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The Commune

Bobby had grown up in a commune. A community in the middle of a wilderness that was completely reliant on itself via farming and various members with different skills. At the commune there was a central religion - called Daddy Time. Daddy time worshipped the relationship between a Master and his boy slave, praying to a leather cap in the church. The commune had a ritual, everyone knew this, despite it being only viewable to the elders of the commune each year. Each year, when a straight boy in the community turns 19, they’re taken from their normal lives and made sex toys for one of the elders. This was seen as a good and honorable duty. But to Bobby, who was about to turn 19 in a day, this did not sit well with him. Bobby liked his current life, his parents took good care of him, he was popular at the commune college and a star of the football team. Additionally, he was straight and loved pussy. Any girl in his college was just dripping to fuck him and he was more than willing to indulge. But now….all of that was done.

“Coach, why is my locker cleared out? Don’t we still have some games in the season left?” asked Bobby, a few weeks back. His Coach had looked at him and laughed.

“Bobby, when’s your birthday?”

“In a few weeks”

“Boy, you turn 19 soon, you’re never playing football again” Bobby had left the college in tears that day. When he got home, he confronted his mother about whether he could get out of the ritual. His mother scolded him for looking down on the ritual and how the Gods of Daddy Time would not be happy with him. Bobby sighed and went up to his room. His room was getting progressively empty to the point that it was now just a mattress and some clothes in a bag, his parents were getting rid of his stuff in anticipation of the ritual.

“Dad where are my shoes?”

His father stuck his head into Bobby’s room.

“Oh right, so you will from now on wear sliders to show off your socked feet, ok?” said his father as he was handed sliders and instructed to take off his sneakers. Bobby took off his sneakers and handed them over, his favorite Nikes, probably never to see them again. He looked down at his white ankle socks on the carpet and shoved them into the sliders. Well, at least that is more comfy, he thought.

“Best get used to not even wearing that. After the ritual, you’ll just wear white socks constantly. No footwear. Just socks” said his Dad, before running off. Bobby sighed.

Now, the day before the ritual, Bobby was sleeping in a tent outside of his regular home, his clothes had been reduced to sweatshirt, sweatpants, his undies and calf length white socks, and sliders. He had been dropped from the college and slowly he was noticing people watching him as he walked through town. He then saw one of his best friends across the town square, sitting on a bench…..wearing the exact same outfit he was…..holy shit Kyle was turning 19 too! Kyle was a blonde boy who played soccer at the college, more bookish than Bobby, but still a guy to be respected on campus.

“Hey Kyle” Kyle looked up from staring at the ground. He smiled, until he saw Bobby’s outfit. Bobby sat down next to him.

“So tomorrow, huh?” said Kyle.

“Yeah” said Bobby.

“I’m nervous man, it’s such an important step in our enlightenment, but I just….I like what I have, dude. I don’t wanna give up everything.”

“I tried to get out of it”

“How did that work?”

“It didn’t”

“I don’t like dick” said Kyle. “We are never tasting pussy again? Or sucking on a boob….I’m annoyed. Is there anyone else?”

“I don’t think so”

“Oh Benjamin Garvey”

“He’s turning - “

“Yeah, he is” Benjamin Garvey was a thin skater punk of dude with dyed shaggy black hair and could be found at the skate park most days. He didn’t have many friends and was known for being grumpy.

“So three boys. Well, at least we’ll be in it together.”

“Do you have any idea when it happens?”

“Sometime on our birthday”

“I wish I knew specifically, could prepare myself better” Bobby nodded and patted his friends back.

Bobby spent the night with one of the girls that he had fucked regularly, dressed only in his boxer briefs after sex and with a drink in hand, the boy was all smiles for getting some pussy in.

“Do we have time for another go?” asked Cass, as she beckoned him back to bed. Bobby looked down at her phone (he’d been taking naked photos for her to keep as a memory), and at that moment the clock went from 11:55am to 12am.

“Could be any time now” Bobby threw the phone back to Cass and laid down next to her. “Hey do you…..you got a big house, do you think I could…..hide here?” “What?” said Cass.

