Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2022 15:23:52 +0000 From: dashtheman Subject: My True Self - Chapter 01 Everyone who met Brad in high school knew he was of a different breed. Tall, blonde, athletic, and stunningly handsome. He was the all-American boy. His teachers favored him, his classmates at Redfield idolized him, and the PTA moms adored him. He was one of the first boys in class who got into working out, and this, along with his growth spurt into 6'1, made him pure sex at age 16. His favorite day of the week? Leg day. Trotting out onto the field, his trunk legs strained against his football pants. But the real head-turner was his massive bubble butt, and boy did the heads turn, even making the mothers on the bleachers hot and bothered all game. A top guy like him could get any girl, and he did. He dated the best of them - Candace, the only girl who could come close to his looks, athletic discipline and classroom smarts. They got every couple in town beat. After high school, they went to college in the same business program. His parents sent him off with stern reminders to always wear rubber, which might as well be for naught. Brad's ass had a fearsome magnetism to it. It was the one thing that most attracted Candace to him. She's always grabbing it, pinching it, and even once, tried to finger him in bed. There was nothing Candace would like more than bury her face between Brad's beefy cheeks and ravage his hole. She tried to do this one night freshman year, and Brad violently reacted. After that, Brad never fucked Candace again. Candace thought this was a joke. But the joke turned to a three-year drought. Imagine living with the best butt in the state but they won't put out? She needed a Hail Mary fast. They were cramming their senior thesis one night when Candace handed Brad an innocent glass of O.J. An hour later, they were fucking their brains out. Three months later, Candace showed him a positive pregnancy test result. It had the opposite effect of what Candace hoped. Instead of joy, the blood on Brad's face drained. He was white as a sheet of ice. Candace decided it was time. After delivering their son Hunter, she broke up with Brad in front of his parents. Candace relished in seeing their shock, and told them her entire plan: she's moving to Europe for an internship and that she's bringing Brad's best friend and her new fuck buddy Mikey along. Brad was 22 years old, buried in tuition debt, emasculated and left with a mouth to feed. He had no choice but to return to his parents' house to get help raising his son. Moving back to Redfield didn't solve his problems. His parents saw him as a failed man, a weakling cuck. His father screamed at him every single day to get a job. His mother wouldn't look at him. He did find a temp job cleaning pools in wealthier neighborhoods while searching for permanent employment. It was braindead work, but the pay was good. The bored housewives tipped Brad generously, loving his shameless display of abs and pecs, his unruly blond hair, and his muscle ass bouncing in board shorts as he worked the pool. Meanwhile, Brad was getting job offers and he had his pick already -- an advertising job based in a sunny city far away where he and Hunter can start again. The temp job was supposed to be a couple of one-offs, but he found himself picking up more clients. Day by day, he started wearing tighter shorts. When he knew he had eyes on him, he would subtly flex his trunkish legs or jut his glutes. The latter made him feel weird but it gave him the highest rush. It reminded him when he bent on the field and the crowd would whistle. Brad knew the older women liked it the most, and they tipped him so handsomely for the show. Summer was ending, though. A couple of days prior he accepted the job offer at the ad agency, which required him and Hunter to move to a big city in the West Coast. He wanted to do one last cleaning appointment before leaving for the West Coast the next day. Too bad, he already sent his notice to his handler. But then he had an idea..... He picked up the phone and started dialing. "Hey man," Brad greeted when the other end picked up. "Brad? Aren't you leaving already?" "Yeah, tomorrow. But I wonder if I can do one last gig? Don't have anything this afternoon and - " "You sure you want to spend your last day in town cleaning a pool?" "Yes, sir," Brad said, eyeing his skimpiest swim shorts on top of fresh laundry. "Well I'd rather be fucking pussy but you do you. There's one in Magnolia Street. Get a pen and write this address." Magnolia Street was a 10-minute drive from his house. While driving, Brad came up with a plan to make his last day in Redfield epic. His handler's raunchy words inspired him and put him in a mood. Brad parked in front of the client's address. It was a large and pretty house as is common in the neighborhood. And each was filled with lonely wives who longed for hot young studs like himself. Brad was ready to deliver the goods. Walking with swagger to the porch, he practiced his introductions. The script wrote itself in his mind. Brad knocked