Novel: Root Cause

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Chapter 1: Having People Over
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David stepped mindlessly out of the shower. Most things he was doing lately felt bereft of purpose, intention or joy. He was probably in a middling depression though he had yet to put those words together. All he knew was that he had not felt any joy in going to work in over a year. It had started out much better but five years of putting his heart and soul, and every creative fiber of his being into finding a treatment, without even a hint of success, had drained him. Failed experiment after failed experiment and new team members constantly traipsing through the lab, all coming in with fire and energy, and all leaving discouraged and convinced the effort was useless; this took a toll.

He reached for a towel hanging on the wall. Immediately he felt the soft fluff of the freshly laundered material. Just by touching it he stirred up the smell of the fabric softener which today was woodsy and bright. If he had stuck his hand in a nest full of baby chicks it could not have been softer. He relished the instant but was immediately troubled. He hated that his mom felt obliged to do housework for him. “Honey, please let me do this,” she had said. “I am already such a burden.”

“Mom, you are never a burden, I can take care of those things and you don’t need to tire yourself out on things like that,” he would respond.

That conversation had been repeated many times over. Recently, she had gone further. “Hijo,” she said, “I know I am a burden. You never have people over, I feel like I am in the way, maybe you will be better if I go to Catarina’s?”

Her head slouched forward a bit, she was crying. She had said ‘people,’ not girls, not women, not girlfriends. It was her acknowledgment of an unspoken secret between mother and son. It was the best this kind and gentle Christian woman could do at the moment. She had seen her son struggle for years with his own desires. She had seen him go through a slate of physical changes and an existential crisis all at the same time. He had been such a good, happy kid and then puberty hit. He became withdrawn, serious, mostly sad, and with every passing day, he had fewer and fewer friends. She felt guilty at the time. She believed that she had imposed a burden that he had accepted and internalized, and he had done everything in his power to become someone different. She was not sure what she was ready to accept, but his unhappiness for the rest of his life felt like a horrible price. Was she ready to watch him hold hands with a man? Could she be ok with him kissing a man? She was not sure. She was certain she could not watch him attempt to kiss another woman. If she knew nothing else, the kiss he shared with Tammy Calvin was absolutely a sin – and a disastrous one at that.

“When I’m ready, mom.” He lifted her chin gently with his finger and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “When I’m ready I’ll bring people over.”

“Thank you for taking care of me, David.” The conversation had been left there.

David pulled the towel towards his body and let the fibers, which felt like a million silk covered fingers, caress his chest and abdomen. He pulled the cloth up to his face and dried off the golden brown hair. He let the towel rest over his shoulders and looked briefly at the mirror. His dick caught his eye. He was glad his parents had left him intact and he was grateful for whomever gave him the genes that resulted in the biggest dick he had ever seen in real life and bigger than most he had seen in porn. It was no small irony to him though that one of the most beautiful dicks on the planet got so little use. He had used it, on both men and women. He so wanted to enjoy the women but mostly he felt inauthentic. It often took Viagra and a lot of mental notes from favorite Twitter accounts to get him through those experiences. The few fucks he shared with men had been better in terms of his own motivation. But worse as they were the source of a great deal of guilt and anger.

He let his hands travel slowly down the center ridge of his square, full pectorals. His fingers made small circles as they traveled past a beautiful patch of soft hair that grew from mid chest down to the underside of his lower chest. Large nipples, each nearly the size of a silver dollar began to contract at his touch. He put his thumb and index finger briefly in his mouth and came back to pinch his now erect nipple. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting out a soft moan as he pinched harder. The smell of his soap and towel, the softness of the cloth around his neck and the touch of his own hand created a sensory cloud, he let himself be cloaked in it for just a few minutes, knowing the real world was just outside the bathroom door.

His left hand traveled down his treasure trail, a thin line of hair under his belly button, but which widened substantially at the base of his cock. The hair was soft, it gave him the appearance of virility and strength that was the envy of anyone who saw him shirtless, his well-formed muscles certainly contributed to both the impression and the admiration he received. His pubic hair grew much thicker and wilder than the rest of the hair on his body and seemed like a thick moss from which the majestic, massive pole sprung away from his body. He slid his meat between his middle and ring fingers, pushing his hand up and away from his crotch as the fingers rode his cock all the way to the foreskin covered glans. He moaned again as he felt himself getting hard. He stopped fucking the space between his fingers and instead gripped his dick with his left hand, barely making the full circumference. It was nearly eight inches round and eleven inches long, it was an ass wrecking crew of one.

David looked again in the mirror. His dick was beautiful. His abs were not popping like they did when he was a teenager, but he preferred this growing fit daddy look. He still had a phenomenal six pack, a beautiful natural tone to his skin thanks to his mother’s Colombian roots, and a dick so straight and so fat it could have made him a millionaire on OnlyFans.

As he began to stroke faster, his hazel eyes stared at the muscles on his left hand, he could see his chest and abs contracting, the rhythm was beautiful to him and every pull made his dick harder. He moved his right hand down to his testicles. He grabbed both balls and twisted and pulled them as he continued to jack his meat slowly. There was a dull, pleasant pain. Underneath his dickhead he could feel his frenulum stretching every time he pulled his sac. He loved the soft ache he got when he squeezed his balls tight.

He beat his dick faster and moved his right hand back to his lips, sucking on his right index finger and then moving it behind him as he bent forward and put his face all the way down on the counter. The granite was cold to his cheek, moist from the condensed steam that had filled the room during his shower. As his ass cheeks spread open, his wrist helped him navigate to his goal. He could feel the soft dusting of hair on his ass and the contours of his generous mounds of muscle and soft flesh. He felt his way along as his wrist descended and his fingers spread his cheeks apart to make space for the wet middle finger to do his bidding.

His finger knew where to go. Muscle memory knew where his hole would be found and he started drawing figure eights with his wet finger over his tight pucker. He had never let anyone fuck him but he wondered if the feeling of an actual dick would be proportional to the pleasure he felt when he finger fucked his own hole. With that thought, he pushed on the doughnut shaped muscle. After about a minute, he could feel his finger was dry. He thought he should stop but his dick was not in agreement. It wanted to explode.

He reached up with his right hand towards a bottle on the counter and quickly pumped a small amount of lotion on his fingers. He want back to working his hole as he continued to masturbate with his left hand. The pressure of his finger tapping, pressing, pushing, and rubbing his hole provided phenomenal sensations. If there was joy in this day, it would be in this moment, he thought. As his finger continued to insist, his hole eventually relaxed until it gave way with just a flicker of pain. It was gone in the time it took David to slide the full length. He was close. He continued to fuck himself, pressing and prodding on his prostate, while his left hand took to beating his cock furiously, the friction and heat sliding over each nerve ending on his cock augmenting the pleasure he was creating in his hole.

As he felt his load building, he pulled his finger from his ass and away from the prostate he had been massaging. He quickly grabbed his towel and threw it in front himself on the counter, moving his right hand down to his dick, two-fisting his throbbing torpedo as he flexed his back, pushing his hips forward and tilting his head to the sky.

It was a silent torrent. Ribbon after ribbon of sticky cum jetted from his thick, golden brown cock head and soaked what had been a pristine towel minutes earlier. He said nothing and felt everything. His balls tight against his body, the pulsing muscles twitching deep inside him pushing out all his creamy goodness, his dick thickening with each pulse as if the heart of a wild beast were beating just inside his shaft. At the last stream subsided, he milked his dick for the remaining droplets and shook it with one solid flick onto the towel. He wiped his dick on a clean corner, gathered the towel up in a clump with the cum side in and threw it in the laundry basket. Evidence gone. He washed his hands of cum and ass juice and wondered if his mother knew about the abuse her freshly laundered towels took. He went through ten to twelve of them a week, probably she knew.

David put on his boxer briefs, adjusted his still engorged member and went into his room to get dressed for a job about which he no longer felt hopeful.

 

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Chapter 2: The Boy from Ipanema
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David walked downstairs dressed as he usually did, wearing pair of jeans that fit snug on his ass and package and a little loose around his waist. This was less a fashion statement than a practical choice. His round and well-developed buttocks took up a lot of real estate and his sizable cock and balls did nothing to help the situation. He had to buy pants a size up to avoid becoming a walking obscenity at work. While he indeed avoided showing the world the full outline of his member, the effect was all the same alluring and manly.

Casual observers saw a well-dressed man with a tight-fitting shirt that highlighted his large pectorals, the shirt straining at the outer edges and the bottom of his full chest muscles. Those who looked closer would also have noticed the shirt tucked neatly into his pants, and without even a hint of a belly, the waistband seemed to hang ever so slightly away from the body, almost beckoning someone to reach in to see what in the world could create such a bulky package.

All his mother saw was her clean, beautiful son sauntering down the stairs. “Hijo,” she said, holding out a small thermos, “I made your coffee just the way you like it.”

“Thanks, mom,” he said, leaning over and giving her a peck on the cheek. “How do you feel today?” he asked, as he did every morning.

“Oh, Parker and Sons will have to wait a bit longer to claim this body,” she said, pulling Davids’s face in with both of her wrinkled hands and giving him a soft, kind kiss on the forehead.

She had been diagnosed with Parkinson ten years back and had done well to manage the disease for a long time, continuing her work as a schoolteacher and later as an administrator when the disease took a heavier tool. Eventually, two years back, she had to permanently retire and move in with David. There had been other options on the table, including long term care at a facility. She had the money for it, her husband had always taken care of his family, including upon his death when the family discovered a two million dollar life insurance policy that he had purchased the day before he married Deana. His death had been a second gut wrenching punch in the same year they discovered Deana was ill, but the loving act of their father was squarely in line with his character. They all wept when they discovered how he had secretly paid for the insurance policy by skimming on his fuel budget early in the marriage when every cent counted. He would bum rides and even walk to job sites to pay for the policy. While David and his brother Alex and sister Catarina were all prepared to take care of their mother, this made the process far easier.

In spite of the money, none of the children could fathom letting their mother wither away in a facility. They spoke at length and decided that David would take her in while she was still relatively independent. When she needed more help, she would move in with Catarina who was still raising her young family at the time and knew that her mom moving in would mean Deana would attempt to take on too much of the work. If they could hold off the severe symptoms for ten years, Catarina’s kids would be out of the home and she’d be ready to take over the bulk of the responsibility. Staying with Alex was out of the question as he had chosen to stay in his small, three bedroom house even after his fifth child was born. He would have needed to purchase a new house to accommodate their mother and probably would have also had to hire someone, as his wife Rebecca, could not really help much given the massive workload in the home. The siblings agreed to this plan ten years ago but as their mother seemed happy to help her youngest child who was still alone and still single, now in his thirties, she was in no hurry to leave his side.

“Still can’t bring yourself to say the word, mom?” David asked, playfully.

“Ay, hijo, I don’t know that Parker man was, but what idiot names a disease after himself? Especially one that keeps people sick for decades?” she responded, every bit of logic tight as an old jar of marmalade.

“Do you want breakfast today?” Deana asked, her hands still holding her son’s face.

“No, mom, thank you,” answered David. In fact, he rarely ate breakfast. He was almost never hungry in the morning and had decided many years back that he was fine with just his coffee. His mom had taken to putting in a dash of heavy whipping cream, unsweetened, and he had accepted the edit to his routine, but actual food seemed almost repulsive for him at that hour.

“Can I have my face back?” he asked, smiling playfully at his mother. This was a routine they often repeated. Can I have my face back. Only if you promise to bring it home. What if I forget it at work? I will never forget it, hijo.

They repeated their lines as one might a loving mantra. It was tender and pure and a moment both loved when it happened. It was never planned but it was always something both cherished, a private exchange between mother and son, each of whom loved the other with every cell in their body.

David grabbed his coat from the coat rack near the door along with his messenger bag. He put the coat on and threw the bag over his shoulder, dropping the closed thermos inside. The coat was a gray, wool pea coat that hid his most obvious assets but rendered him no less attractive. It added dignity and mystery and provided another layer to peel off of him for those who enjoyed fantasizing about men on public transit whom they’d like to see separated from their clothing. When he wore it, his broad chest and full bum was still obvious, but the eye gravitated to his face. He was stunning. His wore his hair cropped close on the sides but long and pulled back and slightly to the left on top. He could have modeled sunglasses with that look and the permanent golden hour skin tone he had been blessed with, but it would have been a shame to cover his eyes the color of honey. “Hojitos de miel,” his mother would sometimes comment when he made a joke or something else made him laugh. When his mood was light, it was most evident in his eyes which seemed to radiate affection and love and it was in one such moment that he earned this moniker.

His face was square and his eyes were set forward a bit more than his father who had had a deeper, more rugged look. David’s eyes were larger and more prominent with long eyebrows and lashes that were the envy of all the women who noticed such things. His cheeks were youthful, full and slightly rounded, in the best Latin tradition, while his jaw was prominent and perhaps the most masculine and dominant feature on his face. As he walked to the bus stop, those who saw him from behind could appreciate his shapely athletic thighs and calves and the slight up step he took with each stride as he had always walked on the balls of his feet.

He took a seat in the mostly empty bus and pulled his coffee out of his bag to take a sip. He was tempted to also pull out his phone from his pants pocket but instead closed his eyes and thought about his post-shower masturbatory session. He shifted slightly in his seat as he remembered his finger pressing into his hole. He was not sure if he let out a slight moan. He kept his eyes closed and tilted his head, to the casual observer, he had fallen asleep.

