Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2021 18:36:28 -0700
From: Alan Smithee <pseudonym.in.my.pants@gmail.com>
Subject: Matt's Junior Year chapter 2

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## Matt's Favourite Tom Story

About a week after my encounter with Zak, I had finally gotten him out of
my mind. For an embarrassing while after it happened, I'd been replaying
those few minutes in the showers. His perfect body, his casual attitude,
and the giddy risk of getting caught, had all combined into a heady
cocktail. My laundry hamper was the proof.

The one thing I definitely hadn't done was actually contact him. It was
painfully obvious he was out of my league. I had just been in the right
place at the right time, and I told myself that was the end of things.

The biggest assist in snapping me out of it came from Tom. We'd been able
to meet up once since then, for a routine deposit, and that gave me
something stable to focus on. I was looking forward to seeing him again
tonight.

For some reason or another, Katie and their son, Owen, were often out of
the house on Wednesday evenings. This gave us a few hours to fool around
after my afternoon shifts.

I was in my bedroom, getting ready, as dusk crept up on the windows. I'd
grown up in this room, ever since mom and I had moved here when I was
10. She always said it was to be closer to her side of the family, but as
I'd gotten older, I realized it was just the only other place she
knew. What reason did she have to stay out east?

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. That would be Tom giving me the all
clear. At least, that's what I expected.

"Have to cancel tonight", it read instead. "Katie and Owen are staying
home. Rain check?".

"Shit", I said to myself. So much for stability.

"Any chance of a quickie?", I texted back. I knew it was unlikely, but it
was worth a shot. He was usually hornier than I was.

"Sorry babe, no time :("

I hesitated for a minute, considering my options. Coming off desperate
wouldn't help anything.

"Fair. Next time for sure", I tried to be cool. I hoped he wouldn't pick up
on my disappointment.

After a second, I saw him start to type something. I willed everything to
be a false alarm, mission go, but then the bubble disappeared. I was
officially stood up.

I tossed my phone onto the bed and flopped down next to it with an
irritated grunt. This was another one of the issues with being on the
side. Beyond the guilt, I would always be the Plan B compared to Tom's
family. Their existence made him hotter, but I was also kind of envious.

"Fuck that", I said finally said aloud. "He's not the only one who can
reschedule."

Grabbing my phone again, I opened the empty conversation with Zak's
number. Fucking Zak. Against my better judgement, I started typing into the
white abyss.

"Zak? This is Matt", my thumb hovered over send. "From the showers", I
added, before pulling the trigger.

A few minutes passed, and then a few more. I should have known a guy like
that would be busy already. I told myself he probably had plans with a
different bottom every night.

A full 15 minutes later, disappointed, I resigned to taking care of
myself. There was no way I could hold out until Tom was free. I was way too
keyed up.

I pulled off my t-shirt, shucked my jeans and boxers, and grabbed my
semi. With a few tugs it inflated to its full 6" and I was picking up
steam.

This whole thing had reminded me, ironically, of one of my earliest times
with Tom. I decided to use it as fuel for what could at least be an epic
jerk session, and willed myself back into that moment.

I had about half-an-hour before I needed to leave for the cafe when Tom
texted me.

"You busy?"

"Heading out soon. What's up?"

"I'm home alone. You got time?"

My pulse quickened at the idea of a midday booty-call. I really didn't have
time, but that possibility, that indecision, made it so much hotter.

"What are you thinking?", I stalled.

There was a beat, and then a photo of Tom's cock arrived. It was at full
mast and the fat head was smeared with precum. His thumb pressed at the
base, forcing it away from his abs.

I started to chub looking at it. Fuck he had a nice dick.

"Such a tease", I answered.

"That a yes?"

"Tempting, but I can't"

Another pause, and this time a video. Tom's hand was wrapped around his
pipe, making a few fast pumps then squeezing the head. Each cycle ended
with a sharp inhale from behind the camera. I let it loop a few times,
enthralled by the effect.

"Come on babe" he added while I was watching.

"So fucking daddy, but no can do"

I locked my phone and headed downstairs. I'd be a bit early to work, but I
needed to leave before I did something stupid. I grabbed my bike and began
pedalling towards downtown.

As I was riding, there was another buzz in my pocket. I debated ignoring it
but quickly relented.

"Come give daddy what he needs", "Lemme see that pretty hole", "You know
you want to", read the slew of messages. Tom had me figured out.