“Like stay here and hide out from the -

“Oh. Well-” Cass kissed Bobby on the head and opened her bedroom door. “This was fun, Bobby. But….it’s your time…..HE’S IN HERE!”

“No! No! NOOOOO!” Men in leather uniforms burst into the room and hauled Bobby out of the house over their heads, in just his grey boxer briefs. He was carried to the commune church, where a crowd was forming, mostly the commune elders, mostly older men. He found himself pleading with the crowd, please let me go! They brought him into the darkened church and carried him down the center aisle to the alter (a marble table with a leather cap and riding crop on it). The alter area was lit with a ton of candles. He was dropped down on the stone floor and quickly stripped naked. He was then carried to a bath behind the alter and dunked into it, scrubbed with soap by various men. He was quickly dried off and led back to the alter area - where Kyle had been just brought and was currently being stripped naked, the boy was fighting back but there was no hope. Bobby watched his friend be dragged naked to the baths.

The men dressed Bobby in white calf length socks and a leather collar was put on his neck that attached to a chain in the floor. His hands cuffed behind his back with a chain attaching them to ankle cuffs on his feet. When the men finished, they stepped away from him. Bobby gasped as he saw a wet Benjamin being dragged back from the baths. They dressed and secured Benjamin in the same manner, just on the far end of the semi circle that was the alter area. Then Kyle was brought back and dressed/secured the same way but in- between Bobby and Benjamin. The three boys looked at each other in collective fear. The church was filling up with the elders chanting the name of the religion “Daddy Time! Daddy Time! Daddy Time!”

Then Elder James stepped up to the alter in a white robe. Elder James had been their preacher for years, Bobby couldn’t even think of time where he didn’t know the man. To have him running this event was humiliating and odd for Bobby. He was suddenly very conscious with everyone gazing on them that all three boys were naked besides white socks, and with their hands secured - no way to cover themselves up.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the ritual” said Elder James.

The crowd roared. Elder James looked at the boys and smiled.

“Hello Bobby, Kyle and Benjamin. Tonight is a very special moment for all of you. The time when you transition into sex toys, a beautiful moment for each straight boy at the commune. You should see this as an honorable duty, not a punishment or a some injustice. Your old life has ended officially and now you are remade into something of greater use.” “I don’t want to be someone’s play thing!” screamed Kyle. Elder James stepped down from the alter and caressed Kyle’s hair, petting him.

“It’s okay, Kyle. All who have gone before you in this ritual have had doubts. But there is no doubt that there is nothing better than the relationship between a master and his boy slave. A daddy and his boy. And you’re a better use to society this way. Daddy time!”

“Daddy time! Daddy time!” roared the crowd. Bobby looked back at the crowd and saw his mother with her arms in the air weeping with joy and shouting “Take them! Take them now!’. Bobby looked away.

“I ….am ready” said Benjamin.

Both Kyle and Bobby stared at Benjamin with shock. The two of them couldn’t even remember if they had ever heard Benjamin speak, that’s how much of a loner the boy was. And now he was….accepting his fate?

“I am ready to be a sex toy. It’s an honor that I will cherish, to worship whoever becomes my owner. I will reach my true purpose this way”

Kyle was pulling at his chains, but Bobby felt frozen. It was all too much, for a jock that had largely been calm and defiant in the face of this—-it was suddenly making him freeze. It would all be done, before he could wake himself from this stupor.

“Good boy, Benjamin” said Elder James as he stroked the boy’s chin. The crowd cheered. “We’ll begin with you”

A church helper arrived with a black box with red cushioning inside it. From the angle he was at, Bobby couldn’t see what was inside. Elder James reached in and brought out a leather cushioned panel gag, big and bulky. Elder James held it out to Benjamin.

“Kiss the gag”

Benjamin leaned forward and gave the leather a kiss.

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be without it after today, may it be taken off for you to eat and put back on, may there come a day where your voice is never heard and the gag is all that remains. Do you have any last words before we gag you?”