on the door twice. Hearing footsteps, he readied his smile. But when the door opened, a teenager wearing baggy clothing greeted him. Not quite the busty cougar he was ready to conquer. Brad was pissed, but quickly recovered. "Harmon Pool Service. I'm here to -" "Yeah, mom told me. Pool's out in the back." Great. Bad enough he won't be getting pussy, he'll get bossed by a kid too. God knows he hated taking orders from younger guys, and this one looked like he's only in high school. Brad stared at him absentmindedly. The kid wasn't as tall as him, but he was really handsome. He looked like an adolescent Ryan Philippe. "Pool's out back." The boy turned his back and started walking down the hallway which was a signal for Brad to follow. A large glass door led to the backyard which had a small pool with a couple of leaves floating here and there. Brad sighed in relief. It was a simple enough job. He took out his cleaning kit and started for the edge of the pool. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Brad turned his head towards the kid. The boy had his arms crossed. "What?" "Your swimsuit." "My what -" "We asked for a real pool boy. You know, guys who clean pools in swim trunks." Brad felt a hot flash of rage. He wanted to beat this kid's ass to teach him a lesson. How dare he talk like that to him? The kid was getting a kick out of the power trip - cruelly bossing the broke pool boy. Brad took a deep breath and walked back to his duffle bag where his skimpiest swim shorts awaited him. As he took out his shorts, he turned around to see the kid had left him to undress in peace. Brad's anger simmered down as he undressed. Typical rich brat, Brad thought. He put on his swim trunks and it was a lewd sight. The fabric was quality but the design really didn't leave anything to the imagination. They were like Speedos, but made to emphasize the ass. Which is still a huge understatement. There's no fucking way this kid's gonna see me like this, Brad thought, as he started his work on the pool. Couple minutes later, he heard the shuffle of feet. He turned around and saw the kid himself and a faint rush of adrenaline coursed through his vein. In front of him, the teenager in baggy clothes was now unclothed with only a Speedo on his body and a copy of Sports Illustrated Teen in hand. Brad discreetly studied the teen's lean, muscled body. As the kid maneuvered on the lounge chair, Brad observed his curved biceps and his toned back. Yes, he had seen better physique, but those arms shouldn't be hidden by a baggy jacket. Now that the boy was sat, Brad caught a better view of the kid's chest, lean pecs. His eyes continued south into his abs, the sunlight just throwing the right angle to emphasize his four pack abs. A single drop of sweat broke out of Brad's temple as his eyes continued travelling down south into the boy's... A jolt of electricity coursed through Brad's body from his brain to his crotch. Covered by the boy's underwear was the biggest fucking crotch he has seen in his life. "Oh," gasped Brad, unable to help himself. "Problem?" said the boy, looking up from his magazine. "No!" said Brad, a little defensive. He tried to go back to work, but he couldn't focus. He had spent most of his life seeing naked guys in the locker room and showers... and they were big! This kid got everyone beat. Eyes on the pool, the image of the kid's crotch burned in his head. Trying to catch a leaf, his eyes caught the reflection of the teen's muscled body on the pool. The boy's bicep flexed as he flipped a page. His left hand absentmindedly cupped his pec then moved downwards and adjusted his bulge. Brad almost fell into the pool. He was embarrassed to feel like this. He was feeling something new. But true. Brad started to fidget. A dangerous thought was swirling in his head. He tried to push it down but it became more powerful, more clear. The net skimmer kept slipping from his hands. Immense heat shot from his head to his crotch. He could feel a slow boil starting in his balls. For the first time in his life, Brad was feeling genuine desire. And once the thought crystallized inside Brad's head, his own dick started to harden and rise. No! His mind screamed. It's as if his dick got a mind of his own, his eyes darted back to the boy and his impressive crotch. Oh my god, he gasped. The way he filled in his Speedo was criminal. It took everything in him to get his eyes back on the water. But he couldn't help glancing at the boy's body and crotch. Finally, Brad gave into his true self. He allowed his mind to roam. Brad imagined what his cock looked like without those briefs. How it looked hard on his body. How it would taste -- "Well, well, well ..." Brad turned his back and saw the boy himself, towering over his crouched self. Kneeling and looking up, Brad had the best view of his toned body and massive crotch. "Wow, someone's happy to see me." said the teen, pointing his finger at Brad's painful erection. Brad's four-inch dick was now in full mast, straining the fabric for release. And sure enough, there was a huge wet spot where the head was. He