them, taking enough time to cup my erection gently before pulling me down onto the bed.

"I am going to be late because I can't keep my hands off you," he said.

I gave him a wink and a smile. "Bad Daddy," I exclaimed.

He kissed me quickly and replied, "You haven't seen Bad Daddy yet. Maybe you will on your birthday."

Then he took a pair of long soccer socks in bright pink and held them up. My approval showed on my face, so he pulled them up my legs then put my athletic shoes on my feet. He'd already packed my backpack for me last night because he kept telling me I was too disorganized. I could get ready faster than he thought I could, but I rather liked him doing things for me.

He glanced at his watch and sighed. "Ay, no hay tiempo para que me duche."

I thought I caught something about "no time" and "showering". Then he gave me a hug and hustled me out the door and into his truck. My legs were exposed from just below my groin to the top of my socks. The fact that I looked like I was wearing part of my sexy schoolboy outfit made me feel like myself, since I was going to school, and it did make me feel er"tico.

All along the way, Fernando kept giving me instructions and advice.

"Make sure you eat some of that leftover pizza for breakfast."

"I packed two energy bars in your bag and an extra bottle of water in case you get hungry or thirsty."

"Stick close to Neto, Alex, or Juanito if you can. Otherwise stick close to Jimmy. I don't want either of you going anywhere by yourself."

"Text me if anything happens. And check in regularly so I don't worry."

"I put your wallet in that little pouch on the front of your backpack. There's $20 inside it for emergencies."

"If you and Jimmy have time in common between classes, meet up somewhere very public and help him get caught up in his work. I expect both of you to bring your grades up."

"Don't go anywhere near Josh or Troy, and don't go anywhere private."

"Make sure you only go to the bathroom when one of the guys is with you, or Jimmy."

He didn't even stop while he was walking me up to the door at Neto's house.

"You and Jimmy obey the guys. They can't have you wandering off by yourselves until we get this whole Josh and Troy thing settled."

He walked me into the house, gave me a kiss and made me promise to get another hour or so of sleep. I could tell that he was really nervous about letting me out of his sight. I thought it was sweet, but I was also sure that we would be alright. Nevertheless, I promised him that Jimmy and I would both be good.

Neto

I woke up with Jimmy drooling on my chest. I wanted to say, "Yuck!" But he was so cute lying there with his arm across me that I didn't even want to wake him. I let him sleep for a while longer. I checked my phone and saw that I had a message from Fernando.

"You need to step up and be responsible now. You have a boyfriend who's less mature than you and has shown that he makes bad decisions. Keep an eye on him. Keep him under control, but don't let him know that you're doing it. I emailed you some simple precautions you need to follow in order to keep him safe. Don't tell Juanito about these instructions. I'm worried about him too. Josh and Troy may decide to take my interference out on him. He's not as tough as he pretends to be."

Okay, I thought, I know Nando is a loving and accepting father, and he's right about Johnny not being as tough as he thought he was. But, heck, who was he to tell me that? I knew him, the real Johnny, better than anyone. Johnny had always been like my younger brother, a year behind me in age, but more than that when it came to street smarts. His dad had always shielded him from some ugly realities. I was the one who'd pointed out to Nando just yesterday that Johnny was too sensitive to stand up to his constant teasing.

I texted Nando back.

"Why aren't you telling me to watch out? I'm the one who kicked Troy's ass."

A response came back almost immediately.

"Because you DID kick Troy's ass. Juanito's no fighter. I know you can take care of yourself."

He wasn't wrong about me either. I did keep my eye out for trouble, and I did know how to fight. That first time back in middle school when I'd come home with bruises for standing up to some bullies, my father asked me what had happened. When he heard that some kids had pushed me around because they thought I was gay, he asked me simply, "Are you gay, Neto?"

I remembered being shocked by his directness. He shrugged and said, "If you're going to be gay, you need to learn how to defend yourself. Some of these kids need to get knocked on their asses, and you, the gay kid, should be the one to do it. If their parents get pissy, then I'll knock them on their asses."

My father enrolled me in Taekwondo, took classes with me and drove me to every practice and every meet. Any time a kid laid a finger on me or another gay kid in school, I did what papa told me and put them on the ground. And sure enough, when their parents complained, he was there to take my side and tell them that their kids were bullies and got what was coming to them.

It had been obvious to me that Johnny was gay, but that's because my gaydar is on point. No one else suspected it because he was good looking, athletic and popular. The fact that he was güero (fair skinned) also helped. Fair or not, güeros weren't expected to be as macho as us darker skinned Latinos. They didn't call him gay, but they did pick on him because his dad was gay. When he got in over his head, I was right there with him. Most of the bullies backed down when they realized I was going to call them out after the fight. There was nothing more embarrassing at my school than getting your ass kicked by el maricon negro, the black faggot.

I texted Nando back.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll watch out for your son. I always have. He's like my brother. But why not text Alex? He's the boyfriend."

Jimmy stirred in his sleep. I risked a quick kiss on his nose. It didn't wake him up. Damn he looked like a teen when he was sleeping. He was, at least technically, still a teen, of course, but he looked more like jailbait when he was sleeping. I got a notification that I had another message. It was from Nando.

"I texted Alex. I also emailed the protocols to him. Make sure that he knows not to tell Juanito. I'm not sure he understands that Juanito needs protection. My hijo hates to be babied, but he needs it sometimes."

I texted back my assent and then set my phone down. It was time to wake up my drooling boy. I tossed the sheet off us and took a long look at Jimmy's naked body. He had thrown his right leg over mine, so I could feel his hard little dick pressing into my thigh, but I couldn't see it. I took a good view of his butt, and a fine view it was. He was sleeping on my arm, but I worked it slowly down until I was holding his waist, then I pulled him on top of me. That woke him up.

"WHAT THE..." he began, but I locked my lips on his and silenced him with a kiss.

When we broke apart, I put a finger to his lips. "Don't get loud now, Jimmy. Or should I call you James?"

He laughed. "No one ever calls me `James'. When I was younger, they called me `Jackie', but my dad hated it."

"Do you like `Jackie' or do you prefer something cute like `Jimmy Boy'?"

He stiffened and shook his head. "Not `Jimmy Boy', that's what Josh and Troy called me."