“I’m gonna miss my skateboard”

Elder James grabbed Benjamin forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the gag was violently shoved in his mouth, tied at the back of his neck and secured with a large lock. Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box. He held it out in front of Benjamin.

“May this blindfold shield your sight, may you only be granted sight when your owner agrees to it. May it make you helpless and obedient”

Elder James slapped Benjamin hard, almost sending the boy tumbling and tied the blindfold tight. Elder James then reached for one final object from the box, a chastity device. He held it out in front of the now gagged and blindfolded Benjamin.

“May this chastity device keep you from touching yourself. May it leave you agonized from having your cock secured and unable to be accessed until your owner unleashes it, for HIS pleasure. Remember, your body is no longer yours, it belongs to your owner. May it be so”

This is when Benjamin whimpered, as his cock was locked up in the chastity device. A thick cock, bunched up into a tiny plastic device. It must’ve hurt, Bobby thought. He looked over at Kyle, who was looking down at the floor, anything to not see what was about to happen to him. On the bench yesterday, Kyle had said he understood that this was the next step to their enlightenment….yeah how does that feel now? Bobby thought, overtaken by his own anger.

Elder James was now cutting Benjamin’s shaggy black hair that tended to fall into the boy’s face, which must’ve set something off in Benjamin, because he was now definitely shouting into his gag. Soon Benjamin had been given a crew cut, neat and boyish. The church advisor swept up the hair on the floor and grabbed a new black box. Elder James moved on to Kyle. Kyle was weeping in frustration. Elder James opened up the new black box and brought out a ball gag. He held it out in front of Kyle.

“Kiss the gag”

“I’m not gonna kiss that”

Elder James reached down between Kyle’s legs and grabbed the boy’s balls, squeezing Kyle’s balls. The boy gasping in surprise. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Elder! Please let go!”

Elder James let go. Kyle trying to catch his breath from the pain.

“Kiss the gag’

Kyle slowly leaned forward, trembling and kissed the ball gag.

“Please just hear me out, I can do a lot for the commune. I’m smart and I can help plan shit and I - this is not fair!”

Elder James grabbed Kyle forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the gag was violently shoved in his mouth, tied at the back of his neck and secured with a large lock. The ball gag was huge, forcing Kyle’s mouth painfully wide open, his lips barely covering the red ball at the gag’s center. Drool was already starting to roll down his chin. Kyle locked eyes with Bobby, whimpering in his gagged state.

Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box. He held it out in front of Kyle.

“May this blindfold shield your sight, may you only be granted sight when your owner agrees to it. May it make you helpless and obedient”

Kyle shook his head “no! No!”. Elder James slapped Kyle hard, almost sending the boy tumbling and tied the blindfold tight. Elder James then reached for one final object from the box, a set of nipple clamps. He put one on each of Kyle’s nipples and the boy cried out. Bobby was quickly realizing that each of them would be gagged/blindfolded, maybe given different gags, but the final object was a surprise - chosen for the specific boy. He wondered what his would be. Elder James said his speech about the nipple clamps and then moved onto Bobby.

“Hello Elder”

Elder James took Bobby’s face in his hand and squeezed it.

“I hear you’ve been trying to run from this ritual, boy. You can’t run. Bad boy”

“Can you blame me?”

Elder James spat on Bobby’s face, causing Bobby to gasp in surprise. The crowd, which had largely gone silent in focus as the boys were prepared, cheered. Another black box was brought forward. Elder James pulled out a muzzle. Bobby’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.

“Kiss the gag”

“Fuck….shit…”

“Kiss it”

Bobby leaned forward and kissed the gag.

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be -”

“Fucking hell, do it and get it over with. Fuck all of you!”

Elder James grabbed Bobby forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the muzzle was violently shoved in his mouth, the straps being secured all around his head, until Bobby’s face/head was completely encased in the muzzle. The muzzle was secured with a lock. Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box, gave his little speech that he had given to each boy and blindfolded Bobby. It was over, he was officially trapped. He heard Elder James take one more object out….Bobby prepared himself.