David was not sleeping. Instead, his thoughts had gone back to the first person that had pressed through his virgin sphincter. It did not happen the first time they fooled around but the source of much of his gay learning had come from a beautiful young man whose name was Renato. He was a Brazilian student in his Introductory Spanish class his first year in college. David’s mother had insisted he take Spanish all through high school so that he would not forget all she had tried to teach them throughout their childhood. This made Spanish an easy elective in college and David took several of these courses so that he could more easily focus on the difficult science curriculum that eventually culminated in his biology degree. David was amused at seeing a Brazilian also taking Spanish. It felt a bit like cheating since Brazilians seemed to have an easy time understanding him when he spoke to them in Spanish. Of course, who was he to call out cheating when he had a Colombian mother at home all these years?

 

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Chapter 2: The Boy from Ipanema (continued)
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His friendship with Renato started out quite naturally. They were practically the same age, Renato was just a few weeks older and had just celebrated his 19th birthday before moving to the U.S. to study. They sat next to each other in class and were often paired up for speaking exercises as both young men had extraordinarily good language skills compared to their classmates. One assignment on which they were paired was the final project for the class, a theater piece that they were to write and perform together. The piece had to somehow focus on events at the United Nations as the teacher wanted the students to focus on more complicated vocabulary and the verb tenses one uses when insisting, directing, and persuading. Up to their necks in subjunctives, the two boys decided to take a break and they headed down to the empty kitchen in an empty house.

David slipped some pizza in the oven and warmed it but was surprised to see confusion come across Renato’s face when he just placed the open pizza box on the kitchen counter. “What’s wrong?” he asked Renato through a mouthful of pizza.

“You Americans are funny,” Renato answered in what David could only describe as a charming accent. “You just eat so many things with your hands! Why you don’t eat on a plate, like a person?”

David found this something between adorable and hilarious and he let out a hearty laugh. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a plate and set in front of Renato, still chuckling. But Renato seemed to hesitate and crinkled his olive-toned brow. He was a beautiful young man with dark brown eyes and a tussle of curly hair. His last name was di Romani and from somewhere in his background, Italian genes still shaped his figure. His skin tone was the result of an undecipherable blend of Sicilian and Caribbean roots that looked ‘Brazilian’ in their sum. For David who knew this skin tone from Colombia, Renato had a familiar beauty and though he had pushed away many a tantalizing thought about the young man in front of him, he could not deny his natural youthful attraction.

Renato asked in a hesitating cadence, “It is just, I am wondering, do you have a knife and, um, the thing with sharp teeth to pick up food?”

“Really?” asked David, amused and surprised. “Knife and fork to eat pizza, on a plate?”

“This is normal for me,” Renato answered, somewhat abashedly.

David smiled, “You are my guest, if this is how you eat pizza, no problem for me.”

He smiled and handed Renato the silverware. Renato took them with one hand and with the other, he touched David’s chest as he said “Thank you.” It was not a sexual touch, at least it was not meant as such. David would learn that Brazilians enjoyed a freedom with their bodies that Americans generally did not. Colombians too could be generous with touch so David was not completely surprised and did not misinterpret the friendly gesture. But it did mean a level of trust that Renato probably did not share with many other people at school. David though about this for a split second and without thinking much at all he put his hand on Renatos chest as well, then to his arm where he gave Renato’s bicep a slight squeeze.

The two remained silent as they finished off their first slice of pizza, talking only long enough to decide to move to the couch to watch some TV while they ate more. Renato placed his plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa and continued eating with a knife and fork. David at first sat at the edge of the sofa and watched television. He adjusted his position and pulled his legs up onto the couch in a quasi-squat position, with his legs somewhat spread open and his toes dug into the cushion below him. David saw Renato glancing his way a few times, a brief smile flashing across his face each time he did. He was suddenly nervous, David could see it but could not figure out why. Perhaps he felt self-conscious about the cultural miscues.

For a few minutes, David was pulled into the television show, a rerun of Friends that made him laugh and relax. He sunk into the couch and crossed his legs underneath his body, his back still to the inside arm of the couch so that his body was mostly facing Renato while his head was turned towards the television. He was suddenly pulled out of the TV show as a hand made its way up the left leg of his basketball shorts. They were loose and provided zero resistance to the intruder. David froze and stopped breathing while Renato continued rubbing his leg in slight circles. His hand inching closer to the growing mound trapped in David’s white briefs.

David found the will to inhale and he turned to Renato who was paying no mind to who was on a break and how hot was the copy girl. Renato’s face was intently focused on David’s package as he slipped his other hand up the David’s right leg. He wanted to say something but didn’t. If Renato had not been filled with every type of youthful lust he might have noticed the look of fear and dread in David’s eyes, but he was intently set on a goal. David opened his mouth and put out a sound that could best be described as a moan. Renato took this as consent and briefly smiled again as he looked up and saw David’s head tiled back slightly, his mouth agape.

The young Brazilian man, far more experienced than his American friend, slipped his fingers under the leg bands of David’s briefs and from two directions began to explore the massive ball sac that held the largest testicles Renato had ever touched and an already too thick “piroca,” as the Brazilians call it, that was at least 18cm long and still not fully hard. Filled with desire and curiosity, Renato slipped David’s dick through one of the leg bands in his briefs and the whole package easily plopped out of the loose shorts.

Undeterred and not asking questions, Renato pulled on David’s thighs to bring him into a more reclined position and facilitate access. He quickly dove mouth first onto the massive donkey dick he had just discovered and gulped as much of it as he could in one go. He was experienced but nothing he and his cousins, or neighborhood friends, had tried ever came close to this size. As it grew in his mouth it seemed to push him away and he could not take it all in. He desperately wanted to inhale every inch of the massive member until his nose was buried in the untouched virgin patch of pubic hair he saw nearly a foot away from him.

He continued to open his mouth and throat as much as he possibly could, pushing his limits with each cock dive he took. He was struck by the beauty of this dick. It’s color, it’s taste of man, the incredible heat it generated like it was filled at its core with magma. He was relegated to mostly working the head of David’s enormous cock and licking up and down the sides of the giant shaft. As he did this, he played with David’s balls, sometimes licking them, sometimes pulling them into his mouth while he used David’s heavy bat to beat his brow and the top of his head. He was mesmerized and made love to every millimeter of David’s dick.

Though several minutes had passed, David had yet to utter a word. The word he most wanted to say was stop, but that was a different part of him. The part of him that had a Brazilian suckling on his rod, that part was in control right now. He had fantasized about this many times but each time he had shoved the thought away, cursed it for being wrong and sinful and busied himself with anything and everything to not focus on the dirty ideas that seemed to come at him and wanted to pollute him at every opportunity. But where does one push dirty thoughts when a dirty little cocksucker is attached like a newborn calf to his never-seen-it-that-huge-before manhood?

He grabbed Renato’s shoulders and pushed him away suddenly, abruptly. Renato was immediately frightened. Pulled from a moment of utter ecstasy, all he could see in David’s darkening gaze was a fury and determination he had never before witnessed.

“You want to suck cock, you faggot?” David heard someone say. It sounded like he had said the words but the whole thing felt out of body. A hard slap whipped Renato’s face and he fell on the floor like a rag doll discarded after too much use.

His eyes filled with fear and a stinging pain now woke him from all the pleasure he had been feeling. He was about to stand and apologize when he noticed David was not coming after him. Instead, he had quickly moved further down the couch so that he was briefly laying on the couch. To strip off his pants, David planted his feet firmly and pushed his hips up into the air. His massive cock, still hard and gleaming with Renato’s spit and throat juice, jetted up into the living room air like a massive antenna, his own Washington Monument: straight, tall, proud and thick. With a quick movement, David pulled his shorts and underwear down past his ass cheeks and then curled up into a ball to pull them completely past his legs. He plopped back down, naked from the waist down, his dick and balls fully free and exposed.

“Puta,” he said, looking directly into Renato’s soul. “I asked you a question. You want to suck cock?”

Renato nodded hurriedly, nervously, not sure when he had permission to return but suddenly more turned on than ever.

“Then come choke on this until I am so far down your throat, you can feel me opening your ass from the inside,” David growled.

Renato felt a surge of adrenaline and leapt onto the couch, landing in between David’s legs. As soon as he was close enough, David roughly grabbed him by his hair and yanked him onto his dick, pushing down in the same motion. “You don’t get to come up for air until I see my cock bulging out of your chest! You got that you cock sucking pussy?”

David was truly not sure who was speaking. He knew he was not possessed in the Exorcist sense but something wild and untamed had taken over. In a brief second of panic he let go of Renato and put his hand softly on his jaw, pulling him up for his first long breath in a while. “Am I hurting you?” he asked Renato, trying to find a reason to stop and defeat whatever it was that had taken over.

The look of bliss on Renato’s face would have answered the question on its own. “Fuck no, David. This is the best dick I have ever seen in my life! Make me suck it! Sou puto sim, quero piroca de macho!”

David’s Portuguese was not well developed but this was close enough to Spanish that he knew the little bitch wanted a man’s cock. Whatever resolve against this urge might have been building on the basis of doing Renato harm, it completely dissolved.

“Ok, you fucking little slut!” said David, jumping up and again grabbing Renato by the hair and pulling his head as far back as it would go, though Renato’s eyes remained glued to David’s massive babymaker. His stare was hunger, it was want, it was need. He craved a fat cock in that moment and no humiliation could be called suffering if it meant he would get that back inside him somehow. “I am going to give you all of it. Every inch. I tried to let you suck it the nice way but your fucking face cunt couldn’t do it. Now comes the hard way.”

David pulled on Renato’s hair until he had positioned him against the opposite arm of the sofa, his head completely dangling off the edge of the couch. In that position, David threw his leg over the young Brazilian so that he was straddling him, his head now trapped between David’s thighs, David’s ass on his chest and his balls on the Latino’s chin.

David grabbed his dick which had been resting on Renato’s nose and he leaned back just enough to slide it into Renato’s mouth. In this position, he was too easily hitting the roof of Renato’s mouth, so he leaned forward enough that the angle worked and he hit Renato’s throat. As soon as he felt the opening, he pushed down with all his body weight. Renato’s eyes nearly burst with the pressure. His throat burned, it hurt more than anything he had ever felt but he wanted to be face fucked, face raped. He had never known he wanted this but in the moment, he was in a rhapsody of pain, slobber and bliss.

David pushed until his pubic hairs were deeply nestled in Renato’s face. If he blinked, Renato’s eyes could feel the thick hair like some fucked up butterfly kiss. He instinctively tried to swallow, as if by swallowing he could lessen the immense pressure he was feeling. David felt the muscles tighten and this only drove him more wild. He began to fuck Renato’s face with a fury he had never once imagined. With each thrust a thunderous torment of insults and curse words flew out of him like the first streams of cum that would soon fill Renato’s esophagus. “Fucking little pussy bitch! You want to seduce me? You want to touch without fucking permission you vile faggot? I will show you how a man takes what he wants from little servant boys with pussies for mouths. Yeah, that’s you. Look how big the pussy hole on your face is stretching. Yeah, open up lady boy. What’s wrong, too much dick? Didn’t you want it? Didn’t you try and take it when I wasn’t looking? Fuck around and find out little pussy bitch! This is a man filling your face and throat”

At one point Renato was about to pass out and David quickly jumped off and turned around, holding Renato in the same position on the couch. He again leaned forward but with this angle he could mostly stand straight while he face fucked Renato whose nose was now being closed off with each thrust as David’s massive sac completely covered his nose and nostrils when he went balls deep. Renato’s eyes also gained access to a new feast – David’s incredible ass. He was not sure if he could touch it so he just began to caress the trench while getting used to David’s thrusting.

David noticed it but he did not care. He was close to nutting and the fact that he could see his own dick pushing into his cocksucker’s body as far as Renato’s clavicle only intensified the lust he was letting course through his body. For once it was not porn, it was not a jerk off session fed by Tumblr. There was a human attached to his cock. Time seemed to slow slightly, the energy and feelings intensified. He glanced down, seemingly his head moving slowly, and he saw a massive wet stain marking most of Renato’s crotch.

He smiled. “Did I make you cum bitch? Your face pussy hole wired down to your cock you tiny little puto?”

Renato nodded from somewhere underneath David and this made the young man all the more horny. Without saying a word he grabbed tight Renato’s chest, finding his nipples through his shirt and pinching both of them mercilessly. Renato wanted to give out a scream but all this did was open his throat just enough that David was as deep as he had ever been in his Brazilian’s talking twat. The extra inch was a massive thrill and he began to cum. It seemed like he was feeding the young foreigner liters of ejaculate. It took him a long time compared to his prior experience, to empty out his balls.

David let go of Renato’s nipples and began to pull out of him. Renato tried to nurse the last drops of spunk from David’s dick as it was being pulled out of his mouth. But something had changed. It was sudden and very dark as if all the doors had blown open and a northern wind had chilled the room by fifty degrees. David did not look at Renato and quickly put his dick away. He grabbed the silverware and plate from the coffee table and went to place it in the kitchen sink. Renato followed him, now worried.

“Are you ok, David,” he tried to say, though his throat had clearly taken a beating.

David looked at him through tear-filled eyes, “I am sorry, Renato! I am sorry!”

“It’s ok, that was awesome,” he said, moving closer to give David a hug.

“No!” David yelled suddenly. “No, you should go. Please. Please go.”

The man who had owned him a minute ago had shriveled and was now completely gone. “Ok,” Renato answered. “Just bring my stuff to class tomorrow.”

