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Athletic Trainer 9 The trainer's room door clicked shut, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting Ben as he leaned against the frame. Sweat plastered his jersey to his chest, every muscle screaming from the brutal double-header practice. "Luke? You still here?" The heavy steel door groaned as Luke slammed it open with his hip, the wheels of the ice tub screeched against the concrete. "Your usual's ready in the back, Cap." He didn't look up, his muscles straining under sweat-soaked cotton as he shoved the tub into the shadowed corner. His athletic pants rode low, exposing the sharp V-cut above his ass when he bent over. Straightening, he wiped grime off his knuckles with the towel slung over his shoulder. A slow grin spread across his face as he caught Ben's eye across the empty training room. “All set for you,” Luke said, pointing his thumb toward the back of the room before making his way to his desk to look up something on the computer. Despite knowing each other for a little over two seasons, after a hot day of practice or a game, Ben often visited the trainer’s room for an ice bath before going home. Ben has never been alone with Luke whenever he visited the trainer's room. Even though he has always thought Luke is a good-looking man, he has never allowed his thoughts to wonder beyond that. On the other hand, Luke has had his eye set on Ben since they first met. Standing at an impressive six feet, Ben's striking red hair and fair skin hint at a smoldering intensity just beneath the surface, a wild fire waiting to be unleashed. Luke has heard his teammates make jokes about his hung cock that girls gossip about. Ben grinned back, dropping his gear bag with a thud that echoed off the sterile tile walls. "Missed me that much, huh?" He peeled off his soaked jersey, revealing a torso mapped with sweat-slicked muscle. The copper-red of his hair was matted and dark, clinging to a forehead that was flushed with a deep, furious rose from the practice. Next came the practice pants, shoved down past lean hips until they pooled around his ankles. He stepped free, standing in nothing but a black athletic jockstrap that strained against the full, heavy swell of his ass, the band digging into the damp skin of his waist. It was a harness built for force, now displayed for Luke. “How are you doing today, man?” Ben said loudly from the back of the room while facing away from Luke. Luke leaned back from his chair and was able to see Ben behind the room divider. Luke could see Ben’s round ass held up by the jockstrap fabric. He wished he could go back there and bend Ben over, spread those meaty cheeks apart and dig into that pink hole with his tongue. “I’m well. How about yourself? Where are your minions?” Luke responded “Oh….we’ve been traveling for most of of the week so they rushed to see their girls. Hang on…..I can’t talk when I’m in the tub.” Ben said while mentally preparing himself for the cold. The first step into the slush burned like hellfire. Ben hissed through clenched teeth, muscles locking as the ice water climbed past his knees. He forced himself down until the frozen slurry lapped at his collarbones. Every nerve screamed. Across the room, Luke chuckled low in his throat—a sound like gravel under tires. "Quiet back there, Cap. Thought I heard you whimper." Ben's glare could've frozen the tub solid. "Whimper? That was a battle cry," he ground out, breath fogging the air. "You’d know the difference if you ever got out from behind those towels." He focused on the sting, the dull ache in his knuckles from yesterday's sparring. Luke walked to the back of the room and grabbed a towel out of the cabinet then leaned against the sink counter, arms crossed. "Behind the towels is where the magic happens, Cap. Someone’s gotta keep your precious muscles from turning to stone." As he walked toward Ben, he nodded at Ben’s submerged form. "Though looks like you’re doing fine turning yourself into a human popsicle." Ben splashed water, the slush soaking Luke’s sneakers. "Oops. Slipped." He watched Luke’s eyes dart down to the wet fabric clinging to his feet. "Better get those off before you catch a chill, Doc." The title dripped with sarcasm. Luke was unfazed. "Still more useful than you flopping around like a beached trout in there." He set the towel down on the padded table next to Ben then his voice dropping, shifting to a serious tone. "Saw you limping after that last drill. And not your usual ‘I’m tired’ shuffle. That hitch in your step when you thought no one was looking." Ben’s smirk vanished. The ice felt colder. "It’s nothing." Ice numbed his legs, but the heat in Luke's stare was a brand. Ben didn't nod. Didn't blink. Luke's hand tapped the side of the tub twice. "Ten minutes," he said, too soft. "Then we hit pads, and I’ll have a look." Water dripped from Ben's hair. “Got it.” ============================================================================ Twenty minutes later, Ben emerged, shivering violently, his skin mottled red and white. He gripped the edge of the tub, knuckles white. "Fuck, that never gets easier." Ben dried himself off roughly, then stood dripping on the rubber mat. He draped the towel over his shoulders but made no move to cover himself. As a professional trainer who'd seen a hundred strained muscles, Luke knew what was going on with just one look from across the room. He rummaged through a cabinet, then approached with a tube of liniment. "Lie down." Luke gestured to the padded table, his eyes never leaving Ben's gait as he crossed the room. The limp was subtle but unmistakable, a fractional hesitation when the left foot took weight. The vinyl felt cold against Ben's back. Luke knelt beside the padded table. His hands were warmer than expected when they gripped Ben's ankle, calloused palms sliding up his calf. "Flex." Ben obeyed. Luke's thumb pressed deep into the hollow behind Ben's knee, making him suck in a sharp breath. "Tendon's angry. Hyperextended during that last takedown?" "Maybe." Ben stared at the ceiling tiles, acutely aware of fingers tracing his inner thigh. The pressure was clinical, searching for knots along the quadriceps. But the touch lingered just above his groin, knuckles brushing the straining edge of his jockstrap. Heat flooded Ben's belly, sudden and unwelcome. He cleared his throat. "Feels fine now." Luke hummed, noncommittal. His hand slid higher, palm flattening against Ben's inner thigh. The contact was electric—a deliberate sweep that grazed the bulge beneath thin fabric. Ben's hips jerked involuntarily. "Easy," Luke murmured, fingers splayed like he was steadying a skittish horse. His thumb dug into the crease where leg met torso, rubbing slow circles. Ben bit the inside of his cheek. The liniment's menthol burn couldn't mask the heat spreading from Luke's touch. He imagined those fingers hooking under the jockstrap's waistband, dragging it down. The fantasy hit him like a body check—vivid and unbidden. Sweat beaded at his temples despite the room's chill. Luke's hand stilled, resting high on Ben's thigh. His pinky dipped lower, feather-light against the swell of Ben's balls through damp fabric. A heartbeat passed. Two. Then Luke pulled back as if nothing happened, reaching for the liniment again. "Need to work this out before it knots up." The squeeze started at Ben's knee, firm and professional. Luke's thumb dug into the tendon, kneading with practiced precision. Upward his hand traveled, palm sliding along sweat-slicked skin. Ben focused on the sting of menthol, the sharp scent cutting through the humid air. Just the rub, he told himself. It is routine. But then Luke's fingers slid higher, tracing the taut line of Ben's inner thigh. Calloused fingertips brushed the crease where leg met groin. A jolt shot straight to Ben's cock. Ben sucked in a breath, knuckles white where he gripped the table's edge. Luke's touch lingered, pressing deep into the muscle. His thumb swept in slow, deliberate circles, too close now. The heel of Luke's hand grazed the straining bulge in Ben's jockstrap. Fabric stretched thin. Heat pooled low in Ben's belly, thick and insistent. Luke shifted his stance, leaning closer. His knuckles brushed Ben's balls again. The touch was fleeting, almost dismissive. But Ben felt it like a brand. Every nerve screamed. Sweat trickled down his temple despite the room's chill. Luke's expression remained focused, impassive. Luke's thumb pressed deeper into Ben's inner thigh. A slow, grinding rotation. "Tighter than I thought," Luke murmured, voice gravel-rough. His fingers splayed, palm hot against Ben's skin. The heel of his hand settled against the damp fabric of Ben's jockstrap, applying steady pressure. Ben's hips jerked. A low groan escaped before he could choke it back. Suddenly, static broke the silence from the walkie-talkie on Luke’s desk. “Luke. Are you in the trainer’s room? Two of my players are on their way. They collided. I think they might have concussions.” Luke calmly stood, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and responded, “Yeah, I’m here. I’ll see them when they arrive and let you know what’s going on.” He walked to the sink to wash his hands. He would have loved to finish what he was doing with Ben, but professional duty called. He felt a pang of disappointment at the unfortunate timing. Seeing Luke walk to the sink and begin washing his hands, Ben assumed they were done. He reached for his pants and shirt, putting them on. He wondered if Luke was going to do what he had hoped for earlier. He tried to think of a way to get Luke back to what they were doing, but then he heard the radio. Other guys were coming. He pushed his semi-erect cock into his pants, facing away from Luke, then heard Luke say to him, “I think you strained your muscles. Any over-the-counter product should work well. You should also consider making an appointment for a massage. It should help break up knots and allow you to perform at your best.” This is it, Ben thought. He responded, “Oh, okay… make an appointment with you?” Ben pretended he didn’t know what Luke was talking about. “No, Cap. I’m not allowed to give athlete massages due to regulations, but here are some recommendations you can call.” He walked to his desk and wrote on a note card, then handed the card to Ben. The card read, “Not here, but come to my condo tonight at 8 pm. I can help you out. If not, here’s my number XXX-XXX-XXXX” There was some truth behind Luke’s recommendation, but it was also a last-ditch effort to bait Ben and hopefully get a shot at that nice ass of his. Ben read the note card and said “whhhhaaat!!? I’m gen Z. I don’t get ont he phone for nothing” he joked. He drape his bag in front of him to hide is half boner and gave Luke a nod and a wink before he headed out. ============================================================================= Not long after Ben left, Dylan walked in, rubbing his temples. Luke greeted him. “Hey Dylan. How are you feeling? Come sit over here.” Luke signaled for Dylan to sit on the table Ben had just vacated. “Who’s the other player, and where is he?” “It was Travis. We both dove after a ball and collided head-on, but he went to the restroom, so he should be here soon,” Dylan said. Luke went through the concussion procedure with Dylan. He thought Dylan seemed fine, but as a precaution, he gave Dylan instructions to follow when he got home and asked him to check in daily so Luke could grant him clearance to return to the court. When Luke asked if Dylan had any questions, Dylan replied, “Yeah, doc. I have a question.” “What is it?” Luke asked. “It was you who set Jason up to be a slammed-up bottom, tied up in a hotel room last week, wasn’t it?” Dylan asked with a grin, eager to see Luke’s reaction. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Luke said, hiding all emotion behind a straight face. “I recognized your car when I drove around the hotel looking for the room. We found out about the party in a bathroom stall accessible only to students or staff, not the general public. When I thought about who could have done that to Jason, and then remembered seeing your car, things you said to me when I first got to this school started to make sense. You wanted a taste of my cock and hole then, didn’t you? Turning me into a hotel cum pig, too?” Dylan said cheerfully. Luke stared at Dylan silently. “You’re probably wondering if I have proof. Here it is.” Dylan pulled out his phone and showed Luke pictures of him helping Jason into his car that night. “Don’t worry. I’m not interested in getting you in trouble. I just need help with a few things. Help me out, then these pictures will be gone, and I’ll never say a word about anything.” Luke looked at Dylan with no emotion, no smile. He knew how serious it could be if it got out. He thought he had been very careful and selective with his targets so far. Luke had made an offer to Dylan years ago, similar to how he had converted other athletes into horny pigs, but Dylan had turned him down at the time, having other things to do. The two never linked up because Dylan had no reason to see Luke for anything. “Don’t look at me like that, doc. I’m not just here to blackmail you. I’ll have something for you, too.” Dylan adjusted himself, pulling up the left side of his shorts sleeve and showing the tip of his cock. “Come have a taste. You know you want it. I’m guessing that you used athlete privacy as a reason to put up the divider, so this is a blind spot to the room camera. So come on… come have a taste of what you wanted a couple of years ago. I’ve saved up a big load for you. Blow me off and swallow my cum, then we can talk business. Travis isn’t coming. He’s my roommate and helped me so I could come talk to you. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell him what I figured out, and I locked the door on my way in, so come on. You know you want it.” Luke stood there for a few seconds. He was impressed that Dylan had put everything together accurately and had the audacity to come into his workspace to make demands. He wasn’t angry. Nor was he worried. He was rather turned on by this because normally, he was the one in control of situations. Luke's gaze dropped to where Dylan's shorts sleeve rode up. The tip of Dylan's cock peeked out—thick, flushed, and already glistening with pre-cum. Even soft, it was massive. The sheer size of it punched the air from his lungs. Without a word, Luke strode forward, his movements sharp and deliberate. He didn't kneel. He crowded Dylan against the padded table, one hand shoving Dylan’s shoulders back while the other yanked his shorts and boxers down in one brutal motion. Dylan’s cock sprang free, fully hard now, a thick, veined 9.5 inches of pale, heavy flesh curving upward against his stomach. The head was dark, swollen, and leaking precum steadily. Luke’s nostrils flared at the musk, salt, sweat, and pure male heat. Luke said "Always knew you’d be packing, but fuck..." He didn’t hesitate. Leaning in, he licked a broad stripe from balls to tip, savoring the twitch against his tongue. Then he swallowed Dylan whole. Dylan gasped, head slamming back against the padded table. "Oh shit. yes!" Luke’s mouth was furnace-hot, ruthless. No gentle exploration. Just deep, punishing sucks that hollowed his cheeks. Dylan’s hips jerked upward, seeking more, but Luke pinned him down with a forearm across his pelvis. Luke’s eyes locked onto Dylan’s, unblinking, as he took him deeper, throat flexing around the girth. Spit slicked Dylan’s shaft, dripping onto Luke’s knuckles. "Tighter," Dylan groaned, fisting Luke’s hair. "Suck it like you mean it, doc." Luke obeyed, but viciously. He pulled off, lips glistening. "You want it rough?" Before Dylan could answer, Luke slammed back down, burying him to the root. Luke already predicted Dylan’s reaction so before Dylan could make a sound, Luke’s hand cover Dylan’s mouth, forcing Dylan to shout into his hand as Luke’s nose pressed into his pelvis. He held there, throat spasming, until Dylan’s thighs trembled. Then Luke dragged up, slow and filthy, sucking hard on the head before plunging back down. Over and over. A brutal rhythm. He slowly let go of his hand when Dylan remember where they are and control his volume. Dylan’s breath came in ragged bursts. "Gonna cum—fuck, *now*—" Luke didn’t pull off. Dylan’s hips pistoned upward, driving his cock deeper. Luke gagged but held, eyes watering as Dylan’s balls tightened against his chin. With a roar, Dylan came, thick, hot pulses firing straight down Luke’s throat. Luke swallowed convulsively, milking him, but Dylan suddenly wrenched his hips back. The first two ropes of cum splattered Luke’s face, hot streaks across his cheekbone, his lips, his eyelid. Luke snarled, wiping blindly, but Dylan grabbed the back of his head and shoved his cock back into that wet heat. "Take the rest" Dylan panted, thrusting hard. Luke choked as the last surges flooded his throat, thick and salty. Dylan held him there, grinding against his face until he was spent. When Dylan finally pulled out, Luke gasped, cum dripping from his chin onto the floor. Dylan looked down at him, grinning as he tucked his his still-hard cock away. "Good cocksucker. One of the best if I’m being honest. Wish I had known that years ago but this way is much more fun" he murmured, thumb smearing a drop of cum from Luke’s eyebrow. "Now... let’s talk business." Dylan said “I need an internship to finish my athletic training degree and YOU are going to help me so I can do my internship here. Show me how to get the newbies in your bed and get them willing to become cum dumps and of course…. imagine all the fun we can have together” Dylan said with a grin on his face. “Grab you phone and send me a text" Luke did what Dylan asked with cum still all over his face. “Good. I will hit you up when I think of something else I want from you” ================== The dashboard clock glowed 7:50pm. Ben sat in his car outside Luke's condo complex, fingers tapping the steering wheel. Just a massage, he repeated to himself. Nothing more. His pulse thumped against his ribs. Earlier in the training room, Luke's knuckles had brushed his balls twice while checking his hamstring. Accident? Ben couldn't tell. He has never thought of Luke sexually before but that encounter stirred something up in him. He shook out a line of white powder onto the back of his left hand, pressed one nostril shut, and inhaled sharply. The bitter chemical burn hit his sinuses. Warmth spread through his chest almost instantly. Even thought others gossip about Ben’s cock, Ben likes getting fucked. He found that out right after high school. He would often satisfy his female hookups with his large penis, and then they would use strap-ons or dildos on him while he masturbated. There are only a handful of girls who know about that side of him and they promise that they wouldn’t tell anyone. If they did, he can easily figure out who did anyway so his secret has been kept safe so far. This school year, he started hooking up with guys online, letting strangers drill his ass anonymously. One guy, who he only knew by voice, introduced him to coke and tina. The dude left him two baggies of the stuff after fucking his ass into a gaping hole, telling him he could keep them. He goes to the trainer’s room for ice baths often, so he knows he can talk his way out of a random drug test with Luke. To him, getting fucked hasn’t been about attraction. It’s been a body hight that he chases after so for that reason, he hasn’t really thought of Luke in a sexual way. However, since earlier today, he’s been thinking about what it would be like to open his legs up for a guy as sexy as Luke and to look a guy in the eyes when they fuck him. He stepped out into the humid night air. Luke’s condo building loomed, sleek and modern. Apartment 4B. The blonde security guy greeted him and made him sign the guest book before directing him to the elevators and stairs. Ben took the stairs two at a time, the drug humming in his veins. His dick is not fully erect, but not soft either. He paused outside Luke's door, wiping sweaty palms on his gym shorts. Three quick knocks then just when he was about to try the doorbell. The door swung open. Luke stood framed in the doorway. Fitted black tank top stretched across his chest. Gray athletic shorts hung low on his hips. "Right on time," Luke said, stepping aside. His eyes lingered on Ben's bare shoulders. "Come on in." The living room felt different than Ben expected. Low light came from scattered candles, not lamps. A portable massage table dominated the center space. Soft instrumental music played somewhere unseen. The air smelled faintly of eucalyptus and sweat. Ben's gaze darted to the table, then back to Luke. "Cozy