“May this butt plug get your hole ready to serve your owner. May it keep you wide and loose. May it make your hole even more pleasurable to the man you serve”

Bobby screamed through his muzzle, trying to pull at his restraints. NOOOOO!! Elder James laid the boy down and Bobby could feel a glob of lube stuck into his ass and then a great pressure as the butt plug was forced into his hole. Bobby was screaming into the muzzle. “Take it out! Take it out!” But no one could understand him.

Elder James stood at the center of the semi circle again near the alter.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the boys have now been prepared”

The crowd roared going into another chant of “Daddy Time!”

All three boys were now tied up, gagged, blindfolded, moaning messes. Bobby in a fetal position due to the plug, Kyle trying desperately to remove the nipple clamps and Benjamin pressing his legs closed, as if ashamed of the chastity device stuck on him.

“Now let’s enjoy some footage of the boys before we give out assignments. To remember them briefly as they were”

A screen came down from the ceiling and video started. None of the boys could see it, but Bobby immediately recognized it and was shocked. It was a video that Cass had insisted on shooting a month ago of the two of them fucking.

“I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Cum for me, ugh baby, your pussy is so wet, you’re gonna make me cum! OH FUCK!” moaned Bobby in the video.

In the video, Bobby moaned for what seemed to be forever, letting forth a gush of cum. The crowded clapped in approval.

“Such strong seed, Bobby. And a lot of it. Your owner will be very happy about that. A great milking opportunity. Next video” said Elder James.

The next video made Kyle forget about the nipple clamps for a moment.

“Ugh yeah baby, you like my cock? You like it?!”

Kyle heard the bed trembling underneath him. How the fuck had they filmed him doing that? Every morning in college, Kyle would wake up and hump his bed like he was fucking someone, talking dirty too.

Kyle in the video took one final loud thrust and came, moaning into his pillow. Again the crowd clapped.

“We have such vocal boys, so into dirty talk. Thank goodness we’ve taken away your voices. So naughty. Next video”

Benjamin waited in humiliation. What would they show for him?

“I’m so horny” said Benjamin in the video. Benjamin gasped, it was a video that he sent to a girl via a sex app. Benjamin in his boxers feeling himself up until he came, his voice breaking into a high pitched cry as he soaked his boxers in cum.

“So beautiful” said Elder James. The screen went away and Elder James addressed the room again.

“Boys, that was the last of Bobby, Kyle and Benjamin. Those boys are now gone. Those lives gone. Bobby, you will now be known as Fido. Kyle, you will now be known as Slave. Benjamin, you will now be known as Slut. Fido, Slave and Slut. And now, your owners….”

Three men stepped forward from the crowd.

“Mr. Lorrie, for your service as a farmer. You are gifted Fido. May he serve you well”

Mr. Lorrie?! The large bear of a man who tended the green houses and would always given him a glass of a water when he passed the man on his morning runs. The boy’s abs glistening with sweat as he stopped at the greenhouse. That Mr. Lorrie?!

A large hand was suddenly petting his head.

“Hello Fido” said Mr. Lorrie. Bobby screamed into his gag.

“Mr. Timbers, for your service to the Commune. You are gifted Slave. May he serve you well”

Mr. Timbers was a muscled stud of an old man, who usually took care of new residents of the commune. He had always scared Kyle, just seemed so strong and his tongue tended to lick around his lips in a way that was sexual. Kyle flinched when a hand roughly gripped his shoulder, only to reach down and pull on the nipple clamps, causing Kyle to cry out.

“You are definitely my play thing, slave” whispered Mr. Timbers, his deep voice sending shivers down Kyle’s spine.

“Mr. Lu, for your service to the Commune. You are gifted Slut. May he serve you well’ Mr. Lu was the head of the commune schools and colleges, and known to be a tough guy that loved discipline. Benjamin had gotten in trouble with the man for many years, skipping school, etc.