David saw Renato walk out and wished for something he could do to turn back time, something to undo what he had just done, all of it. A few more tears escaped his guilt-ridden eyes and he could not find relief anywhere. He put the living room back in order, opened a window for some air and was relieved that Renato had taken all of his semen down his throat. He knew he came buckets and it would have been hell to clean that up on top of everything else.

With a jolt, David was pulled from his memories. His dick straining underneath his pants. Someone had bumped his leg as they walked past him towards the bus door. His coat was covering up the unexpected erection but David adjusted a bit anyway to relieve some of the pressure created by his pants. One more stop and he would need to get up and walk into his office.

 

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Root Cause Ch 3: Dana Clinic​

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As David exited the bus, he crossed the street and walked briskly towards the Dana Clinic Building where he worked. The research facility mostly focused on diabetes and other diseases of the endocrine system. His work, on the other hand, was both very secret and potentially quite controversial. He worked alongside a team of about ten researchers and as many research assistants, handpicked by the President’s Advisor on Science and Technology from a catalog of names and faces belonging to the offspring of America’s richest families.

David walked past the LGBTQ offices on the ground floor and found his usual elevator. As the doors opened, Jeff, the LGBTQ Center Director walked out and gave David a warm hello. “Hi there David, how have you been?”

“I’m great, Jeff, thanks,” David answered quickly as he shuffled into the elevator and awkwardly waved goodbye with one hand and pressed the button for his floor with the other. “See you later!”

The doors closed and David went back to thinking about his work. Yale had agreed to host this research as it came with a massive grant of nearly one billion dollars. This had been awarded shortly after a large Republican victory in Congress handed both chambers over to the GOP, with a nearly veto proof majority in the Senate and more than a few scared midwestern Democrats following along with whatever the new leadership put on the table.

Among the funding that the new Congress approved were multiple measures to research sexual health topics. Specifically, a dozen or so schools were tapped to research topics like gender dysphoria, suicidality in transsexual youth, the long-term health implications of transitioning, the mysterious and severe drop in male sperm counts, the health benefits of circumcision, and the root causes of same-sex attraction. Additional funding was available for universities that identified potential health issues that could be prevented or treated.

At Yale University, researchers quickly published their findings on two related areas of research and this allowed them to apply for an additional grant of an unheard of, $947 million dollars, at least unheard of in the health sciences, to be spent over ten years. The researchers confirmed findings, long ago published by other scientists, that homosexuality was not genetic but was instead a condition created in utero when the mother’s body rejected or suppressed testosterone produced by the fetus. These conclusions proved controversial in terms of the implication that homosexuality was an endocrinal abnormality but were as yet unrefuted by other research. The mechanism seemed to involve the mother’s body actively seizing and filtering out testosterone produced by the fetal testes which would have normally masculinized the brain and other physical features like the penis. The absence of testosterone could leave the child without verifiably male genitals, though this was quite rare, or much more commonly, it could result in some level of same-sex attraction.

In a separate study the researchers also identified much higher suicide rates among gay teens than the population at large. The conclusions in this case were expected and confirmed other research on the topic. Much of this seemed to be caused by the degree to which teens considered their same-sex attraction to be a source of unhappiness. Most teens adjusted well but a striking number suffered from depression and went on to hurt themselves. This trend could be seen in both religious and non-religious communities and did not seem to be impacted by economic status or parental levels of education.

Researchers estimated that among the 3.7 million children born every year, 110,000 of them would develop a strong same sex attraction as adults. Of these, about 60% would struggle with depression, 70% with anxiety, and suicidality was four times higher among this population group. Many more would die from drug abuse, a loss rarely attributed to sexual identity but as researchers found, this was often a factor. While some research programs at other universities were looking at cures for depression or psychological approaches to encourage self-acceptance, Congress also had asked research universities to consider the development of a voluntary cure for same-sex attraction. Yale had put forward one such proposal.

David entered his research lab and was immediately greeted by Mark. “Hey slugger, why the long face?” he asked.

“Hey, Mark, no long face here, just another day in the salt mines, mining for nothing in particular apparently.”

Mark smiled, he was a charming man, handsome and a little younger than David, but not by much. He had come to work at the facility through a series of unexpected twists and turns. Though he himself was comfortably exploring all aspects of his sexual attraction, his brother had committed suicide when he was only 16. It was a devastating loss for Mark and his parents. They knew what he was going through, it was a bit obvious. They did not push him to date girls or ask about his personal life and they constantly left hints that they loved him and nothing he could say would change that. They brought gay friends over and showered the guests with love and affection to show Devin, Mark’s younger brother, that there was nothing to fear in their home. They talked to the school and ensured that the school’s anti-bullying programs included protection and promotion of programs to help young gay kids feel supported.

None of it had been enough. One day Mark walked into Devin’s bedroom to see why he was not ready for school and he found him lying in his bed. His body dressed in a suit and tie and a note clutched in his lifeless fingers. In the note he apologized for not being the man he thought he should be and thanked them for their unconditional love. The note went on to say that he did not want a life like this and that he dressed in his best suit to make the burial easier for his parents. He apologized over and over, some of the words marred by likely tear stains the boy had cried as he wrote those final lines. Mark too wept for days. He could not speak at the funeral and spent nights curled up in his brother’s bed trying to bind the smell of his pillow and sheets to his mind so that he would never forget a single detail about him. It was months before he could smile again, but the pain of his loss was just a tiny detail away. A favorite song, a favorite food, an image of a favorite artist on TV, there were so many things that reminded him of Devin and they were everywhere.

“Hey, why don’t you let me buy you a cup of coffee,” Mark asked motioning with his head towards the coffee machine in the break room.

“I brought my own,” David said, “mom cooked it up for me, it’s still piping hot.”

Mark smiled again. “Ok, then come drink it next to me while I get one of my own.” He nodded as if to answer his own invitation.

David returned the smile and softened his shoulders as he followed his handsome colleague into the break room. The room was empty as usual and Mark simply pointed to a table in the corner, signaling where David should go park himself. He made his coffee from the shared fancy espresso machine and dropped a dollar in the coffee jar. He added some half and half to his double espresso and walked over to where David sat quietly and from where he had been watching the lithe body of the former college baseball player make himself coffee. David and Mark were casually friendly colleagues, which meant they were approachable and at times shared a few pieces of non-work information, but David guarded himself. He knew this research was controversial and could someday destroy his career and perhaps more. He did not want anyone to know about his family, who they were or where they lived and so his conversations had been either purely surface level or related to work.

As Mark sat, he put his hand on David’s arm. David instinctively recoiled but caught himself. Mark noticed the jolt and appreciated the small bit of trust David had shown him. “Do you know why I came to work here, David?” he asked in a soft tone that indicated the time of few personal details was about to be ordained to history.

“I lost my brother four years ago,” he said. “He hated being gay and there was nothing we could do to make him feel well. We tried. We poured out our love at every opportunity. We told him we were so proud of the person he was becoming, so kind and generous, so deeply concerned with the wellbeing of others. He was so creative, it was crazy. I had no doubt he was going to grow up to be a phenomenal musician, I still have some of his orchestral compositions with me. He was phenomenal.”

Mark’s eyes were filling with tears. David was not used to this, much less at work, but he could not walk away now. Mark was trusting him and, if he was honest with himself, he already understood why he had decided to share these intimate details of his life with him.

“I don’t know what we could have done differently, except for one thing,” Mark said, choosing his words carefully, speaking them in the cadence of someone asking a grave and serious question in a way that would not risk being misunderstood. “I would have just asked him if he was gay so that he wouldn’t feel like this was burden he had to carry or a process he had to go through alone. We thought it was better to let him come to terms with how he felt on his own. It was terrible and costly mistake.”

David opened his mouth as if to speak, his right hand moved gently atop Mark’s which was still holding his other arm. A few tears began to escape David’s eyes, welling up so that he could not see clearly anymore. He did not want to wail, he did not want to embarrass himself but something had broken inside of him and it needed to get out. Mark saw it building and quickly rose up, walked to the door to close and lock it from inside the break room. It was doubtful anyone would interrupt them this early in the day but just in case.

“It’s Ok, David. I’ve been watching you. I’ve seen you go from an energetic, happy man to someone whose eyes bear the same pain as my brother’s did before he passed.” Mark spoke with compassion and a tenderness that David did not how to interpret or even why it was directed at him at this moment.

“I don’t want to be like this,” David said, his shoulders suddenly shaking as he was filled with a dread and sadness he could not in no way contain, control or even influence. Waves of tears shook him. Years of self-loathing crested and crashed over him and he had nothing to do except feel their weight, surrender to their force and hope there was relief somewhere in sight. Mark had leaned in close, he was now holding David in his arms and he began to gently kiss his forehead. He held him tight and for what seemed like hours. No man had held him this way, ever. David only understood the warmth and the safety inside of Mark’s embrace. It was as if the arms wrapped around his back and the hand cupping the back of his head could steady him against the unrelenting tides of emotion that had suddenly taken over his body.

After a few minutes he felt himself beginning to regain some control. He noticed Mark had kissed him on the cheek. This startled him and he leaned back, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know, David,” Mark answered, his brow betraying at least some level of confusion. “I just wanted you to feel loved.”

“Love?” David asked, wiping away tears. “Why would you love me? We’re co-workers, barely friends.”

Mark smiled again, wiping his own tears from his eyes, he leaned forward to again grasp David’s hands in his. “I love you because you are my brother. Because you are my hope to save others like him. I love you because you are kind and smart and because you want to solve this riddle more than anyone in this facility. I wasn’t sure at first but for the past year as your joy subsided and you fell into this funk, I became convinced that you hated the fact that you like men.”

“David,” Mark asked, coming closer still to him. “Have you ever tried making love to man? Giving into your attraction in a way that honors how you were made?”

Dave was more than confused by this question. “I just told you I hate this part of me, you know it’s torture, now you are asking if I ever gave into it?”

“As I see it, there are two choices when you discover that you like men. One is to fight it tooth and nail, hate yourself forever and perhaps attempt to pretend you are only attracted to women,” Mark said flatly. “This could lead to a lot of unhappiness if part of your pretense involves marriage and children. But there is another choice which is to just embrace how you feel. Accept that you are different, one of the 3%, and lean into the special experiences only men can give one another.”

David recoiled again, this time abruptly. His confusion caused Mark to crack a smile. “David, I want you to find a cure so that men who hate themselves can be well. I don’t know for certain if that is the right thing to do, I am sure gay rights groups will want to burn us alive if they find out what we’re doing, but my gut tells me giving people the option is the right thing. But we may never find the cure. We certainly won’t with you walking around in a general state of fuck-it-all. Have you ever given it an honest try?”

“It?” David repeated, in a heavy sardonic tone. “By ‘it’ you mean fuck a guy? If so, yes, I have fucked a few men.”

“And?” Mark asked. “How did it feel?”

David paused. He was not sure what to make of Mark. He was second only to David in his eagerness to find a treatment but here he was kissing him and asking him if he had ever made love to a man. David was not sure what to do with this, but he wanted to trust someone, he needed to trust someone, he had been sliding into despair and an occasional morning wank was not going to solve his problems. He let down his defenses and decided he would be forthright. “It felt fine in the moment,” David admitted his face pointed downwards. “But the good feeling did not last past the nut.”

Mark let out a hearty laugh. He understood post-nut regrets better than many. “Sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to laugh but you are not the first man to regret sex after the semen clears the system.”

“But tell me,” he continued, “how do other men respond to you during sex? Do they seem to enjoy it, do they pursue you afterwards?”

David shrugged. “Some do. Some complain I am too rough, they ask me to make love to them but that’s not my thing. Some follow me around like puppies but I rarely want to have sex again right away, so they get tired of waiting for another heat to hit me.”

“Heat?” Mark said with a wry smile. “Oh, my.” He paused and let out a long breath through his nose. He stared intently at David. “Tell me, David, when you say that the sex is rough, what do you mean?”

Again, David shrugged. “You know, I fuck their faces hard, call them names, slap them around. They all whimper and some complain but no one leaves and no one tells me to stop. So I just fuck them hard, as hard as I can. Sometimes they fuss that they bled because I hate using a ton of lube and I’m kind of big, but fuck’em. They came to dance they can’t bitch and moan about the boots I’m wearing.”

Mark’s face distorted into a quizzical frown. Suddenly, in a moment of apparent clarity, he reached out and placed his hand on the back of David’s neck and gently pulled him closer. David was confused but did not resist. “I want you to trust me, David. This will be different.”

 

[danielXdemedici]

Hey, I will be away a few days so I thought I would post a couple of chapters early. Thanks for the support everyone. If you want to read the rest of this story earlier than I will be publishing it here, and you want to see some exclusive content (more every week) follow my Patreon.

Please enjoy. And please note, this is a work of fiction and all sexual depictions involve fictional characters over the age of 18.

Root Cause Ch 4: A Kiss​

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Mark pulled David closer and for a brief prelude, David let it happen at Mark’s pace. He had never kissed a man in any of his prior experiences and though he was not officially opposed to the idea, he was also not seeking it out as kissing seemed far more intimate in his mind than the random blow job or even anal sex.

As Mark placed his lips on David’s, David immediately noticed his lips were dry. He did not want this to be uncomfortable and so he slid his tongue between the two of them, wetting both their lips. Mark pulled back slightly, a bright smile plastered on his face. He came back towards David and kissed his lower lip, sucking in the flesh a bit, just enough to let David know someone was taking him in slowly. Mark was an excellent kisser and as David surrendered himself to the expert, he felt Mark go from suckling on his lower and upper lips to having his mouth instinctively opened wide as Mark dove in to glide his tongue across David’s own. At one point, Mark captured David’s tongue and sucked on it as well, much as he had done to his lip, so that it seemed to float out of David’s mouth.

