Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2022 20:52:37 -0700
From: Spike Meyers <spikemeyers@gmail.com>
Subject: My New Apprentice 18

Date: 12/12/2022

Author: Spike Meyers

E-Mail: SpikeMeyers@gmail.com

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My New Apprentice
18

As the night went on and their conversation went from topic to topic, Randy
got up to go pee.  When he returned, Roger was lying back in the middle of
the bed and Joel was wrapped around him.  He couldn't help but smile as he
looked down at the two beautiful men in his bed.  He slowly crawled up next
to Roger and cuddled in with them for the night.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

At some point during the night, Randy felt Roger stir in his sleep.  He
awoke to find both he and Roger on their left side.  His arm was wrapped
around Roger and his roaring hardon was wedged between Roger's butt cheeks.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw Joel on his side, facing Roger,
sucking Roger's dick.  Roger was not quite awake yet, but coming around
quickly.  Roger moaned lightly as he woke and lifted his head off the
pillow.

He groaned audibly and let his head fall back onto the pillow.  He trusted
forward slightly into Joel's mouth as he held Randy's arm tight to his
body.  Randy kissed him on the shoulder and started to pump his cock up and
down in Roger's crack.  Randy had no idea how long he has been wedged
between Roger's buns but it's been a while; his dick was leaking quite a
bit and slid through Roger's crack almost effortlessly.

Roger moaned softly, reached behind him, and grabbed Randy's ass and pushed
back against him.  "That feels nice, Daddy-man, he squeaked with a dry,
raspy voice."

Randy grabbed Roger's nipple and squeezed gently.  He kissed Roger's
shoulder as he thrusted between Roger's firm buns.  Roger released his grip
on Randy's arm and grabbed Joel's head as he thrusted forward with a moan.
Randy reached under the pillow and grabbed the small bottle of lube that
had slipped down behind the mattress on the floor.  He popped the top with
his thumb, pulled back slightly, just enough to squeeze out some along the
length of his cock.  He secured the cap on the bottle and tossed it to the
floor.

He grabbed Roger, held him tight and trusted between Roger's hot ass
cheeks.  Roger moaned as he felt Randy thrust against him.  It made his
dick even harder as he felt Randy's desire for him.  His big cock pressing
between his channel against his rosebud.  He wanted to feel Randy inside of
him.  He had to know what that felt like.  He's never been penetrated
before.

He let go of Joel's head, grabbed Randy's ass and pushed back hard against
him.  Randy could feel Roger.  He knew what he wanted.  "Are you sure you
want this?" Randy whispered in his ear so only he could hear.

"I'm sure," Roger whispered back immediately.  "I want you to be my first,
Daddy-man."

Randy buried his face in the crook of Roger's neck and bit him gently.
"You are so fucking hot, Rog!" Randy growled softly.  "I can cum just like
this."

"Cum in me, Daddy-man.  Cum in my ass." Roger hissed softly.

Randy pulled back, took aim and gently pressed his cock head against
Roger's hole.  He took Roger's ear lobe in his mouth and moaned softly.  "I
want you so bad, sexy!" Randy exclaimed through clenched teeth.

Roger moaned loudly and without warning, suddenly pushed back hard impaling
himself on Randy's iron hard cock.  Randy gasped loud as the head of his
cock slipped into Roger's hole.  He stopped moving immediately out of
concern for Roger's comfort. The heat of Roger's body felt so good on his
cock.  He fought himself to not thrust forward.

Randy was a little surprised that he seemingly slipped right into Roger's
ass so easily.  He expected much more resistance.  Randy decided to remain
stationary letting Roger adjust to the sudden intrusion, however, Roger had
a different approach.  Still holding onto Randy's ass, he thrusted
backwards again, this time, taking three more inches of Randy's cock into
his ass.

Randy was the one to let out a loud gasp.  Roger was completely silent, his
eyes closed.  After a few seconds, he thrusted back again.  "Rog, be
careful, stud.  Don't hurt yourself." Randy whispered in his ear with
concern. "That has to hurt like hell!"

"It's not that bad," Roger whispered back.

Randy was surprised to hear him say that.  This was his first time getting
fucked and he was taking it like a pro.  Randy kissed him gently and
started to rock back and forth gently.  Roger's ass was so hot and tight,
but Randy's cock slid easily up and down his chute. He pulled back and
slowly thrusted forward.  After just a couple of times, Roger thrusted back
against him as Randy thrusted forward, embedding his entire cock deep in
Roger's ass.