“Hello Slut” said Mr. Lu. “I finally get to give you all the pain and discipline, a bad boy like you deserves. I’ve longed for this”

Mr. Lu grabbed Benjamin roughly by the hair and slapped him a few times.

“Okay men, you have your boys. Boys, you have been transformed. It is time for the first bonding between Master and Boy. Let us take to the cliffs”

Each boy was unchained from the floor, as their masters lifted them over their heads, a hand against their shoulders and a hand on the their asses, the tied up boys dangling in the air. Their socked feet flopping about. Each master carrying their boy down the center aisle, as if they were holding a prized piece of meat above their heads, the crowd shouting “DADDY TIME!!!!!”.

The cliffs were just that, a set of cliffs at the far edge of the Commune, overlooking the ocean. For this event, three wooden platforms had been made on them. On the far left one, Bobby was tied spread eagle by ropes. In the center once, Kyle was brutally hogtied, to the point that his socked feet (all the boys still wore white calf length socks, and only that) were touching his head almost. On the far right one, Benjamin had been tied to a wooden post, his arms tied above him and his legs spread in a spreader bar. Slowly the new masters put on a show for the crowd. Mr. Lorrie fucked Bobby. Mr. Timbers whipped Kyle’s feet until Kyle was sobbing. Mr. Lu whipped Benjamin’s back, shouting at him to apologize for being bad. The boys would never see each other again, in fact their view of each other before being blindfolded was the last sighting. After being used on the cliffs, they were packed into boxes and shipped to distant dungeons where their new owners/masters/daddys would continue training them.

Bobby lay in his box as he was shipped, now covered in Mr. Lorrie’s cum, tied up again, still naked with just white socks, still gagged and blindfolded. He couldn’t believe this night, couldn’t believe what had happened. He was still Bobby, he kept voicing to himself. Mr. Lorrie, traveling with the box, had obviously heard him.

“No boy, your name is not Bobby anymore. It’s Fido. I’m gonna make you a good dog, Fido. Need that in my garden. A good dog.’

“I’m Bobby” moaned Bobby thru his gag. “Shh Fido, be a good pup”

Fido whimpered in his gag. Mr. Lorrie reached into the box and caressed Fido’s balls to comfort him.

“It’s okay, Fido. One day, you’ll be grateful for this. You will thank all the elders for giving you the honor of serving a man’s cock. Shhh. Can you say woof, Fido?”

Fido woofed into the gag.

“Good boy, Fido. Good boy. I think the first thing we should do when we get to your new home is milk you. Getting out some of that thick cum of yours will certainly tire you out. And I long to drink it. Oh Fido, I’m gonna drink your cum every day.”

Fido woofed into his gag. Bobby becoming a distant memory.

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Story time

This is a half true story. I leave it here for your enjoyment. Let me know if you like it and I’ll post more.

Dave

When I was 15 going on 16, I worked at a restaurant with a bunch of friends from school. We were busboys and kitchen staff. One friend was named John and we were fairly new friends even though we’d known each other since middle school. John was about my height—5.10 and growing, about my weight—150 lbs., same blond hair as me but with very blue eyes to my hazel. We looked like brothers and John was hot. I was ok, but John was one of the best looking guys in our class.

At that time my dad had joined a club downtown and it had a great weight room and gym. I went with my dad a few times and got the lay of the land. It had a great weight room, basketball court, racquetball courts, and a really nice lap pool/steam room/sauna/hot tub area. It was a male only gym and locker room, so all these middle aged guys walked around naked. My dad called it his fat old man gym and he basically just went to sit in the hot tub and read a book.

I’d been working out there for about 3 months by the end of summer. And, because I was 15, the work showed off pretty well. I hadn’t gained much mass but my arms were a little bigger, I had the beginnings of abs and pecs, and my shoulders were coming along. I was still mostly hairless other than an average bush and some armpit hair. I was a late bloomer and would not get chest hair until college and after, so at 15 I was a typical twink sophomore.