David began to feel an intense desire. Two hours ago he did not know Mark was gay, bisexual or whatever he was, and now all he wanted to do was capture, own and destroy every inch of the man’s body. Without thinking, and in line with his prior experiences, he grabbed Mark by the hair and yanked him back, pulling the handsome man out of what had just a second ago been a thoroughly enjoyable first kiss. Mark looked bewildered. His mouth was still agape, his tongue floating just past his lips, just as it had been in David’s mouth, and it too did not know what had just happened.

Mark managed a smile, his head still cocked back. His teeth, all in perfect alignment, undoubtedly the result of expensive orthodontics, and a crisp ivory white, were about to move as he seemed to have something to say when he was suddenly confronted with a massive chug of spittle. His face was now covered in David’s saliva.

“You want to show me how to love man faggot?” David said through gritted teeth, a look of absolute lust imprinted on his face, “let me first show you how a man fucks.’

Mark let out a chortle that quickly escalated into convulsions of laughter. David’s lust left his face like leaves strewn in a brisk wind and he was now the one that looked utterly confounded. His sexual partners had always responded with eager anticipation and surrender. Mark’s laughter was confusing and humiliating. He had already let go of Mark’s hair which he wore short with slightly more length on top, apparently enough for sex-crazed macho fuckers to grab a grip. The effect was carefree and sporty, as he if he were ready to film a cologne commercial for Giorgio. David’s manhandling had mussed up the do but with one quick pass of his hand, Mark rearranged the whole thing.

He was coming off of his one person comedy hour and stood up to grab some napkins and wipe the spittle off of his face and shirt.

“The fuck, David!” he said, the eternal, ever-confident smile still adorning his handsome Italian face. His deep brown eyes looked at David who was now clearly in the throws of some self-pity and doubt. His tone softened, “Where did that come from? We were having a good time.”

“Guys all seem to like it,” David said, his eyes downcast.

“What guys, exactly?” asked Mark. “Mostly guys in the closet?”

“Yes,” answered David, still refusing to look up. “And a couple of really effeminate guys too, they really get into it.”

“David, for whatever reason that I am not going to unravel anytime soon, some men like to be dominated and humiliated as part of sex. It’s part of their enjoyment. Have you ever tried softer sex? Something where your goal is to make love to the other person?” Mark asked, his tone was calming, David was able to finally reestablished eye contact.

“I thought that’s what we were doing,” he answered, disclosing that he was clearly on a different plane than Mark.

“At the start, yes, we were,” Mark explained. “At the start, I was trying to make you feel good and you were doing the same. We were each looking for ways to pleasure the other. At least that’s what I was doing.”

“Not what I was doing at all,” replied David a bit sheepishly. This caused Mark to again chuckle.

“I know, David. The shower of spit part gave you away,” he said, as he slowly shook his head. He seemed to be searching for a better approach to reaching David, one that did not require a face shield or special raincoat.

David too was unsure what to do next. He didn’t understand what Mark was talking about, he clearly had crossed some line that made the experience not enjoyable, but this was the only cake he knew how to bake. He had never practiced other recipes which he had considered not just dull but clearly bereft of passion and urgency. “I fucked it up, I guess,” he said finally, breaking a minute of silence that seemed to have lasted a century. “I’m sorry.”

Mark put his hand back on David’s thigh where it had been playing with an impressive mound of growing flesh during their kiss but was now considerably less hard. “We need to actually do some work today, but are you free tonight?” Mark asked.

David’s relief was palpable and as he relaxed the tension in the room seemed to relax with him, as if all the air molecules went from a state of immovable suspension to their natural ebb and flow. “I was just planning to go the gym and then home, no other plans,” he answered, an involuntary and hopeful smile briefly passing through his lips.

“Let’s go work. I need to check on the last assays in the lab that are maturing today. I doubt we nailed the structure of the receptor binders, but every failed experiment is one we don’t have to do again. How about I join you at the gym and then we go to my place?” Mark asked, giving David’s leg a squeeze and throwing him a playful wink all the same time.

David felt one last volley of emotions, this time it was mostly gratitude. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

“And what would you have me do?” replied Mark as he leaned in and gave David a final brief peck on the lips which David instinctively reciprocated. “I cannot give up on the top researcher here and more importantly, I cannot let another beautiful soul crash and burn. I can’t bear to see someone barreling into the dark like that. If it is in my power to help, I will.”

David nodded and the two left the break room. It was about five degrees cooler outside the room than inside and David felt the refreshing sensation immediately. He peeled off his coat, switched into his lab gear and began to analyze his own experiment results to decide what factors he might adjust for the next trial. He got glimpses of Mark throughout the day. There was a beauty to his masculinity that drew David in. A strength and a confidence in his gait, a lightness and joy in his stance, he was all man and he was completely sure of himself, not only unencumbered by the fear of what others might say or think but also seemingly unphased by his own internal voice. There seemed to be no judge and jury permanently stationed inside his mind telling him why he was insufficient or why he was not ideal or why he could never be fully happy. If such a weight hung on him, his strength was all the more remarkable for how little strain he showed, none at all in fact.

David had always been drawn to him but now he was offering more of himself and he had to admit he wanted to experience eternal minutes with his colleague. This was a term David’s mother liked to use. For her these were those interactions or brief events that may have lasted a flash, a tiny second, perhaps a bit longer if she was lucky, but immediately became part of the permanent collection of memories that she did not want to ever lose and to which she returned often. The first time she saw her children’s faces, the first kiss from her husband, the last kiss as well. The light that pierced the tear her mother shed the day she first boarded a plane from Medellin to Miami.

David loved this concept but felt he was still looking to build such memories. Something instinctively pushed him towards Mark, as if in the handsome researcher there would be moments of abandon, moments of rest, moments of trust where his body could surrender in the hands of another who sought to give him pleasure and to create in him a deeper sense of peace. He wanted this in part because something in him told him this was perhaps what Mark had meant, but he also wanted this because it was Mark who was offering. He wanted to inhale his confidence, consume his manliness in a way that would seed something new in his own being. He did not know the words for any of this except perhaps for longing. He longed for the man he had only kissed for the first time a few hours back but who would surely change his life if he kissed him again. He was sure of it.

In one instance where David’s stare was too obvious and too long, Mark caught the scientist observing him from across the room. He smiled an untroubled, insouciant smile. He then looked around him to see if anyone else was looking and in a few nimble motions opened his lab coat, grabbed a hold of his full package and gave it a very noticeable squeeze and solid tug. David smiled and looked up at his face, in time to catch Mark winking at him playfully. It would only be a few more hours, thought David.

As his eyes traveled back to his work, a smile still on his face, David noticed one of the tanks holding twenty rats from his most recent experiment had all segregated by sex. One male rat was even mounting another male with the sheer abandon only an animal could permit himself. “That’s the opposite of what we’re trying to do fellas,” David sighed and returned to his work, hopeful that five o’clock would come quickly.

 

[danielXdemedici]

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Root Cause Ch 5: The Workout
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The two men walked quickly from the lab and down the stairs towards the exit. The gym was just five blocks away and the walk would be a good brief warm-up to their workouts.

“Hi David, Hi Mark,” a sing-song voice rang out as the two men were opening both sides of the double doors to exit the building. They both turned to see Jeff, the Director of the LGBTQ center, locking up his door and hurrying towards them as if it was important to take advantage of their strength to pry open the public exit.

“Hey, Jeff,” answered Mark. “How was your day today?” As he spoke, Jeff passed between them to exit the building. Mark put his hand gingerly on Jeff’s back, letting it fall to his lower back in what seemed a meaningless but friendly touch. David noticed it and wrinkled his brow ever so slightly. The three men were headed in the same direction and talked as they went.

“It was great, these are the days that make it worthwhile,” he answered, genuinely enthused. “We had a kid come in today, just torn apart with guilt. His parents are super religious and told him they could not keep supporting him if he insisted on dating boys. They told him when he is 18, he will need to move out and that is in three weeks.”

“Oh gosh,” said Mark, clearly concerned. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Oh, that’s kind of you, Mark. He is actually very well adjusted emotionally he was just not ready to be on his own so soon. In many ways, it makes my job much easier. We are built to help with these situations,” he said cheerfully. “I set him up with a job, a small rent-controlled apartment, and a group counseling session twice a week, mostly so he can make friends and help others. Nothing is as powerful to beat depression as helping others,” Jeff said as he stopped at his usual bus station.

“That is indeed an incredible day,” Mark said, touching Jeff’s arm for emphasis. Jeff seemed unaffected by this and David wondered if their friendship was deeper than the passerby relationship he had not bothered to nurture with Jeff. “Really, this just makes my day too! Thank you for what you’re doing Jeff!”

Jeff blushed. “Ah, like I said, days like this are the reason.”

With that, he saw his bus arriving and hurried inside, giving the two men a quick wave and goodbye as he went. Mark smiled and without saying a word, his body moved with the obvious intent to resume their walk to the gym.

The two men entered the gym and went to their assigned lockers where clean workout clothes and fresh towels were carefully folded by staff every night. This was one of the most expensive gyms in New Haven but the two men were single, educated and neither had kids. The thousand dollar a month fee was fine by them for the privacy and service they received. It was a gym that was never crowded and the staff were extraordinarily service-oriented.

“Dr. Cox, Dr. Lopez, welcome back. Please enjoy your workout and let me know if there is anything you need,” Maureen said from behind the concierge counter as the two ran their gym FOBs over a scanner and glass doors opened, as if by magic, to let them both inside. Maureen Hanes had been with Andros Gym for nearly twenty years and knew every member by sight, from a block away. She knew their gate, their habits and their likes and dislikes. She knew that Dr. Cox would want a green, sugar free smoothie after his workout and that Dr. Lopez liked to be left alone but really valued fresh linens and bear fat soap for his showers. The two men had never come in together but she knew where they worked and as with all things at this gym, nothing was ever strange, unexpected or amiss.

Mark leaned in close to Maureen and whispered something into her ear, smiling as he spoke. ‘That fucking smile,’ though David. ‘How does he sustain that smile everywhere he goes?’

Mark was now walking towards him and this pulled David from his thoughts. They walked together into the locker room and both remarked that it was strange after working together for three years they had never worked out together. “I guess I make a habit of coming in the morning,” said Mark. “My apartment is walkable from here and I don’t like working out in the evenings, it leaves me a little ramped up with adrenaline.”

As he spoke, Mark opened his locker and began to undress. “Oh,” replied David, wondering if perhaps this had been a bad idea. “You don’t have to work out now, then, if you don’t want to; I get not being able to sleep if you work out hard right before bed.”

Mark pulled down his pants and boxer briefs in one quick motion and stood back up as he stepped out of them, “I think I’ll find something useful to do with my energy tonight.” Mark’s dick was stunning to David’s eyes. He had rarely touched or cared about his partners’ junk when he fucked them. If he did, it was more as a handle to yank them closer than as an effort to give them pleasure. Twice he had just grabbed both twigs and berries in one gruff fistful and pulled hard on men whose bodies may have been having second thoughts about what David’s massive dick was doing to them.

But Mark naked was something different for David. His feet were wide and thicker than his own. Mark’s feet had particularly high arches which made him appear faster, more agile. The dusting of hair on his toes and the tops of his feet was barely there but the scene quickly exploded into a thick coat all the way up to his thighs, thinning out considerably at his hips, and perhaps his buttocks, David imagined as he had yet to see the rear half. He was tall, at least six foot two, and the length and thickness of his legs, unusual for a man of his height, gave him the appearance of incredible athleticism. And then the dick; Mark’s soft, heavy penis hung slightly below his scrotum which itself was pulled down low and swung like a pirate ship carnival ride. His balls were also covered in a dusting of hair while his thick, uncircumcised cock seemed to sprout from a nest of dark, soft wool. It was not hard but it was already larger than the average erect man.

David blushed. He was starting to sport wood which he did not know how to manage if they were going to seriously work out. He smiled at Mark and hurriedly tried to think of less pleasant things. He decided to focus on getting ready and looked into his locker as he too began to undress. The locker door was open in such a way that he could not see what Mark was doing anymore and this helped calm him down as he had already been at half full mast. He pulled off all his clothes and stood there naked, finally feeling more in control in the cool locker room and away from Mark’s one-man sex buffet.

He grabbed the first article of clothing on the pile in front of him. As laundry turnaround time could be as much as 48 hours, members were advised to keep three full sets of workout clothes at the gym. Each set was washed and folded together so that members could dress without hunting around for socks or shorts. The rest was left to the terrific crew at Andros Gym who ran dozens of loads of wash every day just for gym clothes.

The first item on the pile was one of his favorite tank tops. It was loose, roomy and allowed brief peeks at his nipples, as well as the sides of his full pectorals. He put it on and as he leaned back to push his arm through the sleeve hole his head backed far enough that for the first time in a few minutes, he could again see Mark. The man was standing, still facing David and completely naked, with a solid mass of eight inches of pulsating man sausage standing straight out towards his workout partner and colleague. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape. He was clearly staring at David’s dick which was now hanging straight down but was still a little heavier than usual and hung at least seven inches in its current state.