I rolled over my side so I could cuddle the boy close to my body. I kissed him again and said, "I think I'm going to call you `Jackie' for now unless you hate it."

"I don't hate it, but it makes me feel like a kid again because that was the last time anyone called me that," he said.

I kissed him again. "I think you are a new person now, and I think you need a new name to go with it. And I think `Jackie' is a sexy name for a sexy gay boy."

"Do you really think I'm sexy, Neto?" he asked.

I rubbed his butt and nuzzled his neck, breathing in his boyish scent. If he were paying attention, my hard dick pressing against him would have given him the answer, but his eyes told me that he craved verbal acknowledgement. So I gave it to him. "You're a very sex boy, Jackie, with lips made for kissing and a cute little butt that was made for fucking."

I took his hand and put on my cock. He closed his fingers around it and stroked it a few times. "You're dick is really big, Neto."

"I know, Jackie-O. Do you feel how hard it is? Your sexy body is what gets it that hard."

He laughed at me and asked, "Why Jackie-O?"

"Mm, for a couple of reasons. First you are very pretty, just like the amazing Jaqueline Kennedy Onassis. Second, it's like your childhood nickname, but different. That makes you my little boy, but you will grow up fabulous this time. And third, because I am blatino and names with an `o' at the end just roll off my tongue better, Jackie-O."

"Why don't you call Matty "Matty-o" or Johnny "Johnny-O"?" he asked.

I kissed his nose. "I am not fucking either of those boys and I want to be able to sing your name. Jackie-oooooooooh. Do you get it now, sexy boy?"

He sighed. "Matty's sexier."

I wanted to roll my eyes at him, but he was making himself vulnerable to me. I squeezed his butt and then ran a finger through his cleft so I could press gently on his hole, eliciting another soft moan from him. "Now, now, Jacqueline, don't sell yourself short. You and your cousin are close enough in appearance that it doesn't matter. You look more like two sweet little gay brothers than cousins. I don't want you boys competing like that. You're both very, very pretty."

He smiled and then he kissed me; what a cheeky boy. "Fine. No competition, but... I want you to show me how sexy you think I am by fucking me right this minute!"

I took hold of his little dick and squeezed it gently. "Fucking is too messy in the mornings, sweet thing, unless we start getting up earlier. There's only so much time available in the bathroom and Johnny has claim to it by precedent."

I saw the disappointed look on his face, so I quickly added, "But there are a lot of other things we can do in the mornings other than fucking, baby boy. You just let Auntie Neto show you some things."

Since school started, there had been only one bottom boy who needed to make himself fresh and clean for his lover every morning, and that had been Johnny. If I started taking Jackie to bed early, then I could get him up earlier – or we could do something else every morning and I could fuck him until he screamed in delirious pleasure before we went to sleep every night. Either way, this was turning out to be exactly what this queen had been needing.

I kissed his eager lips and thrust my tongue inside his mouth. For all his talk about being a jock in high school, he was incredibly passive, laying there and wanting me to take charge of everything. Of course that was no surprise. In my experience, the more macho a guy was in public, the more nelly he was in the bedroom. But that was just my experience.

I put my cock underneath Jackie's and then pressed them together with my hand. I started stroking both of us at once while we were kissing. I'd arranged things so that my dick was rubbing the bottom of Jackie's and also massaging his balls.

When we came up for breath, I said, "A little frottage is a good choice for the morning."

"Can I help?" Jackie asked. He was whimpering cutely under his words.

"Let me handle our cocks, baby. My hands are bigger. Why don't you take your hands and explore my body while I bring us off?"

He nodded and moved his hands up my arms, squeezing my biceps, and then across my pecs, paying special attention to my nipples. His fumbling fingers were inexpert but eager. "I love the feel of your muscles under my hands, Neto. You're so strong. I could worship your body for hours," he said.

"Mm-hmm. I may just take you up on that offer, Jackie-O. Go ahead and lean in far enough to use your tongue. I've got this covered down here," I urged, as I stroked both cocks firmly.

Jackie was eager to follow my commands. He moved his mouth to my chest and started kissing my pecs. His lips were soft and moist; they made my skin come alive. I was drawn to this boy for reasons that weren't easily discerned. Usually I preferred experienced guys who were like me – out, proud, loud, and kind of slutty. What was it about this boy? Was it that I saw him as an eager pupil? A young man who wanted me to show him how to be not only gay, but also queer as hell? Was it that he'd needed rescuing and I had always been there to rescue little gay boys when they were threatened? Or was it that he was so much like Matty that fucking him made me more like Fernando?

I was like Fernando, more than Johnny, and just as much as Carlos, although in different ways. Of course I was much more fabulous than Fernando could have ever dreamed of. That sexy hunk of prime daddy beefcake was more like a straight man who fucked other sexy guys than he was a gay man. He would be happy marrying little Matty, settling down, going off to work and coming home to his boy waiting to greet him with a cold beer and a smile. The two of them could play house, but the gayest thing Fernando could do is take that boy out in public and tell everyone how much he loved him. He was a gay man with very straight dreams.

But I could never be like Fernando. If, and I do mean if, Jackie and I were to become a thing, then it wouldn't be like that at all. I could see us out together at bars, once Jackie looked old enough to make a fake ID believable. The two of us would be fabulous on the dance floor. When we got super horny, I would take him into the backroom and fuck his brains out, or maybe we'd find some hot stud and take him back home and share him. Assuming I was reading Jackie correctly, which I had a feeling I was.

Jackie had begun licking my nipple. "Go ahead and suck it, Jackie-O," I said.

He smiled up at me and asked, "Like a baby?"

"You can suck it like a baby, if you want – or you can suck it like a gay man. Latch on to that thing and suck it like you're making out with it," I offered.

He gave me an impish smile and then planted his mouth firmly on my nipple and sucked hard, like he was trying to suck it right off my chest. "Mm-mm-mm, that is just right, Jackie-O. You keep that up."

He was getting into it now. While he sucked one nipple he took the other between his fingers and pinched it hard. He was clearly very trainable, so I guessed that I'd have to keep him. Pleasure was building in my cock, and I knew that I was close to orgasm.

