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[system.login]

[password: ***********>

[………]

[ > access granted]

[access logs > participant: ryan duke]

[……]

[> participant logs found (ID: 0709344)]

[participant.testimony > recall]

[PLAYING: participant testimony…]

I sat in the all-white room, alone, twitching nervously. I guessed it might be no more than ten by ten feet, a perfect cube. The simple aluminum chair was cold against my skin, and now that I’d been stripped down to just a white pair of briefs, my thighs and back were forced in uncomfortable contact with the metal. Or maybe from being stripped of body hair. Even though there were no cameras, some of my chills came from the strange sense of being watched anyway. In the stillness of everything, I was vaguely aware of the mechanical whoosh of the air conditioner circulating through the giant, seemingly endless building.

In front of me, the System’s screen continued to glow neon teal. As I’d now come to expect, a new question flashed on the screen in white text. Through its speaker, the computer’s familiar voice, feminine with an uncanny twinge of its robotic origins, provided another instruction:

“ryan, please answer the question: How did you find out about the Research Study, and why did you come here?”

An icon of a microphone came on screen, the sign that I should start talking, and the smart watch secured to my wrist and glowing the same teal as the screen, filled with a new figure: “100 points.” For that question? Easy points. I’d give the System as much as it wanted to hear:

[> time.reset: prior(two_weeks)]

[> participant.recall: BEFORE_THE_STUDY]

Adrian and I had been friends ever since we were little. He moved down the block when he was eight, and from that summer on, we became practically inseparable. We were into the same things all kids that age are: Hot Wheels, superhero cartoons, video games, and everything related. We’d just show up at each others’ houses unannounced, and it was totally normal. We just wanted to hang. Teachers used to say they thought we must have been brothers.

We stayed close through middle and high school, although as we went from being children to real people, we had the chance to develop our own personalities away from kid toys and games. I discovered that I loved art, and Adrian realized he was better than average at a bunch of sports, from soccer to gymnastics. So some things changed, and I’ll say only for the better. We were spending more time on our hobbies, making new friends and expanding our social circles.

People stopped thinking we were brothers: he focused on bulking up for sports, while I kept my slim figure and focused on upping my haircut and style to hang with the art kids. Adrian was sneaking around at night to hook up with girls, and I was sneaking out with friends to smoke cigarettes in the woods. Not that I don’t want to hook up with girls, but he just naturally seemed to attract them better than I was.

Admittedly, there were times that I was worried Adrian and I were drifting apart, and there were even times when I wondered if that was just the natural way things were going to go. And then, we’d find the time to hang out for the first time in a few weeks, and we’d be laughing like we always had before, like nothing had changed.

So it wasn’t out of the blue that he caught up with me on the way out of school one day and asked if I needed a ride home. Adrian had gotten a brand new sedan from his parents for his eighteenth birthday, but usually stayed late at school for a team practice or workout, so I typically grabbed a ride with one of my art friends.

“Don’t you have practice? What is it, swimming season?” I quizzed, as we walked to his car.

“Yeah, I mean, nah, I decided to take the afternoon off,” he replied, like he was dodging the question.

I ducked into the passenger seat of the car, shut the door, but noticed he wasn’t turning the car on.

“Something up?” I asked.

“Actually, yeah man, I had something I thought you’d be interested in.”

Adrian reached into the pocked his letterman’s jacket, and unfolded a printed poster. It was simple, not like a professional ad you’d see in a magazine or online, but I got the sense it was still serious and important. It seemed like some sort of job listing, but I couldn’t quite figure out what was going on.

“What’s this all about?”

“So you know how you told me last month you really wanted to save up money to buy a car?”

It was true. In fact, the idea of buying a car had pretty much consumed my thoughts for a while. The freedom to hang out with my friends whenever I wanted, maybe even slip away with some of the girls in my group who seemed to fancy me. Not to mention the ability to drive to the colleges I had applied to for next year. I knew the only path to a car was to start saving, but had been dragging my feet. The idea of getting a minimum wage job at the local movie theater or pizza delivery shop was worse than death, istanbul travesti and certainly no one was looking to cough up thousands of dollars for any of my drawings.

With that in mind, I looked at the flyer again, and a line at the bottom immediately caught my eye:

“EXCEPTIONAL PARTICIPANTS COMPENSATED WITH UP TO $10,000”

Ten grand? More than enough to buy a used car with a huge chunk left over for gas money. Or Playstation games. I snatched the page from Adrian and started pouring over it.

“What’s this gig? Where did you find this?” I blurted, before he grabbed the sheet back from my hands.

“Shh, not so loud,” he said, finally turning on the engine and blasting the A/C. “So,” he continued, cautious of the few other students still milling about our school’s lot, “Danny Packer on the swim team got connected to this online. It’s a research study that’s going on a few towns over, and they’re looking for participants.”

All of the excitement that had been coursing through my veins moments earlier suddenly drained. Research sounded dangerous.

“Oh, someone looking for lab rats? Pump us up with drugs?”

“No, it doesn’t look like that. They say it’s just a national survey of teenagers, trying to collect data on different parts of our lives. Nothing medical. And entirely voluntary. Here.”

Convinced that I wouldn’t be blabbing off anymore, he passed the flyer back, and glancing through, I confirmed what Adrian had been saying. The flyer specifically was looking for 18 year old guys to assess their health and readiness for college and adulthood. Specifically it noted that participants could leave the study at any point, and would be compensated for whatever parts of the study they completed. Plus the seal in the corner, a goat surrounded by some latin words I didn’t recognize, seemed pretty official. Suddenly things were sounding even better–if I figured out how much I needed for a car, I could even leave the study partway through. But one thing didn’t make sense.

“Okay, that makes sense. Sounds great. Actually sounds better than great. But why the secrecy?”

Adrian shrugged. “I don’t know why they’re so secretive, but Danny was given a unique ID code. Was told only him and one friend were allowed to come. If anyone else used the code, then they’d all be booted out of the study. That it risks breaching some sort of double-blind transparency.”

“But now Danny can’t do it?”

“Yeah, he just found out he has to fly to Denver for a surprise birthday for his Great Aunt. I was going to go with him, but now he passed his ID on to me.”

“And you’re offering to partner with me.” I smiled, and Adrian did too, a hint of our constant connection once again. “Dude, I appreciate it. You have no idea. Ten grand would be huge.”

“So,” he said, his smile turning to a grin, “You’re in?”

“I’m in? Free money for nothing? How fast can we make this happen?”

So we made our plans for the following Saturday. The flyer said the study would take place overnight, to be able to track sleep habits, at a large facility several miles out of town. We figured our parents would have too many questions about us participating in a research study, even one that seemed as benign as this. Instead, I used Photoshop to make a fake brochure for a college prep retreat, and we told both our parents we’d been given scholarships to attend for free. We didn’t hear any arguments about us finally taking our education seriously.

[> time.reset: current(day_of_study)]

Danny picked me up that Saturday and we drove out to the facility together. The address that we’d been given was pretty far out of town, so we made a bit of a roadtrip out of it. I’d cooked up a playlist on my iPod, and pumped it through the speakers of his car. It was a warm April day, and we rolled down the windows. It wasn’t long down the highway until we were laughing and joking.

As we ribbed and teased each other, the topics eventually turned to girls. Adrian gave me updates on his latest exploits, girls from our grade he’d gotten blowjobs from since we last talked.

“Yeah actually, uh,” he said, getting uncharacteristically a bit awkward. “I was at Kesley Dorner’s house a few weeks ago at a party, and after everyone else left, we uh, well I finally banged her.”

“Woah, nice,” I replied, trying not to sound too jealous. “Finally tore up your full V card, huh?”

“Haha, yeah. Ripped that sucker to shreds.” He laughed it off. “How about you man? Any updates?”

The second he asked the question, I could tell we both regretted it.

“Heh, well, you know how it is, not really,” I tried to play off cool. “My card is still perfectly intact”

“Come on man, really?”

“I mean, when you’re not superstar Adrian Dice, weight-lifter muscles and six-pack abs…”

“Oh, come on dude,” he cut me off, “You gotta stop being like that. I mean, you’re a good looking guy. You’ve got that whole skinny-but-deep-singer-in-an-emo-band vibe. Your hair even does istanbul travestileri that flippy thing! Girls should be throwing themselves at you!”

“You sound like my mom, man,” I ribbed. “At this point, I’d be satisfied if a girl tripped and fell onto me, let alone threw herself.”

“Okay Ryan, how about this,” Adrian said, his voice signaling his entry into plan-of-attack mode. “Do you know who you’re going to prom with yet?”

Adrian spent the next half-hour trying to put together a plan to ensure I’d finally get laid on prom night, rattling through lists of potential dates and how we’d engineer the evening to go. I appreciated the effort, but batted away his suggestions at every turn. All the girls Adrian could come up with were his friends, and neither knew me nor had any particular reason to go to prom with me, let alone sleep with me.

He was still rattling off thoughts when the GPS guided us to a parking lot in front of a giant building, mercifully cutting the conversation short. If we hadn’t been looking for it, we’d never have given the space a second glance. Just a large, generic warehouse, the type we saw dotted all across the landscape as we drove down the highway. Several stories tall and no windows or other noticeable features besides a set of glass doors smack dab in the center, where we assumed we should head.

We didn’t see any signs or banners labelling the building, other than a large brass seal of a goat next to the door, matching the one on the flyer. With only a little bit of caution, we pushed the doors open to the building.

[> participant.move : LOBBY]

We found ourselves in what seemed like a lobby, nearly as minimal inside as the building was outside. The whole room, floor, ceiling, and walls, was covered in clinical white paneling. In the center were a half dozen kiosks, lit up with teal screens, and a few guys our age standing over them. I looked briefly for anyone we knew: everyone had kind of a similar face, but that was just because we all looked like teen guys of the same age. But strangers, still.

Adrian and I approached a terminal, flashing [TAP TO BEGIN], so we did. White text came on the screen, and a female voice spoke to us.

“hello.” she stated, as captions and a number pad appeared on the screen “please enter the unique access code you’ve been given.”

Adrian pulled out the flier and entered the code.

“thank you,” the voice replied, and began walking us through several more basic setup directions. Adrian and I were each instructed to enter our names, date of birth, and snap a headshot through a camera embedded in the terminal.

After filling it out, we heard a clunk, and noticed a glow coming from a compartment under the terminal.

“these are your tracker watches,” the terminal explained. “please attach them now on your dominant wrist, as they will be an important part of the study.”

We grabbed the watches, each with a teal face currently bearing our names, and snapped them firmly into place.

[> study.watch_online]

[…….][

[> participant tracking paired]

“thank you. these watches will grant you access to the next room, where we will orient you to the study,” the voice explained. “please proceed to the door at the far end of this room. as you approach, your watches will turn purple. connect them with the purple panel, and it will unlock the door to the orientation room. thank you for your participation.”

The screen then flashed blank, and returned to its [TAP TO BEGIN] message.

Without much of a choice of what to do next, we started walking to the door at the end of the lobby.

“So…” Adrian pondered, “That certainly doesn’t answer a lot of questions. What do you think?”

Truth be told, my heart was beating pretty quickly. For the first time, I realized how little we knew about this study we were about to walk into. We hadn’t actually seen any adults to explain things to us, only these strange kiosks.

“Do you want to leave?” Adrian asked.

I considered it seriously. Maybe we should. But then the thought of the $10,000 compensation came back into my head. That money. My own car. The freedom to drive the places I wanted to drive.