was leaking. "Took one look at your ass and I knew you were a faggot." "I'm not--" Out of nowhere, the kid slapped Brad's handsome face, causing him to fall on his back. He tried to stand but his legs failed him. Double the size of his predator, Brad could only muster enough strength to kneel. The kid took forward steps till his giant crotch was inches from Brad's face. "You want this. Don't deny it." The teen grabbed his crotch, giving Brad a tease of his true girth right in front of his eyes. Beneath the Speedo, Brad saw the fleshy shape jolt and release liquid, wetting the fabric. The odor of pre-cum instantly hit the back of Brad's nose. Brad's mouth watered. He couldn't deny that he wanted it. His own dick continued to leak like a faucet. "Suck my cock!" "No!" The teen stepped on Brad's crotch. The pressure and the heat caused it to spurt more pre-cum. "I'm not asking." With one hand, the teen grabbed Brad's blonde hair and shoved his pretty face into his crotch. Brad can smell the teen's musk on the fabric. Without thinking, Brad opened his lips and licked the teen's clothed dick. He tasted the teen's pre-cum on the fabric, sending shivers from his spine to his asshole. "Take it off" Brad pulled down the Speedo and saw the naked weapon responsible for his downfall. It was huge. 9 angry inches, give or take. It sprung at a slight curve, with an angry vein snaking towards the mushroom head. The teen's dong stood over a pair of big balls that hung low. On his lean and muscled body, his manhood looked magnificent. This high school boy was twice the man as the fallen Brad. "Move closer, bitch." "I'm not a bitch," Brad snapped back, but he crawled into place nevertheless. "Open." Brad opened his mouth. He knew what happens next. "You're so damn hot," the teen said appreciatively. It was true. "Now suck my dick, slut." The teen grabbed a fistful of Brad's blonde hair and shoved his face onto his cock. Brad whimpered as the boy's hard shaft slithered into his throat. Oh God, I have a cock in my mouth, Brad thought. A panicky feeling began to rise from his chest but the teen dragged his hair and head forward to his cockhairs. The boy's extra large sausage sizzled inside him. He could taste the pre-cum pooling in his tongue, and it went to his head like a shot of gin. Brad started to bob up and down the teen's cock. Despite a mouth virgin, he took to the task as if he had been doing it all his life. He alternated between short and long strokes, and used his tongue to add a little flavor to his technique. He dragged his tongue's underside and traced a line from the stalk to the balls. "Oh man, you're a natural," praised the teen, his mouth slightly rising in pitch, betraying his youth. His mind flashed back to the first time he played football. Everyone called him a natural even though he himself doubted it. His coach praised his creativity in the game - always coming up with unique plays, always switching it up. But this... this was natural. At that moment, his handsome face sucking a giant dong, he found his true self. Brad picked up his pace and found a good rhythm. Instinctively, he raised his hand and cupped the kid's ball, massaging it as he took all of him up to his throat. He couldn't believe it. He had nine inches of dick in his mouth. His chest swelled with a mixture of shame and pride and started going for it harder. The teen answered back by picking up speed, thrusting his hips harder and harder. He grabbed Brad's hair more violently as he fucked his throat mercilessly. "Fuck, I'm close." Brad took this signal to take him to the finish line. With momentum, Brad slurped from head to the base, covering every inch of the meaty stalk. He could feel the balls tighten. The teen's cock pulsed and shot rounds of hot fluid down Brad's throat. Sweet. Salty. A bit of both. Brad savored the flavor of teen cum in his mouth as he gulped the loads like a man drinking water in a desert. He looked up and saw his young conqueror's face contracting in drunk pleasure. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. He wanted to keep his lips. Thinking this sent Brad to the edge. For the first time in his life, he came hands-free. His own cock started violently spurting cum in his underwear. Brad spat the teen's cock from his mouth and started moaning with every spurt. Satisfied with his conquest, the high school boy left the conquered hunk kneeling in his own cum. Brad wiped off the spittle off his chin and sucked off his fingers. Post-nut clarity came, followed by anxiety. With speed, he packed up his stuff, put on his clothes, and ditched the place, not even collecting his payment. "That will never happen again." declared Brad to himself that night, even as he stroked himself to sleep thinking of his teenage stud conqueror and the many possibilities that await him and his son Hunter in the new city he's moving to. More on Brad, his son Hunter, and their friends in the next chapters. The story will be flashing forward into the future quite quickly. Let me know if this got you going: dashtheman@protonmail.com And as always, donate to Nifty!