Randy placed his hand on Roger's abs and pulled back so just the head was
left in Roger's butt.  Roger, still holding Randy's ass in his hand, pulled
Randy hard against him.  It was pretty obvious to Randy that Roger enjoyed
having a hard cock in his ass.  Since he appeared to not be in much pain,
Randy started to increase his thrusts.

Roger lifted his right leg and placed it on the other side of Joel.  Each
time Randy thrusted forward, Roger's cock went further down Joel's throat.
In very short order, Randy was fucking Roger's ass with gusto and Roger was
loving it.

Roger suddenly called out, "wait a second daddy-man!"

He pulled Randy tight against him, Randy's cock deep in his ass.  Roger
started to reposition himself. He straddled Joel's face, his cock still in
Joel's mouth.  Somehow, they successfully repositioned themselves with
Randy's cock never leaving the warmth of Roger's ass.  Once Roger was on
his hands and knees in the bed, Randy, now straddling Joel, started to fuck
Roger's ass again.  He grabbed Roger's hips, held on tight, and plowed
Roger's ass mercilessly.  Roger was moaning profusely.  Copious amounts of
precum was flowing from his cock into Joel's mouth.

Randy quickly worked up a sweat.  It was dripping from the end of his nose.
He hasn't fucked this hard in years and Roger was loving every second of
it.  "You like that big daddy cock in your tight ass don't you, stud?"
Randy growled out.

"Yeah, daddy-man, fuck my ass!" Roger growled.

Randy started to alter his thrusts.  He would go deep in and out a few
times, then convert to quick, short jabs, then pull all the way out just to
plunge back in deep and hard.  Randy suddenly felt Roger's body start to
quiver.  He thrusted his head back, his eyes closed tightly, and started to
pant audibly.  "Fuck!! Not yet! Not yet!" He bellowed out loudly and
flooded Joel's mouth with cum.

Feeling Roger's ass spasm around his cock brought Randy to the precipice.
He thrust deep one last time and shot Roger's ass full of cock juice. He
remained still until his cock stopped shooting and then slowly started
rocking back and forth before pulling completely out of Roger's well fucked
ass.

Randy fell to his back on the bed.  His head resting on the pillow as he
looked up at Roger.  Roger leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips.
Having worked every drop of jizz from Roger's cock, Joel extracted himself
from under Roger.  He took position behind Roger, and shoved his cock in
Roger's ass.  Roger gasped as he felt his ass fill back up again and
thrusted back against Joel.  Joel immediately started fucking Roger's ass
and in less than two minutes, deposited his load in Roger's ass just a few
inches from Randy's.

Joel pulled out and flopped down on the bed.  He reached up, pulled Roger
down and kissed him hard.  "That was fucking amazing!" Joel panted breaking
their kiss.  Roger collapsed on his belly between Randy and Joel, breathing
heavily, completely exhausted and spent.

They cuddled together and quickly fell back asleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Randy was the first one awake.  He extracted himself from the pile of arms
and legs and quietly exited the bedroom leaving the two younger men
sleeping peacefully.  He stepped out into the kitchen and put a pot of
coffee on and then went to pee.  He picked up the empty beer bottles making
sure not to clink them together to wake the guys, and walked back out to
the kitchen.  He sat the empties on the kitchen counter and poured himself
a coffee before the brewing had finished.  With coffee in hand, the grabbed
the empties, walked out into the garage and deposited them in the recycle
container.

As he walked back into the kitchen, Roger was standing in front of the
coffee pot watching it brew.  He looked over and Randy and smiled.  "Good
morning, daddy-man," he whispered.  "I smelled the coffee and could not
resist."

"Help yourself, sexy.  Is our boy still sleeping?" he whispered back.

Roger shook his head in the affirmative and reached for a coffee cup.  He
sat the cup on the counter, filled it halfway and sat the carafe back on
the hot plate to finish brewing.

"Did you sleep well?" Randy asked as he stepped over and wrapped his arm
around Roger's waist.

"Better than I have in a long time," Roger answered him.

"And your backside; how is that?" Randy asked as he kissed him on the
shoulder.

"Um, not too bad; it doesn't hurt surprisingly enough I'm happy to say.  I
expected just the opposite when I woke up.  Go figure, a straight man who
likes to take it up the ass," he mumbled.