I coasted to a stop and ran my hand through my hair. The Andersons' was
mostly on the way to work. I screwed my eyes shut. My boss wouldn't mind if
I was 10 minutes late. I turned my bike around.

"Door unlocked?" I asked.

"Always ;)"

I hurried down the suburban streets and through the park. This had to be
fast.

With a little less caution that I should have had, I let my bike skid next
to the sliding door, then pulled it open. I didn't wait to knock.

Inside I heard the sound of someone getting fucked laid over a fast
baseline. I followed the noise upstairs, riding a rush of adrenaline. It
was so thrilling, so naughty, to be trespassing into this private space,
not to mention how I'd been lured into it. The world seemed to pass in slow
motion.

At the top of the stairs, I looked through a door into Tom's study. To one
side, there was gay porn playing on a large flat pannel. A twink has his
head over the side of a bed as two hunks jousted for his mouth. To the
other side, Tom was naked in the center of a leather couch, ass right on
the edge of the seat, thick legs locked straight, hand lazily milking his
steel rod. His firm abs and meaty pecs completed the intoxicating scene.

"Hey babe", he smiled, clearly satisfied with his seduction.

Without a word, I walked into the room and kneeled between his legs. I
could feel his body heat and the air smelled salty. In one motion, I bent
down and inhaled his manhood, staring up into his grey eyes. His stubbly
face was partially blocked by his powerful chest.

For a few minutes, I worked his shaft with my tongue and lips. He was over
2" wide, so I had no hope of taking him into my throat at this point,
though I certainly tried. I gagged repeatedly as his head rammed the back
of my gullet, but it didn't shake my enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Tom had pulled his hands behind his head, flexing his huge
biceps. He was focused on the screen but definitely savouring my eager
cock-worship.

"Shiiit", he sighed. "Someday you're gonna swallow this meat."

As the action on screen picked up, Tom began to buck his hips to meet my
face. Initially this worked, but before long he was nearly face-fucking me
and I decided to give him the real thing.

Apparently he had the same idea, as the moment I pulled back, he hooked his
arms under my armpits and spun me into the air. Effortlessly, he carried me
behind the couch, then bent me forward so my waist hit the backrest. His
fuck-stick pointed the way, smearing my shirt with spit and precum.

"Ok baby, that's enough teasin'. Time for daddy to get what he really
needs", he said.

"Do it daddy. Feed my pussy", I bit my lower lip.

The next few minutes were frantic. My pants were forced to my ankles, but
otherwise I stayed dressed. Tom grabbed the bottle of lube he'd been bating
with and used it to grease himself up. Without further ceremony, his spongy
head found my pucker and pressed in.

It was equal parts agony and desperation as he entered. His girth stretched
my ring to its limit, but I knew that tightness would be heaven around his
massive dick. I was happy to oblige.

Immediately, he started piston-fucking me. Each time he clapped my ass, I
was momentarily lifted off my feet, and the couch slid forward
slightly. The powerful thrusts made my knees weak, and soon Tom had to grab
my hips to keep me from slipping.

"Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh, Unh", I whined in time with his high speed assault.

His aim was still uncertain, but every few strokes he found my prostate and
hit it like a sledgehammer. In those flashs, my eyes rolled back and I left
my body. They punctuated the violent fullness of Tom's mammoth schlong.

"Look at that pretty pink pussy", he huffed. "It's chewin' up my daddy
cock. Shiiiit! Katie never takes it this hard."

"Yeah daddy! Use my hole! Put a fuckin' baby in me!"

And he did. With a final deep ram, I felt Tom explode in my guts.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he yelled in one extended syllable.

A flood of jizz poured out of his fertile balls, drowning my aching pussy
and leaking down his throbbing shaft. He held my hips tightly, pinning his
fuck-hole in breeding position.

As soon as he relaxed, before he could pull out, I grabbed my 6" and
yanked. Ever the gentleman, Tom reached around to finish me off, but he was
too slow. By the time his hand arrived, I was blowing my own man-cream onto
the back off the couch.

I shook with the force of my orgasm, my wrecked hole unable to close around
the stiff tool jammed inside it. Thick globs of cock-slime lubed the
contractions and spurted out into Tom's trimmed pubes. He shuddered with
the tightness, enhancing the sensation.

When it was over, I inhaled deeply. Both of us were spent. He was dripping
from the exertion of power-fucking me while supporting my weight. I
couldn't express how sexy that desire and determination made me feel.