It was David’s turn to chuckle. He looked around quickly and saw that no one was around. He grabbed his dick by the base and gave it two full round the world twirls, a few drops of per-ejaculate, still there from the earlier excitement, flew off his manhood and splattered on the locker doors below David’s. Mark didn’t bother to check for onlookers as he practically dove to lick them clean, just inches from David’s hardening sausage. Their eyes met and David knew mischief was afoot. With a wry smile braking into a wide open jaw, Mark took David’s dick head into his mouth. David gasped and shuddered. He looked around wildly to make sure there were no witnesses and was about to push Mark away.

Mark ran two round the world circles of his own with his tongue in between David’s massive glans and his foreskin, cleaning up all the pre-cum that David had produced throughout the day. With that, he pulled away before David could protest and walked back to his locker a few feet away. This gave David his first look at the fine hind quarters this bull had developed. They looked like a pair of basketballs squeezed together by sheer muscular force. They were very lightly sprinkled with hair except at the crack where things seemed to get a little more interesting. The skin on his ass was a touch lighter than the rest of him and it was all David could do to keep himself from running over to him, spreading him open like a Tijuana hooker and ravaging him for days.

The ass and quick oral action had a predictable effect and just as David was about to complain, he heard voices coming into the locker room. He turned to face away from the sounds and hurried himself to get dressed, trapping his dick into his waistband and tying the drawstrings tight, in the hopes of avoiding looking outright vulgar with an eleven inch dick, a jock strap and basketball shorts. He looked up again and Mark was next to him, smiling as was his custom, ready to go work out.

The workout was a blend of torture and some of the best lifts David had ever achieved. He decided to try and focus on his workout to avoid getting pulled into the dirtiest thoughts he had entertained in recent memory. The entire session turned out to be one massive battle over blood flow with his demanding member constantly at odds with his legs, thighs and buttocks which were the target muscle groups that evening. His determination to focus on gains meant that he was able to squat a full set at 280 pounds. He felt elated and couldn’t get enough of the pump this weight was producing. But just as soon as he was finished, it was his job to spot for Mark whose deep squats allowed his butt cheeks to chomp and chew their way through the fabric on his shorts, so that by the time he was standing, a search party would have been necessary to go find the middle seam on those poor shorts. With Mark also wearing a jock, there was no end to the distractions.

Mark made no effort at modesty either. At one point, when the pair were each doing sets of leg presses, Mark reached through the leg on his shorts and freed his dick and balls so that they were obscenely outlined and visible to the guys on the space station if any of them were to glance towards Connecticut. Dave turned red and again had to fight a losing battle against his own erection. After an hour of work, with his dick still secured to his waist band, David walked into the locker room to clean up, with Mark close behind. Notwithstanding all of the sexual teasing and general goofoffery, an invented word David’s dad liked to use whenever his kids lost themselves in raucous play, it had been a phenomenal workout and David wondered about switching his schedule to work out with Mark more often.

The two men were exhausted and both stripped quickly, each grabbed a towel from their locker and David also found the small blue plastic box that kept his special soap. Mark picked up the pace and seemed to want to lead David and the latter complied without much thought. The shower room was essentially a giant square with an internal column, also square and measuring about fifteen feet on each side, taking up the center of the room. Mark walked around to the back of the column so that the two men would be largely alone as they showered. They stood next to one another and allowed the water to wash away the salty sweat both had generated during their workout. Mark used the shower gel on the wall but watched intently as David washed himself with the home-made bar of soap he had pulled from his locker.

“Let me help,” Mark said, moving quickly towards David and taking the soap from his hands.

Without asking, Mark took the soap and immediately began rubbing it between David’s hairless globes. David could feel the soap and Mark’s fingers pressing on his hole with each pass and all he could do was expel a low moan and steady himself against the wall.

“You like this,” Mark asked, looking directly at David’s closed eyes.

“Uhhmaooo,” was all David could utter as he opened his eyes and met Mark’s gaze. Mark was now facing him, both of their dicks were hard, with David’s pushing into Mark’s thick bush while Mark had yet to touch skin with his. It was not a sword battle he would ever win, though he did not care. Mark’s hands continued their work behind David, at times gripping fistfuls of cake and at times prying open the path to David’s hole. His fingers and David’s ass were all incredibly soaped up and the constant pressure, along with David’s morning routine, made the first finger easy. It slid in with a louder moan of gratitude coming from somewhere deep in David’s chest.

Mark slid his finger in and out slowly, purposefully switching up the angle of entry to create some give in David’s very tight sphincter. David put his arms around Mark’s torso and let his head rest on his shoulders. As he relaxed and continued to moan in a low purr, Mark began pressing in with a second finger. David yelped inside his mouth when it happened, but he did not push off of Mark.

“Are you ok, David,” Mark asked in the low voice of a caring lover.

He got no spoken response, just a deeper growl that seemed to be coming from even deeper in David’s gut.

Mark smiled, “I got me a real live pussy cat here. This is wonderful.”

After a few more passes of David’s prostate, Mark pulled his fingers out slowly and washed off the remaining soap from his hands and between David’s mountainous cheeks. David had not moved. He was a glob of butter on a hot day that had landed on Mark’s shoulder and for fear that he might melt further, he did not want to move. Mark had plans, though. He pulled back a little and held David’s face in his hands. “Hey partner, beautiful fucking stud, I have a surprise for you.” With this, he landed a kiss on David’s lips, held it for an eternal few seconds, and then stepped back slightly, holding on to one of David’s hands.

 

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(Root Cause Ch 5, continued)

David did not know what to make of it all. He felt carefree and cared for, he felt content and eager for more of this new man he’d discovered. The two went to collect their towels, breaking off their physical contact for the first time in nearly twenty minutes and noticed, for the first time, that there were other men in the shower room. None had gone to the back end of shower room but everyone knew something was different when both men emerged with massive erections that neither seemed interested in concealing. David began to feel their stares and a thin dark ray of self-consciousness began to seep into his mind. It was completely obliterated when Mark’s bright smile found his eyes. David wrapped a towel around his waist, mimicking what Mark had done, and followed him past the lockers, past the steam room and into a door he had never walked through before.

He had assumed it was a utility or storage room and indeed, the room was lined entirely on one side with washers and driers. Across from those a row of waist-high tables were likely meant for folding clothing. Across the room, next to a door to which they seemed to be walking, were shelves of supplies and clean towels. David was confused why they were there or if they should even be there but Mark seemed confident. They walked past the second door and into a large hallway lined with four doors, two on either side. The smells and two cedar doors to his right immediately told him these were dry and steam saunas, but why additional saunas? The steam room next to the showers was large, as was the dry sauna just across from it.

Mark glanced at the doors and walked into a steam room labeled “Tea Tree.” The other door was labeled “Eucalyptus.” As they walked in, David noticed the room was relatively small, perhaps ten feet by twelve with a two-tier, wide bench on one side and a smaller, single-tier bench and a cold water shower on the other. The steam was soothing and David was grateful that he could enjoy it alone with Mark.

“Sit here,” Mark said, pointing to the lower level on the two-tier sauna bench. David pulled off his towel and sat down as asked. Mark also pulled off his towel, hanging both on the wall hooks next to the shower. He then sat on the level above David, carefully positioning himself so that his new friend was sitting between his legs.

Mark began a relaxing massage. The steam and sweat the men were generating was enough lubrication and David felt his head relaxing forward. He was so happy he did not know how someone could be this relaxed. David sank deeper into the sense of contentment he was feeling. He was being caressed and rubbed, up and down his back, on his shoulders, with Mark’s hands and at times his arms to break up knots. Mark expertly worked David’s deltoids and chest, up and down his abdomen, every so often completely enveloping him in his arms when he reached all the way down to grab the largest dick he had ever held in his hands. Nearly every movement was met with a moan or a low, sensual growl from David. At one point, as Mark gripped the too large shaft and slowly jacked it back and forth sheathing and unsheathing David’s massive cock head with his foreskin, David let his head fall back and rest on Mark’s shoulder. This put his lips close to Mark’s and he leaned in to kiss his gooey ball of Jello.

The kiss was tender and full of compassion, love and desire all at once. Mark’s tongue explored David and David in turn began to feel the urgency to dominate rise up in him again, but this was too good. He simply reached up and grabbed the back of Mark’s head and pushed him deeper into their kiss. Their mouths and tongues wrestling and writhing in one or the other’s mouths for another eternal minute. This day had given David several of those brief pauses of time that would stay with him forever.

Mark broke the kiss and slowly stood up. David could feel Mark’s thick, juicy cock, clearly, rubbing his back as he stood. He moved over next to David and lay down on the lower level this time. He pulled his legs up to his chest, revealing his furry hole to David for the first time. “David,” he said, looking directly into David’s eyes, “can you fuck me as if you care about me?”

The question was not a plea or an eager bottom begging for mercy. It was a challenge to David. By now he had figured out that this room was the whisper between Mark and Maureen when they arrived. He had planned it and he apparently knew the facilities better than David. He was not worried about being caught, but could he do what Mark asked? He looked at his willing friend and nodded. He first grabbed a towel and folded it in place so he could kneel in front of Mark. On his knees, about to enter him in a classic missionary position, David did something Mark did not expect.

 

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Root Cause Ch 6: Some Firsts, Some Lasts​

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After leaning forward for another kiss, David began to explore Mark’s salty, hairy body with his tongue. He spent what seemed like hours flicking his tongue through Mark’s hairy pits, at times nibbling on the mouthfuls of skin he could suck up with his lips. He played with both nipples, first by sucking on them and later, when he realized how much Mark enjoyed it, by pinching them and tweaking them lightly. What surprised Mark was how often the handsome stud above him checked in on him. He did not say anything but he would bite on his tit and pull up like a dog tearing into his owner’s slippers and, at the same time, he would look up at Mark. Was this ok, does this feel good, does it hurt? These were all unspoken questions David wrote into each of his facial expressions. Mark might smile, moan, throw his head back or even wince. Each time David adjusted, he did more or he did less, his mind seized only with the idea that this experiment was important and deserved every bit of his effort and strength.

When David got to Mark’s impossibly hard cock, he did not hesitate. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and he dove himself into a coughing fit. Mark roared with laughter but David was undeterred.

“A little ambitious with our first cock, aren’t we?” Mark asked. His hand gently stroking David’s cheek.

David was almost upset that Mark could so easily tell it was his first and he redoubled his efforts. He licked and slurped at the massive knob. Remembering what Mark had done, he pulled on his foreskin and ran his lengthy tongue in circles, hitting every ridge and valley along the way. He could taste precum which had previously made him nauseated, but this was Mark. It was the taste of a man who was opening wide the doors to experiences he thought he could never actually enjoy. When he noticed Mark’s frenulum was particularly sensitive, he went after it like it was the last clit on earth and he was Wilt Chamberlain. He continued jacking Mark’s massive cock, this time with two hands, while he made love to the head of the gloriously beautiful cock.

David would periodically come off Mark’s dick and lick and suck on his balls. The first time David managed to get both balls into his mouth at the same time, Mark gasped and shoved David’s face into his crotch, using his legs to pull him down. David wanted Mark to enjoy the fuck and he continued his tour south, pushing Mark’s hips up into the air to give him full access to his anus. The ring that usually prevented two-way access would be conquered today. David began the attack with his tongue. He was not sure what technique to use as he had never done it or had it done to him so he decided to French it like it was the most passionate kiss he had ever given.

David licked and slobbered, pouring copious amounts of dribble around and into the hole. His tongue formed as rigid a spear as he could manage and he used it to tongue fuck Mark’s hole while also shoving more lubricating spit into Mark’s softening rear guard. He would kiss, suck, rub and finger the expanding cavity all at once. He had no pattern to follow, no rule book, he just wanted that ass to feel him and to yield to what was coming. Mark’s response would have made Saint Therese blush. His fingers curled and his back arched as he pushed his ass into David’s incredible tongue and mouth. Encouraged by this response, David began inserting fingers into Mark who, while almost never a bottom, had at least a little experience taking dick. But David knew he was special and that no experience any of his bottoms had claimed up until now had prepared any of them for the ploughing that he delivered.

He worked up to four fingers, at times removing one when he noticed Mark wincing too much in pain. Once he was comfortable with four spit covered digits, he knew Mark might take his horse dick that night.

Keeping the four fingers inside of Mark, turning them slowly while he pushed them back and forth, David went back to Mark for another kiss. Mark was barely there. He kissed David but it was sloppy, messy, full of want and lust and nearly completely lost to his own desire. David knew if he wanted to he could take Mark now, with a forceful fuck that would live in his memory for ever. He could turn Mark into another faggot hungry for horse dick. But something inside him compelled him to give Mark as much pleasure as possible, that was the mission.

David slid his fingers out and, spit on the tip of his dick. It was more habit than anything, Mark was fully lubricated. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice tender and concerned.

Mark looked up for the first time in nearly half an hour and stared intently into David’s eyes, “Don’t you fucking dare stop you fucking beast. I want that fucking cock inside my slutty hole and I don’t want you to stop until your balls are imprinted on my ass from how hard you slam into me.”

David chuckled at this new Mark. “I will make you feel every one of my eleven inches, don’t worry. You are going to get my load deep in your gut tonight. All my babies will be inside you. It doesn’t have to hurt though. Let me make you feel good.”

Mark smiled and let his head drop back again, pulling his knees all the way back until they were under his elbows so that he was pretzel bent into the most accessible position possible. Impressed by how nimble the former baseball player turned out to be, David pointed his dick home. The initial pushes were slight, push an inch, take back three quarters of an inch, repeated slowly a dozen times until David felt the familiar pop of a surrendered sphincter. He saw Mark tense up completely as this happened and held his place while he observed his bottom and felt him trying to relax his ass around the colossal intrusion.