"It's not that uncommon, stud.  Some guys like their girlfriend to use a
strap-on and pound them. Even a doctor will tell you that the anus can be a
sexual pleasure zone.  Just enjoy it for what it is.  It's nothing to be
embarrassed about."

"What about you, daddy-man.  Do you like taking it up the ass?" Roger
asked.

"I'll tell you what I told Joel.  I can take it or leave it.  I'm more
orally oriented.  Now, having said that, I loved the hell out of fucking
your sweet, tight, ass.  I haven't fucked like that in years.  You are a
natural, sexy man, and I mean that as a compliment.  But for you or Joel,
I'd bend over in a New York second for either one of you.  Does that answer
your question?" Randy answered him.

Randy could see Roger's face blush.  "You do know how fucking hot and sexy
you are, right, Rog? You're a walking wet-dream."

Roger sat his coffee cup down on the counter and turned to face Randy.
Randy stepped into him so they were cock-to-cock.  He grabbed Roger's waist
and pulled him in tight against him.  "If you keep talking to me like that
daddy-man, something is going to pop-up," Roger whispered as he laid his
head in the crook of Randy's neck.

"From your mouth to God's ears," Randy whispered as he squeezed Roger
tight.

"I can see why Joel adores you so much," Roger said softly as he hugged
Randy back.  "You have a silk tongue." Randy took Roger's head in his hands
and kissed him. He pulled back from the kiss, placed his lips next to
Roger's ear and said, "You're easy to love, Rog. Trust me."

"OK, you need to stop daddy-man or you'll get me all fired up again," Roger
said softly and stepped to the side, his cock starting to inflate.  He
grabbed his coffee and stepped to the other side of the kitchen, opposite
Randy.  Randy looked at Roger and flicked his eyebrows with a lascivious
smile on his face.  Randy started to step across the kitchen towards Roger
and his cell starting ringing.

He stepped up to Roger, their cocks touching again and picked up his cell
phone on the counter next to Roger.  "This is Randy," he said answering the
phone stepping back from Roger.

Roger turned and left the kitchen, his cock swaying back and forth as he
walked down the hallway.  When he entered the bedroom, Joel was awake lying
on his back in bed with a roaring hardon.

"There you are," he said lifting his arms beckoning Roger to join him in
bed. "Where's daddy?"

"He's on the phone in the kitchen," Roger answered him as he stepped up on
the mattress and sat down next to Joel.

"What's the plan for today, Rog?" Joel asked.

"Noting exciting, I'm sorry to say.  I have a shit ton of laundry to do.  I
go back to work the day after tomorrow so I want to get it all done today,"
Roger answered with a sigh not looking forward to it.

"What if I go with you and help?" Joel offered. "Randy has his shift at the
shelter's thrift store today so he will be gone most of the day.  I could
stay here and maybe do some work on the house, but I still need more
practice with mudding before I can go solo."

"Really, you want to do laundry with me?  Why not do something fun like go
over to the rec center and spend the day at the pool.  Do something fun."
Roger responded. "Besides, I kind of need to think some more about my
current situation.  I probably would be more successful doing that on my
own.  Don't get me wrong, I'd love to spend the day with you, Buddy, but I
also need to spend some alone time in my head. But thanks for the offer; I
appreciate it."

"OK, I understand," Joel said disappointedly.  I think I'll take your
suggestion and go over to the pool while Randy is gone.  That's a good
idea, Rog. Thanks for suggesting it.

"Suggesting what?" Randy asked as he stepped into the bedroom.

"Roger suggested to me that I go over to the pool while you're at the
thrift store.  Doesn't that sound like a good idea.  Otherwise, I'd be
sitting around the house jerking off.  I can't mud solo yet, so what else
would I do.  I've never been one to sit in front of the TV for hours. The
pool is a great idea.  Don't you think?" Joel asked.

"Yeah sure; why not? You can drop me off at the store and take my truck.
Just pick me up at 4 this afternoon."

"Four? What happened to 2?" Joel asked.

"I just got off the phone with the store, one of the volunteers has a
scheduling conflict and can't make it in today.  That's why I have to go in
a little early today.  In addition, apparently there is a special event of
some kind going on in the suite next to the store. The board wants to keep
the store open because they are expecting a lot of foot traffic due to this
event.

