For most people, the news that their company was opening a new branch in a new city would be met with disappointment and the decision: "do I stay, or do I go?" For Kevin Morris, however, it was different. The branch was opening up in the town where he had grown up, and from which he had run, as fast as he could, ten years before. There were reasons he had gotten out. Those reasons were no longer valid.
You know how every high school has the geeky, wimpy guy whom everyone wants to pick on? Kevin was that guy: thin, badly dressed, glasses that were held together by tape: all the stereotypes, right down to his brilliance in Math and Science. And every high school has the "bruiser" who picks on the geek the most. You know: the athlete more than student, who's best grade is in phys. Ed., but who's so damn handsome that everyone has a crush on him. Kevin had a classmate like that: Frank Connor. Frank came into his height early: he stood 6'3" and carried more than 200 pounds of muscle on his body. He played football and wrestled. Kevin, who was also gay, was obsessed with Frank. And Frank knew it. He wasn't stupid, and Frank was savvy enough to exploit it. He and Kevin were in the same gym class -- a class which Kevin dreaded, even more than he dreaded changing in the locker room: so much to look at without anyone knowing you were looking. Usually, he was very good about it, but Frank? GOD, Frank's body reminded him of the English muffins he ate for breakfast with all the nooks and crannies, and his dick: not very long, but cut and thick. Fat. And Frank liked to play with it when he was changing. Kevin tried not to stare. He didn't succeed and one day, Frank caught him.
"HEY YOU WIMPY FAGGOT! KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOURSELF." Kevin gulped "Sorry. I didn't realize I was staring." Frank answered. "Oh, you realized you were staring. You just didn't realize I saw you doing it." There were very few people in the locker room when Frank came over and pushed Kevin up against the lockers, holding him by the throat. "I oughtta beat the shit outta you. No one would give a shit, and it'd give me a good reason to jerk off tonight. Taking out another faggot. Gimme a reason not to, smart guy." Kevin was scared to death. "Please Frank, Please. I'll do your homework for you. Every day. Every single day. Every math and science assignment. I'll do it before I do mine only, please, please." Kevin was more afraid of his glasses getting broken than anything else. He knew that the only option he'd have would be to use more tape to hold them together. Frank stopped applying pressure.
"All my math? All my science?" "YES. YES. Absolutely." Kevin was beginning to get his wits together. He knew that Frank was in the lowest level classes academically: they only shared this gym class. He could whip through that homework in less than half an hour. "That's a good start. One more thing, though, FAG. " He stared directly at Kevin. "I hear you fags are better at sucking cock than chicks are, not that that's saying much around here. You blow me: once a week minimum." Kevin had thought about taking Frank in his mouth, but he had never done anything sexual with anyone.
"I'm...I'm not sure I'd make you happy, Frank. I never sucked someone before." "WHOA!" Frank hollered. "So I'll get a virgin mouth. A geek virgin mouth, and my homework done too." Now he increased the pressure again. "You better learn fast, fag Kevin. Because if you don't do a good job, the deal's off. YOU UNDERSTAND." Kevin shook his head. He was terrified. "GOOD. Homework starts today. Sucking starts Friday. Third floor bathroom, second stall. I'll be waiting."
And it started. They were beginning their junior year, and it continued through junior year, and senior year, too. Every Friday afternoon, before Frank went off to practice, he had Kevin on his knees, slurping away on his thick cock. Kevin got used to it and began to enjoy it. He'd throw things in to surprise Frank, and he always did. One Friday, after they finished, Frank held Kevin's head between his legs.
"There's a rumor you got a scholarship, and you'll be going out of state, faggot. That right?"
"YYYYYES. Yes, it is. It's a physics scholarship. Everything's paid. Four years."
"Well, holy shit, Albert Einstein has been blowing me for the last two years. I should sign that in your yearbook, Kevin." He pushed Kevin back. "Now, how the fuck am I gonna find someone who's as good at this as you are? You know any other FAGS in this town?"
"Nnnnno. No. I don't. Really. I don't." It was true. The town really wasn't that big, and it was a conservative place. There wasn't a gay bar for 30 miles, and it was almost dangerous to be known as a `mo around town. "Guess I'll have to find another one. Maybe I'll have to hang out in locker rooms and show my stuff. Catch myself another one like you."