setup." He tried to hide his nervousness behind his usual way of talking. Luke shut the door. "Helps clients relax." He motioned toward the kitchen island. Two glasses of water sat beside a small towel stack. "Thirsty?" Ben shook his head. "Nah. Just ready to fix this leg." He forced a casual tone. The powder's buzz intensified under his skin. Luke's biceps flexed as he crossed the room. Ben watched the way his shorts clung to thick thighs. "Make yourself comfortable, however that is for you. Then lie face down. I'll grab a few things and be right back," Luke said, heading toward his bedroom. Ben ripped his tee over his head, muscles flexing across his abdomen. His torso, defined pecs, the deep V-cut leading below his waistband, the trail of dark hair. His desire amplified by the mix of tina and coke. Without hesitation, he stripped off his shorts. Ben’s skin meeting cool vinyl. He rested his cheek on the face cradle then put on a towel covering his waist down. He adjusted himself a few times, leaving his legs open just enough for Luke to go where he wanted Luke to go. A few minutes later, he felt Luke's hands, slick with oil, landed on his shoulders. Strong thumbs dug into knotted muscle. Ben groaned. The touch traveled lower, kneading his back. Oil gleamed on Ben's skin under candlelight. Luke's fingertips traced each ridge of Ben's spine. They slid over the curve of his ass, paused, then moved down his left hamstring. "Tight here," Luke murmured. His palm covered the back of Ben's thigh entirely. Pressure built, deep and insistent. Ben's breath hitched. The room swam. Ben doesn’t know whether it is the candlelight blurred at the edges of his vision or the drugs. Warmth spread through his limbs. Luke's hands worked his calf now, fingers circling his ankle. The scent of eucalyptus filled Ben's nostrils. The music faded into white noise. His muscles went liquid. Heavy. His eyelids fluttered shut. He drifted. Time dissolved. Sensations blurred—the rhythmic glide of oiled hands, the low hum in his veins, the distant thump of his own pulse. A soft groan escaped him. He floated in warm darkness. Blissful. Weightless. Luke poured more oil into his palm. The slick sound echoed faintly. Warm liquid pooled at the small of Ben's back before Luke's hands spread it downward. Fingers pressed into the dimpled hollows above Ben's hips, working in slow circles. Then lower. Along the swell of his buttocks. The touch was deliberate, unhurried. Oil coated every curve. Luke's thumbs pressed deep into the meat of Ben's left cheek, kneading. Ben's breath caught. Every nerve ending sparked awake. Luke's hands slid toward his inner thigh, thumbs brushing dangerously close to his cleft. They paused. Hovered. Ben swore he felt the ghost heat of fingertips grazing untouched skin. So close. Almost there. But not quite. The tease lingered like static in the air. Then Luke's palms flattened, rubbing broad circles over both cheeks. Slow. Firm. Oil glistened in the candlelight as skin slid against skin. The friction warmed Ben everywhere. Up. Down. Around. Each pass dragged lower, thumbs skimming the crease where thigh met buttock. Ben bit his lip. His knuckles whitened against the table edge. *Almost. Touch it.* Ben thought in his head with his fully erect cock hiding under his stomach. But Luke's thumbs dipped inward, pressing the sensitive tendon right at the top of Ben's inner thigh instead. A jolt shot through him. So close the air seemed to hum against his untouched hole. Ben held his breath. Waited. The hands slid away, kneading the dense muscle of his hamstring again. A low groan rumbled in Ben's chest, half frustration, half surrender. The disappointment was sharp, a phantom ache. But Luke's fingers found a knot deep in the muscle, working it with relentless, perfect pressure. Bliss surged, washing the edge of frustration away. It was good. Too good. The warmth, the scent, the deep, melting release in his muscles… it pulled him under. His eyelids grew impossibly heavy. The rhythmic pressure, the heat blooming under Luke's hands, the lingering buzz from the powder… it all fused into a thick, syrupy haze. Consciousness frayed. The candlelight became a distant smear. The music dissolved into nothingness. Sensations blurred into a single, enveloping warmth. He floated. Drifted. Sank. Then a sudden jolt. His eyes snapped open. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep. He realized the music had stopped. Luke's hands weren't on him anymore and the towel was still on him, covering his butt. Slowly Ben lifted his head, disoriented. Blinked. Focused. Directly in front of his face, inches from his nose was Luke's cock. Fully erect. Thick. Veins stood out against flushed skin. Precum glistened at the slit. A perfect line of white powder traced the entire length of the shaft, from base to tip. Ben froze. He swallowed a big gulb of his saliva then his gaze traveled upward, past taut abs, over Luke's bare chest. Luke stood beside the table, fully naked now. A lazy, knowing smile played on his lips. "I was just about to wake you up." Luke's voice was low, rough. He didn't move. His cock hovered, an undeniable offering. The powder line gleamed. Identical to what Ben had snorted in the car. Ben's mind raced. His shorts. The baggie. Luke must have found it. He just kicked off his shorts without thinking. Heat flooded Ben's face, his neck. His own cock stirred against the vinyl. Luke tilted his hips slightly. The powder line shifted. "Something fell out of your shorts when I picked them off the flood. Based on what I found in your pocket" Luke nodded toward the gleaming shaft, "I guessed you might like this." He held Ben's stare. Challenge. Invitation. Raw hunger burned in Luke's eyes. The air crackled. Ben's mouth went dry. He could smell the musk, the faint tang of sweat. His heart hammered against his ribs. Every nerve ending screamed. He didn't look away. He leaned forward, just an inch. His breath ghosted over the powdered skin. Slowly, deliberately, Ben closed the distance. Without saying a word, Ben left hand held Luke’s rock hard cock steady, his right hand holding his right nostril shut then he glide his nose across Luke’s hard throbbing cock. He back away a bit and shook his head then without hesitation, he open his mouth for Luke’s cock that he was still holding with his left hand. His lips brushed the underside of Luke's cock, just below the swollen head. This wasn’t the first cock in his mouth but it is the first cock he wanted in his mouth. A low groan tore from Luke's throat. Ben opened his mouth wider, taking the thick head inside. Heat engulfed him. His tongue swirled, lapping the remnants of the drug, tracing the pulsing veins. Luke’s fingers tangled in Ben’s hair, not forcing, just anchoring. Guiding. Ben sank deeper, taking more. The stretch burned his jaw. He welcomed it. His own hips shifted restlessly against the table, seeking friction. Luke’s thumb stroked Ben’s temple. "Easy," Luke murmured, voice thick. "Take your time." But Ben didn’t want time. He wanted oblivion. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, pulling Luke deeper down his throat. The ridge of the crown hit his soft palate. He gagged, eyes watering, but pushed through. Luke’s grip tightened. A shudder ran through the trainer’s powerful thighs. Ben felt the tremor vibrate through the cock filling his mouth. Saliva slicked his chin. He breathed through his nose, nostrils flaring, inhaling Luke’s scent. Leather. Coconut oil. Pure male arousal. The drug surged anew in his blood, merging with the taste of Luke, the heat, the pressure. His world narrowed to this: the weight on his tongue, the fingers in his hair, the desperate ache in his own groin pressing against unforgiving vinyl. Luke's thick cock plunged deeper, stretching Ben's throat raw. Ben gagged, eyes watering as spit dripped down his neck onto the vinyl. His hands scrabbled uselessly against Luke's thighs, not pushing away, just clawing for purchase as the trainer fucked his face with brutal precision. Each thrust hammered against Ben's soft palate, triggering convulsive swallows that only seemed to drive Luke wilder. The bitter taste of precum mixed with residual coke powder flooded Ben's senses. Luke yanked the towel off Ben's waist. Ben's cock sprang free, thick, flushed, and painfully hard, the swollen head glistening. It stood straight up, thicker than a beer can, veins pulsing visibly under the skin. Luke's calloused hand wrapped around the base, squeezing just shy of pain. "Fuck, you're built," Luke growled, thumb smearing a bead of precum over the slit. He stroked slowly, deliberately, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, letting the foreskin drag over the sensitive ridge. Ben's hips bucked off the table, a choked moan vibrating around the cock buried in his throat. Luke chuckled darkly, tightening his grip. "Easy, stud. We're just getting started." He trailed a finger up the throbbing underside, tracing the prominent vein, then flicked the swollen tip. Ben shuddered violently, his cock twitching in Luke's fist. Without warning, Luke released Ben's hair, signaling him to lift his legs. Ben obeyed instantly, bending his knees toward his chest, exposing himself completely. Luke snatched the baggie, sprinkling a thick line of white powder directly onto Ben's tight, pink hole. He snorted most of it in one sharp inhale, eyes fluttering shut briefly before refocusing with predatory intensity. The remaining powder glistened on Ben's entrance. Luke spat onto his fingers, mixing saliva with the granules, then pressed a thick digit firmly against the clenching muscle. Ben gasped around Luke's cock as the finger breached him—slow, relentless pressure giving way to sudden, burning intrusion. Luke worked his finger deep, knuckle-deep, curling and scissoring, stretching Ben open. The dual sensation—throat stuffed full, ass invaded—made Ben's vision blur. Luke added a second finger, thrusting hard and fast now, the wet squelch loud in the room. Luke withdrew his fingers abruptly, replaced by the hot, wet pressure of his tongue. He rimmed Ben with rough, open-mouthed licks, tongue delving deep into the loosened hole, lapping up the remaining powder. Ben screamed, the sound muffled and guttural around the cock still pistoning in his throat. Luke's hands gripped Ben's hips, hauling him backward off the table. "Couch. Now," he