Apparently, this event occurs every year.  So, I'm going to finish my
coffee, shower, and head on over to the store.  So, my love, if you are
going to take my truck today, you need to be ready to leave with me in
exactly 41 minutes," Randy said looking over at the clock on the night
stand.

"OK, no problem," Joel responded.

Randy turned and walked back out to the kitchen.  "I should probably be on
my way too, Buddy," Roger said as he started to stand up.

"Stay a little longer, Rog.  We can all leave together," Joel said as he
grabbed Roger's arm pulling him back down to the bed.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Randy pulled into the parking lot at the strip mall where the thrift store
is located.  He put the truck in park and turned to Joel.  "Would you like
to come in an take a look around the store, baby?" Roger asked Joel.

"Sure.  I'm curious what it looks like since you are here regularly," Joel
answered him.  Roger turned off the truck and they simultaneously opened
the door and exited the vehicle.  Randy hit a button on the fob and locked
the truck.  They each made their way to the back of the truck and Randy
placed his hand on Joel's shoulder as they walked across the parking lot to
the store.

Randy opened the door and the little bells rang that were attached to the
other side of the door.  Maria, the store manager was standing behind the
counter at the register.  "Good morning, Randy," she greeted him with a
smile. "Is this who I think it is?" she asked.

Randy, who still had his hand on Joels shoulder, squeezed gently and urged
Joel to step forward. "Maria, this is Joel?" he said with a huge smile,
proud to finally introduce his boyfriend he told her about.

She stepped out from behind the counter and stepped up to Joel as she
extended her hand in greeting. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Joel.
Randy often mentions you," she said with a smile ear-to-ear.  "Good Lord,"
she continued, you are as handsome as Randy said you were. May I give you a
hug?"

Joel was a little surprised at such a friendly greeting.  It was a nice
surprise. He smiled and raised his arms stepping into Maria's hug.  Maria
hugged him gently and stepped back.  "I'm so glad to finally meet you,
Joel.  I want you to know how much everyone loves, loves your Randy around
here.  He is always such an immense help and never says no. We are so
fortunate to have him; this store has never been in such good shape.  If
anything breaks or goes haywire, Randy fixes it immediately. Come on, dear,
let me show you around the joint."

Randy could not help but smile when Maria grabbed Joel's arm and led him
off around the store.  Maria is seventy-six years old but she looks like
she's in her early fifties.  She takes good care of herself and she always
has herself dolled up looking her best.  She has a huge heart and it's a
pleasure to be in her company.  The Board of Directors could not have a
better, more knowledgeable Store Manager than Maria.

Randy stepped behind the counter and took his post. Every once and a while
he would hear little snippets of Maria and Joel's conversation and smile.
He was happy to see Maria and Joel getting on so well. She gave Joel a
personal tour and history of the store.  Periodically, she would stop in
mid-sentence to introduce Joel to the other volunteers in the store.  "I
want you to meet Randy's, Joel," she would say as she introduced him.

Not quite thirty minutes after Maria headed off with Joel, Randy saw them
coming up the isle towards him.  Even though he could not hear what they
were whispering and giggling about, he knew they were talking about him.
As they approached the counter, Randy looked at Joel and said, "The dynamic
duo is back I see," he said giggling.

"Oh, hush! You're not too old for me to take you over my knee for being
naughty!" she giggled pointing her finger at Randy.

"Yes, mother; sorry," Randy said in a child's voice.

Maria was still giggling when she turned to face Joel.  "I have to get back
to work dear; now don't be a stranger.  I'm so happy we finally got to meet
you, Joel.  It's so nice to put a face with a name; and such a handsome
face too.  Now, don't forget what we talked about."

"And you, hot-stuff,' she said to Randy, "just let me know if you get to
busy; I'll come right out and give you a hand," she said placing her hand
on top of Randy's. She smiled at Joel and walked away.

"What a sweetheart," Joel said as he leaned down on the counter.

"Yes, she is.  I love her.  So, what are you not supposed to forget?" Randy
asked.

"What do you mean?" Joel said.

"Just before Maria went back to her office, she told you to not forget what
you guys talked about.  Is she trying to recruit you?" Randy asked smiling.

"Oh that, yes, she asked me if I would be interested in volunteering. I
told her that if I do, it would most-likely be at the shelter not here in
the store.  I'd much rather work with the animals. I just don't see myself
in retail for the lack of a better term," Joel answered.