When he felt Mark’s body lose the tension from the initial entry, David continued the work of getting all the way inside him. It did not take as long as popping his fat head into Mark’s rectum, but David took his time anyway. When he was fully inside, Mark could feel David’s balls resting on his ass and the weight and moisture of his skin against his abdomen as David leaned in to gently kiss Mark a dozen times on his chest and face while the former college baseball athlete reveled in a physical and chemical celebration that ran from the opening of his sphincter to the deep part of his brain where all the basic needs are accounted for. Still with his eyes closed, Mark heard David whisper, “Hey Jeter, you want me to cut my anaconda loose inside you?”

David took Mark’s smile for consent and began to long dick the luscious athlete. With every stroke and his massive cock skull always inside of Mark, eight full inches of dick moved in and out of the young man who had never experienced this level of stimulation on his prostate. There was no angle where a dick this thick could miss and the constant rubbing on the walls of his anal cavity and rectum, by what seemed like miles of cock, made him whimper and moan like a lost little puppy. David felt permission to pick up the pace and began hard fucking Mark. First by drilling in and out without slamming all the way into him. Five or six inches of cock moving so fast Mark could barely breathe. The friction and heat were completely foreign to him, he decided that moment that had never been fucked before, never. David then decided to deliver on his promise and Mark’s request, pulling out everything but the last few inches and jack hammering with complete abandon.

Mark’s hole was perfect, tight, it was like fucking a bowl of warm gooey bread dough. The further he pushed the warmer and tighter it became and David was in a state of sexual rapture. He was so deep inside Mark, deeper than any man had ever or would ever be and all he wanted now was to bring him to the best climax of his life. David certainly knew he was close and was afraid of the likely post nut depression that would make him not want to finish Mark off. With a quick movement of his hips, David pulled most of his dick out of Mark. Mark expected this might be a prelude to some serious colon damage but instead he was grateful to feel David’s mouth and tongue wrapping around the tip of his dick once again. David was working the cockhead like he had been on a yearlong keto diet and this was his first ice cream cone. He licked sucked and went as deep as he could, his tongue never stopping. At the same time a sizable percentage of his manhood remained buried inside Mark, fucking him at a furious pace.

It was too much for Mark who began to whimper as the tension in his muscles started to rise. He could feel it, so could David who loved seeing the cocksure baseball player moaning and twisting around the axis of his massive pole. Mark didn’t know what to grab, what to squeeze. He pulled his own hair and clawed at David’s solid tits, he gaped his mouth and uttered senseless gasps, whimpers and the occasional “fucking hell.” David wanted to push him to the edge of paradise and twisted his nipples, harder than he had done before. Mark reciprocated in a nearly mindless fuck zombie state as he felt his release explode from somewhere deeper than his sac.

David felt Mark’s dick harden and thicken. The beating heart he could sense through Mark’s cock also quickened and it was now a war drum beating on his lips and tongue as he held the gorgeous man’s cock in his mouth. Suddenly, with an ear-splitting howl that must have been heard throughout the entire gym, Mark let out stream after stream of ejaculate. As David took his first oral load – his first load ever – he noticed the heat of it, the ooziness, the soft silky texture of the man juice that was now starting to flow out the sides of his mouth and down Mark’s shaft. It tasted of fresh, raw mushrooms from a wooded, dewy glen. Or perhaps fresh oysters in Algarve, eaten beachside.

David savored what he never though he would savor and cleaned up all of Mark’s cum as quickly as he could and when he was finished, he grabbed Mark like a rag doll and stood him on his feet and bent him over underneath the shower. He turned on the cool water, a relief to them both, and grabbed Mark’s hips and filled Mark’s gaping hole in one swift, graceful thrust. Mark moaned and pushed back into David. “You want my babies, Mark? Tell me what you want. Let me hear you say exactly what you want,” purred David into Mark’s ear.

“Uhhhh, fuck,” said Mark, in an unfinished phrase cut off by sheer joy. “Fuck me, David. Get all the way in, push it in further. I want you to move into my ass. Come inside me, fill me up. That’s what I…” he gasped and could not finish his phrase as David has pulled open his cheeks like a stubborn bag of potato chips and created additional space for his body to fill as his cock took it’s deepest dive into Mark’s intestines.

“Daddy made you happy, didn’t he you little fuck monster?” David said, every word accentuated by a nearly violent hammering of his hips into Mark’s completely exposed hole. The water felt good, everything was perfect and David suddenly knew he was ready to climax. David pulled Mark up to his chest, his dick still relentlessly stretching Mark’s sphincters with every push. Mark lay his head back on David’s chest, his back arched so that his ass was still supine and perfectly aligned with David’s tool. David nibbled on Mark’s ear, on his neck. “Your ass is perfect, you are fucking sexy, you man cunt.”

Mark smiled and the smile broke David. He pulled out slightly to make room for the massive load he knew he would be discharging into Mark. Mark suddenly woke from his post nut delirium as he felt David’s penis engorge with blood and thicken as he produced his load. He tilted his chest forward to let some of the water run down his back. David leaned down, still hard and still inside Mark, and began to kiss his back, his traps, the rhomboid muscles and, his new favorite spot on Mark, the deep ridge that separated the perfectly symmetrical halves of his back. He let his tongue fall into the space, it was soft and tasted of salt and water. He didn’t want this to end.

The men washed each other off and walked naked back to their lockers. They did not speak though neither was uncomfortable. A few stares in the locker room might have indicated people heard the commotion. Mark could have woken the dead with his cum scream. But probably it was just that these men were exquisite, they were walking, talking wet-dreams and as they proudly paraded around like prize stallions, naked with well over a foot of soft cock between the two of them, swinging heavily between their legs, any human with a pulse would have looked.

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Root Cause Ch 7: The Unbearable Lightness of Being Jeff​

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David came down the stairs and saw his mother finishing up his coffee prep. He smiled and she turned around just in time to catch the brief expression of joy. This was new, or at least it was not something she had seen in a long time, and it made her very happy.

“Hijo,” she said, herself now smiling. “Here is your coffee. I can make you a delicious omelet if you want, but I think I know the answer.”

David smiled again and kissed his mother’s cheek. “I love you mom, thank you. How are you feeling today?”

“It is a good day,” she said. Pausing and searching for a reason or a cause in her son that might have helped lift his spirit. Could this be replicated every day, whatever it was, she wondered. “You look very nice, David. That blue shirt is so nice on you.”

“Thanks for ironing it, mom. I really appreciate it,” he said taking the coffee thermos from her with one hand and hugging her with the other.

“Tonight, I will leave dinner for you in the oven. Just warm it when you get home. I plan to spend the night at Catarina’s so I can see the kids,” she said, reminding him of her plans to see his sister and his niece and nephews.

“Of course, mom, thank you. You didn’t need to do that, but thank you. Call me if Catarina can’t pick you up and definitely tomorrow so I can go get my laundry lady and chef de cuisine back!” he joked with her. She smiled and patted him on the cheek just as he turned to head to work.

In the bus, David’s thoughts went back to yesterday. It had all been incredible. What did it mean for him? Could he really sink into being a gay man and have a happy life? Maybe if that life included being balls deep into Mark, maybe then, yes. He chuckled quietly at the thought of grocery shopping at Costco connected ass to dick. He and Mark had said a quick goodbye outside the gym after a knowing glance from Maureen sent them on their way. There was no place or opportunity for a hot wash or post action report.

“Thank you for coming today, Drs. Lopez and Cox. I hope the workout and sauna were to your liking,” she had said. The latter part of her phrasing was unusual for her. The sexy bitch knew, David decided. He smiled again and looked around before adjusting the growing mass in his crotch. He wasn’t sure when he’d have a time to talk to Mark. Their kiss and conversation in the break room put them both behind and Mark wanted to explore the self-segregation of his most recent set of lab rats into male and female tribes a little further.

He had come into work early specifically to catch up and, as he walked in, he noticed Jeff unlocking the door to the Center. He wondered if the small, thin man who had always shown himself to be thoroughly compassionate might be able to help. As he thought this, Jeff looked up and saw David. “Oh, hi, David! Good to see you again. Did you have a good evening yesterday?”

David flashed a tiny knowing smile, “Yeah, actually, it was great. Thanks for asking,” he paused. Jeff felt the tension in his speech and waited, “I was wondering if you’d have a minute to talk, Jeff.”

While the request was surprising to Jeff, the 5’2” blond-haired Center Director enjoyed looking at David, always from afar as he would never have suspected David might be anything but the straightest of arrows. The chance to spend a little time with him was quite a welcome relief from the administrative tasks he had planned for that morning before the Center opened to the public.

“Come on in,” he said, holding the door open for David who walked in, pulling in a draft of air with him that carried his scent, mixed with his cologne and perhaps a little morning coffee somewhere.

Jeff went inside and locked the door behind him as he would have any other early morning. “Can I offer you coffee or tea?” he asked, pointing to a couch where David could sit.

David sat down and leaned forward. As he did, he realized he was now warm and he pulled off his coat. “Oh, here,” said Jeff, “let me take that.” As he carried the still warm coat, Jeff could smell more scents on the garment. There was a mustiness from the city, but on the inside, on the liner, near the arm pits, it was all David. It was woodsy and smelled of citrus and moss, and Jeff worried he might let out a moan. He exhaled slowly as he put the coat up and returned to the seat across from David. “Tell me, what’s on your mind? How can I help?”

David looked at Jeff. If the man weight 120 pounds soaking wet he would have been shocked. He was tiny but most of it was heart. The care and concern for David and for the hundreds of teens that walked into the Center was evident to anyone who met him. David relaxed.

“Ok, let me try to get this out. I wanted to try and get through my ideas and then you can ask me whatever you want. Is that ok?” he asked, a sense of stoic determination coming over him. Jeff responded with a nod, at the same time wondering if he needed to visit a good Radio Shack as clearly, his gaydar had not nearly done its job these past five years.

“I’ve known since puberty that I wanted to have sex with men. I grew up in a Christian home and I was not just taught that this was wrong, but deep down, it made sense to me that it was wrong. Not just wrong in the God hates you manner of speaking, but wrong in the natural sense,” David said, as Jeff silently absorbed David’s views and experiences with a thoughtful stare that was starting to veer towards the analytical, like one might make when asked to solve a very complicated puzzle.

David continued, “Sex with women is set up in nature and it has a purpose, I mean it has multiple purposes, but there is deeper objective that is possible. And sex with women, when done right, doesn’t need lube, it doesn’t need enemas, it doesn’t need poppers. You don’t have to worry about fecal matter on your cock, hands, back or abdomen when you are having sex with a woman. My point is, sex with a woman feels orderly. I carry this conviction deep in my gut, apart from the religious education I received. Frankly, I am not religious, I haven’t gone to church in five years. I am just looking at the parts and the functions and sex with men is a little like cutting your steak with a spoon. Sex with women, biologically, according to how humans are made and shaped, it makes sense. Sex with men does not…” David paused.

“The problem is,” he said, looking directly into Jeff’s blue eyes, “I rarely want sex with women. I generally want the unnatural thing, the thing without lasting biological purpose. I want the thing where I shove my dick into some guy’s shitter even if it means the sword gets a little bloody.”

Jeff let out an audible laugh. That metaphor was a first for him and he had heard many, many things. David leaned forward on the couch, his legs spreading further apart. A massive set of balls were clearly outlined at his crotch and looked to be the size of tennis balls. The thick snake-like mound of his schlong wormed its way down his leg about the length of Jeff’s hand. Jeff recalled what David had said about them needing poppers. “Those are powerful images, indeed,” he said, “but please go on, you’ve come to terms with a clear attraction for men and not nearly as much for women, and this seems to impede the life you want. What have you done about it?”

“This conflict has made me miserable. My mom basically told me to come out to her that she loves me no matter what. I don’t care about acceptance, not the acceptance of others. I need this to make sense biologically. For years I have struggled with this. The sex with men has been violent, I seem to always find these hidden flaming queens that burst into song just as I whip out my dick and it feeds a level of aggression I don’t experience in normal life. I don’t even like it that much. The fucking, well yes, humiliating them, calling them pussy faggots, slapping their asses so hard they get bruises in the shape of my hand, making them lose their voice for days because I throat rape them; it’s fun but after I climax, the fall is real and painful, and I don’t want to keep doing that.”

“So...” David continued as an enthralled Jeff hung on every word spoken by this complicated, attractive man that he suddenly also wanted to see naked purely for scientific reasons, “as I was saying. This conflict has been the governing paradigm of my life the last 15 years. But yesterday something different happened. An old friend who maybe is bi, I don’t know how he describes himself, he saw this pain in me and finally said something. He suggested I try to go at this in a different way. He suggested I lean into the attraction I have for men and try to enjoy it. I explained that my fucking had always been about dominance and humiliation, and he said I should consider something more positive. I’m not sure that is the right way to describe it - maybe more affirming,” he said, in what was perhaps a question.

“Last night, I took him up on the offer and had the most amazing 90 minutes of my life. It was, every second of it, a fucking fantasy. I was practically drowning in serotonin and every feel-good juice the body knows how to produce. He asked me to just try and make him feel good, to let that be my goal. Not getting off, not getting it in, just to focus on his pleasure and his well-being,” David stopped, a small tear forming in his eye, “I have never been so happy in my life, not since I was a kid at least. It was magical while it lasted. And now, now I don’t know what to do. I can’t live with my cock inside of him forever. Can you imagine the stares we’d get at my niece’s baptism?”