ordered, voice ragged. Ben stumbled on shaky legs, collapsing onto the leather couch on all fours, ass high, his massive cock swinging heavily between his thighs. He pushed his hips back, hole clenching around nothing. "Please," Ben begged, voice wrecked. "Need it... fuck me..." Luke climbed behind him, one thick arm snaking around Ben's throat in a vise-like chokehold, cutting off his air. The other guided his cockhead to Ben's stretched entrance. With a brutal shove, Luke sheathed himself to the hilt. Ben's cry strangled into a gasp as Luke began pounding him—deep, punishing strokes that jolted his entire body forward with each thrust. Ben's cock swung wildly, slapping against his stomach, leaking steadily onto the couch as Luke's hips slammed into his ass with a wet, rhythmic smack. Luke tightened the chokehold, Ben's vision spotting. Every ragged breath he managed was thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and sex. Luke's cock dragged against Ben's prostate on every inward plunge, igniting electric shocks of pleasure that warred with the suffocating pressure on his windpipe. Ben's huge cock throbbed violently, untouched, pre-cum dripping in thick ropes onto the leather below. His balls drew up tight against his body. Luke fucked him like he was breaking him—no rhythm, just raw, animalistic drive. The slap of skin echoed off the walls. Ben's moans were choked, desperate things, his body arching and trembling as Luke's relentless assault pushed him toward the edge. He felt Luke's grip shift on his throat, fingers digging into the tendons, forcing his head back. "Take it," Luke snarled, breath hot against Ben's ear. "Take every fucking inch." Ben could only whimper, his world reduced to the brutal stretch of his ass, the crushing pressure on his throat, and the agonizing, untouched ache of his own cock. The trainer's hips snapped forward harder, deeper. Ben felt Luke's balls slap against his taint. The sting of the chokehold blurred with the blinding pleasure radiating from his prostate. Luke’s free hand slid down Ben’s heaving flank, rough fingertips tracing the dip of his spine before grabbing a handful of ass cheek, spreading him wider. The penetration burned—a glorious, searing stretch that made Ben’s toes curl. Luke’s grunts grew guttural, primal. He buried himself to the root and held, grinding deep, making Ben feel every thick, pulsing inch. Ben’s cock twitched violently, leaking freely now. He was so close, teetering on the brink just from the brutal fucking and the chokehold’s dizzying rush. "Gonna come?" Luke rasped, tightening his arm. Ben nodded frantically, tears streaking his face, a strangled "yes" escaping his bruised throat. Luke released the chokehold abruptly. Air flooded Ben’s lungs in a ragged gasp. Before he could recover, Luke’s hand shot between Ben’s legs, wrapping around the base of his monstrous cock. The grip was punishing—all pressure and friction. Luke jacked him hard and fast, his strokes short and brutal, twisting over the swollen head on every upstroke. Ben screamed, back bowing, as sensation overloaded him. Luke never slowed his thrusts, pistoning into Ben’s ass with jackhammer force while his fist worked Ben’s cock like he was trying to rip it off. The dual assault was merciless. Pleasure detonated at the base of Ben’s spine. His cock pulsed violently in Luke’s grip, thick ropes of cum erupting onto the couch cushions beneath him. Wave after wave tore through him, leaving him shuddering and slack-jawed, impaled and milked dry. Luke roared, his hips slamming home one final time. Ben felt the hot, sudden flood deep inside him as Luke came—a pulsing, possessive release that filled him to overflowing. Luke collapsed forward, his chest plastered to Ben’s sweat-slicked back, his breath hot and uneven against Ben’s shoulder. They stayed locked together, Luke still buried deep, Ben’s spent cock twitching weakly against Luke’s relentless fist. The air hung thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spilled release. Ben’s body trembled, utterly wrecked, every nerve still singing. Luke’s chuckle was a low rumble against his skin. "Good boy," he murmured, teeth grazing Ben’s shoulder blade. "Knew you had it in you." Ben could only moan, boneless and buzzing, the drugs and the brutal claiming leaving him hollowed out and humming. Slowly, Luke pulled out. Ben gasped at the sudden emptiness, the cool air stinging his stretched, used hole. Cum dripped down his inner thighs. Luke stood, stretching his powerful frame, muscles flexing. He grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping his cock with rough efficiency before tossing it toward Ben’s face. "Clean yourself up," he ordered, voice already regaining its sharp edge. Ben caught the towel weakly, the rough fabric scraping his oversensitive skin as he wiped the mess from his stomach and thighs. His hole clenched involuntarily, sore and open. Luke watched him, eyes dark, appreciative. "That ass," he said, almost to himself. "Built for taking cock." He reached down, tracing the swollen rim with a possessive fingertip, making Ben flinch and shudder. "Still hungry?" Luke moved to the coffee table, pulling out the baggie. His movements were precise, practiced. He tapped out four thick lines onto the glass surface. The powder gleamed under the dim light. "Smoke or snort?" Luke asked, glancing up at Ben, who was still slumped on the couch, legs trembling. Ben hesitated, voice hoarse. "Never... smoked it before." Luke smirked. "Snort first." He handed Ben a short straw. Ben leaned forward, nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply. The bitter sting flooded his sinuses, sharpening the buzzing high instantly. Luke followed, snorting his line with a powerful sniff. Then Luke produced a small glass pipe and torch. He heated the tube until it glowed, expertly vaporizing the remaining powder into thick white smoke. "Seal tight," he commanded. Ben pressed his lips against Luke’s, feeling the hot rush of smoke flood his mouth and lungs. He coughed violently, eyes watering. Luke laughed. "Your turn." Ben fumbled with the pipe, mimicking Luke’s motions. He inhaled deeply, leaned in, and pushed the smoke into Luke’s mouth. Luke grabbed Ben’s head, holding him close, inhaling deeply before exhaling a thin stream through his nose. "Good," Luke murmured, pulling Ben into a rough, claiming kiss. Their tongues tangled, tasting chemicals and sweat. Luke pulled Ben onto his lap on the couch. Ben straddled him, feeling Luke’s hard cock pressing insistently against his ass crack. Luke spread his legs wide, trapping Ben between his thighs. Their kissing grew frantic, hungry & wet, sloppy sounds filling the room. Hands roamed, grabbing, squeezing. Luke’s erection slid slickly against Ben’s cleft, bumping his hole. Ben ground down instinctively, seeking friction. After minutes of fevered exploration, Luke gripped Ben’s hips firmly. He lifted him effortlessly, poised to impale him. But Ben shifted suddenly, taking control. He crouched over Luke’s lap, hooking his right hand behind Luke’s neck for leverage. Slowly, agonizingly, he lowered himself onto Luke’s thick cock. The stretch burned anew. Ben gasped, sinking inch by inch until Luke was fully seated inside him. Luke groaned, hands immediately finding Ben’s nipples, pinching, twisting the sensitive nubs until Ben cried out. One hand slid down Ben’s stomach, wrapping around his swollen cock. Luke stroked him slowly, thumb swirling over the leaking slit in rhythm with Ben’s tentative rocking. Ben rode Luke in the cowboy position, thighs straining. He rose and fell, controlling the depth, setting a steady, grinding pace. Luke’s cock dragged relentlessly against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Luke’s hands stayed busy, one twisting a nipple, the other pumping Ben’s shaft. Ben threw his head back, moaning freely now, lost in sensation. Then Luke shifted. He slid his hands under Ben’s thighs, lifting him clear off the couch. Ben cried out as gravity took over. Luke bounced him effortlessly, driving his cock impossibly deep with each downward plunge. Ben’s prostate was hammered relentlessly. He had no leverage, no control, just pure, overwhelming sensation. "That’s it," Ben gasped, eyes rolling back. "Don’t stop!" Luke drove into Ben harder, faster. Seven minutes felt like forever. He pulled Ben into a searing kiss, then lowered him onto his back on the couch. Pushing Ben’s knees to his chest, Luke stood on the cushions above him. He fucked him top-down, deep, powerful strokes that knocked the air from Ben’s lungs. The meth buzz intensified every nerve ending. Pleasure crested suddenly. Ben yelled, arching violently as thick ropes of cum shot onto his own face and chest. Luke chuckled darkly, wiping a finger through the mess. He shoved it into Ben’s mouth. "Taste it," he growled. Ben sucked obediently. Luke’s thrusts became frantic, brutal. He grunted, his rhythm faltering. "Fuck—taking it!" Luke roared, slamming deep. His cock pulsed violently inside Ben as he came, flooding him anew. He collapsed beside Ben, breathing hard. They lay tangled in silence, sticky and spent. Ben’s chest heaved. Luke traced idle patterns on Ben’s hip. The coke and meth buzz softened into a heavy, satisfied hum. Later, as moonlight filtered through the blinds, Luke rolled Ben onto his stomach. He entered him again without preamble, fucking him slow and deep until Ben shuddered through another dry, aching climax. Hours after that, Luke woke him with a hand on his shoulder. "Last time," he murmured, pushing Ben onto his knees by the couch. Ben braced himself, moaning softly as Luke filled him from behind, deep, grinding thrusts that left him trembling and hollowed out by dawn. The silence stretched. Luke’s fingertips brushed Ben’s cum-streaked stomach, smearing the cooling mess. Ben flinched at the touch, oversensitive and raw. "Still buzzing?" Luke’s voice was rough, almost conversational. Ben nodded, swallowing against a dry throat. The meth still thrummed beneath his skin, sharpening the ache in his ass and the sting of his nipples. Luke sat up, wiping his hand on the towel beneath them. He surveyed the wreckage, crumpled towels, the pipe on the floor. He knew Ben would be a good fuck but he never expected the whole night. Ben left right before the dawn to go home and catch up on some much needed sleep. Luke answer “of course”