“At this point?” I responded, “I think we gotta do it.” Plus, I reasoned, if the study turned out to be too invasive, we could always make an early exit. Adrian just nodded in response. As our watches glowed purple, we followed instructions, and pressed them to unlock the door, taking our first step into the mysterious study.

[> participant.move : ORIENTATION_HALL]

After another long, white hallway, another set of doors opened up into an even larger room, about the size of a cafeteria, with rows of white benches. We’d arrived pretty close to the study’s supposed start time, so this room was already full of guys about our age, of all kinds. Athletes like Adrian, tall guys, short guys, skinny guys, chubby guys, different races, different hairstyles… If the study’s planners travesti istanbul had distributed codes to get a wide mix of participants, it clearly had worked. The only constant was that it was just dudes. All dudes, trying to pretend like we felt confident, and not out of place and confused about what the day would bring.

Like us, it seemed like nobody knew more than one person here. A few loners seemed to have come by themselves. We tried to spot anyone we’d know, but quickly gave up. Adrian estimated there were 80 people here. I suspected 100, if for no other reason than it would make sense as a nice round study number. But who would have the funding for that? Giving $10K to a hundred guys would be a million dollars.

We didn’t have to wonder for long, as soon a wall of the room lit up from a projector. Again, a big teal rectangle with white text. It showed a countdown from 100, and asked everyone to take a seat. Adrian and I found one on a bench near the back, and the chatter of the room died down as everyone found a place to sit. There was a nervous tension, you could feel it, that no one had any more information than the two of us about what was going to go down.

As the timer hit zero, the lights in the room darkened, and the same voice we’d heard at the kiosk spoke again, this time through speakers in the room:

“hello, and welcome to the cornea capra institute’s adolescent baseline study. we appreciate you taking the time to advance the causes of science and technology by participating in this research.

we will now explain the research you will be participating in over the next 24 hours. the adolescent baseline study hope to generate and advance the understanding of young adults across the globe. in the cohort that has been assembled today, we will be assessing and measuring the profiles of the group across multiple dimensions, including mental profile, physical profile, and more.”

I squirmed uneasily in my seat at the mention of the “Physical Profile.” Sounded like it would be a replay of those traumatic days in gym class where we’d do pushups while the coach counted, and the weak kids got publicly shamed. Would I be in for more physical shame in front of this group of strangers?

The voice continued:

“when you arrived, you were all given smart watches that have been attached to your wrists. these must remain on for the entirety of your participation in the study, as they will be capturing and measuring many vital statistics, as well as your progress through the various activities. in addition, to avoid interference of interviewers, today’s study will be entirely automated. refer to your watch and the screens around the institute for instructions on how to proceed.”

So we were on our own. Adrian and I looked at each other and shrugged. It seemed weird to take all our instructions from computers, but everything seemed weird here. Almost like a video game.

“in addition, your watches will be tracking how many points you accumulate throughout the study. note that no activity participation in the study is mandatory. at any point, you may decide not to engage with an activity for any reason.”

“That’s a relief,” I whispered to Adrian. “Even if they wanted to poke and prod us, or pump us up with some weird medicine, we can say no.”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah,” he whispered back, “Plus it seems like they’re just taking measurements, nothing experimental.” We both breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this wouldn’t be so weird after all. We could take a few tests, waltz on through, and collect our compensation.

“while consent for any activity is optional,” the voice continued, “note that holes in the dataset delay our research objectives. therefore, this study implements a progress and rewards system for choices and achievement throughout the study.”

[> participant.level : LEVEL_1]

I felt the watch on my wrist buzz, and from the general chatter in the room, it seemed like everyone else did too.

“if you look at your watch,” the voice continued, “you’ll see that you’ve all just been placed at Level 1 of study progress. the bar underneath will track your progress towards Level 2, and so on. all activities have a point value assigned. only those who choose to participate will receive the points, and some activities may provide a bonus for exceptional achievement.”

The screen showed an illustration that was also being paralleled on my watch, explaining how it worked. I had been right–this sounded exactly like it was going to be a video game. Good thing I’d spent many hours of my high school years mastering video games.

“in addition to your right to leave the study at any time, participants who fail to reach certain levels may be routed out of the study at determined points to maintain the integrity of data collected. if you have been removed from the study, your watch face will turn red, and doors in the institute will direct you to a designated non-testing area for the remainder of the 24-hour period. your compensation at this time will be adjusted to reflect the extent of your participation. to avoid biasing the data, we cannot reveal the study compensation based on participation level, except that anyone is free to leave now for a Level 1 compensation of $50.”

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I fixed my eyes on my wedding ring, rubbing my thumb over my husband’s engraved initials. RB. Robert Benedict.

“You’ve been rubbing that thing since we got here,” Mike said. Conrad looked up at his friend, who was just sipping a cup of coffee and eyeing the waitress. Not just eyeing her. Eating her with his eyes. Mike had hungry eyes. You could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his depraved face. He snapped his eyes away from the waitress. “Did something happened to your hubby?”

Conrad smiled.

“No…Sorry. I lost it today,” Conrad said. “The ring, I mean. I take it off to shower, but I always remember to put it back on. I was leaving the house when I noticed and I just lost my mind over it. Bobby was laughing at me as he led me to the bathroom to show where I had left it. Right there on the bathroom cabinet. It was pretty funny.”

“What, did you feel guilty?”

“I guess.”

Mike brushed a hand through his blond hair, shaking his head. “Jesus. When I lost mine,” he said, showing it on his finger. “I just bought another one. Sylvia didn’t even notice.”

“No way. I wouldn’t lose mine.”

“You just did today,” Mike said, smiling cruelly. “I’m just messing with you. Bobby didn’t seem to mind at all.”

Conrad shrugged. Still, he took a comfort in rubbing the ring with his thumb over and over, promising himself to never lose it again.

“Oh shit,” Mike said. He rose up, brushing his hand over the coffee stains in his clothes, making them worse. It fell over his pants, shirt and suit. “No fucking way. Shit. Fuck, Connie, I need to do a presentation today. Why the hell are you smiling?”

Conrad was indeed smiling.

“Well, I remember you saying that my spares over at my office was a waste of time. Here we are.”

Mike’s eyes shone with delight.

“My man. I said that because you wouldn’t ever need them. You’re not stupid like me. Let’s go?”

Conrad nodded. The pretty waitress helped us out, getting a big tip from Mike, but no more hungry looks.

The little wardrobe in Conrad’s office contained a few spares, you never knew when you needed a quick shower. He had a private bathroom too. His office was big. Mike waited as he arranged another light blue suit, a white shirt and dark pants. When Conrad turned around, Mike was already shirtless, his back to Conrad.

While he watched, Mike pulled down his pants. He revealed his white briefs, circling nicely around his uptight butt. Conrad shouldn’t look. But the most embarrassing part was yet to come.

Conrad prepared himself mentally to look straight into Mike’s eyes and never look down as his friend turned around. But the preparation was in vain, because the moment it was on sight, Conrad’s eyes were brought down for a split second to the magnetic bulge. He looked up as fast as he could, but he knew that Mike had seen it.

He’ll never trust me again, Conrad thought.

Then, Mike laughed.

“Oh my god, Connie…you’re blushing so hard.”

“I’m not…what are you talking about?”

Mike laughed harder, which helped Conrad a bit. It helped because he was getting mad.

“What?” he asked.

“Hey, I’m fully aware that I was stripping in front of my friend who is GAY. Don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Ohhh so you weren’t looking at my bulge with eyes like these?” he said in a mocking tone and bulging eyes.

“Fuck you,” Conrad said, smiling.

“At least tell me if you liked what you saw?”

“I’ll beat you, Michael.”

Mike laughed. “I’d rather not. You look pretty tough.”

“I’m not the one obsessed with muscles. Well, not this a particular way.”

Mike snorted.

“I have muscles,” Mike said when he calmed down. “But you have size.”

“Well…” Now Conrad stared straight into that bulge with confidence. “I definitely do have size.”

Mike’s mouth dropped for a second.

“Cheap blow, my man,” he said. He inspected his own cock, grabbing it. “This is more than enough.”

Conrad was aroused. He hid it better that time.

“Well, go on ahead to your presentation.”

“I’ll keep you posted.” Mike dressed up.

Mike came back a little later, thanking Conrad again for the help and announcing that his presentation had been successful. He stood by the door.

“A bit wide for me, even with all the gym work,” Mike said about the clothes. “Specially here.” He grabbed his crotch. Conrad stirred again. There was something about a sexy blond like Mike grabbing his bulge…while wearing Conrad’s clothes.

Conrad felt a bit guilty, so he had to say something to his husband when he got home.

“Funny thing happened today,” he said. He told most of it, except the bits that made him feel embarrassed.

“Chicken is almost ready,” Bobby announced, smiling. He was shirtless, showing the lean chest, covered with dark hair. He stood by the oven, pale skin glowing with sweat. “Did he give the clothes back?”

“Not yet.”

“At least those spares had some use. I thought they would never see the light of day.”

“Funny, Mike said about the same thing.”

“Huh. istanbul travesti Maybe because we are right.”

Conrad smiled sweetly. He walked over and kissed his husband.

“Come on, I’m sweaty,” Bobby complained.

“So what? I like manly sweat.”

“No, stop it,” he said, voice mellow, but Conrad knew him enough to know that he really didn’t want anything.

Bobby just didn’t want to upset Conrad, which was fine, he guessed. At least he cared. Bobby didn’t like to feel dirty. Not even during sex.

“Dinner smells delicious,” he said. Complimenting the food made his hubby happy.

Then, he went to take a shower. He half expected Bobby to follow him, get inside and have some fun. God knew he was in the mood for it. But Bobby wasn’t a shower guy either.

Conrad took off his wedding ring, but after he was done with the shower, he didn’t forget to put it back on.

In the following morning, Mike gave the clothes back. He showed up in the office with a big smile.

“Here you go, big guy. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t like to feel so small, though. Look at this,” Mike said, showing his pants…how tight it was. He gave a little twirl to show his butt too. “See, everything is so big it’s trying to get out.”

“That’s why you like tighty whities.”

“Gotta compensate somehow.”

“I think you’re fine.”

“Really?” Mike sounded interested. Conrad was a bit more embarrassed. “You know, I like this. You sometimes feel so closed up, buddy. We should be able to joke around.”

Problem was, Mike’s jokes usually ended up with Conrad getting hard. During the following days, he began to make questions about Conrad’s relationship, digging for details of their sex life. He made Conrad blush every time. He wasn’t surprised when Conrad admitted that Bobby was always the one who got penetrated.

“Big guy like you…it’s pretty obvious,” Mike said, when they were drinking their coffee at the shop.

“It would surprise you how much that’s not the case with some big guys.”

“But with you, it is.”

“Yes.”

Mike smiled weirdly. They finished their coffee and returned to work. He got a message from Mike later saying that he was going to meet him before going home, and Conrad met him at the elevator.

“Hey, Conrad. I wanna talk to you about somethin’. Could I walk you to your car?”

“Sure, man.”

Mike didn’t want to look at him. Were his cheeks growing pink? Conrad thought so. He didn’t know if it was endearing or worrying.

As they left the building, away from the people, Mike turned to him.

“You know, I think you’re the only person who I should be comfortable talking about this.” He ran a hand over his blond hair. “We trust each other, right?”

“Of course.” Yeah, Conrad was definitely getting worried.

“So…I want your help. I want you to find me a gay guy. A friend of yours, whom you trust.”

“W-what?”

“Or maybe it doesn’t have to be a friend…”

“Wait, Mike…wha-what are you saying?”