"Well, just so you know, if you do wind up volunteering at the shelter, you
would not really start out working with the cats and dogs, baby.  You have
to work up to being that kind of volunteer.  Plus, there is an orientation
that you have to go through before you can even start as a volunteer at the
shelter. They do that for your own safety as well as the animals in our
charge.  To a lesser degree, you would have to go through orientation to
volunteer here in the store too.  It's just not as detailed since we don't
have animals here in the store.  Just something to consider before making a
decision about volunteering."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Joel said almost disappointed.  "It makes sense
though.  It's a bit more involved than I thought."

"It very much is, baby.  As a volunteer, you make a serious commitment to
the cause.  This is a non-profit organization.  We are dependent on the
proceeds from this store, personal donations, and whatever grants that we
can qualify for.  We are extremely dependent on our volunteers; without us,
the volunteers, they could not do what they do and help so many animals.
This is a commitment not to be taken lightly. I have learned a lot since I
have been here."

"I'm not considering volunteering seriously right now anyway.  Once we
finish the house, I need to find a job, then I need to get a vehicle.  I'm
not going to be your houseboy for the rest of my life.  I just don't know
what I want to do as a career yet." Joel whispered over the counter.

"You'll figure it out, baby. Don't worry about it right now; all in good
time," Randy whispered back as he saw a customer approaching.  "I have to
take care of this customer gorgeous; I'll see you at four o'clock. Drive
safe."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Roger walked into his condo and tossed his keys on the kitchen counter.  He
thought about calling his mother-in-law to check in and see how things were
going with Tiffany and then decided he would call after he started the
laundry.  He walked into the master bedroom and into the walk-in closet
where the clothes hamper was located.  He looked at the hamper overflowing
with dirty laundry and sighed heavily.  "I fuckin' hate doing laundry," he
said to himself out loud.

He picked up the hamper and exited the walk-in closet.  He carrier the
hamper down the hallway and sat it on the floor next to the front door.
"Shit! I need quarters!" he said out loud.  He turned around and headed
back to the master bedroom.  On the chest of drawers in the bedroom, he and
Tiffany keep a large ceramic bowl and everyday when the get home from work,
all of their lose change gets dropped into this bowl.  There should be
enough quarters in the bowl to do all of the laundry; it fills up fast.

He grabbed the bowl from the dresser, carried it over to the bed and dumped
all of the change from the bowl out onto the bed.  He took a seat on the
bed and started plucking all of the quarters from the pile.  When finished,
he had a large mound of quarters.  He reached into the mound and took a
handful or quarters and stuffed them in the right-hand pocket of his
shorts.  As he walked down the hallway to the front door, the weight of the
quarters not only pulled down the right side of his shorts, but the
jingle-jangle of the quarters bouncing against his leg was annoying.

He grabbed the laundry detergent from under the kitchen sink and tossed it
in the hamper, then proceeded to press down on the clothes packing them
down tightly. He picked up the hamper, opened the door and stepped outside.
There were two laundry facilities in his complex.  One at the back of the
property and one towards the front of the property all the way over to one
side of the complex.

Each facility had five washers and five dryers, all of which were
coin-operated. As he carried the hamper to the laundry room, it dawned on
him that he really didn't mind so much doing the laundry, it was more
transporting the laundry back and forth from the condo to the laundry
facility. That was what he really disliked.  It would be nice to have a
washer and dryer in the condo.  Life would be much easier and certainly
much more convenient.

He quickly grew tired of carrying the hamper in front of him so he hoisted
the hamper up and rested it on his right shoulder.  He fully extended his
right arm up and gripped the top of the hamper rim to help balance if on
his shoulder and to keep it from tipping backwards. As he made his way down
the sidewalk to the laundry facility, a car passed him in the parking lot.
The rap music was so loud, and the bass so low, that the license plate on
the vehicle was vibrating.  "Assholes!" he said to himself as the car
passed him.

He stopped to adjust the hamper on his shoulder and saw the car pull into a
parking space ahead of him.  The passenger door swung open and this girl
stepped out of the vehicle.  She looked pretty from a distance.
Immediately behind her, a young man excited from the back seat.  He stepped
out into the parking lot, said something to the girl, and stepped up onto
the sidewalk.  The driver side door opened and another guy exited the
vehicle.  Now both doors were wide open and the rap music blaring.  "Damn,
dude! Turn that shit down," Roger mumbled to himself as he continued on his
way getting closer and closer to them.