After school started I turned 16 and kept working at the restaurant. So did John. We both played soccer and in the high school locker room and during shirts/skins games John saw my progress. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I’d been going to the gym. Our high school gym was pretty low rent and no one really liked to work out there, so I invited John to work out with me after school one day. I had become friends with the manager over the summer and he let me bring John for free (they typically charged for guests). It became a routine that John and I would hit the gym around 3:30 when we got out of school. The gym had workout clothes for the members to change into because it was in an office building and a lot of the members came down to workout during lunch. The “uniform”, as I called it, was a grey t-shirt, blue gym shorts, and a jock strap. I never really thought much about it and I always wore the clothes provided. John didn’t like wearing the shorts (they were kinda short and were not in fashion at all) and he always brought his own. But he wore the jock and t-shirt. And damn did he look good in a jock. He had a much nicer ass than I did and the jockstraps framed it perfectly. It was white with two perfect globe cheeks. He had a sexy tan line from his waist to his lower thigh. He was so hot in that jock I still jerk off to the memory.

As I said, John looked a lot like me, but he had these piercing blue eyes, like Ryan Gosling, a model’s face, and a killer smile. I had a big crush on him, but of course he didn’t know that. When we changed we’d do what boys that age do a lot–turn away from each other and pull our shorts on and off fast, so no one saw our dicks. And we never got fully naked. We’d just workout and change back into our school clothes and go home and shower. When I wasn’t with John, I’d often shower there and go steam. The locker room had a great steam room that was a huge square with tiered bench seats. It was usually empty and I’d just lay down and relax for as long as I could stand the heat. Then I’d shower and leave. I loved the way the steam made my skin soft after. And I won’t lie, sometimes I’d jerk off in there if the place was empty.

John and I worked out like this for about a month. One day I had a dinner party to go to with my parents and I needed to shower at the gym to make it on time. I told John I was going to shower after and he said OK. I didn’t think much of it to be honest, but deep down I hoped he’d join me. After our workout I took off my shoes and put them away in my locker and walked in my gym clothes to the shower area where the towels were and you could leave your dirty clothes in a hamper. I took off my shirt and shorts and then I saw John walking up behind me.

He said, “Hey, figured I’d check out this steam room you always talk about,” with a smile on his face. Damn he was cute. He knew it too and he was a huge flirt, but he acted that way with everyone so I didn’t read into it. I was standing there in nothing but a jockstrap, kind of shocked and kind of turned on. I could see John look me over and take in my fairly worked out body in the jock. He undressed as well and I got us both towles. I handed him his towel and got my first real look at him naked. I’d seem him shirtless tons of times in the gym and playing soccer, but I’d never seen his cock before. I was a little shocked because it was kind of small. I have a fair sized dick, maybe bigger than most, but his was like 1.5 inches long and pretty small in circumference. He was circumcised at least, but his limp dick was about the size of my pinky. Despite that, he looked great, like a young adonis (all those Greeks had small dicks too!).

We wrapped our towels around our waists and went to the steam room. It was pretty thick with steam and hard to see much past a few feet. I walked over to the far side and sat down on the top row bench and John sat below me and laid down. There was no one else in there. When John laid down, he put his hands behind his head so I could see his pits, and he stretched out so his towel fell down a little and I could see the top half of his pubes. By this point I had a half wood, but I hid it under the towel. We talked for awhile and then decided it was hot and we went to the showers. The showers in this place had stalls, but with two shower heads per stall. We each got in our own stall, though, and cleaned up. We dressed and left and I went to my dinner party and John went home.

This started a new routine, where we’d workout, steam, and shower. Each time I got to see more and more of John naked and we got to be a lot less shy in front of each other. After a month or so, we’d take off our clothes by the locker and just walk naked to the steam room, like all the old men did. We weren’t afraid of being naked anymore and we got a lot more comfortable with it. I was still scared I’d pop a boner checking John out, and maybe he was a little shy about his small dick, but it felt good to be so freely naked.

After a while, I discovered what the little shower within the steam room was for–you could pull a chain and cold water would come out and cool you off. So I started doing that, and kind of showing off John in the process because I have a pretty dick and I knew it.