"How are you doing, Jackie-O? Are you getting as close as I am?"

"God, yes! Neto. I think I'm going to cum any minute," he said.

His dick was throbbing. With my hand stretched around both our cocks, I was having a hard time feeling it in my palm, but I could definitely feel it in my dick where his little penis was pressed against mine. I squeezed a little harder and continued to stroke us both. I had never been able to time this so that my partner and I could cum at the same time. Aaaaand! This time was no different. I was just surprised that it was Jackie who came first.

He stopped sucking on my nipples and moaned, "Uh... I think I'm going to... uh... cum any minute. Uh... UH... UH... FUCK ME! THAT FEELS SO GODDAMNED GOOD! UH! YEEEEEEEEES!"

When he came, his spunk shot all over my dick. That felt good. I let go of him and moved my hand to the root of my cock to scoop up that spunk and rub it into my own dick, but Jackie was faster than me. His hand grabbed the part of my shaft, slimy from his cum, and started stroking. And OMFG if it didn't feel better to have that boy's hand on my dick instead of my own.

"Oh yes, Jackie-O. Keep that up. It doesn't get better than this."

Oh how wrong I was. And Jackie was eager to show me. He turned around on that bed and took the head of my cock into his mouth. He held it there, caressing it with his tongue while he continued to stroke me. I ran my hands through his soft hair and said, "O-Jackie-O, you do know how to make your guy feel good. Keep it up. I... Oh, gurl, yes... keep that up and I am going to blow my..." I was too far gone to keep up the snappy dialogue. "Here it comes, Jackie-O. Swallow my load right down your throat. Work that pretty mouth of yours. DAYUM! YES GUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLL, YES. FUUUUUUCK!"

Once he'd swallowed all my cum, he licked the remainder of his cum off my dick. Then I pulled him up so I could kiss that sweet mouth of his and taste the lingering semen on his lips. Then we lay back and just cuddled for a while.

"You cheated, using your pretty mouth to bring me off. I was trying to show you how good a simple handjob between friends could be," I said.

Jackie put his head on my chest and hugged me as tight as he could. "Is that what we are? Friends?"

I stroked his hair gently. "We are friends right now, Jackie-O, but friends with benefits. Do you want us to be more?"

"I don't know," he muttered honestly. "I'm not sure. I'm... I'm not Matty. There's nothing wrong with that, but I don't know that I want to tie myself down to just one man at the moment. I've been denying myself for so long and I don't even know what it even means to be gay right now."

I sighed and continued to comfort him, stroking his hair out of his eyes with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. "Honey, there is no one true way to be gay. It sounds to me like you want to try out a few things before making any long-term decisions."

He nodded. "How can I know what I like when I don't even know what all is out there to like?"

"And you're afraid that a boyfriend would tie you down," I added for him.

"Yes... and no. I... When we reconciled, Matty told me he has always dreamed of finding that special guy and settling down with him. He wants to be one special someone's little cuddle buddy... and I want that too, but on the other hand I want to keep trying out new things because... if I'm gay, and I have no doubts at all at this point, then I want to live my gayness to its fullest. Does any of that make any sense to you?"

I rolled over so I was holding him in my arms as I lay on my side. "It makes perfect sense to me, Jackie-O. You want to play the field and be a bit of a slut for a while. You want to try new styles, new activities, new lifestyle choices. I get it."

He sighed, "But I'm afraid. I don't know where to start. And I'm afraid of hurting your feelings after everything you've done for me."

I kissed him and fondled his balls at the same time. He began to respond even though he'd just cum. "O-Jackie-O, just answer me one question. Do you want us to keep on having sex?"

He nodded eagerly and said, "And that's the other problem. I want us to be together... and I don't want to be tied down. I want to experience new things... but I'm terrified of letting go of you."

I hugged him even tighter. His slender body was strong, but he still felt small in my arms. "Let me ask you another question. Do I look like Fernando to you? Do I look like Alex?"

He gave me a confused look and replied with a questioning "No?"

"Then don't expect me to act like either one of them. If your definition of boyfriend is as limited as theirs, then we don't have to use that word. Call us roommates or call us partners – hell! you can even call us fuck buddies. You can stay here and share my bed, and you can let your Auntie Neto teach you all he knows about being gay and fabulous. If you want to suck some guy off in the bathroom or get pounded in the back seat of someone's car, I don't care, so long as you come back home to me, and so long as you use condoms and keep taking your PrEP And you don't get to bring anyone back to this bed, neither of us do, not unless both of us think it's a good idea."

He asked, "You'd do that for me?"

"Hmmph! I'd be doing it for me. I get to fuck that cute butt of yours. I get to feel those sweet lips of yours on my cock. I get a disciple who will be willing to worship at the altar of my fabulosity. And I get a cute little gay boy doll I can dress up and show around town."

He scrunched up his face and asked, "I'm confused now. Does this mean that we're boyfriends?"

I kissed him again and then said, "If that's the word you want to use."

He sighed. "I think I would feel funny telling everyone that we were fuck buddies."

I smacked his butt and said, "Boyfriends it is, then. Now let's get up and get dressed."

Alex

Was there ever a better way to wake up than having the most gorgeous guy on campus sucking your dick? I didn't think so, and that was how I woke up most mornings. Johnny used the alarm on his smart watch to wake up so it didn't make any noise, and when I did feel it vibrate against my chest, I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't spoil his plans. He'd slip out of bed without making a sound and go to the bathroom where he would shower and douche. I assumed that's what he did. He always came back to bed smelling fresh and clean.

I put my hands behind my head and looked at Johnny, his handsome face was bobbing up and down on my cock. When I said that he was the most handsome guy on campus, I wasn't joking. I may even have been selling him short. He was better looking than any movie star, better looking than any model, any pop star. He was amazing, with classically handsome features. His nose was straight and turned up slightly at the tip. His lips were full, but not too full, the bottom lip was rounded, and the top had an M-shape that made me want to kiss him every time I saw him. His eyes were hazel, that amazing color that seemed to shift from brown to green to gold depending on the light. His skin was a very light olive tone, and he had a lower body fat percentage than I did.