Jeff let out an even heartier laugh. He fell back on his chair a bit and chuckled along with David. Still with a smile on his face, and after letting a few seconds of silence clear the air, Jeff asked, “What purpose do you want your life to serve?”

This was a surprising question for David. He fumbled a bit in his own mind. “I want to be a family man, to raise good kids and to take care of my mother in her old age. I want to make her the happiest grandmother on earth. I want to help others live better lives, free to live out their purpose and to pursue happiness, free to protect and love their families, both the blood kind and the families they make. I want to help people be noble.”

“Ah, yes,” said Jeff. “The cure for gayness you all are working on upstairs.”

David was taken aback. Jeff knew about the work? And he still befriended David and Mark and many others from the lab? This was confusing and Jeff saw the conflict in David’s eyes.

“Look,” he said, responding to the unasked question, “the trite answer to your conflict is for you to accept yourself, right?”

David nodded. “But I see how misaligned this approach is to what I tell other kids. We tell trans kids all the time that they should feel no guilt about changing their appearance, their bodies and their internal hormonal structure to match who they are, who am I to tell a gay man that he should just accept being gay? I don’t tell young adults that they are self-loathing men because they feel every bit a woman inside.” Jeff continued. “It is tricky, very tricky, which is why I come back to purpose.”

“David, none of this is easy,” Jeff added. “We are talking about the biggest question in your life, how do you see yourself and why do you exist? This takes time. You see yourself as a person that does not exist. In reality, you want to have sex with men. In real life, you want to dominate them sexually and abuse them till they become jelly in your hand. That is your current want, it’s what you desire at a very basic physical level, if not emotionally as well. And the guy you want to be, the noble steed drawn only to mares, the cocksure super straight guy, he does not exist, so is there another path, barring a breakthrough in your lab, for you to fulfill the purpose you describe? If you have at least imagined such a path to happiness in the body and mind you have now, have you tried going down that path?”

“You agree with my friend? You think I need to see if I can be the family man I want to be even if I don’t always feel drawn to sex with women?” David asked. The thoughts settled into his mind like a large pebble thrown into a small puddle. “But what do I do with the anger?”

Jeff tilted his head slightly and stood up. “David, I am 118 pounds as I stand before you, I am five foot two inches with my shoes on and, I would bet that if we both pulled our pants down, my full mast, just saw Ryan Reynolds butt fucking Ryan Gosling while Timothy Chalamet blows him, erection would still be significantly smaller than you soft right now as you sit here. I wish a lot of things too and I know a lot of things are unfair, especially in the physical realm. My sister barely made it through high school because she could not get through algebra, three times. My brother, her twin, he is a neuroscientist at Johns Hopkins. They literally shared a womb! We don’t get to tell the universe or God, or whomever created us that they did it wrong. I mean you can run a full sprint into a brick wall everyday if you like, but at some point you just have to accept that you were made how you were made. Maybe you were designed to be gay maybe an evolutionary trick of nature made you worse off, or in my view better off, than straight men. Whatever the root cause, you are who you are. You can either come to terms with the fact that you like hairy hole and you like a man’s kiss and you enjoy a man’s lips wrapped around your dick, or you can just be filled with anger that you are allergic to pussy.”

David laughed. He was not quite allergic to pussy but he got the point, he knew he was not like most men. Some day he would need to apologize to Tammy Calvin. “I need to work on that last bit. I also need to think about how to go about shaping the life I want as the man I am today, absent treatment or some breakthrough that gives me super-twat-loving skills.”

“So, the date last night went well,” Jeff said. “Did that style of sex open up new possibilities for having something lasting with another man?”

David cracked a smile and blushed a little. His reaction lit something in Jeff. He wanted to know more but this was a counseling session, or maybe not. Maybe it was just two friends talking. David looked up and saw the look of a cat that had just spotted the pretty little bird and he was hungry. He never considered Jeff as a possible sexual partner. He was just the guy downstairs that always tried to strike up too many conversations, a little too eager to please or perhaps seduce.

David leaned in even closer to Jeff, his hazel eyes playfully winking while he bit his lower lip. “Jeff,” he said, leaving his mouth slightly open, his tongue resting just on the inner edge of his top lip. “If ever a man could get pregnant, this one did. I fucked him within an inch of a cum induced seizure. And, well, caring for him, looking after him during the sex act, it made it so much more meaningful. I came buckets. If the quantity of ejaculate alone were enough to impregnate a man, oh, you’d be congratulating me on my new quintuplets.”

David liked his lips and closed his eyes for a second, his hand mindlessly gravitating to his growing bulge. The physical position he had taken was too constricting and he leaned back as he adjusted. Jeff moved closer to him and asked what he had been wanting to ask for five years since the first day he laid eyes on whom he then believed to be the straightest man on earth, “David, would you like to practice this new style with me?”

David smiled. Even yesterday he would have said no. The beating little Jeff would have taken would have surely threatened their friendship and he was not naturally attracted to smaller men. But Jeff’s kindness, his insightfulness and his generosity were all very attractive traits. David smiled. “I don’t want you to think I am further along than I am. I am willing, for the sake of science, to fuck you mindless. But I don’t want a man on man relationship and I don’t know if I ever will.”

Jeff chuckled. “Ok, tiger. Take it easy. I am not that fragile or needy, I am just nice. I want to see this cock that has been ruining the fabric of your pants for the last twenty minutes. Maybe I want to play with it, I do not want anything else. I am very much about living in this moment. My purpose is to create moments of joy. The guy yesterday sounds amazing but I am guessing he looked a lot like you. Try it with a short king and see how that tostada crunches.”

“How do you like to get fucked, Jeff?” David asked. “Do you want me to make love to you like it was our wedding night? Do you want me to take care of you as if you had just come home from an exhausting day? Or do you want me to just take what I want? Will serving me make you happiest?”

Jeff watched the stunning man walk away from him towards the Center’s main door. As he spoke, he first pulled all the blinds to give them absolute privacy. Then, as he walked back, now silent, he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. With each step more clothing was strewn aside, thrown on furniture or on top of computers. And within a matter of a few seconds, he stood in front of Jeff, fully naked, massaging his growing cock, already at a solid hand’s length but still flopping about. “Tell me, Jeff, how do you want it?”

With the final question David pushed Jeff down on his knees, still fully dressed but in a panic, not completely sure what to do next. David pulled on his dick, stretching it towards Jeff’s lips. “Cat got your tongue?” he smirked.

Jeff regained his composure. He pulled in closer to David, smelling his pubic hair and testicles. From there, on the floor, David’s dick covering half his face, he looked up and said, “David, I don’t care for violence, but I love to serve. The question is not how do I want it, I don’t matter. For today and any future reference, fuck, I hope a future reference is required, I want to be a thing that pleases you.”

As he spoke, between phrases, Jeff licked at David’s cock, then his testicles one by one, making his way along the sides and circumference of the massive shaft, now nearly at full girth, and finally up to David’s lower abdomen, with his tongue reaching David’s navel. “My favorite sex is not the classic sub/dom, sir, yes sir. I can do that if you want me to, but if you are asking, I don’t want to be humiliated or dominated or mastered. I want to be processed for your pleasure. I will be happy if at the end of our time together, you did everything you ever wanted to do with a tight, handsome little man with the world’s most extraordinary ass.”

While licking and talking, Jeff had managed to free himself of all his clothes and he climbed up onto the couch behind David. He embraced David from behind, letting his hands wander through every curve of David’s down coated, meaty chest. “David,” he leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I am a warm rag doll with a very, very willing disposition and deeply amenable and accessible holes. All I want is to know is that I made you feel good.”

Goosebumps traveled all around David’s back and shoulders and down his arms. It was a phenomenal offer. David turned around quickly and pushed Jeff onto the couch. The Director lay there and stared up at his newly animated lover who seemed to now understand what direction he wanted to go tonight.

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Root Cause Ch 8: The One With The Short King​

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“So, we are in a quandary,” David said lifting his foot and setting it down a little roughly on Jeff’s face. “I am on a mission to discover a new type of sex with men, one where I am more attentive to their needs. And all you little pussy, all you little servants want to do is to please me. This pleasing each other shit could get a little dull.”

As he spoke his toes curled and entered Jeff’s mouth, which he eagerly opened wide. Jeff inhaled deeply. The special condensed version of David’s scent was much stronger and muskier than what he had picked up on his coat. This was the result of new sweat from the morning’s walk to work as well as months of built-up musk that had seeped into the fabric, insoles and lining of his shoes. His tongue flicked through the gaps in David’s toes and curled around to give each individual digit a thorough spit wash. David pulled his foot out briefly and spread Jeff’s legs open, sat across from Jeff on the other end of the sofa and pushed his feet un onto Jeff’s chest. “I thought you said you were compliant and wanted to please. Clean my feet pussy.”

Jeff immediately went to work. He could not for the life of him understand how David knew how deeply he loved feet, and David’s were the best he had seen since he visited Rome and saw Michelangelo's David. His toenails were trimmed, sinewy, veins mapped the surface and these bent and twisted with every movement he made. He had a prominent, wide big toe leading the dactyls in size, prominence and beauty. Jeff alternated between the two feet, at times just taking deep long breaths and the rest of the time, licking and sucking David’s feet, slathering them with saliva to the point that walking would have been a slip hazard. Jeff wanted to impress David and looked him in the eye, or as much of his eye as he could see as David was slowly beating his now erect cock slowly and the thing took up real estate. He open his mouth wide and took David’s entire foot in his mouth down to the alluring arch.

David’s eyes opened wider and he smiled. This boy was eager indeed. “Jeff, sit on my foot,” David said. If he was going to explore all the quirky questions he ever had about some of the non-violent fetishes he had seen, this seemed like a good place to start. Jeff bit down lightly on David’s foot and moaned when he heard his instructions. He pulled out and laid down another thick coating of spit before straddling David’s trotter and sliding down nearly effortlessly until David’s entire forefoot was sunk deep in Jeff’s rectum.

As Jeff fucked himself, David started to beat his meat faster. He waved his member at Jeff who quickly bent forward, without losing a beat on the foot impalement he was performing and opened wide to take David’s first eight inches with expert skill.

Jeff moaned and started slow sucking David the full length of his middle leg. With the additional lubrication provided by his own spittle, Jeff dove further down, his throat being stretched to almost unimaginable widths. No one had, without the benefit of all his body weight, ever taken all of David’s enormous bone. Jeff was the dog for the job. He pushed himself deeper and deeper until David could feel his foreskin being pulled back by the constriction caused by Jeff’s throat. David watched as the tiny man looked straight into his eyes just as he swallowed the last few inches of pork sword and kissed his lips to David’s pubes.

David was incredibly turned on by the feat and the remarkably small size of his cocksucker. It was a stunning sight, this handsome, taut, tight little man throat deep and bouncing slowly up and down on eleven inches of American cock. David grabbed Jeff’s face with both hands, it disappeared almost completely, and he began to face fuck the eager blower. Jeff let it happen, didn’t complain or even come up for air. He just opened his throat every time David pumped his hips and made circular motions with his tongue whenever he could to further stimulate the fat knob.

David could not believe he was slow fucking a hot, slick throat with impunity. At times he would thrust in and try to bury Jeff’s head in his pelvis. Others, he would pull Jeff’s head almost fully off his pisser and only let him play with the very tip of his dickhead, his tongue just lightly flicking his slit and picking up whatever precum he wasn’t swallowing well past his taste buds every time David shoved the giant sausage into his gut.

This was the best blow job of David’s life and David did not want it to stop, but he knew where he wanted to drop his load. “Rag doll,” he said in a low whisper. “Sit the fuck down on my dick like you’ve been wanting to do for five years. Do it right or I walk.”

Jeff smiled as much as he could with a baseball bat sized tool still happily ensconced in his throat. He moved his hips one last time, taking David’s foot so deep, his dick and balls rested fully on David’s lower shin. David loved the debauchery of the act and gave Jeff a light slap. “Fucking bottom to the core. You were made this size because all you needed to be was a pair of deep holes. C’mon, skewer yourself like a good girl.”

Jeff stood and pulled off of David’s dick, leaving behind layers of slathered spit to lubricate his next move. Standing on the couch, he walked just past David’s dick and straddled his dream fuck, his legs open on either side of him. “Hold it straight up for me,” he said. He spoke deliberately, he knew what he wanted, he wanted a man’s giant pole and he wanted to drop on top of it until he could feel it blending up his breakfast.

Jeff’s next move should have been on OnlyFans. It could have been the anchor of a very successful new creator account. In one motion, agile, fast, smooth and graceful, Jeff sat down on the entire length of David’s stupidly large baby cannon. He started with his knees bent, as if he were about to slowly squat. With his right hand positioned in front and underneath him, he found David’s pole, standing straight up as requested, and easily guided the member directly to his ring. His was a practiced cunt and thought the feat was not painless, it was also not ass shattering and Jeff was able to manage the stinging pain in every sphincter along the route to his stomach while maintaining a near free fall pace.

At first David let out a loud moan, the feeling of traveling that far into Jeff’s bowels was incredible. It was a warm, tight ride all the way until he hit bottom. His eyes opened wide and filled with a voracious lust. “The fuck!” yelled David. “Oh, you little fucking Raggedy Anne bitch cock sucker! You want me to rearrange your guts through your snatch don’t you. Fucking hell! What the fuck was that?! What kind of a human pussy can just drop his entire body on a horse cock? The FUCK!”