"Christ babe! Good to know how fuckin' hard you can take it. I haven't laid
pipe like that in fuckin' years."

From that point on, the memory became fuzzy. I remembered ditching Tom for
the cleanup and sprinting back to my bike. The whole thing probably only
took 10 minutes, but I still ended up being late to work.

When I finally arrived at the cafe, I did my best to clean myself up, but I
was 90% sure my coworkers figured it out. My ass was sore and dripping that
entire shift. At least they we're polite enough not to mention anything.

Back on my bed, alone, I was leaking like crazy. I'd been on the edge a few
times, but I wanted to ride it for as long as possible. This kind of build
up was worth stretching.

As I crested another wave, my phone buzzed next to me. I released my aching
cock, willing myself not to nut, and looked down at the screen.

"Sup bro? Long time"

## Matt and Zak's First Workout

I was panicking. What the hell was I supposed to say back? My frustration
from earlier hadn't planned further than a lame introduction. Screw past
Matt.

I grabbed my phone with my dry hand and held it over my face. Just a second
ago, my shitty night had been going pretty well, but now I felt like a
dork. How could one-and-a-half sentences make me this anxious?

I thought through a few different responses, acting them out in my head to
see how they might go. I wanted to come off chill, almost bored, just like
he had. What was it about jocks that let them do that so easily? Was it the
same gene that made you ripped and handsome? Every version I tried sounded
wrong before I even typed it.

About 5 minutes passed this way, paralyzed with indecision, thumb poised
over my keyboard. The stakes were laughably tiny, and yet Zak made them
feel huge. As I continued debating the merits of punctuation, my neglected
cock deflated in my hand. Fortunately, I didn't have to decide.

"Looking?", came another text.

Holy shit! Was this for real? Not only did I not fuck it up, he was just
straight up asking if I wanted his dick. There was no way he was this into
me. It had to be a mistake. I didn't even know if he was actually gay.

"Right now?", I forced myself to answer.

"Yeah man", "You travel?", then a link to a map.

The location was on campus. I figured he must be living in one of the
single dorms upperclassmen sometimes got.

"Yeah. Be there in 20?"

"Sick dude"

In the space of two-dozen words, I had somehow scored plans with a total
stud I knew absolutely nothing about.

Osborne College, despite a very well produced ad campaign to the contrary,
was every bit a safety school. Nestled in California suburbs, no
high-school seniors were hanging hopeful pennants over their desks, but it
did provide a quality education at a reasonable price.

It was built in the 70s, giving the place a curved concrete aesthetic, and
the student body was mostly adult commuters and local kids. That was
basically how I ended up going, just 1 of 7000 nobodies.

The one potentially remarkable thing about Osborne was its basketball
team. While none of our other programs were competitive, either academic or
athletic, we did manage to field a championship D2 squad. I probably would
have fantasized about them, if I'd ever gone to a single game.

The campus sprung into view as I turned onto the main through-street. It
was definitely night now, and the streetlights cast everything in the dim
orange of sodium-light. Luckily, it wasn't a big school, and I'd ridden
home in the dark plenty of times.

Before I rushed out, I'd tossed on my clothes, plus something a little
special: t-shirt, jeans, and a fancy gay-jockstrap that I thought made my
butt look extra perky. Hopefully, Zak was into it too. The thought of him
fucking me, while I was still wearing it, had an inexplicable appeal.

Mom had asked what I was up to as I was putting my shoes on. By my age, she
expected me to have evening plans a few nights a week. It wasn't like I was
sneaking out, but she still worried. I'd told her I was meeting a new
friend from school, which was close enough to the truth to keep the lie off
my conscience. That thing was already overloaded as it was.

I checked my phone to make sure I was headed to the right spot, and then
pedalled hard for the last few blocks. I was a ball of nerves as I got
closer, basically shivering. Why had I agreed to meet this complete
stranger, alone, at midnight? He had to be 5 times stronger than I
was. There were so many ways this could end badly. I snapped my bike lock
closed.

Behind me, a pair of headlights flicked on, blinded me, then flicked off
again. A tall shadow with a triangular outline stepped out of the car and
sauntered in my direction.

"Zak?", I called, heart racing.

"Yeah bro. Right on time."

As my eyes readjusted, I saw he was wearing a pair of silky basketball
shorts, and a bright blue hoodie with a UA logo on the chest. Neither did
anything to hide his sculpted body, not to mention his mouth-watering
bulge. His sleeves went taught whenever he bent his massive arms, and I was
pretty sure he was going commando based on all the jostling below his
waistband.