One day I got up to cool off in the steamroom and I must have been more excited than I thought I was when I was sitting down, because after I got wet I looked down and I had half wood that was showing off pretty well. I wasn't’ fully hard, but there was no doubt I was excited. John noticed and pointed at my dick and said, “Damn Joe, nice boner! HAHHAHA!”

I tried to play it off, but I’m sure I blushed. I laughed and said, “You know how it is, sometimes my dick has a mind of its own. I just get random hardons!” and I grabbed my junk and shook it a little. My dick is about 6-7 inches hard, and I was at about 5-6 at this point. Walking back to my bench I went over to John and swung my dick in his face, just fooling around. It was hard to tell, but he looked a little too long to not like it. I sat back down next to him. By that point, my dick was fully hard and pointing straight out from my body. I sat there and kind of played with it, pulling it down and watching it pop back up and slap my stomach. I was just screwing around and fucking with John, but I was super fucking hard and horney as hell.

I said, “Dude, I’m so fucking hard right now, I don’t know if I can walk out of here like this.” John said, “I know man, I’m getting hard too,” and sure enough his little cock was pretty hard as well. He was about 4-5 inches hard (a grower for sure), but still skinny in girth. We actually had pretty similar cocks–both straight with a circumcision scar, head in proportion to our girth. But his dick was like ½ the size of mine.

I said, “Well, what are we going to do about it…?” as I continued to play with my cock. I stared at him and he looked back and me and smiled and said, “Dude, I need to bust a nut. Let’s just jerk it in here.” I was sold!

We sat next to each other on the top bench and started stroking. We didn’t look at each other and he had his eyes closed most of the time. I was checking him out on the sly and having a blast. I had to stop after a minute because I was close to busting and I wanted it to last. John sat there, eyes closed, feet and legs stretched out jerking as hard as he could. He opened his eyes and I could see him take a quick glance at my dick, that I was slowly stroking. His balls were slapping against his thighs as he jerked furiously. I saw him tense up and his chest developed a deep shade of red as he approached climax. I saw him take another quick glance at my dick, then he busted all over his stomach. He shot 3 nice ropes of cum, but it was nothing compared to the deluge I let go 5 seconds later. I shot 6 or 7 times. The first shot went over my head and hit the wall. The next got my face, then chest, then stomach. I was covered in cum.

John laughed and said, “Shit Joe! That’s the biggest nut I’ve ever seen!” I laughed back, half out of breath from my massive orgasm and just said, “Yeah….that…was…needed…ohh man…wow…” I sat there, catching my breath and closed my eyes for a second, letting the orgasm take over my body as I went through my post-nut-high. I opened my eyes and John was wiping himself off with a towel. I grabbed my towel and wiped the cum off my torso, but I forgot about the cum on my face. John had a huge grin on his face and said, “Joe, you still have cum on your face. You fucking slut! You look like you just sucked a dick! Hahahahha!”

He thought it was hilarious. I wiped my face with my hand and came away with a pile of cum. I acted like I was going to wipe in on John and he backed away laughing. I chased him for a few steps and then stopped and wiped the cum on my towel. I was still half hard when we walked out, but there was no one in the shower area at all. We threw our towels in the hamper and got two fresh ones and walked to the stalls. I got in my usual stall and then John joined me in same stall. That had never happened before, but I guess when you jerk off together you shower together.

We washed our hair and soaped up. All I could do was watch John wash his ass, which I swear he did for like 3 minutes. Then I was hard again. John turned around and saw me watching him and saw my dick. He played it off and said, “Fuck Joe! Again?” I said, “Yeah, it’s been like 3 days since I jerked off, I guess I’m still horney.” Then I noticed he was getting hard again too.

We didn’t say another word to each other. I got some soap and started jerking off again and he did the same thing. We were standing across from each other, not looking at each other, but not looking away either. Just two dudes jerking off in the shower. I came pretty quick and shot my load into my hand. John followed me by about a minute and shot his load on the floor and it washed into the drain. We looked at each other and grinned and kind of gave a “Whew, that was fun” look to each other. Then we got out, toweled off, got dressed and went home, like nothing had ever happened. Of course, more was about to happen.