Thanks for the great description. I hope to get to Steamworks the next time I am in Edinburgh. Sex aside, it is a beautiful city.

You should definitely go to the skaterboys breakfeast at „Deutsche Eiche“. Afterwards you are invited to the bathhouse without additional fee! Enjoy!

Chapter 6 ——- Jacob ———— As lay in bed waiting for the alarm to go off I thought back on my first two weeks working at the pizza sho. The time had flown by. I was really loving it here. The other guys were great and a lot of fun to work with. I had hung out with Trev a few more times outside of work since that first night. He even invited me to a small party he threw last weekend. Nothing huge or outrageous, just a group of about 25 guys hanging out, talking, drinking, listening to music, and munching on snacks. He even had that one game with the small bean bags and boards with a hole in it, whatever that was called, in his backyard. Buck and Ant had been really cool by letting Kenny and Lance off at 8pm that night, covering the close so they could make the party. Then they showed up at the party for a few minutes after the shop was closed to say hi before going home. I had grown close with all the guys, but particularly Trev. He seemed to treat me like his little brother, even though I was taller than him, and always made sure I got to and from work safe. Never let me have two many nights home alone. Helped me with my plans to move out. He was just so nice and protective. I really am started to feel like I am part of the family at the shop. Even Buck and Ant were super cool. They rarely played the boss card, always jumped in and helped anytime we got busy, and seemed to genuinely care about us. I also still had a killer crush on Buck. I mean all the guys were hot. Hell I’d seen Ant’s dick and I’d not turn it down if it was offered. But my heart and dick still was stuck on Buck. However much I was crushing on my boss I knew it had to be pushed down. I now knew Buck was gay, but he hadn’t seemed interested in me beyond an employee and I wasn’t going to risk my job by hitting on him. Especially now that I was starting to get somewhere in saving too move out. I had worked a full 40 hours my first week and the another 43 hours this last week. The shop did paychecks weekly for hours and credit card tips and I got my first check last Wednesday. I was stunned. Between that check, which I deposited immediately to my credit union account, and the cash tips I had saved $1257. Plus my next check should be close to $500, same as my last one was. That would be direct deposited this next Wednesday to add to my piggy bank. I had only spent money on my work shoes, a few pairs of work pants, some hygiene products, few necessary odds and ends, and of course my “rent”. I thought I’d have to pay for my other work shirts but when Ant gave me my addition 3 shirts when fedex delivered them he said it was on the shop and they were mine to keep. I had been really lucky with good tips and I had only been spending money when really necessary. I need to save as much as I could as quick as possible to escape Ralph and the house. I’d miss my mom but I could still visit or go to lunch with her. I just couldn’t live under his rules much longer. I had paid him on the first of the month like I was told to, and he immediately started question me about my pay and tips. How did I come up with so much so quick since I’d only work 4 shifts before I paid him. I told him I’d had old birthday money saved up that I used with my tips. He maybe a boarder line idiot and alcoholic, but he knew how to sniff out money and any lies around it. Luckily that day he accepted my explanation but he had deep suspicion in his eyes. I had taken to go to the atm after work to deposit my tips every night when possible. If I couldn’t for some reason I keep the tips hidden on me all night. I never had more than $20 to $30 out where he could see it at a time. I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak in my room when I was gone either so I never left money at the house. I really didn’t like having to hide my money, it made me feel so uncomfortable and like I’d lost my “home”. But even if I managed to save all my tips this week and add my pay check Wednesday, I probably have less than $2000. Trev had helped me look for places around the neighborhood and around the shop. All of them were expensive and required deposits along with first and last month’s rent. Plus while I’d started building my credit it wasn’t that high yet, so that generally meant I’d need a co-signer or an even bigger deposit according to the apartment websites. Then there was the deposit to get the utilities in my name, I’d have to get a new phone (I wasn’t going to be dependent on Ralph for anything), and I need a bed, sofa, tv, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and things I probably wasn’t even thinking about. Just thinking about it had me overwhelmed. I got up since I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my phone and I still had 20 mins till my alarm was set to go off. I shut it off and went to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and got all my stuff together. I walked out into the living room and to my surprise Ralph was sitting in his recliner drinking a cup of coffee. “Trying to sneak out before I am up again are you? I wanted to talk to you for days!” He sneered at me. That was news to me. All week he had either been out late at the bar or in already in bed when I got home. Then when I got up at my normal time in the mornings for work he was still asleep. “I didn’t know you wanted to talk to me Ralph. But can I wait, I am opening this morning. I don’t want to be late.” I said in a snarky tone, more than I normally would have. My sour mood from the thought of all the cost of moving out was still effecting me. Plus as I laid there bed I become and more resentful of this man. He contributed little and demanded so much. “Don’t you sas me boy. Just because you making a little money, and I mean little based on your tips you been bring home, you aren’t grown! You will listen to me!” He said raising his voice. That was all I could take. My temper broke and I couldn’t help it. “You know what Ralph, why don’t you just go fuck yourself.” I said while I looked at him like the useless parasite I had come to know him to be. I saw the shock in his face before I turned and walked out the door. I had never talked to him like that. I had got on my bike and was already riding away when he yelled something at me from the door that I couldn’t hear. I rode as fast as I could toward the shop. My anger driving me for a few blocks. Then what I had done hit me. I had made a mess! I had been disrespectful and cursed. That was not acceptable in my house. Even if I was right, my mom would not be happy with me. She was loving but firm when it came to showing respect to your elders. Ralph would be mad and punish me anyway he could. I don’t think he’d be able to get mom to kick me out over it but I know he’d try and probably threaten if I did it again I’d be gone. I wanted to go but I couldn’t go on my own now, I wasn’t ready. By the time I reached the store I had started crying and when I went to get off the bike I nearly fell. Luckily a pair of strong arms steady me. When I turn to look who had caught me I say Trev looking at me with concern. I fell into his arms and broke down crying. He pulled me into a hug, stroking my head, and whispering reassurances to me. His strong body held me up no problem. I dug my head into his neck and hadn’t even realized anyone else was there till I hear Buck’s deep voice. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? What happened to upset him?” He asked Trev in a very brisk protective tone. “I’n not sure. I was in my car when he came up on his bike. He was riding kinda of shaky so I got out to check on him. That’s when I saw he was crying and he almost fell off his bike so I caught him. I didn’t ask anything, I just hugged him.” Trev responded not moving me and continuing to keep me in a bear hug. “Jacob, can you tell me if you are hurt? Do we need to take you to the doctor?” He asked as I felt his big hand rest against my lower back. I shook my head not moving it from Trev’s neck. I knew I was acting like a baby, and even worst I was doing it in front of my boss. But I couldn’t help it I need to feel safe and I did between these two and my head buried “in the sand” of Trev’s neck. “I think he may have had an argument with his step dad. I know it’s been tense between them for a while.” Trev said without going into the details. “Ok, well we need to get him inside and sat down. Jacob, can you let go of Trevor and walk into the store?” Buck asked me softly. Before I could answer that or release his neck Trev picked me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “I will get him inside boss. Just get the door.” Trev told Buck as he carried me toward the backdoor. Or I assumed that’s where we went. I was still crying into his neck. I am not sure how long I sat in the break room crying into Trev’s neck. He took us in there and sat down with me on his lap. He held me and continued to try to gently sooth me. Buck had followed us in then left and closed the break room door I guess to give me privacy. When I had finished my breakdown, I felt so ashamed of myself. I pulled my head up and peaked at Trev. He looked at me without judgement. Something like I imagined a brother would look like when comforting his upset sibling. “Are you feeling better Jac” he asked using a nickname he’d started calling me a few days ago. “Yea, but now I feel like a baby. I made such a scene.” I replied sadly. “Hey none of that! You have a right to feel your feelings. There is nothing wrong with needing a cry and hug. That why I have big shoulders, they are here to cry on.” He said as he wiped a tear from my cheek . ”I know you understand Trev, but I just blubbered like a fool in front of Buck!” “He would tell you the same thing and if I wasn’t here he’d of been the first to volunteer his shoulder.” He said with a sincere smile. ”But I do need you to confirm that no one hurt you. No one put their hands on my little bro right?” He said in a tone that made me sure if someone had they’d be getting a serious visit from a very big angry bear. “No, no one hurt me. I just got in an argument with Ralph. Said stuff I shouldn’t have. Then ran out of the house. It hit me how stupid I’d been as I was riding here and then I started to freak out about getting in trouble. Then I guess all the stress and worry just all collided and I kind of lost it. I am lucky you were here or I’d might have been flat on the sidewalk crying with a broken ankle or something.” “Na, we wouldn’t have let that happen Jac, we will always have your back.” Trev told me, which he made sound like an unbreakable promise. We were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I had got off Trev’s lap while we were talking and sat in the chair across from him. Trev got up and walked to the door opening it to allow Buck to join us. “Jacob, are you feeling better?” He asked as he walked over to me and placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. “Yea, just embraced that I caused such a fuss.” I said looking up at him. “First, I am glad you are feeling better. Second, don’t feel embarrassed, we all have emotions and we all have times when we need to let them out. Would it be okay if Trevor left us so you could