If I'd had to guess, I'd have said he'd just rolled out of bed. The way he
could arrive so casually to a hookup, and still look so sexy, it almost
made me jealous. The only thing out of place was his hair: beard trimmed
with precise edges, bangs styled into that trademark point.

"So, is your dorm near here?", I asked when he was within arms-length.

"Nah", he laughed. "I had something else in mind."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Well, seein' how much you enjoyed the showers, we're gonna up our game."

My jaw clenched. This was beginning to sound weird, but I didn't see a lot
of options. At this distance, it was clear just how easily he could
overpower me.

"I got 24/7 access to the gym", he continued. "Kinna like a signing
bonus. You and I are gonna have some fun while the place is empty."

"You mean, in there?", I pointed across the street.

"Hell yeah dude. I'm chubbin' up just thinkin' about it." He swiped at the
noticeable tent in his shorts. "You ridin' me on a bench-press? I'd cum so
fuckin' hard."

"I don't know about -", I started, but Zak interrupted.

"Dude. This is now or never. I'm not gonna like... rape you. But if you
ever want this dick again, you're takin' it tonight."

I hesitated for a moment. Was I really this easy? Fuck it, of course I was.

I followed Zak's lead as we slipped into the gym. Just like he'd said, his
student ID unlocked it no problem. It was deserted, but about half the
lights were still on, giving everything a criminal feel.

Despite having used the pool for years, I'd never actually been to this
side of the building before now, and I didn't know what to expect. I'd
always just imagined it as a place where stacked frat guys hung out and
grunted. That description was about to get pretty accurate.

We rounded a cluster of machines I didn't recognize, and then we were
standing in a smaller space with racks of dumbbells and floor-to-ceiling
mirrors. Zak peeled off his hoodie as we entered, revealing his smooth,
rippling back, and biceps the size of my thighs. When we stopped, next to
one of the weight racks, all he had on were his shorts.

"Let's start off slow", he commanded. "Strip. Then get me nice and wet."

I followed his orders and shed my jeans and t-shirt. When I made a move to
take off my jock, he smiled and shook his head.

"Leave it. That shit's hot dude"

From there on, I took his meaning and got on my knees in front of him. I
was still super nervous about all this, but I couldn't deny I wanted his
body. I wanted one like it, wanted it inside me, and wanted to please him
because of it.

I moved my lips to the obvious head of his huge cock and started sucking at
it though the silky fabric. My spit left a noticeable wet spot as his
outline grew. He just stood there, enjoying the show of me rooting around
his crotch, huge hands poised to take control if needed.

Before long, the sweet flavour of precum oozed through the thin polyester,
and I knew it was time to move on. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of
Zak's waistband and gently tugged. It stretched over his tree-trunk thighs,
and bent his stiff rod downward, until the shorts finally slid to the
floor. At last, his stud-cock was on display, and it sprung back to
attention, slapping his cut abs on the rebound.

His musk was inescapable now and I drank it in. Not gross, just pungent and
masculine, his jock virility was fighting his body wash.

Without missing a beat, I took the engorged member into my mouth and
vacuumed over half of it in. Zak was longer than Tom's 7", but not quite as
thick, meaning my lips had plenty of practice. He seemed surprised at how
fast I gobbled him down.

"Shit bro", he hissed. "You got some skills. Fuckin' baller."

I gargled my enthusiasm while I bobbed up and down. His encouragement made
me even more eager to serve.

When his fat head and upper shaft were good and slippery, I went to swallow
him. My throat easily opened around the first couple inches, but right
around Tom's length, I bottomed out and started sputtering. My gags only
tightened the muscles surrounding Zak's fuck-pipe.

"Hoooo fuck! Who'da thought you could throat it? Fuck dude, choke on my
fuckin' cock."

Zak's hands wrapped around my skull and pushed down. I tried to resist but
I was nowhere near strong enough. He was going balls deep and I didn't get
a vote.

I felt my throat open wider than it ever had before as he forced himself
into the velvet embrace. It was terrifying, my eyes were watering, and I
couldn't breathe. I wanted him to go deeper.

He held me there for a few seconds, with my nose mashed into his
intoxicating crotch. My throat muscles spasmed around his stiff manhood,
and he tossed his head back in pleasure.