“I want to…” Mike looked around, got closer and whispered. “I wanna sleep with a guy. Try it out, you know.”

“But…you’re straight.”

“So?”

How the hell was Conrad suppose to answer to that?

“Your wife?” he managed.

“Come on, you know I sleep around.”

And he did know.

“You want to fuck another guy?” Conrad asked blankly.

“I was more thinking about…getting fucked.”

Conrad felt his own cheeks burning up.

“Jesus, Mike.”

“What? All you have to do is point me in a direction. I don’t want to use those apps, I don’t want to have any kind of chance that someone I know might take a print and show to my wife. You must know other gay guys, right?”

“Of course…but…”

“Great. That’s all I want. Thank you, man.” Mike slapped him in the shoulder and walked away. “Say hi to Bobby for me.”

Shot the bullet, Conrad thought, and just left me for dead.

Conrad arrived home with a tormented mind. He wondered if Bobby could help him, but thought better of it. Bobby would just find it disgusting, which it was.

Damn Mike. Damn him.

He thought about some guys he knew. None of them seemed a good option. But Conrad didn’t really know which type Mike would have. Did he even have a type? Could he have one?

Also, thinking about Mike getting fucked obviously left Conrad in a bit of a situation. His cock could not get rid of an endless erection. Bobby wasn’t in the mood for sex that day. Conrad tried and tried, showing how hard he was by rubbing it from behind.

He went to sleep frustrated. Mike didn’t show up in his office the next day, but asked Conrad to meet him at the coffee shop.

Conrad still hadn’t thought of anyone. When he told Mike, it didn’t seem to bother him. He shrugged, his attention caught by the brunette waitress as if he hadn’t asked just the day before for a man to fuck him.

The girl took their orders, blushing at Mike. Only when she left, he turned to Conrad.

“It’s all right. I noticed that you weren’t actually istanbul travestileri comfortable with it…I shouldn’t have asked.”

“So you changed your mind?” Conrad said, a bit relieved.

“No, I already found someone.”

It took Conrad all the way back to their building to convince Mike to open up. Conrad was curious. Also, angry. Hadn’t he just said that Conrad was the only one he could trust?

Mike finally talked.

“It’s, uh, Jerry.”

“Jerry?!” Conrad said. They were in the office, but Mike spoke in a hushed tone.

“Yeah. I’d heard some stories about him. Seems like he has just as much to lose as me. He wouldn’t talk shit. So I approached. And…” Mike smiled. “He was pretty eager, you know.”

“Jerry is ugly as fuck!” Conrad said, completely outraged.

Mike scoffed at that. He sat down on the chair in front of the table, watching Conrad pace around the room. Conrad felt too hot and decided to lose the suit. The moment he sat down on his chair, he began to rub his thumb on his wedding ring.

“I don’t really care about that,” Mike said. “I don’t care if he’s pretty. I just want to try it out.”

Just try it out.

Conrad sighed.

“Are you really sure?” he asked. “Mike, man. Are you really sure you want another guy touching you like that?”

“I’m curious. But how can I be sure?”

They faced each other. Conrad retreated first with his eyes. Mike was quick to realize what that meant.

“Uhh, Connie…do you want to help me? Cause…if you do…man, it would be really great of you.”

Conrad rubbed his thumb on his wedding ring. He shook his head.

“Mike, just…It’s not a good idea.”

“Why the hell not? Who better? You know, I thought about it, but thought better not to ask, since you’re all crazy with the idea of marriage. But if you think you can do it.”

Mike had that effect of saying the most horrible things and still sound so…attractive.

“How would I help you? I won’t fuck you.”

“No, no…not that. Let me touch you.”

He took a deep breath.

“Where?”

“You know where.”

Conrad shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His cock began to stiff. He touched himself, tugging. Mike watched it. The way he smiled gave Conrad a deep shiver.

“Okay. Sure, man. It’s just to help you out.”

He didn’t believe how quickly Mike moved around the table and grabbed Conrad’s privates. Conrad watched his hand there, touching him, squeezing.

Mike took his hand away.

“Not feeling great, huh?” Conrad asked.

Mike shook his head.

“It’s big. It shows, you know…most of the time. People notice. How hung you are.”

“They do?” Conrad asked, surprised.

Mike smiled. He grabbed Conrad’s cock again, this time lingering. He fingers brushed the head, pressing down. He moved through the length. Conrad looked up at him. Mike was touching his dick and smiling. His Mike.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, what?”

“You asked if I was sure. Yeah, I’m sure.” Then Mike made as if to walk away.

“No, that’s not enough. You have to be really sure.” Conrad stood up and, taking his hand again, placed it on top of his crotch. Mike closed his palm around the volume, slowly making pressure. They stared at each other. Mike nodded.

“You’re right, I think I may need some time…some good time before making such a decision. Can you help me with that?”

Conrad’s cock was hurting.

“I can.”

And he did. Every day, Mike showed up. Their interaction would always look normal at first, but then they would get too close and brush their bodies together.

“Too bad my office is made of fucking glass,” Mike said once, while sitting on Conrad’s lap, sticking his hand inside Conrad’s pants. He took the same hand to his face, inhaling. “Fuck, never thought I would enjoy that.”

Conrad shook his head, smiling. Mike looked at Conrad’s wedding ring.

“How’s Bobby?” he asked.

“Just fine.”

“So am I.”

Mike began to like mentioning Bobby. Conrad guessed that Mike enjoyed how Conrad blushed while his cock twitched.

They went on with touching and feeling for a while, until one day Mike came into the office as if in a hurry.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey, Mike.”

He walked around the table and waited for Conrad to open up his legs so he could sit on the lap. The weight made the chair screech. Conrad took a mental note to change that damn chair. But the feel of Mike’s butt on his leg was suddenly all he could think about. Mike’s hands on his chest, moving up to his neck and face.

“Hey,” Mike said again, this time in a husky whisper. “Missed me?”

“This is crazy, Mike.”

“Shhh.” He put his hand around Conrad’s neck, closing the mouth with his fingers, and adjusted his position so he was on top of Conrad’s growing erection. He rubbed the cock with his asscheeks, while staring straight into Conrad’s eyes. “That’s right, get hard for me.”

Conrad lowered his head over Mike’s shoulder and armpit, licking and leaving some wet mark on the suit, which prompted Mike to remove it, the travesti istanbul shirt too, leaving only his tie. He looked hot.

Now Conrad could lick his actual armpit, his thick chest and hard pink nipple.

“I’m so hard,” Conrad said, a bit unnecessarily, since Mike was definitely feeling it on his buttcheeks.

“Want me to take off the pants?”

“Mike…We shouldn’t.”

“Are you saying no?”

Conrad bit his lip. His silence was enough for Mike to get up from his lap and pull down the pants. Now he was sitting on top of Conrad’s bulge wearing only his tight black briefs. Conrad wouldn’t be able to take much more of this.

“This feels nice,” Mike said, sounding as if he was surprised.

“You enjoy a big cock up against your bum?”

“You should talk like that more often,” Mike said, causing Conrad to blush. “Seriously, Connie. Your cock feels nice.”

“Wanna take a look?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Mike stood up and turned, expectantly touching his own dick through the underwear, then undressing completely. His dick was incredible, beautiful…thick, with a purple head, blond. “This is my little buddy. Now show me what a real cock looks like.”

Conrad unzipped his pants and pulled out. He gave his member a big tug and squeeze, making it slap against his belly. He reached deeper and brought out his large furry balls. His lips trembled into a smile as he looked up to Mike, hoping to God that his friend was enjoying the big cock. Mike could not take his eyes off it.

“Damn. So much bigger.”

There they were, the hungry eyes. Conrad had never thought he would see Mike staring at him that way, definitely not at his dark cock, thick fur and large balls.

Conrad gasped loudly as Mike took the head in his hand and squeezed. He let go instantly and the cock fell over the belly again. Mike had a strange look upon his face.

“I-I…” Mike stuttered, his face growing a deep shade of red. He reached for the cock again, rubbing his thumb on the top. “Damn, it’s so warm and heavy. It’s so hot.”

Conrad was looking straight at the hand on his dick. Then he had to close his eyes and concentrate.

“Tell me you’re enjoying this,” Mike said.

“I-I am. Damn it, Mike. I am.”

“I want to sit on it…not take it, not yet, just put it between my crack and rub it.”

“Okay.”

Mike turned around, showing his white hard butt, the hair so blond it looked like he was hairless, unless you really focused. He lowered himself on the cock, dancing to rub it right inside.

“Call me fag,” Mike said. Conrad jumped.

“What?” Conrad asked. He hated that word. Hated with passion. He had been called that a few times to know he would never call someone that.

“Say I’m a fag, Connie. Your fag.”

Conrad was out of breath. The way Mike asked that…He felt like he couldn’t refuse.

“You’re a fag. Now be a good fag and dance on my cock…that’s it. Nice fag.” Each time, the word came easier. “Nice little fag you are, Mike. So good.”

“I’m gonna cum,” Mike said.

Conrad took hold of him, hugging him from behind, then grabbing Mike’s dick and jerking as fast as he could. He made his friend cum all over himself. Thank god he had taken off his clothes.

“My god, man. Shit. I’ve never…” Mike was still on top of him, his breathing so sweet, his smell, his warmth, how the hell was Conrad supposed to live without that from now on?

Conrad kept him there in his arms, squeezing him while he recovered his breath after that big ejaculation.

“You smell so good!”

“I like this,” Mike said, caressing Conrad’s arms. “Buddy, I have to go, I have another presentation today. I’m sorry. I plan on coming back.”

He dressed up, and gave Conrad’s cock a last tug of goodbye before leaving.

After Mike left, Conrad went straight to his private bathroom to relieve himself. His cock was exploding from both passion and the need to piss. He pissed first. Then, he slowly stroke himself until he made a big mess. He felt like a big pervert as he cleaned up the cum from the bathroom floor.

Mike showed up after the working hours when mostly everyone had left. He locked the door while Conrad watched.

“Hey.”

Conrad sighed.

“How was your presentation?”

“Boring. But I was really calm. Calmer than usual.”

“Why is that?”

“Something must have really put me in a good place.”

They got really close. Conrad smelled Mike’s breath and had the urge to kiss him. He didn’t know if Mike was alright with that, though. That made him chuckle.

“What?”

“I was just wondering if I could kiss you.”

Mike kissed him. A light brush of the lips. A lingering touch. Lips parting to allow his tongue.

Conrad growled.

“Why are you so good at this?” he asked.

Mike smirked.

“I owe you one,” he said. “I have to make you cum now.”

“You don’t have to. I already came when you left.”

“What? Damn it. Sit down. It doesn’t matter. I’ll still do it.”

“Yeah? How?”

Conrad sit down to wait his answer. Mike knelt in front of him, holding Conrad’s knees, opening the legs slowly.

“I wanna try this,” Mike said, now a bit shy. “You okay with that?”

“You want to suck me off?” Conrad had to be sure. Mike nodded like an eager bunny.

“I’ve never done it, so I might be really bad.”

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Dave seemed much perturbed, ill at ease. He played Center-Half; the most important position in our school’s soccer squad. Just shy of 6 feet, he had a stocky but muscular build with extra wide thighs, my fetish, A year or so older than my nineteen year, A rough and ready temperament completed his picture. Dave was not known to be interested in gay sex. For several months, though, I had given him many seductive signals; and he knew me to be a gay bottom; but he never showed any inclination to come any closer.