When I first met him, playing guitar on campus, I wanted him. Usually, gay guys chased me. I was the gay basketball player. When Johnny didn't know who I was, I wanted him even more. I had to chase him and once I caught him, I planned to never let him go. As for Johnny, he'd been the best boyfriend I could have asked for. He was attentive and loving. He was a complete bottom in bed, which suited me just fine. And unlike my high school boyfriend, he was loyal to a tee. Brad had slept around behind my back and humiliated me, whereas Johnny had been molested by a donor the night before last and his first thought had been that he'd done something to let me down, which was crazy. Johnny wasn't the kind of boy who would ever let me down.

And the press loved him. I'm a good player, but there have been more stories about me in the press since I started dating Johnny than there had been before. In just the first three months of this year, I'd been on the front page of the alumni magazine, the front page of the sports section of the Arizona Daily Star, at the top of an article on out college athletes in Sports Illustrated and on the loading page of three sports websites. And in every one of those articles, Johnny was pictured next to me.

Furthermore, Johnny was an extremely talented cocksucker. His tongue did things to me that sent me flying into ecstasy. And this morning was no different. I was hard as a rock when Johnny pulled off my cock and grabbed the lube. He gave me a sexy wink and started to lube me up.

"I don't deserve you, Johnny. "You're too good to me," I said.

He set the lube down on the nightstand and grinned at me. "If you didn't have an early class today, I'd show you just how much you don't deserve me, stud. But this is going to be our Monday-Wednesday-Friday quickie. You just lay back and let me ride you until you cum."

I ran a hand up his muscular thigh. "What about you, Johnny? It's not just about my pleasure."

He leaned over and gave me a kiss, full of passion, tongue, and promise. Then he patted my cheek and gave me another wink. "Oh I have the easy job. I get to ride you until I cum, but you have to make sure you don't cum before I do."

He traced a finger down my chest and added, "And I don't plan to make it easy for you."

Johnny had this strange fetish. He loved to wear his jock when I fucked him. The first time we'd been together, I asked him why and he'd responded, "It's sexy and I like to keep my dick and balls out of the way."

He had two dozen jocks and he needed them because he often came in at least one of them every day. This morning he was wearing one that was black with a bright green pouch. He wasn't a little boy, so I could see his erection trying to break free as he lined my cock up against his ass and lowered himself slowly onto me. His eyes rolled up in his head and he inhaled sharply.

"Alex, I love you, you fucking stud," he cried.

"I... Oh fuck, Johnny. I love the way you make me feel, the way your ass squeezes my cock and the way your sexy body comes alive when you're riding my cock." Why did I have such a hard time saying it? In my head I was screaming, I love you, Johnny! But it was rare for me to even get close to saying it aloud.

I loved fucking Johnny in any position, but this was my favorite, not only because he did all the work, but because I could see every muscle in his tight abdomen move as he slide up and down my cock. Maybe it was the swimming, but Johnny could move each individual muscle separate from the others. Without a doubt, it was the best show in town. And it wasn't just a show; I could feel each muscle moving when I rubbed my hands across his abs.

"You're beautiful, Johnny, the most beautiful man in the world." There was no doubt in my mind that that was true. But Johnny always got shy when I said it. He blushed and bit his lip like the sexy, sexy boy he was.

"It's true. I'm luckier than all the other guys on the team, Johnny. They all brag about their girlfriends, but they know that they're all dogs compared to you."

He laughed, "Stop it, those girls are nice and they're my friends."

I touched the wet pouch of his jock to see how close he was to orgasm. He moaned, making it obvious just how near he was. I ran my hands along his thighs again. "It's true though. They all know it. Bryce would dump his girlfriend in an instant just for a chance at your sweet ass."

He arched his back and all the muscles in his chest tensed. He didn't even know he was doing it, but every movement he made resulted in a pose that wouldn't look out of place in a magazine. One morning, I'd managed to somehow wake up before him and gone to shower. When I came back and woke him up, his hair was sticking out all over the place and he had dried drool at the corners of his lips, but he still looked like a walking wet dream.

Johnny was beginning to make those sexy noises that I loved so much. "Oh, yes, Alex. I'm getting close. UH! UH! UH!"

When he got it under control he said, "Bryce isn't gay!"

"No, beautiful, he's not, but he is totally into you. I see the way he looks at you."

I think that idea drove him over the edge. In my opinion, Bryce was the best looking guy on the team. He was just an inch or so shorter than me, and he had classically handsome features that reminded me a lot of Chadwick Boseman. I knew that all the team girlfriends talked about how handsome he was. If Johnny didn't participate in the gossip, he surely heard it. And I was sure that I was right about Bryce. He was about as straight as they come, but he did seem to have eyes for Johnny.

"OH YEAH! FUCK MY ASS, ALEX! I NEED IT. I'M GETTING CLOSE!"

And I was so close that I was going to blow before he did. I pulled him down onto my cock until his firm ass was pressed against my groin. I reached out my hand and squeezed his cock. "Sorry, stud, but I can't hold out any longer!"

Johnny's body tensed and he cried out loud enough to shake the windows. "AY, VENGOOOOOOOO! I'M CUMMING! OH! OH! OH! YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD! DO IT! SHOOT YOUR LOAD DEEP INSIDE MY ASS! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK THROBBING. I CAN FEEL YOU SEEDING ME LIKE A BITCH!"

Maybe he could feel me spraying his insides, hosing him down with my cum. Because I was also cumming. I had my horrible grimacing O face on, but I was mostly quiet, just a few grunts. It wasn't my voice I wanted to hear at a time like this. It was Johnny's screams of pleasure. They were like music to my ears. It made me feel powerful to know that he enjoyed my cock so much that he couldn't help but scream it loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.

When we'd both finished cumming, I rolled over and pulled Johnny's jock aside so I could suck the cum off his cock. He tasted sweet as ever. Then I lay back and let Johnny go to the bathroom to fetch a warm washcloth. He loved sucking my dick, but he hated the taste of lube. On our quickie mornings he always cleaned my cock this way. And it was damned sexy, feeling him hold my dick while he stroked it clean with the warm cloth.