Suddenly, the first male that exited the vehicle, turned and started
walking towards him.  As the guy got closer, Roger got a good look at him.
He was slightly taller than Joel, but still a slender, little guy.  He had
dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips, and a little stubble on his
handsome face.  He walked with a bit of a gangster-like spring in his step.
Roger stepped just a little to the side so the guy could pass him easily on
the sidewalk.  As Roger got closer, the guy suddenly stopped and stood on
the sidewalk, looking at Roger.

As Roger got about five feet from the guy, the guy gives him a heads-up and
says, "Dayum bro, yo' fuckin built. You work out?"

Roger stopped immediately.  "Um, yeah, a little. Why?" he said looking at
the guy as if saying, "Don't fuck with me! I'll drop you where you stand!"

"No, bro. That's cool, you're just fuckin', like, just like, bam!" he said,
sounding like an idiot eyeing Roger up and down.  "Man, your abs are just,
bam!"

Roger could not help but smile.  He looked down at himself and suddenly he
better understood why this guy was eyeing him so intently.  The weight of
the quarters in his pocket pulled his shorts down to the point where his
pubes were showing and he hadn't noticed.  He reached down and pulled up
the right-hand side of his shorts.

"Have a good day," Roger said and continued.

"Yah bro, you too," the guy responded.

As Roger passed by the car, the girl and the guy now standing on the
driver's side of the car, were swallowing each other's tonsils oblivious to
their surroundings.  The car doors were closed and the rap music was still
at a deafening level. Roger thought the girl was very pretty and yet he was
not in the least bit physically attracted to her.  She had everything in
perfect proportion; face, hair, tits, ass, legs, the whole shebang, but she
just didn't do anything for him sexually.  "What the fuck is wrong with
me?" he asked himself. "Three months ago, I would have fantasized about
banging her right there on the hood of the car or behind a dumpster."

Roger walked into the laundry building and noticed a couple of piles of
laundry sitting on the folding tables.  Apparently, people forgot to
collect it from the driers and others got tired of waiting for them so they
took it out of the dryer and tossed it on the table. There were two of five
washers available, one dryer, two in use, and two had stopped with the
clothes still inside.

He sat the hamper on the floor and started removing the laundry, placing it
in various piles on the folding tables.  Once he finished separating, he
had five piles ready for the washer.  With only one available dryer, he was
going to be there for much of the day.  "Ugh, maybe I should have gone to
the pool with Joel instead," he thought to himself.  He grabbed the first
pile and walked across to the washer and began the process.

Once he started the washer, he took the piles of dirty clothes that he
separated and tossed them back in the hamper to make room should anyone
need the table.  He sat the hamper on the floor in front of his washer, and
walked outside.

There were a couple of benches just outside the door so he took a seat on
the bench and dialed up his voicemail.  He has yet to finish going through
the remaining voicemail that Tiffany left for him.  There were so many that
he just couldn't listen to them back-to-back for an extended period of time
so he did it a few at a time.  Since he was going to be there for a while,
he decided to just get it over with, bite the bullet, listen to the rest of
them, and then delete them.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Joel walked into the back locker room closest to the shower block.  There
were several guys milling about of various shapes, sizes, ages and colors.
He had not seen it this busy before.  He ambled about the locker room in
search of a locker. A locker that was easily approachable as opposed to
having to squeeze himself between a small sea of men to get to. He spotted
one that would work and quickly claimed it.

As he turned the locker key to remove it, a gentlemen stepped up to the
locker right next to him.  He was tall, slender, bald, naked and soaking
wet.  The guy inserted his key into the locker and opened it.  He tossed
his towel on the bench and sat down.  He reached into his locker, grabbed a
fresh towel and brought it to his face.  As he dried his face and head,
Joel looked down to see the biggest cock he has ever seen.  It hung down
low and heavy.

"Good grief!" Joel screamed in his head.  "That thing is fucking huge!
This guy has a horse dick. His flaccid, soft dick is as big as Roger's dick
rock-hard. I can't image how big it gets when it's hard."

Suddenly, Joel realized that he was staring at this guy's cock.  Just
before he looked away, the guy looked up and caught Joel gawking at his
sizeable appendage.  "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I
apologize. I've just never..." Joel stammered before the guy cut him off.

"It's alright kid. I'm used to it.  Having a dick like this is a curse;
trust me.  I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy." He quickly dried himself
off, grabbed a pair of boxers from his locker and slipped them on.