My secret enjoyment was to be a voyeur of jocks at play. I relished looking at their muscles in motions, especially upper legs and buttocks. The picture of sweaty energetic muscular bodies, with straight up monster cocks, assaulting me, knocking me down and crushing me under their weight, with the cocks finding my asshole and ramming it to gain access, By this time I would have jerked off my fantasy and my cum would be splashed over my shorts.

Dave was usually the star of this show. Except this afternoon, when during practice, he was acting out of sorts: He kicked the ball out of the field and almost came to blows with another player. I hung around waiting for him to finish his shower etc. My excuse was a paper that I needed his input on, nut I suspected he knew of my interest in him..

“Why istanbul travesti don’t you meet me at ‘The KONO coffee shop around 6?” He added that some others would also be there, I had this itch in my ass that wouldn’t go away and i waited for the time by looking at my watch every few minutes. He met me outside the coffee shop a little after 6

“Sorry. No one else could make it. Why don’t we chill out at my place and I’ll drop you home later?” He took me to their basement TV lounge. Over lemonade and cookies, he sat next to me on the couch and confided his tale of woe.

“A cousin of mine has been visiting from Islamabad. She is in her early twenties. Studying for an MA. She’s not known to have a boyfriend”. He lowered his voice, sometimes stopping altogether. I pieced together that for the past week or so she had been a slow tease to poor Dave. Letting him touch her boobs, run his fingers over her legs and even held his erect cock. Oh, yes! She enjoyed kissing and would almost drown him in long wet lip-locks. During one such kiss, he had put his hand thru her waistband and fingered her wet pussy. She enjoyed that for a few minutes and then ran off. This was true to form for Pakistani girls. Hardly one out of a thousand would allow a home run. All this touching feeling, though, was most prevalent istanbul travestileri between cousins. Necking and kissing, holding boobs and cocks sometime pussy rubbing and fingering were the limit of such liaisons

“But last night, her last here, it was the worst.” Dave recounted: They were all watching a late show and as others went away, only he and the cousin remained on the sofa in the basement TV lounge. They merged with each other and he started his slow seduction. She responded to the point that they were passionately necking and touching all over. He unhooked her bra and to her panting response, he fondled her boobs.

“I let my dick out, and drew her hand to it” (As he said this with eyes closed, he took out his large most handsome Lund and put my hand on it. It was hot and heavy, sculpted smooth to the touch, hard like a Greek column)

“She pulled on it and touched her lips on the cock-head. I put my hand through her sweatpants drawstrings and touched her wet pussy.”. He panted hoarsely. as he pulled me closer started caressing my back.

“There was a river flowing in her pussy. I pulled down her sweatpants and and panties off her ass down to her knees. Pulling apart her legs, I rubbed her pussy and fingered it lightly. She squirmed and weakly tried to move away. I pinched travesti istanbul her breasts and squeezed her in an embrace.” (Saying this, he crushed me, too, in a tight hug.)

“She was moaning in a low voice, as I was nibbling at her boobs and rubbing, what II presumed was her clit. She put her hand on mine and moved it over to the spot. She was moaning and convulsing lightly putting my hands behind, (Yes, he was pressing my ass and pulling my hands to his throbbing cock.as he continued)

“I put my hands under her ass and raised her up. I tried setting her wet pussy.down over my erect cock.She held my cock and rubbed it on the side of her love cave, after a few I slipped some spit on its head and rocked it in position. Just then she wiggled free and ran to her room.”

“I tried tp jerk off but I couldn’t get my head straight.” As I was feeing sorry for him, he continued:

“Thats where you come in, dear little faggot!” “Maybe you can help me get rid of this physical pain.”

“How may I help?” I blurted, though I had a good idea where this whole charade was headed.

He pinched my bottom and tried to turn me face down on the couch. “Just let us have some fun. You want it, don’t you” He took off his shorts and tried putting my face onto his throbbing cock.

“Are you looking for a sewer to dump your load into? If so, I’m not it. I’m not a whore but a human being whose sexual orientation may be different from yours. I need love, affection and respect to have a relationship. Physical attraction by itself does not suffice!”

And I walked home.

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I love the feel of a summer rain warm and soothing on my bare skin when my beloved yielded to my spontaneously reckless abandon as we made love out in the open air on the soft thick grass so lush that it felt like carpet crushed luxuriously beneath us.

We had just moved into to our first home together that we had spent the previous 3 years renovating. We were able to afford it because it had been left abandoned so long that the city sold the house for $1,000 but the property was more expensive. I fell in love with it at first sight at the end of a cul-de-sac shaped like a pie wedge on an incline that had discouraged more affluent buyers from considering it. Bae thought I had lost my mind wanting to buy it at $35,000 because he thought I was just fantasizing and would not stick it out to make it liveable again. But that view from the back porch overlooking the bluff below was too spectacular to pass up.

Three years we struggled bringing this ruin back to life, literally needing everything done istanbul travesti to it. Bae would often exclaim it would cost less to bull-doze the rotted out eye-sore and start over, but I could see our home and us living happily here once the hardship of putting it back together was done.

Once the bramble and scrub was cleared you could really see what a gem it all was. We intentionally left as many of the old growth oak and maple trees that we could, even though some were to far gone to preserve. The place looked unremarkable from the road which I love that it does not inspire envy that way but as you come up that winding driveway it opens up beautifully. I adore how quiet, peaceful and private it all feels.

It took a bit to convince Bae that the long commute for work was worth it especially as what we thought would be a 6 months project stretched on so long as it did. I try not to think of the cost we spent that we will never be able to recoup in resale; but it was never a flip istanbul travestileri property for me anyway.

I forget the name of this grass it took so long to find and so many resodding efforts but once it took hold it really worked out well. The feel of it is like a carpet so lush but thick and short so vermin and snakes are not able to hide in it, though it is a bear to mow.

The warm water of the rain in summer feels so good against my skin as I feel every bit of Bae’s ample uncut endowment as I bounce up and down like a pogo stick. The way my Beloved moans as I take it in relaxed and tighten my muscles as I rise up stroking his cock with my ass is one of my utmost favorites.

I had pushed our relationship so hard that I was afraid I would lose my Bae over it, but now that we have finished this herculean task even my Beloved is astonished at how wonderful our own little piece of heaven proved to be.

I love the sound of my better half as he gets even more aroused travesti istanbul moaning like only a masculine man like him can. I nearly make him cum when he wraps those strong muscular arms around me and in a motion as smooth as a waterfall flips me on my back and takes control. I get hot as he fucks me fearlessly and with an abandon I had not felt from him in years. I get all the more aroused feeling his muscular body ungulate and pulse with the power of the alpha that he undeniably is.

I feel the orgasm rising in my balls getting stronger like the waves of the ocean as the tide comes in. Bae picks up pace and fills me with his seed and I bust my own nut in long thick white streams that shoot out more urgently and forcefully than I can remember in recent memory.

The sight of it clearing past my head onto the grass we worked so hard together and the blissful noises I made while doing so was arousing and surprising to my Bae that he shot another load balls deep inside my hot hole that he actually shuttered as we held each other in mutual and magnificent bliss.

We kept the small residence close to work as our pier-de-ter during the work week but absolutely adore our real home and get away to it to savor our respite as often as we can manage to do so.

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Louis pulled out of the kiss again, holding my chin between his fingers. “There are quite a few people here. And now they know you’re gay. Kind of a big step.”

“Good.” I kissed him again quickly. “I’m happy. I want them to know.”

He laughed and blushed. “Well, as long as you’re enjoying it.”

“I am. A lot.”

“Great. Same.” He smiled. “I don’t think we’re bugging anyone, but any chance you want to get out of here already?”

I turned around. All of our friends had gotten up from the table and moved on to the dancefloor while we’d been busy, and I hadn’t noticed. Not all of them were dancing – I could see Angela leaning against a wall on her own, and I couldn’t see Sue anywhere. She’d probably left already. I suppose it wasn’t every day you got a hotel room with your boyfriend.

“I…”

“We can stay here, if you want. It’s fine.” Louis said quickly. “And if we go back to the hotel room together, it’s not like we have to do anything-“

“I want to do everything.” I fiddled with his tie and looked into his eyes. “Everything you want to do, anyway.”

He blushed deeply and nodded. “Okay then. I’ll go talk to Ellie and get the key.”

“Okay.” I grinned like an idiot as I watched him head towards the dancefloor, and took a second to compose myself. I took a few seconds to make sure I wasn’t tenting in my pants. As I emerged from the little cove we’d been standing in, Matt was right there.

“Hey, Jay.” Matt grabbed my hand and shook it. “Congrats on being gay.”

“Uh, thanks?” I frowned slightly.

“Sorry, I know that’s a weird way to say it.” He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “But my uncle’s gay, and this school is so ridiculous – it’s kind of nice that you got to go out being open about it.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I smiled. “Thanks.”

“Anyway, I’ve gotta go. My girlfriend thinks this place sucks, and Lea’s come to her senses, so now we’re not even getting distracted by the make-out session with that creepy guy.” He chuckled. “See you around, dude.”

“Yeah, you too.”

My eyes scanned the room. There was Lea, who didn’t quite look as ready to stop as Matt suggested. I kept seeing her bite her lip and look across the room to the bar, at the guy she’d been making out with. Tiffany was busy delivering an emphatic lecture to her, but she didn’t seem to be paying much attention.

Nick was also there, and as he saw me looking at them, he gave me a tentative smile. I returned it, and nodded, which caused him to break out into a broad grin. We’d both gone overboard that one day, and said some things we probably shouldn’t have. But we’d been closeted gay guys at this school together for years, even when we didn’t know it, and I guess me kissing Louis in front of everyone here was still a win for both of us.

I also saw Jamie, on the dance floor, as I made my way around. I felt like he was avoiding looking at me, but he was dancing, so I couldn’t be sure. Maybe he was just trying to concentrate. Not my problem, anyway. I walked over to where Angela was standing, and leaned against the wall next to her.

She looked across to me, an amused grin on her face. “Well done. Very dramatic. Ellie will be proud.”

“Thanks.” I laughed softly. “I don’t know what came over me, but I’m glad something did.”

“I’m sure.” She chuckled.

“Anyway, how’s your night going?”

She shrugged. “It could be better. It’s nice to get dressed up like this, but nothing special is happening. I suppose it was silly to expect it would.”

“You were expecting something?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think it matters much now. I suppose I’m just standing here, watching things end.”

“Oh. Sorry.” A hint of sadness cut through my elation about things finally happening with Louis. Angela was a great person, and she deserved to have a good night too. I’d never seen her express any romantic interest in anyone, so I wondered what she was hoping could have happened tonight.

“It’s fine. Someone else’s fault, really.”

I’d never actually heard her sound genuinely disappointed. She had such a stoic, calm disposition that I hadn’t thought it possible. I looked up and scanned the room, at a loss for things to say. Oh, god. Caitlyn was making a beeline for the two of us, throwing her occasional trademark glares at me along the way.

Angela looked up as she approached, and smiled softly. “Yes?”

Caitlyn sighed, and put her hands on her hips. “Does it have to be everyone?”

“I think Jay will do just fine.” Angela smirked. “Luckily for you, Sue’s not here.”

“Fine.” Caitlyn pursed her lips, and turned to face me, letting out a small annoyed sound. “Jay, I’m really sorry about everything. Especially the plagiarism accusation thing, but also just about not being nicer to you in general.”

I blinked, and twisted my head to look at Angela. She smiled at me, and shrugged. I turned back to Caitlyn. “Uh, thanks. I’m also really sorry. For the jokes and stuff. That wasn’t very nice of me either, and I wish I’d istanbul travesti been a bit better to you, too.”