Those memories never left Kevin, even as he put his geek past away. College was a revelation for him. The sheer number of people, and the difference in attitudes: gay people everywhere. He even found a mentor: a senior named Peter who took him under his wing. He's the one who explained the scene to Kevin and told him "Look. If you're gonna have sex with anyone other than that monster, we've got to get you a full remodel. That haircut? It's gotta go. Glasses? They can be hot but not like that. And... "He looked Kevin over. "You've got a good skeleton. Why the hell aren't you working out at the gym? Bulk up." Kevin took all of Peter's suggestions. Peter had been right: Kevin was a natural at the gym, and while he would never be as big as Frank, he began bulking up, showing tone. His growth spurt had been late, and between senior year of high school and freshman year of college, he put on five inches and now stood at an even six feet. He also became aware of something he hadn't been, in high school.
Kevin was hung like a horse. He hadn't ever thought about his size because, well, why? No one would've had sex with him and there was no way for him to go looking. He lost his virginity one night when Peter took him to a bar, and a guy named Sean picked him up. Sean was a little older and was interested in one thing: getting cock in his ass. When he saw how nervous Kevin was, he figured it out.
"I'm your first, aren't I?" Kevin stammered out: "it was that obvious?" Shawn laughed for about ten minutes. "Have you EVER had sex before, Kevin?" Kevin told him about the blowjobs and Sean shook his head. "A cock like that should be giving pleasure to other guys, like me. Now, just try to relax, and boy, I'll turn you into a man." If Kevin lacked finesse, he didn't lack enthusiasm, and Sean had to slow him down a few times. Kevin apologized when he blew a load in Sean's ass, and Sean laughed again. "I don't mind, but when you see other guys, make sure, ahead of time, that they're ok with that. Otherwise... things could get ugly.
"Other guys? You mean..." Sean pulled Kevin into bed with him and cuddled. "Young man, some people look for relationships, some people just want short time fun. You're too young to be in a relationship. With me or anyone else. Go out and, as they say, "sow your wild oats." Screw as many guys as you can and, let me tell you: you'll be doing good work by sharing that cock with others."
It took a little bit of time, but Kevin did what Sean said. He never saw Sean again, but he was always grateful for the lesson. Many of his classes were easy for him, so he spent time reading up: he learned about tops and bottoms, and doms and subs, and leather and everything else you could think of. As he became more buff at the gym, he realized that guys were checking him out: all kinds of guys. He looked back, mostly, at guys who reminded him of Frank. At first, he thought it was a waste of his time: these big guys didn't want his dick in them. One day, one of the big bodybuilder types could not have been more explicit. He came up to where Kevin was pressing and whispered in his ear: "if you don't take me somewhere and fuck me when your set is over, I'm going to be a cranky bitch and probably take out three old ladies before I go home." Kevin laughed. "Well, can't let you go to jail because I didn't share." He did. And now, he realized that yes, there WERE big guys who bottomed. There were LOTS of them.
He graduated summa cum laude from college, and was recruited to work for Kraken Corporation, a company that specialized in computerized defense systems for underwater military vessels, but also developed programs for things like finding schools of fish, locating underwater structures, etc. He was good at what he did and soon, he was the head of his division. He had little free time, and he used some of it for sexual encounters, but they all left him unsatisfied. He wanted something, or rather, someone, and he knew who that was. He wanted Frank Connor. He wanted him in bed, tied down, struggling, and eventually relenting and begging to get fucked. Our geek from high school was coming a long way.
He developed an obsession with Frank. He took an on-line subscription to his hometown paper and looked for stories about Frank. He never found any until, one day, there was a headline "FOOTBALL STAR ACCEPTED TO POLICE ACADEMY". A story about Frank followed. There were pictures. Kevin didn't know how old they were, but Frank had gotten even more handsome in his eyes. He had to imagine Frank in a police uniform, because he wasn't IN the academy yet, and those fantasies brought him to huge climaxes every single night. So, when Kraken announced the new division back in his hometown, Kevin took it as a sign: Frank was supposed to be HIS. He'd have to start planning how to make that happen. That same issue of the paper had a small announcement for the tenth anniversary of his high school class. "Hmmm." He thought. "A popular guy like Frank will HAVE to be there. And if he's not, someone will be around who can give me the information I need." He booked plans for going back hom Frank Connor looked forward to his reunion.