We got dressed and headed out to the living room to spend some time with Neto and the boys before leaving for school. Great! Now Mr. Castillo has me calling Matty and Jimmy "boys", instead of the young men they were. But when I saw the two of them sitting next to each other on the love seat, squished onto one cushion because Neto was taking up the other. I just shook my head. In many ways they were boys. And when Johnny plopped himself down on my lap in the recliner instead of taking the other chair, I realized he had a little boyishness left in him too.

Matty was dressed as a sexy schoolboy without the blazer. His whole legs were bare south of his crotch and north of his soccer socks. And Jimmy's shorts were also shorter than most guys wore them, and he was going sockless. His tee shirt had a rainbow pattern. I noticed that both boys lacked hair on their legs and arms. And it had to have been Neto who'd gelled Jimmy's hair into that spiky style and put glitter on his face.

Neto made Jimmy stand up in front of the couch and announced, "Say goodbye to Jimmy and say hello to Jackie. I call him Jackie-O, but that's my special name for him."

I shook my head and smiled. "Well, hello Jackie."

He held his hand out in the same bent-wristed style that Neto used. I took it and he said, "Hello to you, sweetie."

This was Neto's work. The outfit was a little Walmart chic, but it was flashy. I thought, Oh my God! Neto has a mini-me!

Fernando

I had been suspicious of this Josh character from the first. I pride myself on my powers of observation, and I'd never noticed anything suspicious between him and Jimmy. I did, however, see the looks Josh gave Matty. I thought he was a predator from day one, and now that I knew what he was up to, I was... fuck machismo... I was terrified of leaving Matty alone. I didn't know what that guy would do if he got Matty alone, but I had a good imagination. And that imagination had me in cold sweat.

Luckily I had a meeting with Detective Harry Miller right after lunch. He was Neto's mother's brother, and he was a friend of mine from back before he took the detective exam and shifted over to the Investigations Unit. He and I had both dealt with prejudice among our brother and sister officers in the less enlightened days. Me for being gay and him for being black and from the South Side. What a difference twenty years can make!

He handed me a cup of coffee from his little Keurig machine. "Nando, this is unbelievable, not because I don't believe you, but because this is going to require a lot of proof. You have a video of this... James Robert Koenig having sex with this Josh guy. And you can get James's testimony, but none of that is proof. We need more eyewitness accounts."

I took a drink of my coffee and then said, "I can get the testimony of your nephew. He was at the party where Josh and Troy were offering to sell Jimmy's sexual services. He's the one who saved the boy."

Harry said, "Let me lay it out for you. We're going to need more than this. We need to get testimony from these other boys you say Josh and Troy are blackmailing. We need a solid witness statement from someone, preferably someone not related to me, who can tell us about paying these guys for sex."

"We can do that, Harry."

He nodded. "You're right. We can do it. I'm going to file a request to have you assigned to my team, once I get one set up."

I nodded and started to say "okay" but he stopped me and continued, "And I'm going to need you, Neto, and Johnny to come over for dinner and bring your boyfriends. I'll get Neto's parents over as well. His younger brother and sisters will be there. It'll be a party."

"That I can do easily. Anything else?"

He chuckled. "Hell yes, Fernando. You're going to take the detective exams and do your best to pass it." He saw the look on my face and shook his head. "You don't have to transfer, but I do want you to keep your options open. You're getting old, Nando. Don't give me that look. You are, and so am I. You need to start considering a couple of options. You can move over to this unit. You'd do well here. Or you can move over to Public Relations. We both know they've been bugging you to accept a position for a long time. You've gone from being an outsider to the poster boy for our new more tolerant police force."

"I'll think about it," I said.

Harry put one hand on my arm and said, "There are more than a dozen LGBTQ – I have no idea if more letters have been added – but more than a dozen officers who serve without suffering the way you did, and that is something you were a part of. Think what you could do in PR. Promise me you'll think about it."

I shrugged. "Okay! I'll think about it."

Matty

I was a little surprised by how much Jimmy – no, Jackie – had changed. I wouldn't have trouble remembering the name. We'd called him that when he was younger. But when Jackie decided to do something, he jumped into it without looking back. Before Alex and Johnny joined us in the living room I'd asked him, "Why the big change?"

He smiled at me and gave me a hug. "This is just who I am, sweetie. I'm just not hiding it anymore!"

I hugged him back and said, "Dude, you are gayer than I am."

He kissed my cheek and replied, "Not gayer, sweetie, just way more fabulous."

Then Neto read off a list of instructions for Jackie and me from his email. It was all the same things Fernando had told me this morning. It sounded like the two of us were supposed to be kept on a tight leash. It didn't bother me because I was terrified of Josh. I just wondered how Jackie was going to handle it.

We didn't talk much on the walk to campus. Since Neto's house was just a few minutes south of the University, we got there in no time. None of us had our first classes in the same building, so had to split up. My class started a little later than the other guys, so Neto parked me in the lobby of the Mathematics Building and told me to stay at the study tables until my class started. I had an hour and a half break before class, so I pulled out my books and started studying. I was reading the textbook for psychology 101 when someone took the seat next to me.

I looked over and saw a tall guy. Well, I am five foot five, so everyone seems tall to me, but this guy was closer to six feet tall. He was older than me, but still young enough to be an undergraduate. He had curly black hair and brown eyes. And he had one of those really sparse beards with the fine hairs.

He held out his hand. "Hi. My name's Zack and we're in the same calculus class."

His hand engulfed mine when I shook it. "Hello. My name is Matty Preston."

He looked at my book and then at me. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Please tell me that you're a sophomore or a very young looking junior."

I laughed and replied, "Nope. I'm a freshman."

He sighed. "You're a freshman and you're taking Calc 2? You must be pretty smart."

I shrugged and blushed a little. This wasn't my old high school, so being smart wasn't a put down. He didn't wait for me to answer. "And cute, too."

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Whoa! I didn't mean to embarrass you. I really mean it. I've kept seeing you around the last few months, trying to get up the courage to introduce myself, and then I find you sitting here all alone," he said.

I finally managed to look him in the face. His nose was a little beaky and his lips were thin, but he had very deep eyes. "I'm not that intimidating."