It was Caitlyn’s turn to blink in surprise, and I was fairly sure she was holding back a smile. Because I was doing the same.

“See? Now, was that so hard?” Angela asked.

Caitlyn shook her head slowly, but didn’t offer a reply.

“Now.” Angela pushed herself off the wall. “About the other thing-“

“That’s okay.” Caitlyn grinned. “Jay gave me an idea.”

“Oh really?” Angela asked.

“Yes.” Caitlyn surged forward, like a big, pink predator, and their faces collided. My brain took a second to figure out what was happening, and even once I did, the shock of one of my friends kissing someone who’d been one of my biggest enemies for years had me reeling. Sue would freak out.

It didn’t even occur to me that two girls kissing on the dancefloor might also have been a thing other people might have taken note of. Not until Dru – of course it was that asshole – whooped from the other side of the dancefloor. Without breaking the kiss, Caitlyn twisted her arm out to face him and extended her middle finger. Tiffany, Lea and Nick stopped talking and turned to stare.

“Oh, my.” Louis’ tone was amused as he popped up beside me, a hotel room keycard in his hand.

“Did you know about this?” I turned to face him.

“A little.” He shrugged. “Okay, a lot. God, you should see your face.”

I laughed and shook my head. I tried not to stare at Angela and Caitlyn as I grabbed his arm and turned him to face the exit. “Come on. We should… leave them to it.”

He let me pull him across the dancefloor and towards the door. I stopped to give Ellie a quick hug and say goodbye.

“Shut up,” I said quickly.

“I didn’t even-“

“It was preemptive.” I grinned.

“Sue’s already headed over. I hope you bump into her. You have to explain to her that Louis and you ARE a couple now.” She beamed and waved at Louis, who was chatting to Mel by the door. He awkwardly waved back.

“Right.” I leaned in for a quick hug. “Okay, we’re going to head out. Bye. See you tomorrow.”

She winked as I headed off. I gave Mel a hug when I got to them, and Louis and I waved goodbye to everyone else. Soon we were plunging out into the cool breeze of the evening.

“Hey, look over here,” he said as we got out.

“What-” He collided with me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and shoving me up against a wall. I groaned in satisfaction as he pressed against me, grinding our hips together so that our hard dicks rubbed together through our pants. I started running my hands all over him, gradually working them under his suit jacket, slipping my fingers down the back of his shirt and past his waistband. The convulsions of his laughter reverberated through my whole body as he pushed off of me with a huge smile on his face.

“Okay, that was my fault – I couldn’t help myself.” He took a steadying breath. “But if you’re going to start doing that, we should head to the hotel. We’ve literally got a room.”

“Right.” I nodded, taking a few seconds to gather my thoughts. “Okay, well, then. Let’s get going.”

I don’t know how I managed to keep my hands off of him the whole walk there. It was five minutes that felt like an eternity. I was still nervous enough to wonder if this was really happening. Maybe the weird, paranoid sense that this was a delusion – one that I could shatter at any moment – was just about enough to keep my hormones in check.

We were damn lucky we already had the key and didn’t have to check in. I wasn’t sure how Louis was coping, but there was no way I would have been able to form coherent sentences to talk to a receptionist. And it seemed like both of us had only just been able to hold on for long enough to get to the elevator, where we crashed against each other again, and he kissed me so hard I nearly fell over.

When the doors opened with a loud ding, he pulled me out, and we stumbled our way towards the room, locked at the lips and pawing at each other. We somehow managed to get the right number without pulling out of the kiss for even a second. He tried to open the door without stopping either, but wasn’t successful. We reluctantly pulled apart, and he used the key-card to unlock it.

It was a nice room. Small, but modern and fully equipped. TV, dressing table, bar fridge, door at the opposite end that led to a nice looking bathroom. Of course, the major thing to take note of in the room – that we might have had to share as people who were still awkward around each other – was that it had one bed. King-sized, but definitely meant for a couple.

“Ellie.” I smiled and shook my head.

“That could have been awkward.”

“Wait for it.” I wandered over to the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled it open. Yup. Condoms and lube. Louis came over to look.

“Well, it sure beats a Gideon bible.” He laughed.

I grimaced. “If she tries to talk to me about it, I’m going to jump through the nearest window.”

“Well, istanbul travestileri we don’t have to talk to her until tomorrow.” He sidled up to me. “And in the meantime…”

“You’re going to keep me away from windows?”

“Among other things.” He reached his hand across to turn me to face him, and crushed our mouths together again. I wasn’t expecting him to be so forceful, so I let out a sharp breath in surprise. He pulled back, and looked directly into my eyes. “Is this okay?”

“Not when you’re not kissing me.” I shoved my face forward again, pressing our lips together, invading his mouth with my tongue. His skin was so soft, and the way he moved with me – it was like a dance, instead of a struggle. I wanted to kiss him forever. Until I couldn’t breathe, even.

We both wanted more, though. I knew I did, anyway. And from the way his hard dick rubbed against mine through the fabric of our pants, I suspected he did too. I slipped my hands inside his jacket, ran them over his flat stomach, his chest, around to his back. He groaned at the attention, and pulled away slightly. I grunted in frustration.

“We’re going to get undressed right?” His nose traced its way across my face, and I could feel his breath on my cheek.

I still couldn’t help myself. I smirked. “I understand that’s how it usually works, yes.”

“Hilarious.” He smiled. “I just meant that I rented this tux, so I don’t want to give it back in any sort of roughed up state. Or with any, you know…” He blushed.

“Stains?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine.” I started undoing his tie. “See? I’m helping.”

He laughed. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” I leaned in and kissed him again, pulling it off and unbuttoning his top few buttons. “Tie’s yours though, right?”

“Yeah, but-” His eyes tracked it as I balled it up and tossed it onto the dressing table. “I still like it. Don’t want to mess it up.”

“It’ll survive.” I shrugged. I ran my hands up his sides and over the curve of his shoulders, and gently dislodged the jacket. He held his arms back and shrugged out of it, and I carefully lifted it up. I stepped back and held it out to him.

“Thanks.” He took it from me carefully, and walked over to the closet.

I followed in his wake, and when he started carefully hanging it up in the closet, I grabbed him from behind, pulled his collar aside and started kissing his neck. It took way longer than it should have for him to hang it up, but he didn’t complain, so I kept at it, and let my hands roam freely over his body.

“So impatient.” He let out a breathy little laugh.

“Not impatient,” I said between the kisses that I was still planting on his neck. “Take as long as you want. I’m just tired of not touching you.”

He let out another laugh, although it almost sounded like a groan. “Fair enough. Give me your jacket.”

I murmured my assent, and took my hands off of him, but not my mouth. I quickly slipped out of my jacket and held it out. We went through the whole hanging process again, although I’d managed to undo another two buttons of his shirt, so I had more of his neck and shoulder to kiss. His breathing was getting heavier.

“We need-” he panted. “To get our pants off.”

My hand slid down the front of his stomach, and before I went to work on the clasp and zipper, I slipped it further down and let it rest on the hardness I felt there. Fuck, he felt huge, and rock-hard. I gave it a light squeeze. “I can help with that, too.”

He didn’t respond, just let out a little moan, and kept breathing heavily.

“Is it okay that I’m touching you there?” I asked softly, right into his ear.

“It’s more than okay.” He gasped. “For you to touch me. Anywhere.”

I grinned, satisfied, and buried my face in the crook of his neck again. As fun as it was to touch him down there, and to make him groan like that, I really wanted his pants off. So I slowly unhooked the clasp, and pulled down the zipper, running my hands across his erection a few more times as I did, making myself smile every time I drew an involuntary noise from him.

He turned his head and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Okay. Seriously. Let’s get out of our pants now.”

I chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

It seemed like a worthwhile trade-off, if it got him down to his underwear. I stepped back, and quickly unfastened mine, letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them. I reached down to grab them, and as I came back up, I noticed Louis staring at me with his draped off his arm. He blushed, but didn’t look away as I walked over to him.

I kissed him and, pulling away and smirking, I spun him around to face the clothing rail again. He honestly seemed like he needed help to focus, and I wanted to finish what I’d started. His shirt was hanging off his shoulder at that point, so I started in again, kissing up and down along the stretch of exposed skin. I held out my pants with one hand, for when he was ready for them, and used the other to undo his last few buttons.

We kicked travesti istanbul off our socks while he finished hanging up our pants, and he undid the cuff-buttons of his shirt. I helped him slip out of it, grabbing it before it hit the floor and holding it up to him.

“Fuck it.” He balled up the shirt and tossed it on one of the shelves. “That’s mine anyway, and it’s cheap.”

“I could have ripped it off of you.”

“It wasn’t THAT cheap.” He laughed.

“Pity.” I was mostly joking, but a little disappointed. Not that there weren’t other things to enjoy. Like how only the two thin layers of our underwear – both boxer briefs, my mind noted absently – were separating my hard cock from his ass. I grinded my hips against him. He pushed back, clearly in no hurry to move yet.

I slid my hand down his now-bare torso, feeling the smooth skin, interrupted by the lightest dusting of hair around his treasure trail. I slipped the tips of my fingers past his waistband, and paused, not sure if I should go further yet.

“Please.” He gasped.

That was all I needed. My hand plunged inside, coming to rest on the silky skin of his raging erection. We both let out a slight groan as I made contact, and my hips bucked with just enough force to make him reach out a hand to steady himself against the closet shelf. I panted into his neck as I stood there, gently stroking up and down.

“Okay, enough.” He reached down to grab my hand.

“What?” I let go of his dick, worried I’d gone a bit too far.

“It’s… um.” He turned his head to look back at me, and his face was flushed again. “Been a while since the last time I did stuff with a guy, and if you keep doing that, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

“Can’t have that.” I put my hand on his arm, and spun him around.

I took a moment just to look at him. Smooth skin, with that slightly darker hue of his that made him look like he had a permanent tan. Slender, but toned, and the way his underwear could barely contain his erection was doing things to me. But he ruined my view by crossing his arms.

“I know I’m not exactly athletic, like Eric or Jamie-“

“Neither am I.” I scoffed.

“Yeah… But you’re less freakishly skinny than me, and-“

I stepped forward and kissed him. “You’re beautiful.”

He didn’t respond – just blushed furiously, and looked at the floor. I set out to prove it to him, gently pushing his arms open, running my hands all over him. I started to kiss my way down his torso, and subtly slipped my hands past the back of his waistband, cupping his asscheeks as I gradually lowered myself to the floor. He watched me as I moved, but didn’t say anything.

I probably should have taken more time to show him just how attractive I thought he was, but I was too excited. There was one goal in my mind, and I wasn’t in the mood to be distracted. As I got to the floor and settled onto my knees, I gently pulled his underwear off, and his dick swung forward to greet me.

It wasn’t as if I hadn’t been wondering what it could have looked like. Even in the depths of my longing for him, my hormones were still at work. But I hadn’t pictured it this big, or this beautiful. I didn’t have to worry about looking, because it was Louis. But looking wasn’t all I wanted to do.

I wanted to engage all my senses. Sight. Scent. Touch. Taste. Everything. Wrapping my hand around the base, I inhaled deeply. He smelled amazing, and I was in heaven. He was still a little sweaty from the walk over, and maybe having to wear a suit all night, but that only enhanced the smell. And it was pure Louis, mingled with sex in a way that flooded my head and drove me wild.