He had continued to work out, and was now about 240-250 pounds of solid muscle. He hadn't won any power lifting championships, but he had gone top ten a few times. He had handsome, almost retro looks: the 50's style haircut, the bedroom brown, almost black eyes, lips that looked like they'd be fun to kiss -- he had all of those in high school and they were even more accented now that he was in his late 20s. Late 20s, and being accepted to the Police Academy, a dream he had always had. "I'll be Officer Connor soon, mom" he had told his mother when they stood in the kitchen together. Frank still lived at home: he had a job, but he was saving for his own place, and his mom, who was a widow, was happy to have her one son (she had three daughters too), around. "Officer Connor indeed!" she sneered. "You're Frankie around here. Now, Officer big mouth, go and wash the dishes." Frank laughed. "Yes mom." His mother was the only woman from whom he took orders. It was a trait that made him a bit notorious amongst the women, single and married, with whom he "carried on." Frank wanted what he wanted, and he expected his dates to keep him happy. He was never violent, but if he didn't get a truly superb blow job, or if he thought a woman was faking an orgasm, that was it. He was done with her. He knew that guys were cruising him too: he'd catch the glance, hear the whispered "woof," and he'd just snort and move on. "I don't do any of that fag stuff," he told his best friend, Eric, after one particularly aggressive cruise that forced Frank to ask the guy to "leave me the hell alone or I'll kick the shit outta you."
Many of the people at the reunion did what alumni do at reunions: they expressed shock and surprise when they caught up to their old friends, pretended they looked old while their friends were still young, and all that. Not surprisingly, much of the gossip and chatter centered around Frank, who had come to the event in a snug white shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket -- his standard high school uniform. It didn't matter at what time you zoomed back and looked at the party, there were always 2 or 3 groups of women chatting about "how hot" he was, or wondering when he was going to marry, and to whom. weekends fantasizing about how it could happen. The reunion pushed him into action: he had a plan.
"FRANK CONNOR! SONOFAGUN HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?" Kevin came up to Frank, who was standing against a wall, nursing a beer. Frank looked at him and he had a vague sense that he knew who this was, but not quite.
"It's Kevin Morris, Officer Connor!" Kevin made a fake salute and then Frank recognized him. Kevin was different, but the same. He had clearly discovered working out and wasn't the total wimp he had been in high school. He dressed better, and his glasses weren't broken and held together by tape. But most of all, Frank remembered how well Kevin sucked cock.
"HEY KEV. How long has it been, like ten years?" Frank held out his hand. "I think so, Frank. So, what's going on? I hear you're going to be defending the public really soon?" Frank laughed. "Well, we'll see about that. I got to graduate from the program first but yeah, I'm going into the academy in a little while -- about a month."
"Good for you! Somehow, I always imagined you in a uniform giving orders" Frank blushed, and he thought back to the time he was wearing his football jersey and jock when Kevin blew him. DAMN THOSE MEMORIES. "So, Kevin, what's going on with you? I thought you had moved away." "I did. Started work for one of these tech companies after school, and they're opening a branch right here in our hometown. My division's being transferred here so..." he shrugged his shoulders. "Back where I started from." He smiled at Frank. "Still single too, and still, well..." He gave Frank a look and Frank smiled back.
"Is that right? You know, we had some good times together, Kevin." Kevin lied in responding "Yeah, we sure did. You remember the time when I found out about this..." He pressed a finger on Frank's navel and Frank began to giggle.
"COME ON! Don't do that here! You're the only person who knows about it." Kevin had happened upon that spot on Frank during a blowjob when he was stroking Frank's torso before going down on him and rubbed up against the belly button. He remembered how Frank had giggled and finally begged him to stop.
Kevin smiled. "Well, I COULD fix that you know, Frank. I mean, I could go and mingle and say something like "Gee, I hope that any felons don't know about Frankie's navel because..." and when I get the look, I can pretend to be shocked and say "OH, you don't know? Well..."
"Nah, you're not gonna do that, Kevin. You didn't do it through high school, and you wouldn't do it now." Kevin moved his finger away. "You're right. I won't. "He paused. "So, I'm in town for a few more days, then I got to go back and supervise the moving before I move to town. I wonder if maybe we could, oh, I don't know, get together and catch up?" He gave Frank a smile and Frank felt a little churning in his balls.
"Yeah, that'd be great. What's your schedule like? I'm sort of in between things now: I quite my job before starting the academy, and academy hasn't started yet, so, I've got flexibility."