He laughed and said, "I wasn't afraid that you would beat me up, tiger. I was intimidated because you're so damn cute. I've been thinking all year that you were probably gay, but when I saw you sitting here dressed like a naughty schoolboy, I said to myself, `Zack, you need to go introduce yourself to that boy.' So I did and now I'm going to embarrass myself farther and say, would you like to get a coffee or a soda with me after class because I would really like to get to know you better?"

I shrugged and said, "I like coffee, but I have a boyfriend."

Zack mimed getting stabbed in the heart and then slumped down in his chair. "Of course you do. Boys like you are always already taken. Maybe we can still get coffee. If I can take a selfie with you, I can really annoy my grandmother. She's finally okay with the gay thing, so I need her to see me with a little shegetz on my arm. I wouldn't want her to put me back in the will or anything."

I had no idea what a shegetz was, but Zack was making me laugh. "Come on, Matty, I promise not to try and steal you away from your pretty little twink boyfriend."

I shook my head. "My boyfriend isn't a twink. He's..."

Zack interrupted me and said, "Please don't tell me he's a linebacker, or worse, a boxer."

I was smiling and shaking my head more vigorously. "Nope. He's a cop."

"Whoa? How old are you, little guy? Cops need to steer clear of jailbait," he teased.

I put on a comically fake scowl. "I'm eighteen. I'll be turning nineteen on November eighth."

He threw his hands up in the air and said, "I give up! I'm only two years older than you, but I already look like an old man."

"You do not look like an old man!" I replied.

He grinned and said, "Compared to you, I look ancient. I am still interested in buying you a coffee. No pressure. You don't have to give me anything in return. Besides, a boy like you, dressed like that, isn't safe walking across campus alone. There are some serious predators out there."

"That's what my boyfriend says."

"Hah! He's not only lucky, but he's also a smart guy. I can tell. Be sure to tell him that his girlfriend is safe with me because I'm totally, one hundred percent gay. I don't swing that way."

I punched him playfully in the arm and acted like I broke it. "You are such a brute. After that beating you gave me, you have to let me buy you coffee. You owe me."

I put my hand up in the air to signify surrender. "Okay! You win. I'll think about it."

"Good. It's a date. A friend date, of course. I've decided that I'm not interested in you that way. You're too pretty for me. I'll spend every moment fighting off football players, boxers, cops, and ferocious twinks. We'll just sit together in class so I can keep the beasts away from you and then we'll get coffee."

Sitting next to Zack was a different experience from sitting alone. He was constantly saying things under his breath that made me want to break out laughing. I don't think I'd ever had so much fun (not sexual fun that was) with anyone but Jimmy. After class, I waited for Jimmy to show up as we'd planned, but he didn't. After fifteen minutes Zack said, "Your little cousin isn't coming. Why don't you come to the Student Union with me, and I'll walk you to your next class."

I insisted on waiting five more minutes for Jimmy, but then I let Zack take to the Student Union. I wish with all my heart that I had called Jimmy and asked where he was.

Jackie

So, my first class went well. And finally being prepared for class made me much happier about my college experience. Praise be to Matty for helping me get caught up on my homework. A couple of guys laughed when they saw me. One of them, a big bruiser sort of guy with a square jaw and a rectangular body, thumped me on the back after class and said, "What happened to you last weekend, Jimmy? Did you fall into a vat of glitter and come out like a fag?"

His name was Freddy Higgins and we'd become friends because we had our first two classes together on Monday-Wednesday-Friday, first history and then biology. He wasn't a bad guy, and he was joking around with me, rather than picking on me.

I replied, "Something like that. I decided to stop hiding who I was and embrace my inner gay."

I held out my hand and said, "Hi, my name is Jackie, and you are meeting the real me for the first time."

Freddie took my hand and shook it. Then he brought the back of my hand to his lips and kissed. "Pleased to meet you, Jackie.

I had expected him to react... Well, I wasn't sure what I expected. Maybe pushing me away, calling me a disgusting fag, telling me to get the fuck away from him. Certainly not this casual acceptance I was feeling from him.

"It doesn't bother you?" I asked.

He gave a bemused smile and said, "No. Should it? I'm from the city, not some shithole little mining town like you. I just wished you would have told me you were a fag before. You looked like such an all-American boy that I never would have guessed."

I laughed and said, "Don't look so confused. I hadn't even told myself until last week."

He wrapped an arm around shoulders and squeezed. "If you'd have told me before, it would have been better. All those times we were sitting around between classes with nothing to do, you could have been sucking my cock."

I shook my head. "I do not want to suck your cock, Freddy."

"Sure you do. Everyone wants to suck my cock, Jackie." This was just Freddy being Freddy. He always talked like he was God's gift to women. Now I guessed that he must think he was also God's gift to gay boys.

I sighed. "No they don't, Freddy."

"Hah! That's what you think. Do you see that couple over there? The leggy brunette... well that could be either of them. The leggy brunette girl with the big tits and her leggy brunette boyfriend, the dude wearing board shorts and crocs. Both of them, right now, are thinking, why are we going to class when we could be sucking Freddy Higgins's cock?"

I chuckled, "You have a very high opinion of yourself, Freddy."

"It's justified, and you know it," he said. Then he grew serious for a moment. "Seriously, bro. I don't care that you're a fag. I mean that. I'm straight, but I will definitely let you suck my dick when you want to."

"Dude! You can't say that you're straight and then say you want me to suck your cock!"

Freddy pulled me tighter in what I was choosing to think of as a bro-hug. "Hah! I know more about being gay than you do, Jackie. Lots of straight guys get their dicks sucked by fags."

I wasn't sure that was true. I'd have to ask Neto. And I wanted to ask Freddy to stop saying "fag" all the time, but he was being so cool about things that I didn't want to spoil it. Instead I asked, "What makes you think you know so much about gay guys?"

We'd gotten to the Life Sciences building, so Freddy took his hand off my shoulder and swatted my butt as I went through the door ahead of him. He whispered, "Nice ass, too, Jackie. It looks very... fuckable."

He was smiling at me like a friend despite his "hands-on" approach. He spoke at a normal volume. "My cousin Bill is a fag. He's a lot like you, except that he's six foot four, weighs two hundred and twenty pounds and plays football."

I laughed. "So he's nothing at all like me."

He shrugged. "You're both fags and you're both my friends. Of course he's only in eighth grade."