I didn’t want to take him in my mouth too quickly, either – it felt like I should try to savour it. To study every angle, keep running my hand along the smooth skin of his shaft, feeling every vein, how it moved with every twitch. But I couldn’t wait, so I hoped – trusted – that there’d be more time later.

I leaned forward and licked the tip, lapping the tiniest trace of precum. He groaned and twitched his hips forward, and I held out and teased him a bit longer, running my tongue up and down his shaft. He put his hand in my hair and gripped it, not forcing my head anywhere, but following my movement.

I grinned up at him, and with one smooth motion, slid his length into my mouth. He let out a loud moan, his grip on my hair loosened, and his knees even trembled slightly. His dick fit my mouth like it was made for it, and I gradually worked myself further and further down his length, trying to relax my throat so that I didn’t gag.

I was pretty proud of myself when my nose reached his pubes. His breathing had gotten really erratic, and my dick was feeling uncomfortably restrained. I reached down my hand into my underwear to pump at it while I started bobbing my head on his, getting into a rhythm. Louis’s breathing got even wilder, and his body began to jerk and twitch.

“Fuck, Jay, I’m cumming.”

I redoubled my efforts, and was rewarded with a warm flood of his juices. I could have sworn it was the best thing I’d ever tasted, but maybe that was just because it was Louis. It was salty and intense, and didn’t even taste slightly bitter. I swallowed every drop, and slowly stood up to look him in the eye.

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***All characters are 18+ years old***

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“Alright team, huddle up!” coach called out, all of us grouping up in the locker room. There was a buzz in the air. This was our last playoff game, the chance to get to the championship, and the excitement was palpable. “I’m proud of our season, of this team, for really pulling together and doing their best this year!” he started, Bruno smiling at me from across the huddle. I’d do anything to always see that look in his eyes; it was a warm, proud look that seemed to filled with so much love and happiness.

“Let’s get out there and play like this is just any other game. We’ve beat this team before, so let’s go out there and do it again. No pressure, nothing is riding on this. Our season has been fantastic up to this point and you all should be proud to hang your hats here, no matter the outcome tonight,” he insisted and I laughed once, shaking my head.

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I want to win tonight. I won’t be happy or satisfied unless the next time my cleats touch a field after tonight is for the championship match,” I looked around at the team, all of them beaming as they nodded and murmured agreement.

“I won’t let a single ball into our net,” Devon held his hand out and I smiled.

“I’ll go for every pass interference I see,” Chris threw his hand onto Devon’s, my heart racing.

“I’ll call out every defensive rotation!”

“They won’t touch my passes.”

“I’ll get the ball to you and Zack for every open shot,” Bruno put his hand on the pile, everyone stacking their hands up. We all looked at Zack who was staring back at all of us.

“I’ll go for every shot I can,” he sighed, putting his hand on top. I nodded once, glancing at coach who looked a bit shocked.

“I’ll go for every goal I can too,” I agreed, putting my hand on Zack’s. He glanced at me awkwardly and I ignored it, coach putting his hand on mine.

“Let’s do this! Warriors on three,” he barked loudly. “One! Two! Three! Warriors!” everyone cheered with him, filling the locker room as the coaches clapped. We left for the field to warm up, and I was hoping to get the jitters out. As we warmed up I thought I heard my name and glanced around, hesitating. I saw coach flagging me down and jogged over, slowing down as I put my hands on my hips.

“What’s up coach?” I asked and he smiled.

“There are a few scouts here tonight. I just met up with them and the other coach. You’re on their list. Why didn’t you tell me you were invited to the MLS Combine?” he demanded happily and I sighed, hanging my head.

“I’m still contemplating it,” I grumbled and he sighed.

“Clay you have less than a month to submit your paperwork. Why not just submit it, go and then decide if you accept a contract or not?” he pressed and I hesitated, pursing my lips. If I did that Bruno would definitely get off my case about it.

“Yeah I’ll think about it,” I conceded as he pat my shoulder.

“And look alive today, the team usually plays well when you’re playing well. A lot of them look up to you,” he continued and I took a deep breath, squeezing my hips a bit.

“Coach I don’t need the pressure,” I huffed and he chuckled.

“Look, I’m only saying this because with this season this whole team, myself included,” he looked like he was getting emotional. “Have grown and learned a lot because of you,” he gruffed, clearing his throat and I shook my head.

“If you want to credit anyone, you have to credit Bruno,” I shrugged and he chuckled, looking out at the field. “But thanks coach, I appreciate you coming around these last two months,” I admitted and he smirked, crossing his arms.

“Well being threatened nearly every day about how the fate of my career stood in the hands of some bratty 22 year old really made me evaluate my perspective. And you’ve made me a better coach and a better man because of it,” he looked sincere as he smiled at me.

“I just hope this lasts longer than our time together. You’ll never know who your future athletes are and what they’re going through. And they may never want to tell you,” I grumbled and he nodded, grabbing my shoulder.

“Now get out there and get us to the championship!” he nudged me and I laughed lightly, shaking off the nerves as a weird weight settled on my shoulder. The last thing I needed was a pep talk reminding me how important this game was. Halfway to the field to re-join warm ups I heard someone scream my name and I turned to see Katie leaning on the front fence of the bleachers, waving her hands frantically. I laughed and waved back, shaking my head as I noticed a few of my other cousins joining her. They all waved and I took a deep breath, turning to the field.

Bruno was jogging to the back of a warm up line and smiled at me. “My parents were coming today too. I haven’t spotted them yet, but I trust they’re here,” he breathed and I nodded slowly.

“Katie just showed up,” I gestured over my shoulder and he looked shocked istanbul travesti but excited as he looked out at the stands. “And a lot of my other cousins too. I guess everyone understands how big this game is,” I muttered and he nodded, grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently.

“It’s just a game Clay. There’ll be plenty more ahead of you, you know that right?” he asked softly and I sighed, hanging my head. “I know scouts are here. I saw coach talking with some guys earlier. Please don’t throw something like this away without really considering it,” he grumbled as I pulled my hand away.

“Why are you so eager to get me to go pro?” I demanded and he flinched, taking a deep breath and hanging his head.

“You know why. And we can talk more after the game. Let’s not think about it. I’m sorry,” he grabbed my shirt and pulled me down for a quick kiss, making me freeze up. “So look alive captain, because your team needs your head in the game,” he teased and I scoffed, ignoring how cute I thought that was as I nudged him away. We finished warm ups and hurried over to the bench to talk about some plays we wanted to run with this game.

Soon enough captains were called for a coin toss to get kick off, and after we lost the coin toss, I went to leave with Zack when the guy behind me chuckled. “You’re the faggot who almost got their coach fired right?” I heard from behind me and flinched, glancing back as I felt my face wrinkle with frustration.

“Why do you care?” I asked, crossing my arms as I ignored Zack’s hand tugging at my elbow.

“Clay. The high school athlete who almost went pro instead of going to college. And he turns out to be a damn fag. How the mighty have fallen! You know I used to follow your matches, looked up to you even. You were a true inspiration. Now I can’t even stand the sight of you,” he snorted and I smirked, shaking my head as I turned to walk off. “You go pro and you’re going to ruin this sport for so many people, myself included!” he called out and I hesitated, glancing back at him over my shoulder.

“Clay come on, ignore him,” Zack grumbled and I rolled my eyes, pushing past him to head back to the bench.

“We know the minute you join a pro team the sport is ruined! No one wants to see a dick fairy prancing around on the field! You’ll kill the pro scene!” he yelled and I grit my teeth, turning and walking toward him. He crossed his arms, smiling as I grabbed his jersey and pulled him close to me.

“You know nothing, and you’re worth nothing. And if I go pro, I’ll smile and remember this day while you disappear into nothingness,” I grumbled through gritted teeth.

“That’s if you can even get through MLS Combine and get an offer. What fucking team in their right mind wants a problematic little drama queen of a queer who can’t help but cry anytime some one looks at him funny,” he pressed and I clicked my tongue, pushing off him as I stormed away. A rage was brewing inside me, Bruno looking worried as I got back to the bench.

“What the hell was that about?” Tyler demanded, grabbing my arm as I glared off toward the other bench.

“Fucker had some shit to say about me being gay,” I grumbled and Bruno tossed his bottle onto the turf pushing the sleeves up on his jersey.

“Bull fucking shit he did,” he went to walk over there and I sighed, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to me. “Clay you can’t hit him because of your future. Nothing’ll happen to me except being benched,” he insisted, trying to pull away and I sighed.

“I want you on the field with me to end my senior year Bruno. When can we play soccer together again?” I asked gently, his anger already calming me down. He was too damn adorable and sexy when he got fired up and defensive over me.

“That asshole’s gonna learn a fucking lesson!” Bruno snipped, glancing at me with a wild passion in his eyes. Devon laughed, slinging his arm over Bruno as he slapped his chest a few times.

“You’re a feisty fucker Bruno, for being smaller than him,” Devon gestured off toward the other captain, Bruno rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“Guys like that are all bark and no damn bite. Just one good punch?” he demanded, studying me eagerly.

“Not worth it!” I chuckled, grabbing the front of his jersey. Devon nudged him toward me, Bruno stumbling with a cute blush on his cheeks as he glared off toward the field. “Now find a way to make me not mad so I can get my head back into the game,” I muttered quietly, his ears going red as he pressed his lips together.

“Clay cut it out,” he grumbled, as I went to wrap my arms around him.

“Everyone knows we’re dating. Why are you so embarrassed?” I teased and he sighed, his hands resting on my shoulders as I pressed my lips to his jaw. “Now kiss me!” I chuckled, squeezing him against me. He sighed, turning his head and giving me a cheap peck. “Hey,” I slapped his ass and he grumbled, hitting my chest and trying to push away. “A good kiss,” I insisted with another laugh and he frowned.

“You’re pushing it Clay,” he warned and I shrugged.

“Might as well istanbul travestileri be the faggot everyone sees me as, right?” I sneered, taking a deep breath. He sighed and grabbed the back of my head, kissing me sweetly. It was a nice kiss that lingered before he pulled away.

“Alright! Let’s line up!” coach called out and I was excited now. The urge to win was fueled by the thought of seeing the look on that smug asshole’s face when a fruity little fag crushes his hopes of getting to a championship. Let’s see how fast I can kill this damn sport for you prick!

***

We were down to the last few minutes of the game, we were up 1 to 0 on the score board, and we had the ball! Tyler passed the ball off to Bruno as we worked up the field and I jogged forward, watching my defender and trying to get to an opening. Bruno was about to pass the ball forward when out of nowhere a player slid foot first into his ankle. The scream I heard from him as his leg crumpled from under him made my stomach lurch. A whistle sounded, my heart racing as a panic filled me. I hurried over seeing a smug smile on that damn asshole as he hurried up off the ground. He glanced at me and pursed his lips into a kiss before he winked.

“You fucker! You did that on purpose!” I growled, shoving him violently. He nearly fell over, his teammate catching him. He turned to me, an evil grin on his face as he pushed me back.

“It was just a slide to try and get the ball!” he insisted. “I didn’t mean to hurt him,” he breathed. I turned to Bruno, who was groaning and gasping, clutching his leg as he pressed his face into the ground.

“It hurts so fucking bad!” he cried out, his neck straining as he choked and panted on his sobs. My hands were shaking as I looked at his foot. It was just dangling limply from his leg, a fear filling me. The medics and coach were just getting to us and I shot up from the field, looking for a ref. I hurried over to one, feeling so angry it was overwhelming.

“That asshole did that on purpose! He slid right into Bruno’s leg not even aiming for the ball. Watch the replay!” I insisted, the ref looking worried.