After that we became semi-regular jerk off buddies. We’d jerk off in the steamroom if no one was around, then shower together and go home. After a few weeks of this, I started to be a little more bold in my checking John out while jerking off. I noticed he closed his eyes less and less and played with his balls (was he playing with his ass too?) more and more. I thought up, what I thought, was a clever way to take it to the next level. One day I said, “Hey, let’s see who can get off first, like a race.” Because guys love competing, right? John was game, as usual. Then I upped the ante. I said, “What does the winner get?” John shrugged and thought for a second. Then he said, “Loser gets cummed on!” Praise the lord! That’s exactly what I wanted him to say!

So the bet began. Honestly, I didn’t care if I won or lost, I was a winner either way. So I took my time jerking off and sure enough I could see John getting close. He tensed up, got red in his chest like he always did, and started to make his O face. I just watched him, loving every second. He stood up and over me, then shot his load. All over my face. I wish I could say I sucked his dick, but I didn’t have the courage. I took his load and let a little into my mouth. It tasted salty, but good. John was laughing his ass off and I tried to act annoyed. I wiped his cum off my face and made my next move–I used it as lube to jerk off. I don’t know if he even noticed, but I loved it and I blew my load almost immediately. All our cum was mixed on my body by that point and John was toweling off and walking to the shower. I took a little more of the cum and ate it. God, it was so fucking good. Then I cleaned myself up and joined him in the shower.

Little by little, we got more adventurous. Cum shots became a challange to see who could cum on whose face first. I usually lost (on purpose), but I got him a few times as well. Once I timed it perfectly and shot a little into his mouth. John didn’t complain so I felt like I was making progress. One day we were just sitting there talking, not jerking off or anything, and sex came up. John had a hot girlfriend, but he was complaining about how he never got a blowjob from her. I said, “I’ve never had a blowjob before.” John replied, “What?! Dude, it’s the best! It feels soooo good. If they do it right. I mean, if she uses teeth, it fucking hurts.” I said, “I’ve never even had a handjob, to be honest with you.” John was incredulous. “What?! Joe, you’re a good looking guy, how have you not had a handjob yet?” “I don’t know, I just never had the opportunity.”

And with that, John reached out and grabbed my cock (which was rock hard by now), and gave it few tugs. He smiled at me and laughed and said, “There, now you’ve had a handjob!” I laughed back and said, “Damn, that did feel good.” I let that comment linger a little too long. I stared at him a little too long. Then I said, “Want to swap handjobs?” Silence. For like 15 seconds. I panicked inside. My heart was racing. I could see John was thinking, but what I had no idea. I’ve fucked this up, I thought.

Then John said, “Sure man. We just can’t tell anybody about it” and he smiled at me. That smile melted me. I laughed back at him and played with my dick a little, then I looked at him and reached for his dick. He was rock hard. He leaned back and let me go to town. I jerked him for a while, then he jerked me for a while, then we jerked each other. I was trying to wait to cum, but he caught me off guard with a few strokes and I busted out of nowhere. The cum went all over both of us. He let go of my cock and I moved to his cock. Then, as he was getting close, he pushed my head down onto his cock, forcefully, like it was not an option. He held it there with both hands while I jerked the last few strokes and within 10 seconds of him grabbing my head he was cuming in my mouth. He fucking exploded!

I had never sucked a dick before, let alone swallowed. I gagged and almost threw up. I let all the cum fall out of my mouth onto his dick. He let go of my head, but I kept it there and went back to sucking him for his last few ropes of cum. He pulled me off and said, “Wow. That was amazing. Uh, sorry about that dude, I couldn’t resist and I wanted to nut so bad.” I said, “I guess it’s alright, as long as you do that for me.”

From that day on, we swapped BJs in the steam room or shower most days. We never did it anywhere else and we never told anyone about it. It was our secret workout cooldown plan.