"Now I know you're lying. Your cousin is not that big in eighth grade, not unless he's been held back a couple of times."

He nodded his head and said, "Yep. I'm actually the runt in the family. Bill is fourteen and he's bigger than I am. All the players on the other teams run away from him on the field."

When we got to class and sat down, Freddy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm serious Jackie. If you want to suck my dick or if you want me to fuck that pretty ass of yours, I will."

I had a boyfriend, but I had a boyfriend who said he didn't care if I had sex with other guys. Freddy was not what I would consider a sexy guy, but his blunt come on lines were making me horny. In any event I was not going to go back to Freddy's room with him today.

I whispered back, "I don't want to spoil our friendship and I don't want to be your secret side piece."

Freddy put his arm around my neck and gently caressed it with his fingers. "I promise to respect you in the morning, and I won't be keeping it a secret. I mean, I won't be taking out an ad in the school newspaper to make an announcement, but I don't care if anyone knows I'm fucking a sexy dude either. I'm busy today, but I can work myself in Friday afternoon."

"Don't you mean you can work me in Friday afternoon," I asked.

He scoffed at me. "Not a chance. I told you that I'm straight. I'll be working myself into you."

He took my hand and placed it on his crotch so I could feel his erection through his knit shorts. He kept it there during the lecture. Whenever I went to pull my hand away, Freddy took my wrist and pulled my hand back onto his crotch. I could have pulled away, but I didn't.

`I can't take notes properly," I said.

He snorted. "You haven't taken notes all year, but I'll send you a copy of mine if you want."

He recorded the lectures and took notes later, so it didn't matter if his hands were occupied. I'd seen his notes before though and they were pretty good. I sighed. "I'll need all the notes for the semester."

He slouched down in the seat and put my hand inside his shorts and under his underwear so that I was touching his slimy dick. He squeezed my hand and said, "That's not a problem, Jackie. You be good to me, and I'll be good to you."

Freddy was just taking what he wanted, but he wasn't threatening me, and he wasn't hitting me. Apparently that made all the difference because I found this scene to be very arousing. I stroked him for several minutes during the lecture. This was a freshman class, and it was held in the 200-person lecture hall, so no one could really see us unless they were trying very hard. Freddy's cock was warm, hard, and slick with his precum. When he started breathing heavily, he said, "Catch as much of my cum in your soft little hand as you can, Jackie."

I cupped my hand around the head of his cock while I stroked the sensitive frenulum. He let out a low grunting noise when he came. I was surprised at how much cum I had caught. Freddy whispered, "Pull your hand out gently without spilling my spunk."

He held his waistband open while I followed his instructions. I knew what was coming next, but I waited for his command. It was sexier that way. He spoke very quietly but left no room for disobedience. "Put your hand to your mouth and slurp up all my load. And keep your eyes on me while you do it."

I pulled my hand up and took a whiff of his pungent semen. Then I stuck out my tongue and started to lap it up. I liked the taste of his cum. Of course I'd liked each of the loads I'd swallowed up to this point. I stared into his eyes as I consumed his seed. I was so aroused that I thought I would spill my own load in shorts. But I didn't. I was still painfully erect when the lecture was over.

Before we got out of our seats, Freddy pulled me over and kissed my lips. "I never do that with guys, so just be aware that you are having an effect on me. Now I'm going back to my room to change my underwear. We'll do this again on Wednesday."

I gave him a mock salute. "Yes, sir!"

He ran a hand down my jaw and shook his head. "I like that. And... come to school on Friday with a clean ass. If you don't tell me `no' in no uncertain terms, I'm going to fuck you."

Damn he was sure of himself. I stood up and followed him out of the lecture hall. I whispered, "And you can do that without being gay too?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Despite the bragging earlier, I've never done it, but my dick wants to do it, and I try very hard not to argue with my dick."

**********

I was still almost dancing on air when I headed out of the building to pick up Matty at the Mathematics building. Freddy was the second guy I'd chosen to have sex with. Okay, he'd told me to do it. He'd taken my hand and put it in his pants, but none of that meant that I didn't want to do it. And I definitely wanted to do it again.

I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and that was when I felt an arm wrap around my throat. It was Josh. It had to be. We were right near the dorm he shared with Troy. He shoved his phone in front of my face. It showed the video of me begging for his cock and the share tab was open. My dad's email address was already in the share box. He hissed in my ear, "Stay quiet and come with me."

Foolishly, I allowed him to lead me into his dorm. No one seemed to see anything amiss as we walked up the hall, Josh's hand firmly on my arm. He almost threw me into the room and then shut the door. A sense of relief washed over me as soon as I noticed that Troy wasn't there. But that ended when Josh glared at me. "Get your fucking clothes off now, bitch!"

I hesitated for a moment, but he crossed the room in a flash and slapped me so hard that I saw stars. I spun around, like in a cartoon, and then fell on to the bed. Josh glared at me and said, "Clothes! Now!"

All the confidence I'd found in Neto's arms had vanished. I started crying. Josh raised his hand again, but he didn't hit me. He didn't have to. I began stripping my clothes off and dropping them onto the bed. And Josh stood there and recorded it on his phone.

"You're a whore, Jimmy boy. You're my whore, mine and Troy's. And you've already cost us enough money. Today, I'm going to remind you of exactly who and what you are. And then, I'm going to drive you down to a park I know on the south side and I'm going to sell your mouth for $10 and your ass for $20. And you'll be sucking and getting fucked until you make a minimum of $250."

I was only wearing my shorts when I'd had enough. I stood up and said, "I won't do it! You can't make me!"

Josh pounced on me and forced me to the floor. He punched me in the abdomen so hard I thought I was going to throw up. He pinned me and planted his big ass on top of my face so I couldn't scream. Then he slapped my nuts with the back of his hand. Nausea flooded my body. Then he did it again, and again, and again. By the time he let me up, I was sobbing.

He grabbed my throat again. I tried to force his fingers open, but he was a lot stronger than me. He spat in my face and said, "I used the back of my hand to avoid causing you any permanent harm, but let's get one thing straight. A little bitch like you doesn't need nuts to suck dick and get fucked. If I have to bust your balls, I will. Are you going to do what you're told?"