“That’s a serious accusation,” he grumbled and I nodded.

“It’s because he’s gay. The fucker called me a faggot at coin toss and he must know that Bruno, the guy he hurt, is dating me! Ask that ref,” I gestured to the one who was nearby and did nothing. “He hates that I’m gay, that Bruno’s my boyfriend, and he slid into him to injure him. Watch the replay!” I insisted. “We’ll force the call anyway!” I threatened when he hesitated. He sighed, taking a deep breath and nodding once.

He got the other refs and discussed a review as I turned around to see Bruno being eased onto a gurney. My stomach knotted uncontrollably as I hurried back over. I almost got to him when Tyler caught me. “He has to get checked out Clay. And we have to finish the game,” he grumbled, my heart racing as I watched him covering his face. I could tell from here he was still crying.

“Fuck!” I bit my lip, pushing away from Tyler. Coach hurried over to our team as we huddled up. I was feeling sick to my stomach and rattled. All I could see was Bruno crumpling, thinking about how he screamed in pain.

“Clay!” Coach grabbed the back of my head and I glanced at him, feeling panicked and off-center. “Bruno told me to tell you to finish this fucking game. He said you can’t change anything or make him better, he wants you to get to championships. So just win this damn match,” coach insisted and I took a deep breath, nodding once. “No way,” coach smiled suddenly and I glanced over my shoulder to see a ref walking out on the field with a red card. I smirked, glancing at the asshole. The ref pointed to him and ejected him from the game, some cheers getting called out from the fans.

I glanced up to see Katie standing and whistling loudly from the stands as the asshole was walked off the field. “Alright guys, let’s finish this game out!” Zack’s voice pulled me back to the huddle and I turned putting my hand out.

“For Bruno,” I breathed, looking at the whole team. They all put their hands in, Zack sighing heavily and rolling his eyes while throwing his hand into the pile.

“For the fucking championship,” he grumbled and I grit my teeth, holding back my thoughts as he broke. Chris jogged onto the field as Bruno’s sub, and we finished the game out winning at the final score of 1 to 0. The victory felt sour as I got back to the bench after the match and still didn’t see Bruno anywhere.

We went into the locker rooms and I saw a door closed, labelled medical room, and my heart sunk. I wanted to go in there, to see if he was there and if he was ok. I felt like a zombie, prying my jersey off and then yanking my cleats off. I tossed them into my bag and took a deep, shaky breath as I leaned over pressing my hands onto my knees and glaring at my bag.

“You guys don’t know how proud I am of you all!” coach walked into the room, the other coaches clapping. Everyone started clapping but I could only cross my arms and glare at our coaches. travesti istanbul “We’re going to the championships!” he called out, everyone cheering and laughing.

“How’s Bruno?” I demanded, people quieting down immediately. “Or are we going to pretend his ankle probably isn’t broken?” I pressed and coach sighed looking upset.

“Clay we can’t help Bruno right now,” he breathed and I scoffed, glaring at the ground as I shook my head. “What’s wrong?” he asked and I sighed, taking a deep breath.

“That asshole called me a faggot after the coin toss. Said some nasty homophobic shit, then does this to Bruno? Am I supposed to be ok about it and act like it isn’t just a blatant act of hate?” I demanded angrily, the team seeming uncomfortable.

“He got his penalty and their team lost because they were down a player due to his actions. I’m sure he’ll get his,” coach insisted and I snorted, shaking my head. “And I’d much rather celebrate our win, get ourselves mentally prepared for championships, instead of worrying about something we can’t change. Of course I hope Bruno isn’t hurt, but if he is I can’t change that!” coach continued and I took a deep breath, sitting down as I pressed my face into my hands.

“He got hurt because of me,” I grumbled, feeling that pit of despair consuming me again. I felt someone sit next to me, putting their arm around me to rub my shoulder.

“He got hurt because some homophobic fucking asshole couldn’t handle losing a soccer game to two gay men,” Devon grumbled next to me and I sighed, glancing at him with a weak smile. “He got hurt because he played his damn fucking heart out to make sure we won and it pissed that fucker off. He got hurt because he’s a damn good player and that unfortunately made him a target,” Devon shrugged and I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

“Do we know if he’s ok?” I demanded then, studying coach. He glanced toward the medical room and took a deep breath. He walked over and knocked on the door. It opened and he disappeared inside. The wait was agony and when he came back out the look on his face made me sick.

“They’re waiting for his parents since he insisted on not taking an ambulance to the hospital. He needs x-rays,” coach muttered, his hands on his hips as he shook his head.

“Can I be excused from the bus ride back and go with them?” I demanded, coach looking uncomfortable.

“Clay I can’t do that without medical reason. My hands are ti-“

“Fuck, coach please?!” I begged, feeling my chest tighten as my heart raced.

“Why don’t you just go hang out with him until he leaves,” Devon offered gently and I glanced at him, pressing my lips together as I looked at coach again. He sighed and gestured toward the door. I sprung up, collecting my things and hurrying toward the door. I knocked on it and it opened.

“Can I help you?” an older man looked at me skeptically and I sighed.

“I’m Bruno’s teammate. I came to check on him,” I grumbled and he hesitated.

“Let him in please,” Bruno’s voice put me at ease. The guy pulled the door open and I walked in to see Bruno on a table. His leg was up on some weird support thing with a towel and a ton of ice on it. His foot already looked black and blue where it was visible, his toes swollen.

“H-how bad is it?” I asked weakly, dropping my stuff as I put my hand on his thigh. I squeezed it gently and he sighed, glancing at me with a weak smile. He looked pale, his eyes a bit bloodshot.

“It’s probably broken,” he muttered weakly, cringing as he covered his face and started crying again. It broke my heart to see him like this. I leaned over and grabbed his hands, pulling them away from his face. “Clay it hurts so fucking bad,” he whimpered and I sighed, wanting to cry as I kissed his forehead.

“I wish I could trade places with you,” I muttered and he scoffed, shaking his head. I chuckled and bit my lip, nodding as I smiled and admired him. “You didn’t deserve this. I don’t even care that we won, it feels like a loss to me,” I grumbled and he sighed, looking down toward my chest then.

“Why are you shirtless?” he laughed and I stood upright, my hands on my hips as I shrugged.

“I was halfway through changing when coach said you had to go to the hospital. You think I was going to waste any more time?” I demanded and he sighed, rolling his eyes as He adjusted the pillow under his head.

“My mom and dad are bringing their car around toward the side entrance. They’re going to wheel me out there,” he mumbled and I nodded, studying his leg. “Fuck Clay, if it’s actually broken,” he whimpered and I pushed his hair back, kissing next to his eye to stop a tear.

“I’ll take care of you,” I whispered and he laughed once, wiping his face as he glanced at me. The smile was both pitiful and cute.

“That’s not what I’m worried about. We won, which means the last game, we can’t play it together,” he looked so devastated as his lip quivered a bit. “This fucking sucks!” he threw his arm over his face and I let him cry, just rubbing his thigh lightly. His phone went off and he snatched it up, putting it up to his ear. “Hey mom,” he sniffled, wiping his nose and eyes. “Yeah, ok, it’s a door marked with a big ‘C’ on it,” he nodded slightly and glanced at me. “I don’t think he can come,” he pouted and I shook my head slowly, my heart breaking as he frowned.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Growing up a shy, sheltered, closeted gay kid in the American South resulted in experiencing a great deal of school bullying. I tried not to draw attention to myself, to fade into the background and vanish, often longing for the power of invisibility. But I hadn’t recognized that longing, that siren call, as the path of least resistance beckoning me with promises it would never fulfill. That’s why my go-to coping skill relied upon keeping both myself to myself and my head down.

Nevertheless, as I should have expected, the strive for invisibility resulted in suffering with whatever circumstance people deemed fit to throw at me. My repertoire consisted solely of that coping skill (if one could call it that), and while nature has used the path of least resistance in many mechanisms of the universe, nature couldn’t judge itself. With every instance that I failed to protect myself, it only served to reinforce my conclusion that I was a coward.

To survive on Earth–even remotely unscathed–one must have the ability to defend oneself. Like many people, I had the problem of lacking the skills to fight while my culture discouraged and hindered me from ever obtaining them. It taught us violence doesn’t solve problems and turn the other cheek, but adults wouldn’t live by such aphoristic nonsense. And my school reinforced the edict against violence through the hypocrisy of corporal punishment and expulsion. As a result, the cruelty to which my peers subjected me left me with an indelible sense of something undone or incomplete in the back of my mind.

I knew I would have the opportunity to learn to fight on Jiyū to complete that undone thing. I couldn’t rely upon David to always come to my rescue. What if he needed me for a change? What if he, for once, couldn’t protect me? I would have to defend myself. Besides, as David’s mate, I felt I must keep up with him. If he could fight when the occasion arose, then I should have that ability as well.

I had convinced myself that we dealt with bullies on the mission to Earth. “They just had more power and influence than usual,” I told myself. My personal experience caused that natural impulse; bullies stayed at the forefront of my understanding of hostile people. When I made the comparison, however, I underestimated our adversary. We fought a complex, self-serving entity that retaliated when anyone threatened its supremacy, even if only idealistically, and it never minded instigating violence or playing the victim when it suited its purpose. It wouldn’t seek to intimidate us into making itself feel powerful. It had plenty of power, and it wanted something priceless from us. As David indicated to its agents on the gangplank of the Torekkā Maru in Venice, their money could never buy what they wanted. Our unwillingness to bend our knee to the mighty dollar made us targets but striking a bargain wouldn’t end it (ask the Native Americans how that worked for them). Trade for land one day resulted in taking more from them the next. The path of least resistance meant invasion, occupation, and death. Of course, great resistance meant war since they would never accept “no” as an answer. As David said to me during our discussion of the Trust, there may come the point where someone gives you no other options, kill them, or they will kill you. Even the destruction of our culture would exemplify a form of death.

Among his many virtues, I appreciated that David kept his promises. He promised I would see Jiyū again, and I did. When we arrived, however, I expected a stay of short duration, as he also promised the British Government that he would return to help them. I understood and accepted that necessary promise. He wished to provide a soft landing for the good people of Earth.

Before commencing the delivery of the dire news, first came the joyous. No one could have missed it, for Cadmar stood before them. We all believed he had died, including his mate Tamika, who must have raced to the temple. During our decontamination, as Cadmar rinsed off, she burst through the door, and they embraced beneath the spray for some time. We donned our robes and left to avoid disturbing them.

With home came relief, but we couldn’t feel cheerful. The people who greeted us in the red columned hall had smiled with their lively talk, but the news we brought lurked beneath the surface, and we knew that.

Our newcomers, Maggie and Rocke, made it rather clear that neither of them required an Au Pair. I felt negligent, but they insisted they wouldn’t need me. They could manage their introduction into life on Jiyū with the aid of the hospitable people at the temple. istanbul travesti They both knew we had much to accomplish when we arrived, and I knew they wanted to avoid burdening us.

We had settled the preliminaries, and with the joyous news over, we then relayed our circumstances. For the sake of expediency, I asked Venn to retrieve David’s Trust uniform from our penthouse, and things progressed from there in the late afternoon.

“Where to begin?” David asked himself aloud to the crowd before him.

He and I stood atop the central platform of the Arena surrounded by millions of people, every member of the Trust. No one in the Trust’s entire history had called an assembly until that day. When it came to the truth, we neither denied our circumstances nor delayed the dissemination of details. They wanted to know, and they wanted to act.