"Bro your throat is so fuckin' tight", he groaned. "It's fuckin' milking
me. Shiiit, I might bust straight down your hatch."

He withdrew momentarily and I gulped in fresh air. Then, just as quickly,
he forced himself back down.

"You want that bruh? You wanna get big and strong feedin' on my jock
spunk?"

Fuck yes I did.

This cycle slowly progressed into a full-on face-fuck, and Zak's fuck-talk
devolved into a nonstop stream of swears. Between breaths, I found I was
getting better at accommodating his gargantuan jizz-cannon. I was still on
the verge of tears, but as he reached full speed, I could nearly control my
gulps, and was timing them to match his back-strokes.

For some deeply irrational reason, I wanted this to feel as good for him as
it possibly could. It was like some twisted sense of obligation that
overrode my own survival instinct. Serve big man.

With a start, Zak's hands pulled my head away from his groin. My throat
burned as I inhaled, and black spots I hadn't noticed cleared from my
vision.

"Fuck dude, I was so fuckin' close. You've got a prize fuckin' suck-hole. I
almost let it rip right there, but I'm savin' this load for your sweet
fuckin' snatch."

Then he did something I was totally unprepared for. Still puppeteered by
his massive hands, he pulled me up to his level, and mashed our faces
together. I had no clue how to respond to this sudden intimacy. Tom, my
only point of comparison, never kissed during any of our hookups.

Zak's lips felt so soft in contrast to the filth they'd been spewing a
moment earlier. His expertly groomed beard rasped by cheek in a way that
lit my scalp on fire. His tongue invaded my mouth and fought mine into
submission. Was this was sex was like with a gay guy?

A second later, he pulled me away.

"Ok bruh, time for the main event", he said.

"Fuck me", I pleaded. My earlier uncertainty has been erased by lust.

He didn't answer, just stuck out his tongue and flexed, as if fucking me
was a joke with one of his buddies. I was rock hard in my jockstrap.

He pulled me up into his incredible arms, and carried us toward a nearby
flat-bench. My legs naturally wrapped themselves around his narrow waist,
and my forearms locked behind his thick traps. I could feel the heat of his
pulsing cock against my crack, and his chest was like warm stone against my
own. Our faces stayed within inches of one another, and my needy gaze
drilled into his pale eyes.

He sat down on the end of the bench, and my thighs dropped onto
his. Without a pause, he spun me so I sat in his lap, then reclined onto
his back and dragged my ass to his face. His huge hands palmed my smooth
white globes, pulling them apart to expose the tender flesh within.

Like lightning, his tongue dug into my pucker, and his stubble tickled my
taint. I was already pretty good to go, and I'd prepped for Tom not two
hours earlier, so I didn't need much loosening up. It still came as a shock
that this stud would want to lick my hole. I yipped at the sensation of his
oral massage.

"Damn that's a tasty puss", his voice vibrated beneath me. His exploration
didn't let up, nibbling and poking at my inviting cum-chute.

I shuddered at the feeling and dove for his shaved balls. They were lying
right in front of me, and I couldn't let this opportunity go to
waste. While Zak opened my hole for the impending onslaught, I drew his
walnut sized splooge-factories into my mouth, one after the other.

There was something hypnotic about having them so close to me. The sources
of his undeniable masculinity were right here. I wanted to worship their
primal force. He grunted his approval into my fast expanding entrance.

I'd never been eaten like this before either, not with such yearning. Zak's
tongue was a true double threat. I might have let him continue forever, had
there not been a bigger prize staring me in the face.

Whimpering, I lifted off with my heels and scooted down to his auburn
crotch. My own tongue bath had left it slick with spit, and somehow his 8.5
inches looked even stiffer than when I'd started. A drool of salty precum
ran from his swollen piss-slit. That was all the lube I wanted or needed.

In one fluid motion, I impaled myself on his shaft, willing it as deep as I
could. The firm head easily breached me, and blazed a trail for the endless
jock-meat that followed. Zak hissed as his helmet-ridge slid into my
tightness. There was almost no pain, just incredible fullness.

"Fuck yeah bro", he gaped. "Get those balls up in there."

But I couldn't. Even with my ample preparation, there was just too much of
him. I could feel myself bottoming out yet my cheeks were hovering in the
air.

"Unh. Fuck Zak. You're too fuckin' big."

"I know dude. You fuckin' love my donkey dick. Take what you need."

"Shit it's so deep. There's no fuckin' way."

"Bruh you're so fuckin' close. You know you want it all."