I glared at him and shook my head. "Go to hell!"

Josh smiled at me and then slapped my face. "You've gotten feisty. I think that's really sexy, but I'm still going to beat it out of you."

He slapped me again. "I'm going to slap you around until you beg me to let you be my whore."

"I won't do it. I'm never going to be your whore and I'm not ever going to do what you say again," I sobbed. I wished I could stop crying and stand up with a loud, clear voice.

Josh spent the next half hour slapping my face, pinching my nipples, and twisting my nuts. I tried to struggle, but to no avail. I tried to scream, but he'd shoved a pair of his dirty underwear in my mouth and then wrapped duct tape across my face to hold it in.

He was taking a break from beating on me and was holding me gently in arms, like we were lovers or something. "I know that you're thinking of running to your ninja buddy to whine about me mistreating you, but he can't do anything. And neither can the police. I have you on video begging me to fuck you, begging me to slap you, begging me to twist your little titties. Any jury that sees those will have no doubt that everything we've done is consensual. So are you ready to tell me on camera that you want to be my whore?"

I knew that I couldn't possibly say that on camera. If I did, I'd destroy any chance I had. I'd be working for him and Troy forever. I was just about ready to shake my head no and let the beatings begin again when I noticed my cell phone laying face up on the floor. I had a plan. I just hoped it worked. I let my tears flow and nodded.

Josh smiled at me and kissed my forehead. "You're so cute. I really do like you. I could probably grow to love you if you weren't a whore, but you need to stop crying so we get your confession on video."

He pulled the tape off my face and took the sodden underwear out of my mouth. He walked over to the other end of the room and pulled out his phone. I forced myself to stop crying, then I looked at Josh's camera and said, "Siri! Text Neto. I'm being RAPED in Josh's room!"

Josh leaped for my phone as it said, "Texting Neto. I'm being raped in Josh's room."

I'd surprised him, that was for sure. He jumped up and shouted, "Get out of my room!"

He threw my phone at me and added, "Get out!"

I grabbed my phone and ran out of the room. I rushed by another student, almost knocking him into the wall. Josh had regained his wits enough to cover his ass. He ran to his doorway and yelled, "Don't come back here begging me for sex again, you little bitch!"

I found myself outside the dorm, wearing only my shorts. It was still warm in Tucson during the day, and my feet were uncomfortably warm on the sidewalk. I had several texts from Matty asking where I was, and another saying he was going to the Student Union with a friend. And then I received a call from Neto. I answered it immediately.

"Hey Neto," I said weakly.

Almost all the campiness was gone from Neto's voice. He still had that gay voice - I didn't know what else to call it - but all the teasing sarcasm was gone. "Oh my God, Jackie, are you okay? Where are you? I don't know where Josh's dorm is?"

"I'm okay now. I got out and I'm heading to the Student Union to meet Matty."

"What happened?" he demanded.

I gave him a summary of what had happened from the moment Josh had grabbed me. My voice was raspy, and I was almost crying as I gave him a list of details. He'd been a lot less frivolous while we were talking, more serious. I could hear the deep concern in his voice.

When I was done he said, "You wait for me in the Student Union, Jackie-O. I'm 10 mins away at most!"

I said that I would, then I made my way to the Student Union, running each time I came to a street or a sidewalk. I drew a few looks. This was a sunbelt university, and it was known for students showing a lot of skin, but even still I was underdressed. I didn't care about any of their stares. I was ready to dance when I saw Matty sitting there safe, even if I didn't know the nerdy looking guy he was with.

When he saw that I was naked aside from my shorts, he jumped up and hugged me. "What's wrong, Jim... Jackie?"

I glanced over at the guy Matty had been sitting next to and said, "I'll tell you everything later. It's too much for a public place."

We were still standing there hugging when Neto came running into the Student Union. Matty let go and stepped back as Neto swept me into his arms and crushed me against his chest. "Oh, Jackie-O, I am so happy to see you safe."

He took in my state of undress and clenched his jaw. He pulled Matty into the hug as well and said, "School's over today. We're done. I'm going to call us a Lyft and then we're going home."

It felt so good to be in his arms. I started crying again, but this time it was because all my fear and tension was flowing out of my body. I was crying because I felt safe in his arms. I was crying because I had him and Matty both. I was crying because... everything was going to be alright.

Robert James Koenig

I was just finishing my afternoon coffee break and checking my social media when I got an email notification. I had a few minutes, so I checked to see what it was. It was on the private account I used only for correspondence with Matty, Jimmy, and the college. The sender was listed as Jimmy, and the subject said, "You need to see this, Dad!"

When I opened the email, there was a video link. When I touched it, an image of Jimmy appeared on my screen. He was naked and looking back over his shoulder while he impaled himself on some guy's dick.

"Your big cock feels so good in my ass. Fuck me harder, Daddy."

Another guy came into the picture. Only Jimmy's face was visible. The video changed to a different angle, probably the second guy's camera. Jimmy was taking that cock into his mouth like a professional. The words that came out of his mouth when it wasn't stuffed with dick were filthy and degrading. I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. That was my son, getting fucked at both ends like... like we'd done to Matty's dad. This was my fault. If I hadn't done gay shit with Danny Preston, this wouldn't have happened.

If I hadn't taken my sister in after her husband ran off, Danny's little faggot son couldn't have corrupted Jimmy. If I hadn't let them go to college and room together this wouldn't have happened. I had made mistake after mistake, but I was going to fix it. I was going to go up to Tucson and drag Jimmy back home where I could beat the faggotry out of him.

I could fix this. I had to fix this. I adjusted my hard cock before I stood up. Images of Jimmy taking two cocks sprang to my mind, along with the images of Danny Preston. He'd gotten so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't even resist when all nine of us fucked him that night. The next morning he'd been freaked out, but Rico Salcedo had told him to calm down. Now that we knew what he needed, we'd give it to him regularly.

Danny had run off the next day. He hadn't said anything, but my sister had been devastated. Of course I'd taken her in. I'd taken Matty home too. I owed it to his mother. I would have to beat it out of him too.

Damn! Someone had to be the good guy here. Tomorrow afternoon would have to be good enough. I'd take the afternoon off and head up there.