I looked upon the sea of colored uniforms, swords upon their backs. I saw them as a formidable group. To me, they represented people with the ability to stand up for themselves, and I admired them. They stood in silence, awaiting David’s message. Our communication system, helmed by an artificial intelligence known as Iris, negated the need for a public-address system.

“I have much to say.” With an intimate voice, David spoke as if individuals stood three feet before him. “As you know from our previous arrival with Amaré, the people of Earth know of our existence, but we have a complication. They know we exist and know the precise location of the portal.”

There came a discord of speaking within the Arena.

“Patience,” said David, “I have more. They deceived us with the reports of Cadmar’s death. That fact remains our best news. During our search for his ring and body, the British and American military surrounded the portal’s location, preventing us from leaving.

“Also, we learned that the British government has taken the Foundational Enhancement from Cadmar without his consent, and they have passed it to others. In the United States, Pearce broke his vow to not have a relationship without returning home. It appears they captured and coerced him to do their bidding. The Americans used him in the same manner, and they have the Foundational Enhancement as well. We do not know what he may have told them.

“Both countries have given the enhancement to a number of their soldiers. It has already spread to the civilian population, and some are seeking monetary gain from it. Before long, they will all have it.

“As you know, my mate Rick can read the ancient texts at the archive. It hints of something none of us had conceived; another portal exists on Jiyū.”

One could almost feel the collective intake of breath, and a humming murmur sounded within the Arena.

“I beg for your patience,” said David, awaiting their attention, “I have more to tell you. Another portal exists, the exit to which resides in Japan in a forest near Mount Fuji. We must find this other portal here because the Americans know its precise location in Japan.

“The drone we used to find the ring in London performed without flaw. In a bid to leave Earth so we could warn you of these things, we reconfigured the drone and sought the portal’s localized field in Japan. Without realizing it, our efforts led the Americans to the portal’s location. They captured us, and the portal revealed itself, resulting in five Americans arriving at the unknown location of the portal here.”

An uproar echoed within the arena.

“Wait!” said David, “I understand your concern. No one uninvited has stepped foot upon Jiyū, but we have reason to believe that stones had crushed them upon arrival due to some prior calamity at the portal site.

“As you know, if the aliens programmed the portal to slip out of phase, it will produce a localized field. Our portal at One City does not do that, so we could conclude the other one here doesn’t either. That will make the portal’s detection difficult, and more so if it remains buried. Aiden and Laurel, along with her team, search for a means to find it even now. No doubt, you have questions.”

The members had many questions, these among them.

“I am North. Did you recover the ring?”

“Yes,” said David. “As far as we know, they cannot access either portal on Earth.”

“I am Dai. Can you tell us the status of the portal in London?”

“I have initiated talks with the British in an ambassadorial capacity. They removed the military from the park, and they wish to ally with us. They need us, and in specific they need me to help them keep their world from falling into chaos from what they’ve done., I promised I would return to help them, so they will keep the portal there clear.”

“I am Ruby. Of our people on Earth, do they know the situation?”

“Yes, they know everything,” David said. “We also provided an opportunity to return home, but they chose to stay.”

“I am Ivan. I have a question for Rick. Do you have any clue istanbul travestileri to the other portal’s location?”

“I read they traveled west to get here, so we must conclude it lies to the East,” I said. “I do not know what area or how far.”

“I am Telek. For clarity, do we consider the Americans our enemy?”

David paused to consider the question. “I understand the desire for a clear adversary. Life seems simple in black and white, but we cannot fall into the trap of such binary thinking. We know we have enemies, but I cannot define them with ease. I cannot point to the Americans and say, ‘look, there is our enemy.’ Individuals designate themselves as our enemy when they do. The problem lies in the diversity of their origin, but we know their desire to have and wield power connects them. They, their agents, and their fighting forces represent various degrees of danger. As part of the Earth’s most powerful country, elements within the American government represent the greatest danger to us, but not all of them, and they will not serve as our sole enemy. So, who are they?” David paused to think. “Scientists regard a group of related species as one species for practical reasons. Therefore, after a taxonomic fashion and for reasons of practicality, I can with confidence declare that our enemy consists of the aggregate of peoples, acting as individuals or collectives, from various countries, governments, and corporate entities intent on taking as their own the things that belong to us, even if it means our destruction. They seek to dominate on Earth and rule here if we allow them even a toehold.”

“I am Gabe. Who takes responsibility for the Aggregate’s incursion of our planet?”

Gabe’s question sounded accusatory, even to me, and I knew he asked it to challenge David. I noticed a subtle lift of David’s eyebrows, but he raised his head and stood firm as he took responsibility. “I do, and upon my honor, I will make this right.”

Honor helps to hold Jiyū together, but also integrity, gratitude, and forgiveness. David declared in public his responsibility for the current circumstance, and in doing so, he took on the obligation to correct it. David blamed himself more than anyone at the assembly did. In taking on the task, I knew he had asked too much of himself, as he often did.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

As the assemblage dispersed, Amaré wished to speak with us. I expected it, and I could guess the subject. Venn, our often chatty, transportation A.I., drove us to the penthouse in silence at a near tortoise-like pace.

Amaré’s oversized body filled the forward-facing seat of the transport. He wore his Trust uniform with its shoulders and sleeves adorned with the gold thread in the ivy motif. He began the instant we seated ourselves.

“It seems that your eloquence, Mr. Levitt, has delivered an interesting epithet for our amorphous adversary.” Amaré paused and took a deep breath. “I trust you, Mr. Levitt, but at the risk of sounding blunt, does the Aggregate know the portal’s frequency?”

David, who sat with his arm around me, shook his head. “They do not,” he said. “Our attempt to use the drone to locate the other portal, perhaps coupled with the betrayal from Pearce, allowed them to detect Iris’s signal and track it to its location.”

“I see,” said Amaré. “You have had a long friendship with Pearce.”

“Yes, I have known him since childhood,” said David.

“He could have returned the same time as yourself. Why did he not bring his mate here?”

I shrugged. “Pearce may not have told his family about Jiyū.”

“Family…,” said Amaré, looking at the two of us, “he had children.”

“Pearce implied that,” said David. “You seemed alarmed.”

“Yes, I am.” He tapped behind his ear to communicate with Iris.

He wished to speak to Yoncara in the medical clinic at the temple, and after a polite greeting, he arrived at his inquiry. “I have a question,” he said. “I know many jears have passed, but since you have enhanced memory, you should remember. You performed the medical on Pearce before he left for service, correct? Did he have his fertility controlled?” Amaré tipped his head, listening. “Yes, you would have, of course. At the time he left for Earth, did any of the nano-programming devices go missing?” Amaré closed his eyes. “Yes, thank you, Yoncara.” He ended the communication.

“He took one, didn’t he?” I asked.

“I suspect he did.” Amaré nodded. “We have a tradition that everyone who goes to Earth for service must meet certain criteria. Their Earth age cannot have passed thirty, they cannot yet have the youth enhancement, and their fertility must remain controlled until they return. Like all the others, Pearce vowed to return to Jiyū with his mate should he enter a relationship. As an alternative, he could let Mr. Levitt know he left his position and intended to stay, at which point we would release him from the vow with all that entails. travesti istanbul The vow served as an attempt to protect the individual if anyone captured them and to prevent the Foundational Enhancement from spreading. He had to have reversed his fertility control himself, because Yoncara assured me of its control when he left, and one of the devices did go missing.”

“And you believe the Aggregate have it,” said David. “Now, they can give anyone any enhancement that we can.”

“Without considerable genetic knowledge,” said Amaré, “the age of the device and its pre-programming would limit its available enhancements.”

“Right…and it couldn’t enable the Sharing,” said David.

“Correct.”

“Should we go after it?” I asked.

Amaré shook his head. “At this stage of their development, they will find that bit of technology easy to reverse engineer.”

“Why would he take the device with him?” I asked David. “Had he planned to stay on Earth when he left Jiyū?”

“I don’t know,” said David. “I would need more information.”

“Did he specify that he had a mate and children?” asked Amaré.

“Pearce often said he wanted to go home,” said David. “He gave us no reason to believe he didn’t refer to Jiyū. He said he loved Jiyū because of me, but I couldn’t outweigh the love of his family. He said, ‘I’m sorry Davi, please forgive me, they gave me no good options.'”

“Curious. You know Pearce well, do you not?” Amaré asked David.

“Not as well as I believed,” said David. “I don’t understand; we treated one another as brothers. Has he dupe me?”

“No.” Amaré shook his head. “Sometimes, it takes an objective observer to see. Dmitry had many occasions to witness the two of you together in your home. Pearce loved you, and I think we must remember we do not know all the facts of his alleged betrayal.” Amaré took a tired breath. “He had only his mother here, and she is unwell; I suggest you speak to her. She should know what has become of him, and she should hear it from you as soon as possible.”

“I will,” said David. “Sir, how do you know of Pearce and me? Why would Dmitry have discussed it with you?”

Amaré smiled a little. “Pearce brought himself to my attention long ago. He was an astute and curious child. People caught him many times playing spy, as did I.”

“Yes, he led me into so much trouble,” said David. “I will never forget the incident on the lift to the temple. It ended my spying days for good.” David turned to me. “At the age of nine, we went unaccompanied into the lift, because we found the mysteries of the temple too tempting. The lift got stuck halfway up. We sat there for ten minutes when we decided to open the floor hatch and climb down the ladder with the ridiculous idea that we could reach the ground before anyone noticed.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “So, what happened?”

“Fifty feet down from the lift, I discovered I couldn’t do it, and I froze. Pearce got nauseous, and I ended up with sick all over me.”

“Ugh! How did you get down?”

“I met Magnar that day,” said David. “He saved us with a flight pack.”

“That may have ended your days as a spy,” said Amaré, “for Pearce, it did not.”

“He must have made himself quite the nuisance,” I said.

“I wouldn’t say that,” said Amaré, “he did what children do.”

“Sir, does it surprise you to hear of the other portal?” David changed the subject. He didn’t like to talk about his younger days.

“Things seldom surprise me,” he said. “I would say that it gratifies me to hear it no longer remains hidden.”

“May I ask you something?” I asked Amaré. “I’ve asked this of David, but I would like your opinion.”

“Always, Mr. Heiden.”

David sat as he always did when Amaré and I had a discussion, listening, and marveling over how easy I found it to talk with him like a friend. Due to Amaré’s position and age, the people of Jiyū had given him a kind of reverence. Much of that stemmed from the language barrier that kept him separate most of his life.

“I would not suggest the time had come for extreme measures,” I said, “but if the situation turned uncontrollable, would we destroy the portal?”

Venn pulled into the lay-by at our building, but we remained in the vehicle for a moment.

Amaré smiled. “I have considered worst-case scenarios many times over the jears. As you pointed out before, we take a risk by keeping the portal. We will have to act as circumstance and necessity dictates to see where we find ourselves. But not to worry, Mr. Heiden, the people of Jiyū long ago discovered how to destroy the portal should the necessity arise.” Amaré noticed David’s expression. “We wish to keep the portal, yet destroying the portal is an easy solution that we must always entertain, but knowing when it is the only solution, that is hard.

“On another matter, Mr. Levitt, does your home please you?”

“Ah! Kare wa sore o miteinai. (Ah! He has not seen it),” I said in Japanese to Amaré.

“Oh! My apologies, Mr. Heiden.” He made a little bow while seated. “He wore his uniform so-” Amaré gestured in exasperation and shook his head. “I have said too much.”

“What’s he talking about?” asked David as I ushered him from the vehicle.

“It’s okay,” I said, “you’ll know soon enough.”

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