"Well, how does mid afternoon tomorrow sound? We could meet at the Inn where I'm staying so no one would know you're hanging out with nerds." Frank laughed. "You're not a nerd anymore, Kevin: you're a successful techno guy. But yeah, I can be there. Say 4pm?" "That'd be great" Kevin answered. "Gives us plenty of time and then, the evening is still free for both of us, so you could go spend time with one of your girlfriends or something."
"Girlfriends? HAH. My steady date is my mom. The chicks around here? Just not interesting. "
"Maybe if they knew about something like this, Frankie?" Kevin pressed his finger back on Frank's navel, and Frank giggled and squirmed. "NOW STOP KEVIN. You know I lose control when you do that to me."
"And you always wanna be in control, Frankie. I remember that. God, forbid I moved my head back before you were ready." Frank whispered "NOT HERE, KEVIN. We'll discuss tomorrow."
"A-OK, Officer Frank. I'll see you then."
Frank wished he had his uniform already: it would probably inspire Kevin to give an even better blow job than he ever had. Who didn't wish, secretly or not, to do a police officer? He would deny it, but that was one of the motivators for Frank enrolling in the police academy. He told his mother he was going over to visit an old classmate he had met at the reunion, but he'd be home for supper. "Bring him back home with you, dear. Everyone can use a good meal." "Thanks mom, but Kevin eats early so, I think he'll probably pass." He put on a pair of black jeans and the "cop shoes" he had: the big black laced ones. Frank's casual wardrobe was mostly white shirts and he put on one of those. He thought about a t shirt but, hey, he could use that in the future because, well, if Kevin were moving back to town, this was not the last chance he'd have for a blow job. He thought about driving, but the Inn where Kevin was staying wasn't that far away, and he looked HOT. He wouldn't mind driving a few women a bit crazy that afternoon. He decided to walk. "Kevin looks good. It's gonna be like getting sucked off by someone on the wrestling team," Frank thought about one of his fantasies and how maybe, just maybe if this went on, he could "persuade" Kevin to get a wrestling singlet and go down on him while he was wearing it.
He heard the knock on the door, and his heart jumped. So did his dick. He had a few weeks to train Frank, and then... He opened the door to the slab of muscle he had obsessed over for years.
"Hey Frankie. I'm glad you came. Looking good." He knew better than to try to give Frank a hug. That kind of stuff would come later.
"Thanks. I wanted to wear a uniform to see you, so you could see what Officer Frank'll look like, but they didn't issue them.
"Oh, no problem. I'll anticipate it. It'll make moving even better. Can I get you something to drink?"
"You have any beer, Kevin?" "Of course I do. I knew you were coming. One second." When Kevin went off to the kitchen, Frank stood in the living area of Kevin's room, hands shoved in his pockets. The jeans were so tight it took work to get them in there, but he knew, from men's magazines, that a pose like that showed his junk better. He called into the kitchen. "By the way, Kev, looks like you've started working out. Maybe we could pair up at the gym some time, you know, work out together?"
"Sounds good, Frank. Sounds good." He handed Frank his beer. "You're not drinking, Kev?" "No, I'm gonna have to drive in a bit and I don't want to take the risk." "Good man. You don't want an officer of the law to stop you for a test." "Oh, I don't know about that, Frank: he may even frisk me." Frank nearly spat out his beer. Kevin was being hospitable, so he bit his tongue and didn't say "I hope you're not expecting that from me."
Sit, Frank. Just gimme a minute. I ate some really spicy food for lunch today, and I just wanna gargle to make sure that everything's clean."
"Well, wash that stuff out too, Kev. You know alcohol burns."
"Heh, heh. You're right about that. Some chick took me once after she had had a scotch and OH SHIT. If she was good, I couldn't tell ya. I was in so much pain, I couldn't believe it."
"No worries, Frank. You're not gonna feel any pain from my mouth tonight. No pain at all." Kevin's hands were shaking: he didn't want to use the tranquilizer, but he knew Frank was stronger than he was, and his whole plan would be a disaster if he didn't do this now.
"For a while, you're not gonna feel ANY pain, Frank. Any pain at all." He pushed the syringe into Frank's neck and Frank went under in seconds. "The dosage is supposed to keep a normal sized man under for four hours, but for a bull like you, Frank, I better work fast." Kevin did. When Frank came to, he found himself bound with zip ties at his ankles and wrists, with a tight duct tape gag around his mouth. He was in a van, and it was moving fast. He was clueless. And up in the front, Kevin was chuckling about how easy it had been.