"I am sorry; I meant no disrespect. I'm sure you get tired of people
staring and making rude comments," Joel said softly and with respect.

"Thank you; I appreciate that, kid. Apology accepted. Now relax, I'm not
going to take your head off for staring at my dick. My name is Calvin," the
guy said extending his hand introducing himself.

"Nice to meet you Calvin, I'm Joel."

"I haven't seen you around before Joel. You new?" Calvin asked.

"Yes, I was just passing thru but I've decided to stay." Joel answered.

"What made you decide to stay?"

"I met someone. Someone that changed my life. Someone that I fell in love
with," Joel said proudly.

"You're lucky, Joel.  Good for you.  I wish I could say that," Calvin said
as he slipped his polo over his head.

"Your still single then?" Joel asked as he slipped off his t-shirt.

"Yeah. Still single.  With my affliction, dating and relationships have
never worked out for me.  "What do you do Joel; for a living I mean?"

Joel dropped his shorts and took a seat on the bench next to Calvin.  As he
pulled his feet from his shorts, he said, "Um, I'm not working right now;
it's kind of a long, strange and bazaar story that I'd rather not bore you
with. You probably wouldn't believe me anyway; at the very least, you would
most-likely consider me crazy," Joel smiled bashfully as he answered him.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere except out to the pool.  As luck would have
it, long, strange and bazaar stories are my specialty. I'm a defense
attorney. So, if you're willing, I'd like to hear your story, Joel. You
have me intrigued."

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Roger looked up from his phone and checked the time.  "Ten more minutes
until the first load should be ready for the dryer," he said to himself. He
glanced around and off in the distance towards the parking lot, he saw the
same two people he passed making out at the car.  He lowered the volume on
his ear bud after deleting the last voicemail, closed his phone and tucked
it away.  He slowly ambled back into the laundry room and stood next to the
washer impatiently until the spin cycle ended.  At least there was still
one dryer available.  He would prefer not to have to remove someone else's
clothes from the dryer so he could use it.

He lifted the lid on the washer, removed an armful of clothes and tossed
them in the dryer.  Once the washer was empty, he put the next load in and
started up the washer again.  He glanced over at his dryer tumbling and
turned to walk back out of the laundry room to reclaim his seat on the
bench.  When he turned around, he saw the young, blonde guy he met on the
sidewalk earlier, leaning up against the door jam, blocking the door.

"Hey bro," the guy said to him tilting his head up. "Doin' laundry huh?" he
said.

"You don't miss much," Roger said as he approached him to exit the laundry
room.  The guy made no attempt to move so Roger could pass thru the door.

"Ah, excuse me," Roger said.

The guys made no attempt to move out of the way.  He just stood there
looking at Roger.

"What's your deal man?" Roger asked him preparing to get physical if
necessary.

"Chill, bro.  I'm not looking to fight, bro.  I just knew that you'd
probably be here since I saw you carrying your shit, I mean your stuff over
here."

"Yeah, I'm still here. I have a lot of laundry to do. Unfortunately, I'm
going to be here for a while. What exactly do you want?  Did I piss you off
or something?"

"No bro, it's not like that. I mean, I just thought we could, like, just
fuckin' chill together for a while.  My slut sister is with her fuck-head
boyfriend. The guys a fuckin' douche. I just want to kick-it with ya bro,
just for a little bit. Know what I'm sayin?"

"Look, I mean no disrespect, but this ghetto talk you've got going on here,
it's not working for me.  I do not understand what you are talking about.
So, if you don't mind, just say what's on your mind and say it in English;
I don't speak gangster," Roger said getting annoyed and expecting the guy
to take a swing at him.

"Damn bro, you've got some fuckin brass balls. I'll give you that.  You're
as fuckin' hot as you look. Damn you're making me hard, bro," he said
grabbing his dick and running his tongue across his teeth.

"Oh, so that's what this is all about.  I get it now blondie," Roger said
taking a step back from him.

"Yeah, that's right, bro. I'm into guys. Hot guys like you.  You got a
problem with that?" he asked lifting his shirt exposing the knife strapped
to his waist.

"First off, don't think for a fucking second that that fucking knife scares
me.  I'll take that fucking knife and shove it right up that skinny ass of
yours you little shit.  Second, I don't care if your straight, gay, bi, or
like to fuck hamsters.  Your tough act doesn't scare me, BRO!  Capiche!"