tell me what’s going on? Not as your boss, but as a friend that cares about you?” He asked gently and in a way that reassured me I wasn’t in trouble. I nodded and then thanked Trev again before he left us alone in the room. Buck took the seat across from me and put a bottle of cold water on the table next to me. I took a drink and explained everything to Buck. The ultimatum, my relationship or lack of with Ralph, the having to hide money, trying to keep up all the house chores, the stress over the cost of moving out, and finally the argument this morning. He listened intently. Not interrupting. Not trying to minimize my feelings. Not judging me. Just being there for me. When I was done I realized he had been holding my hands the whole time. He gave me a reassuring smile after I had finished. ”Ok, we know the problem we can start working on the solution. I don’t want to overstep, but I can’t sit here and watch someone I care about hurting like this. So, here what I propose: we will take the day off, you will still get paid, and we will figure this out. I won’t let you go home to a place you feel unsafe in.” He told me in his deep caring voice. “Oh I can’t do that. I don’t want take your money and not work. Plus it’s not fair that I put all this on you. I don’t know how long it’s been but I am sure I am already way behind in getting the front ready. And I put Trev behind too. I really need to go out and work.” I said as I stood up to go up front. Buck stood up and blocked my path and gently put his hand and my arms looking me in my eyes. “I love that you care about the shop as that to put opening ahead of taking care of yourself. But I have taken care of all that. I asked Ant to come in once we got you in here. We have done all the opening task. Trevor is working the back and Ant is up front. Lance is coming in early to help cover the lunch rush.” I tried to argue but he put his finger up to my mouth. “No, you are going to listen and not argue now. The shop is taken care of. The boys don’t mind stepping up to help. We will always be here for each other. Now I am taking you to a friend I know in the rental world and we are going to figure this all out.” He told me in a very authoritative but caring tone. We exited the break room and before we left I hugged both Trev and Ant and thanked them for covering. Both just hugged me and told me not to worry about it. Buck took me get something to eat. I hadn’t ate yet and he decided that was the first thing to fix. Next we drove to an office park and meet with his friend, a very nice lady in her late 30s named Bernice. I explained what I had saved and that basically all I’d have to bring is my clothes and personal stuff. She took notes as we talked, probing about what area I was interested in, what type of place I’d like to live in, and other stuff like that. Buck sat next to me the whole time holding my hand. He didn’t try to jump in or answer questions for me, he just was there for me. I didn’t think she’d have anything I could afford or qualify for but I was suprised when she said she had an idea that might just be perfect for me. We followed her out to the parking lot where she gave Buck an address to follow her to. We parked in front of big old house on a quiet street. I think it was only a few blocks from the shop. The house was in good shape, not freshly remodeled but not neglected either. She took me around the side to stairs that led down to a basement door. It had the letter C on the door. Bernice explained the house had been turned into apartments a few years ago and that her company was the management company for the house. This unit had just become available a few weeks ago. It was a small one bedroom. From the front door you walked into the modest living room. Off to one side was a kitchen. Then down a hall was a decent sized bathroom. The hall ended at a fire that led to a medium sized bedroom. She told me the apartment came furnished. That the rent included the water, trash, and yard maintenance. I’d have to get the power switched over to my name within a week. She did say normally a deposit, first and last months rent, a background check, plus a credit check was required. However, the owners made special exceptions for LGBT youth, as they were part of the community. They also knew Buck and since he was willing to co-sign the lease the owners would probably being will to forgo everything but the first months rent, which was $750 a month. Bernice then told me all we’d have to do now if I wanted the place was go back to the office, fill out the application, review the lease, pass a background check (she told me it wouldn’t take 20 minutes ti come back), and then give her my card to run for the rent. I couldn’t believe that it was an actual possibility that I could afford this. On the way back to Bernice’s office I tried to talk Buck out of co-signing saying I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. We got the paperwork done and signed. Bernice got my background check back all clear. She took my bank card and ran it. Once the machine read approved I was a proud renter. I called the power company using the number Bernice provided and was able to get the power put in my name starting tomorrow. It was a $150 deposit as well. They took my card over the phone and just like that I had a power bill. Buck surprised me by stopping at a cell phone store. We walked out 30 minutes later with a new number. My phone was paid off so they were able to just transfer the new number to it. I had to pay a connection fee and start up fee that came to under $100. Buck wanted to buy me a new phone but I wouldn’t let him. Even with the rent, power deposit, and phone costs I still had $250 in my account plus my up coming check. I was astonished this was all possible. As we waited for the phone guy to get everything moved over Buck asked if I knew when my step dad would be gone. I told him he was at work now. At which pint Buck got my address from me. After we left the phone store we went to my house where we were met by Kenny who had moving boxes and tape. They helped me pack everything up and load it into Buck’s truck. When we were done I tried to offer to pay Kenny for helping but he refused and told me scorpion boys stick together and gave me a hug goodbye. We got back to my new apartment and got everything unloaded in to my place. It was almost 4 pm by then. Buck told he was going to check on the shop and told me that I should call my mom while he was gone. He didn’t want her to come home to see me gone without explanation. I managed to catch my mom between her jobs. I explains the argument with Ralph, how I’d been feeling, and that I felt needed to be on my own. She apologized that things had got so bad at home. She just was so busy she hadn’t noticed, but she didn’t use that as an excuse. She promised she still loved me and that I was always welcome. She also said she would make sure to make time to visit with me and do it without Ralph until I felt comfortable seeing him again. Buck came back a little after I finished the call. My bike was in the back of his truck and he had a large pizza with him. He locked my bike up outside my apartment by my door, but not in the way of anything. Then came in and we ate dinner. He took his leave around 6:30 saying I needed to rest and to get comfortable in my space. He told me to text if I needed anything. I walked him out and watched as he backed out of the drive only to got 4 doors down across the street to park in the driveway of a cute cottage house. He got out of his truck and walked to his font door waving me goodnight as he went. I had gone from worried and uncomfortable this morning when I woke up to feeling secure and at ease laying in my bed in my new apartment. All because Buck. While Trev had been my rock this morning when I needed him, and I know he always would be, Buck had been my hero today . ——- Buck ——- I got home from Jacob’s house and closed the door. It had been a hell of a day. I went from concerned to pissed at his deadbeat step dad, to problem solving mode. It was so rewarding to help Jacob get out of that situation. He fought me on a few things I wish he hadn’t but that just showed me he was not looking for a hand out but was willing to take a hand up. I had gotten a hard on watching him content and eating and laughing and joking as we shared the pizza tonight. He was so sexy and he didn’t even know it. I texted Trevor to come over to my place if he was free so I could give him the update. I know this morning he was pissed and wanted to beat Jacob’s step dad to a pulp but Ant had talked him down. He came over and brought beer. I gave him the update on the situation as we drank and told him Jacob’s new address. He gave me shit about moving him closer to me than him so I could play papa scorpion. We laughed at that. We both had been pumped and at on point murderous today. To help alleviate that stress I proposed to Trevor that he let me pound out his tight raw hole and give him a recharge. He readily agreed. I took him to my room and stripped him naked. I put him face down in the bed. I used the straps I had attached to all four corner to tie my kinky boy down. I kissed him deep before I secured the gag into his mouth. I got behind him and started to rub him up and down. Using my nails to lightly scratch his back. I got to his ass and slapped one cheek hard. Then I did the same to the other. I alternated between slapping his cheeks and pulling them apart to eat his tight hole. He was moaning and whining in pleasure as I ate his hole. He tried to push back against my face as I tongued him. His hole was craving my big fat raw poz dick. I got up and removed my pants leaving my shirt and socks on. I got lube from the nightstand and squirted it in his winking hole. I worked two fingers into him. He jumped at first then moaned and pushed back. I worked his hole till I could get 4 fingers in. I was using my other hand to jerk his very fat dick that was positioned downward between his legs. I climbed on the bed on top of him and whispered in his ear as I lined up my dick. I told him to get ready daddy was going to force his poz dick covered in toxic precum into his boy hole. I shoved in him balls deep as I finished my warning. He moaned and try to cry out. I slowly stroked my dick in and out of his poz hole. Working my dirty precum into his bussy. Talking dirty to him as I worked him over. I fucked slowly for a while then picked up speed. Drilling harder and faster with each thrust. Trevor shot a huge load hands free all over the bed making his hole squeeze my dick so tight I dumped my charged cum balls deep into his hole. I flooded him balls deep recharging him with the toxic cum that knocked him up. He moaned and tried to beg for it as it filled him up. I untied and ungaged him. We took a shower to clean off as I provided aftercare to my boy. I kissed him goodnight as he left to go home. I laid in bed naked thinking of the cute boy down the street. He seemed plain and timid to most observers I am sure, but I saw the real him. Strong, daring, brave, and above all sexy. I decide that once he got settled and was ready I’d pursue making him my scorpion boy! ——————- Yea so I got typing and the muse took the move out part way longer than I anticipated. Haha. But I hope it is still a good chapter even if a little lighter on the poz sex stuff this time. Thanks you all again for your positive feedback back and encouragement!