Once again, his single-minded drive was enough to convince me, and I bent
to his desire. I relaxed my knees and let my body-weight carry me all the
way down to his muscular thighs.

It was torture as the last inch disappeared, like I was being torn
apart. There was some kind of wall inside me that opposed the rising
pressure. I screwed up my face with the effort.

Then, all at once, my inner-ring released, surrendering to its new
master. I felt Zak's slick meat-spear enter the virgin depths of my
interior, claiming them for himself, fulfilling my destiny

"Good fuckin' hussle", he sighed.

I caught my breath for half-a-second, then continued to my real work,
riding this stud for all he was worth. My feet flat on the carpet, I pushed
myself up, and then let myself fall back again. This time the initial
resistance was almost gone, and I landed with a satisfying clap on my human
dildo.

I caught my reflection in one of the mirrors. Who was that eager slut
debasing himself in public? Where had he been all my life?

Zak's long fingers, previously laced behind his head, clipped onto my waist
to steady my bounces. Up and down, up and down, I let myself revel in the
new sensations he granted me. Blood rushed to my ears, and I closed my
eyes, moaning in the thunderous darkness.

Clap. "Unh." Clap. "Unh." Clap. "Unh." I looped like a broken record.

With each ram, his mighty length ground luxuriously against my spot. Mixed
with the stimulation to my second-hole, something powerful began to build
in my pelvis.

I was experienced with prostate play, but this was different. It felt like
it was leading somewhere, not just teasing, but toward a full-fledged
orgasm. I'd heard about this, but now it was within reach. I could nearly
grab it.

And then it slipped away. Unaware of my encroaching climax, Zak had
something else in mind. Without pulling him self out, he lifted my legs and
twisted me around, using his fuck-pole as an axel. The friction was intense
for both of us, and made me realize just how strong he really was.

This repositioning changed the angle of his assault, and the growing storm
inside me retreated back to where it had come from. I almost grieved the
loss, but now I knew it was there, waiting for me. One day, I would capture
that feeling.

My eyes snapped open, and beauty was waiting for me. Every muscle in Zak's
body was taught and ready, flushed with blood, and slick with sweat. My own
softer body was no doubt similar. His biceps and tris flexed menacingly,
and his chiseled chest clenched under its dusting of fur.

"Fuckin' ace dude", he stuck his tounge out again. "Get ready. I'm gonna
fuckin' bust."

"Cream my guts", I begged.

His left arm shot up and pulled my head down to his, while his right
finally freed my own slimy dick from its mesh prison. We kissed again, even
more aggressively than before, while he began to jerk me.

At this point, I was no longer contributing to the fuck. Zak's powerful
hips and legs had taken control, and were jackhammering up into my
fuck-tunnel. I went limp and let him dominate every part of me.

"Shit. I'm almost there. Fuckin' pound me out," I babbled into his mouth.

And then I came. Insane jets of watery cum coursed up my rod and doused his
chest, collecting in the troughs of his abs and pecs. One or two even
reached his chin, soaking into his beard. I barely noticed. I wasn't there.

As I unloaded, my ring did its sworn duty to finish Zak off. With a
vice-like grip, the friction overwhelmed him, and he set off his own
waterworks display.

"Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" he roared. "Take my nuuuuuut!"

At least as much jizz as had just left me, probably more, was suddenly
sprayed into my hungry guts. Unlike my watery juice, his was thick and
ropey, teeming with vitality. My body greedily drank, but he gave more than
I could handle. The excess goo drenched the bench beneath us.

When we were both thoroughly exhausted, I collapsed onto him, and ignored
the stickiness between our skin. Without a word, he wiped up a fingerful of
both of our baby-batter and fed it to me. Then he resealed his lips around
mine.

As we exited the gym, through the sliding glass doors and out of Zak's
fantasy domain, my anxieties reasserted themselves. What the fuck had I
just done? What if there were cameras? Who really was this demigod? Why was
he even talking to me?

"Bro, that was lit! Better than I even planned." He punched my shoulder
with a force he thought was playful, but it stung for an instant. "I'll hit
you up next time I need to wet my dick."

"Uhh... sure man", I shot back.

We split up and headed for our rides. It was just past 1am, and a night
chill had settled. I wasn't looking forward to that, or my bike seat.

Just as I kicked off, Zak called out again from across the street.

"Yo dude! You into basketball? Summa the boys are lookin' for a
cocksucker."

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