"Yeah, bro. I capiche."

"Good, because I'd hate to have to fuck up that pretty-boy face of yours,
blondie," Roger threatened.

"You're so fuckin' hot. You got my dick leaking, brah," he moaned as he
slid his hand down his pants.  Roger could see him man-handling his cock
through the baggy denim."

Roger really started to enjoy this little game. He was starting to have fun
and not even close to being concerned that he couldn't kick this guy's ass;
knife or no knife, he would prevail should it get physical. He was
confident about that. He knew how to handle himself in a fight.

"You're a little fag, aren't you pretty-boy," Roger hissed as he slowly
lifted his shirt up exposing his abs.  "You like what you see, don't you
fag?" Roger continued as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the
folding table close by.

"Fuck!" blondie moaned from the doorway as he pleasured himself. "You're so
fuckin' hot. Make a muscle, bro; flex for me," he begged.

Roger looked directly at him, brought both arms up bulging his biceps and
flexing his abs.  "You like that, huh blondie?"

"Fuck yeah, bro. What's not to like?" he cooed.

Roger grabbed his shorts pockets and very slowly pulled down so just the
top of his pubes were exposed. His dick was starting to inflate enjoying
putting on a little show for the guy.

"Lower, pull them lower," Blondie groaned.  "Let me see your dick," he
pleaded.

Roger complied with his request and continued to slowly lower his shorts
until his entire dick was exposed.  He stepped over towards Blondie and
stood next to the folding table, He peaked outside over Blondie's shoulder
to make sure that the area was clear, and then looked at Blondie
eye-to-eye.

"You want this cock, Blondie?" Roger asked with authority.

"Fuck yeah; real bad, brah!"

"Then get on your fucking knees!" Roger ordered grabbing him by the head
and pulling him down to the floor at his feet."

"Yeah, bro, feed me that big cock," Blondie growled.

Roger grabbed him by the jaw, squeezed and shoved his dick in Blondie's
mouth. "You best watch those fucking teeth too, Blondie.  If I feel one
fucking tooth on my dick, I drop you right there!"

Blondie immediately swallowed Roger's dick; his nose buried in Roger's
pubes.  "Yeah, blondie, that's a good fag, just like that.  Suck that big
cock. Good boy. You've done this before, haven't you, Blondie?" Roger
groaned.

Blondie bobbed up and down intently on Roger's cock.  Roger was a bit
nervous taking a chance like this, but his experience with Joel in the
truck at the supermarket lessened his anxiety about it.  He was enjoying
Blondie efforts but knew he shouldn't push it too far.  He should give the
guy what he wants and be quick about it.

"You want that fucking cum, don't you Blondie.  You want me to shoot my
spunk down your throat?" He growled lowly.

Blondie reached up and grabbed Roger's ass in both hands.  He muffled out
his approval and took Roger's dick as far down his throat as he could.

"That's a boy, suck the juice out of that cock!"

Roger grabbed onto Blondie's head when he felt his balls start to tighten
up.  "Almost there, Blondie, keep going.  That's it. Keep going."

Roger started to moan from deep within as he held Blondie's head and
thrusted forward unloading his precious cargo down Blondie's throat.
Blondie came up halfway as his mouth filled will Roger's precious gift.  He
swallowed one last time, scooped out the last drop and released Roger's
dick.  He fell backwards supporting his weight on his hands behind him.  He
looked up at Roger and smiled, licked his lips, and stood up.

"Damn, bro, that was fuckin' heaven.  You're so fuckin' hot and sexy,
bro. Thank you so much," Blondie said smiling happily.

Roger pulled up his shorts, reached out and quickly pulled Blondie hard
against him.  "You catch more flies with honey than you do vinegar.  Stop
being such an asshole!" Roger growled and quickly kissed him on the lips.

"You mean, you're not straight?" Blondie asked him in surprise.

"No, but I'm not gay either.  Let's just say that I have recently learned
how to appreciate a man's attributes just as much as a woman's.  Beauty is
beauty, Blondie.  He pushed Blondie back gently and smacked him on the ass.

"Danny," he said.  "My name is Danny, bro, not Blondie."

"Stop being an asshole, Danny, and speak English," Roger said as he stepped
up and grabbed Danny's dick.  "You're too cute to be an asshole so knock it
the fuck off."

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