Nothing like anon randoms

wow, nice storyline

Loving it... and whilst not the story line, it would be amazing for Grampa / grandson to enjoy themselves too

Epic classic forming before my eyes

Lovely continuation - I hope this isn't a 1 load and you are out story!

Damn this a fucking hot story, keep going please?

Keep your teeth for as long as you can. You will regret having them removed when you find simple things that you take for granted, like biting into a thick hamburger, can be a challenge. Or biting into an apple, good luck with that one.

Love it

Hosting a pump & dump group this Saturday at the OYO hotel in Greensboro. Got a group setup on sniffies if you wanna join just message me [think before following links] https://sniffies.com/group/68f06fa167e9e793d7f65e9f

I do too where is it

Public bathroom stalls are more fun. Guys with big bulge will appreciate a warm mouth.

This story really increases my desire to take my first poz load. Well written.

Wow, thanks for the pozitive feedback! Here is part 2. --- Buttboy4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 2: Finding Grampa in Palm Springs In all my planning about escaping from my Dad, I had made a really dumb mistake. Fuck, I’m an idiot. I was at the airport waiting for my flight to Palm Springs when I realized that I had no fucking address for my Grampa. Nothing. All I had was an idea that he lived in Palm Springs. My anxiety exploded and I realized that I would be homeless in like a week if I couldn’t find him. I didn’t have enough money to last that long. In my desperation, I reached out to the senior poz daddies I had been chatting with. I wrote: “Guys, I know this sounds stupid. My dad found out I am gay and I am headed to California to meet my Grampa, who is also gay. But my family never shared his address with me. He lives in Palm Springs. I don’t know, this is so dumb…but maybe you know him? His name is Zeus O’Donnell. He’s about 6 feet tall, redhead, had a mustache, really handsome man. He was a professional landscaper and arborist and well known around our area before he left. I have to find him. I only have enough money left to live on my own for another week. But I can’t go back home.” I sent the message then had to board my flight. But just as I was in line there was a message from them. It said: “Oh, we know him well. He lives here in Palm Springs. Everyone loves him. Send us your name and date of birth and we will confirm with him. Tell us your parents’ names and your mother’s maiden name. We have to be sure you are really his grandson. Also, tell us your flight number, airline and arrival time.” I fired off the details and boarded my flight. Then, nothing for the next five hours. I couldn’t connect to the site again. I hadn't ravelled much and I didn’t realize you could only get free text messaging and limited internet on board and the bareback site was blocked that I used to communicate with them. I couldn’t sleep a minute. I was so wired up and nervous. After I landed, I was able to connect to WiFi in the terminal and got back on the site. There was a message. “We sent a car for you. Your Grampa confirmed your name and date of birth. You’ll see there is a man waiting for you in the baggage claim area. He will bring you to your Grampa’s address.” I took me 20 minutes to find my way through the busy terminal to get to the baggage area. I was carrying my heavy army green backpack and was covered in sweat. Funny how everyone else in this airport was wearing shorts and tank tops. I was over dressed in jeans and a hoodie. I felt such emotion when I saw my name “MIKEY O’DONNELL” on the card held up by the driver, a tanned bearded man with a leather shirt, leather cap and super tight leather shorts. He looked so intimidating I saw others around me smirk and whisper to each other as they saw us together. “It’s me!” I said to the man with my name on his board. “I am Mikey O’Donnell. My Grampa sent you to take me to him.” The leather clad chauffeur smiled and said. “Yes, you look like him, a bit. You’re a lot shorter. But still cute like him.” He was happy with my answers and simply said. “Come.” When we exited the airport, my eyes couldn’t believe the intensity of the sun and felt the hot air suck all the sweat from my body. We walked for a fair bit and then he opened the door to a swanky air conditioned BMW SUV. “There are some drinks and snacks back there” he said, and then he was quiet the whole time apart from some mumbling as he spoke through his air pods. But the ride was only 15 minutes. Don’t know why, I had half expected to be driven to some warehouse or shady side street. Instead, we pulled up into a pristine neighborhood with cactus gardens and carefully organized stones and rocks. “You can get out now,” the gruff chauffeur said. I saw a smirk on his face in the mirror. “I’ll get your bag. Your grandfathers are waiting for you.” “Grandfathers? What?” Anxiety and adrenaline were pumping through me. The chauffeur opened the door for me, took off his sunglasses, and stared me down. I knew instinctively not to question him. I slid out of the car and waited for instructions. “Go, they are waiting," he barked at me. The chauffeur had retrieved my bag and I followed him along the stone path to the bright pink front door where we were greeted by a tall black man in a bathrobe. “Mikey, I’m Donovan. Welcome to gay paradise! Welcome to Palm Springs!” He gave me a big bear hug although I could only halfheartedly hug him back. He took my hand and then led me inside. Behind me, I heard the thud of my backpack as the chauffeur dropped it off and then the closing of the front door. “How was your trip, Mikey?” Donovan asked me. I had to look up to respond. He was bald with bright eyes above smooth high cheeks. I recognized the big smile on his face and the thick mustache that I had seen in their videos to me. I wondered why he was in a bathrobe and acting so casual. I hesitated to move forward. “Well, this is really incredible, isn’t it?” He smiled shaking his head with his hands on his hips. “All the way from Long Island in search of your beloved Grandfather. And to think that you had already connected with him, and me. To think that we all had connected. It’s really a divine intervention.” He raised his hands to the sky in mock prayer and then slapped his hands together with joy. “Sorry, what? Is he here? Did you bring him here to meet me?” I looked around at the spacious living room that looked like it was a photo from some luxury real estate magazine. “Oh my son, Buttboy4older,” Donovan winked at me and started laughing, a big raucous and uncontrollable laugh. And then, my Grampa appeared. I recognized him immediately. He was so much thinner than I remembered but still had his trademark mustache. He was also in a loose cloth bathrobe and using a cane. He shook his head. “Mikey, my boy. I’ve missed you so much.” I could hear his voice crack a little as he saw me. “Good god, you are a beautiful young man.” I walked to him and hugged him and squeezed him and held back tears. “Oh Grampa, I can’t believe this worked. I have wanted to see you for so long.” He patted my head for a few moments. “This is unreal. Isn’t it?”, he said as he looked in my eyes. Holding his hand I replied, “I don’t understand. I reached out to your friend Donovan and he made this happen?” “Well,,” Grampa said, “you reached out to both of us. But Donovan is always more quick to respond than I am on these sites.” I tried to put the puzzle together but was afraid of the answer. “The messages on the dating site were…”I Donovan again burst into laughter. “Ha, oh my son, that is a good one! A dating site! Yes, the “dating site” where lovelorn romantics go to find their soulmates. Ha!” I could now hear the wonderful lyrical Jamaican voice that I had heard in the videos they had shared. I looked at Grampa and then at Donovan. Grampa was smiling but shaking his head as he looked at the terrazzo floor. Donovan said, “Mikey, let’s clear this up right now. We only accept honesty in this house. You and we have been chatting for a while on the bareback site. We are “Poz Daddies Palm Springs” and you are “ButtBoy4Older” and this is your own flesh and blood, your Grampa, Zeus…or Father Zeke as we all call him around here. He and I are the Poz Daddies. We had no idea who you really were, but when you texted your parents’ names and your birthdate, he knew, we knew, you are our grandson.” My face went red and my anxiety exploded. “So, all the filthy things I said, all the dirty photos I sent..it was to you, Grampa, and Donovan?” They both nodded eagerly. “ I feel so, I don’t know…ashamed and confused. All those slutty photos and thoughts. But you guys encouraged it and I felt you had, have, so much to teach me.” Grampa was stroking my head and simply nodded. “Listen, Mikey. This is a shame free household.” And to prove it, Donovan dropped his robe on the floor and revealed his mature naked body to me. He raised his arms to the side. “This is who we are. We are the same men you chatted with on the bareback site. And we want you to be the same Buttboy4older that you were. Don’t hide your true nature. Now, your Grampa has some reservations, but we need to address all of this upfront before we continue.” Donovan walked over to my Grampa and removed his robe. My Grampa was so thin but his muscles popped as did his veins on his girthy penis. Now they were both naked before me. Lust swelled up inside me but was tempered by the shame and confusion I felt. Donovan came and stood between us. He took his free hand and directed it to his body. He guided my limp hand and slid it over his wonderful once muscular chest so that I could feel the heat and texture of his muscle and fat, he rubbed my hand against the heavy nipple piercing and the thick nip knob, and then brought my hand slowly down across his abdomen to his curly pubes. Instinctively, my hand started to descend and caress and stroke his veiny, long, and sweaty cock. I looked down in wonder as my hand found the tip of his uncut penis and rubbed around the foreskin, something I had wanted to do so often when I looked at the photos they sent to me. Donovan let me play with his hefty Jamaican meat for a moment .“Now your, as I said, Grampa Zeke here has some reservations.” I saw my Grampa biting his lip. Donovan continued, “He and I were, and are, so aroused by you and all the things we talked about, but he says he cannot be incestuous with you, his own grandson. Mikey, do me a favor and put one of your fingers inside my foreskin while we talk and gently rub it inside and around my pisshole….oh that’s it my son.” He put one hand on my shoulder and massaged me as I lewdly fondled his hood meat and fingered his wide pisshole. My Grampa was stroking his own thickening veiny cock with one hand and with the other holding onto his cane as we watched me look up at the hung Jamaican giant in awe. “You can see for yourself, Mikey. Look how aroused your Grampa is. But he does not want to be incestuous. He lusts after your bubble butt with its peach fuzz and pink virgin boy cunt. He talks about how it would taste, how it would look as he stares up at it under our rim chair, how your unfucked asslips would look after hours of rimming in our sling, how puffy and horny they would be for our old poz cocks once your unpenetrated hole knows the pleasure of a long deep tonguing and butthole chewing.” I looked at Grampa, and feeling like I was telling a half truth, I said. “I understand, Grampa. I love you. We won’t have incest together.” My index finger was halfway inside Donovan’s long, hot foreskin and was slick with whatever juices and stuff were inside it. I licked my lips as I imagined tonguing inside his hood and really cleaning it out as I French kissed it. Donovan said, “But I am not your Grampa, Mikey. So, none of this between you and me would be incest. And I would love to explore all the sensual and kinky things we talked about in our bareback site messaging. Would you like that, son?” Donovan then did only what I had been imagining about. He pulled my finger out of his moist hooded meat and raised it to my nose, rubbing the funk on it, and then stuck it in my lips as though he were sticking a soother into a baby’s mouth. “Fuck yes, “ I heard my Grampa say. Donovan grunted. “See, you little pig. Grampa likes to watch his own Grandson taste my thick Jamaican sausage juice. Can you imagine how he will react when he watches me deflower your pink virgin shithole?” The utter filth of this conversation made me weak and I groaned as I suckled Donovan’s finger hungry for every taste of his foreskin from my finger. I had heard that older men can sometimes be more lewd and adventurous. I guessed Donovan was one of those men. And my Grampa too. Donovan let me lick it for a few more seconds. “Now, go hug your Grampa and tell him how my poz foreskin tasted.” Donovan pushed me into my Grampa who received me with open arms and hugged me again. I kissed his flat skinny belly and chest and veins. “How did you like it, Grandson?” He said with a loving tone as though he were asking about how some cotton candy tasted that he had bought for me at a carnival. I looked up at my Grampa as I hugged his tanned thin body. I melted as I looked at his bright green eyes, thin face and big bushy mustache. I felt so safe and so horny in his embrace. He nodded at me looking for an answer. “It’s ok, Mikey,” He said nodding to me. “This isn’t incest. It’s just you telling me, your Grampa, how my husband’s big uncut poz meat tasted. I want to hear it.” I reached up and touched his mustache and wanted to kiss him so badly. I imagined his hairy mouth on my butt cheeks and asshole. But that would be incestuous, I thought. That would be really bad and shameful. “Well, it tasted like honey, kind of, mixed with urine and sweat. I, uh, I really liked it. I can still smell and taste it.” I still felt some shame expressing this sleazy detail to him. “It’s good stuff, Son. I can’t get enough of it myself,” Grampa said as he patted me on the head and then bent down to kiss me. His cock was fully hard now and pressed against me. He was so excited by our reunion. I felt Donovan’s hand slip into my jeans and underwear from behind and he fingered my sweaty bum crack. Then he took his hand out and we could hear him sniffing and licking his finger. “Damn, Mikey boy needs a shower. Hey husband, let’s break for a bit and give your gorgeous grandson a chance to shower and freshen up. He’s going to be living with us for a while, right? We have time to catch up. Plus, I have some sleazy ideas to work around how ButtBoy4Older is going to fit in comfortably to our family arrangement so that you don’t feel “incestuous” together. Yes man, I have some fun ideas for us. Welcome home, Mikey!” Donovan again let out a big raucous laugh as we finished in a group hug and then he and my Grampa French kissed noisily just above me and their dicks pressed against me as I was squeezed like a panini between them. Man, I wonder what this “family arrangement” would look like. For now, I was happy.

Fuck this is really hot, like I’m licking mu precum now from my rock hard dick.

Awesome, slutty and hot

I'm finally ready to give up my neg status. Fill me with bugs on a back road east of McAlester