As David reacted, Jeff began to bounce around on David’s cock but the move had awakened his top in a way Jeff had not expected. David reached out and grabbed Jeff’s hair, pulling him into a tight embrace. David then pushed himself up onto his feet, still holding Jeff who was solidly spiked onto David’s spear. Once he was standing, David slid his arms underneath Jeff’s legs and placed his hands squarely on his thin, waifish back. Jeff was small enough that David could actually reach under his thighs all the way up to his shoulders. In this position, Jeff was a true rag doll, his legs dangling out to the sides as David began to impale him viciously onto his hard as steel ramrod.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Jeff exclaimed, through forced breaths pushed out of him each time his weight and some of David’s strength was used to shove the burning meat log into his ass.

Between thrusts, Jeff looked at David who was staring directly into his eyes. His face was curled into a sexy snarl. Jeff could only open his mouth and lick his lips as he felt his hole widen. David then flashed another smile and lifted Jeff fully off his dick, his arms straight out in front of him. He then brought Jeff down quickly onto his cock, much as Jeff had done when he was showing off that he could sit on an elephantine schlong with no pain. But unlike the first time, David decided to make it a shoulder and deltoids workout, lifting and dropping the light as a feather fuck doll a dozen times. The first few times Jeff let out a guttural grunt. This built in pitch as it dropped in volume so that the final time, it was a dog whistle whisper. With each drop, Jeff seemed to be melting into David, pulling himself closer and closer to Davids’s chest, trying to wrap his arms around the massive man. It was an absolute and unconditional surrender.

David looked at him and knew he was spent. “My little punani Barbie has had enough?” he asked? Smiling down at Jeff’s face resting on top of his large pec, eyes closed and mouth wide open, as if he was searching for oxygen.

Jeff shook his head and mumbled something. David leaned in and heard Jeff barely whisper, “Please you.”

David put Jeff down on the couch on his back. With one hand he grabbed the once dignified man’s legs and pushed them over Jeff’s head so that his asshole was exposed front and center, it’s cavernous state now inviting a troop of cocks. Dick placed his dick back inside Jeff, pushing in until his entire body was landing hard on top of the exhausted, resilient bottom. With each thrust he could feel his climax building. He wanted something tighter though and reached down to slide three fingers on top of his cock into Jeff’s yawning crevice. He hooked his fingers into the inside of Jeff’s rectum and continued to fuck him, enjoying the intense tightness the fingering was creating. Jeff had let out a yelp and had even tried crawling back slightly but quickly recovered his resolve. He was rewarded with the biggest load he had ever taken, the jets and streams were Bellagio worthy and he felt every single one. With the last remaining bit of strength, he contracted the muscles in his ass to milk David’s baby batter fully out of his hose.

David fell on top of the short king Director but stayed inside him. He felt the contractions, a thanks for coming gift from his talented friend. He took a minute to catch his breath and felt Jeff doing the same.

“Fucker,” he finally said when his dick slid out of the wrecked train tunnel Jeff would be forced to nurse back to health. “I can’t go to work with a dick smothered in jizz and ass juice. Clean it.”

Jeff pulled himself up and immediately set to work, licking away every trace of spit or cum from Jeff’s dick, crotch, balls and feet. He was still rock hard and got up to go the bathroom to finish himself off without making a massive mess. He also had David’s load drooling down his leg. “NO!” he heard David say. “It would make me very happy to know you will be dripping my juice all day today. Just put on your clothes. And don’t even think about jacking off. Hold it for twenty-four hours. Tomorrow is Saturday, take your time and edge it out today and at home tonight and tomorrow. Don’t disappoint me, Raggedy Anne.”

Jeff laughed and began to dress himself. He shook his head and began collecting David’s clothes and handed them to him. As he did, David grabbed him by the waist, pulled him in close, picking up off the floor, and kissed him. Jeff kissed him back while he hung on to David’s neck like a weather vane, his legs dangling behind him.

“Hey, Jeff,” David said, pulling away from the kiss and looking directly into Jeff’s eyes. “This was amazing. Thank you for letting me...well, for letting me. I loved it!”

David set Jeff down and finished dressing, giving him a final kiss and grabbing his ass through his pants, spreading the cheeks apart. He knew this would release a little more spunk into his pretty little ass crack. He opened the door and walked up to work, arriving on time as he would any other day.

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Root Cause Ch 9: Damn Good Pizza​

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David was intently peering into a computer screen showing an electron magnification of multiple horizontal planes, thin slices of brain and other organs, pulled from some of the rats from his last experiment. He was most fascinated by the specimens he pulled from the animals’ hypothalamus. This gland was responsible for regulating much of the sexual behavior in humans. The cells on the hypothalamus, like all cells in the body, were lined with a membrane that kept the cell intact. But the membrane was porous, and the gaps were policed by receptors that decided if the materials coming through the blood stream would be allowed into the cell. Every cell was constantly producing molecules to tell the receptors what could be allowed and what could not, or even what needed to be expelled and what needed to be retained.

Insulin resistance was a good example of this as insulin’s basic responsibility in the body was to usher glucose, or sugar, into the cells that would need it to move muscles, digest food, think, or really almost any other activity that required energy. But, in the case of Type 2 diabetics, a persistent, sustained, high level of consumption of sugary foods meant that insulin was working overtime to move the sugar out of the blood stream, where it could be lethal, and into any cells that would store it or use it. But with enough sugar consumption, cells would begin to signal to their gatekeeper receptors that they no longer needed sugar, nor could they store any more of it. So the receptors would close off to new glucose. The pancreas, noticing the levels of glucose rising, continues to release insulin, in essence doubling or tripling the amount of insulin knocking at the doors of the receptors and forcibly lowering the levels of sugar in the blood. At some point the mechanism fails as the pancreas can no longer produce enough insulin to coerce the average cell and the body begins to experience a series of metabolic issues related to hyperglycemia, including possibly death.

The many receptors in the cell membranes also work to keep unwanted molecules out of the cell. This could include pathogens, things that make us sick, or just simply molecules that the cell does not need at that moment. Working on the theory that an absence of testosterone during fetal development was largely responsible for both the expression of sex organs but also for sexual behavior, David had been testing the idea that targeting the brain’s androgen receptors, those responsible for taking in testosterone in particular, he could stimulate those to allow more testosterone and perhaps reshape the brain’s sense of sexual attraction.

Deep in thought, David did not notice Mark standing next to him until his arm draped around his shoulder. He looked up and smiled at his friend. “Mark, hi,” he said, an unexpected flush of joy flooding his chest. He paused for a second to stare at Mark’s smile. No one had ever been more striking in the history of the universe, though David. If Helen launched a thousand ships, this man would unite all the armadas of the world.

“Hey there, Seabiscuit,” replied Mark. David wanted him to kiss him. His mouth was electric and Mark’s touch was nice but there were clothes in the way, people in the way. He lingered in the moment of desire, enjoyed the smell of Mark’s breath so close to his face. Remembered the taste of his tongue running over his own the night before.

Mark broke the moment, turning to look at the screen, “This is really interesting. It’s almost like the androgen receptors shut down. Weren’t you working an experiment that treated the rats to high levels of coded androgens?”

David had not stopped looking at Mark who turned to seek and answer. “Yeah, I was, but...Mark…” He was struggling to say something and this tickled Mark who, with the slightest gesture, moved his hand from David’s shoulder to his head and gave him a pat on the cheek before moving it back.

David searched and found words, “Yesterday was the best pizza I ever had. Seriously, I thought I knew pizza, but fuck!” he said in a hushed tone, tilting his head and opening his eyes wider to emphasize how much he loved Mark’s cooking.

Mark roared with laughter. His body tilted back and forth like an invisible man had decided to play tickle the stud and it took him a minute to regain control. David continued, speaking with a low, urgent tone, pushing his words with a growing intensity while trying to keep his voice down, “Dude, seriously! Do a blood test! I am swimming in endorphins, I could run a marathon right now. I can’t come off the high! Fuck, I clearly don’t want to; what we did, where we did it, how we did it, you.” He leaned in closer, pulling Mark in by one shoulder, “you, you fucking amazing motherfucking fuck stud, ahhhhhh!”

Mark laughed again, this time grabbing both of David’s cheeks and pulling him in for what would have passed to everyone else as an excited bro kiss, the kind you give to your best bud when he gets married or gets laid for the first time. “I am truly happy for you, David,” he responded. Shit eating grin plastered all over his face. “But you were not the only one that had a life-altering meal last night. The cannoli I had, the amazing surreal masterclass level cannoli I had, I mean...it’s one of those meals you never want to forget or get over.”

David was relieved, “I was a little worried the meal was too much, maybe hit you too hard?”

“Nooooooo!” Mark said, exaggerating his response and furiously shaking his head. “No, no, no, Seabiscuit. I mean, I rarely take cannoli, it is not usually my go to, but if that is the last time I have that particular dessert, I would have no complaints to lodge against the universe. In fact, you feed me that a couple more times and I’m gonna have to put a ring on you.”

David’s face tightened as he pulled away from Mark ever so slightly. “Relax, it’s just a joke,” Mark said. “I am not looking for anything other than good food and I want to see you learn to enjoy phenomenal meals without guilt.”

“Did I hear someone mention life-changing cannoli?”

Both men were startled to see Dr. Roland Smythe standing next to them. They thought they had been quiet but were relieved that their very secret code had not been deciphered and let out a hearty laugh, confusing the lead researcher at the Sexual Behavior Experiment.

“Sorry, Roland,” Mark said. “We really over did it last night but it was amazing food. I will text you the place later.” He would now need to do a furious Yelp! search for life-altering cannoli and hoped Dr. Smythe would be satisfied.

“You gentlemen seemed really happy, I came over hoping for good news on the experiment, but great pizza is a good consolation!” exclaimed Dr. Smythe.

David settled slightly back into work mode, he hoped Mark would not leave as he explained what he had found, “Well the rats in the last experiment actually responded by segregating themselves by sex and engaging in intercourse exclusively among their own gender. Even the female rats began mounting other females. I basically turned the tank into two orgies, but it’s not what we were hoping might happen.”

“And when you look at the horizontal planes of the hypothalamus, you can see the receptors appeared to have been damaged or gone dormant. It was as if the androgen we injected into the rats made them testosterone resistant and muddled their sexual expression,” continued David.

“You didn’t muddle it, David,” said Dr. Smythe, “you actually flipped it. But this may be a breakthrough. The testosterone you used was coded, correct?”

“Yes,” answered David, “I have been experimenting with various sequences to see what might make the testosterone more palatable or more easily absorbed in the brain. But in this case, it was common hormone. The main difference in this experiment was that I flooded the tank with a new pheromone blend meant to stimulate the vomeronasal organ. This is my fourth formula; in this case I adjusted the signal pheromones.”

“So, you were trying to improve their ability to sense and react to pheromones in their olfactory sensors in their nose?” Mark asked.

Mark nodded. Dr. Smythe moved closer to the screen so that he was now in front of David, almost as if he were trying to crawl into the thirty-six inch monitor to take a closer look. Mark took the opportunity to stand next to David, on his left side. Though he was listening intently, his hand slid onto David’s crotch and gave his mound a solid squeeze. David broke from the screen and looked at Mark in amused horror. Mark then pretended to want to crawl into the screen with Dr. Smythe and moved directly in front of David, pushing his ass, pants fabric taut to the point of lewdness, directly onto David’s quickly hardening meat. He wiggled slowly, imperceptibly, winning the prize he sought has he felt a hard as stone cock grown to its full mass.

David felt a new freedom and placing one hand on Mark’s back, slid another under Mark’s lab coat, clutching his ass like a massive bowling ball while attempting to shove two fingers in his hole through the expensive, four-way stretch jeans Mark was wearing.

“Oh!” Mark’s outburst startled Dr. Smythe who turned just slight to look at Mark’s face. “Look, there,” he said, pointing at the screen and wondering himself what to say next. “The receptors, look! They are all deformed, they look like they lost a boxing match. I’ve never seen the structures so badly wrecked.”

As he spoke, Mark felt David’s hand sliding further up into his waist band and then back down to his hole. This was too much and he regretted writing the check David now wanted to cash. With David fingering his hole about to penetrate his still sore cunt, he stood up straight and created enough distance that David was forced to pull his hand. He turned and David had a victorious, intense look in his eyes, along with a slight smirk. David sucked on the two fingers that had been massaging Mark’s sphincter and patted Mark one last time on the ass and stepped forward so that all three men where now side by side. This whole time, Dr. Smythe had not stopped talking.

“This is indeed fascinating,” he said, excitedly. “Clearly the receptors developed testosterone resistance. I have never seen this before. Insulin resistance, sure, that’s the bane of endocrinology, but testosterone resistance? This is a massive breakthrough. You may not think so, David, but being able to elicit this response is incredible as an achievement. You need to write this up immediately. I want a draft, notes and a proposal for where to go next in two weeks.”

The Lead Researcher spoke as if he were about to leave but instead continued to stare at the screen. “If the testosterone was rejected by the hypothalamus, did you find it anywhere else? Was it just secreted?” he asked David.

“No, actually testosterone levels were low in the secretions we tested and there was scant trace in the kidneys or….” David stopped. Both men turned to look at him. “We pumped them full of testosterone and pheromones, but the hormone could not make it into the hypothalamus. In fact, it was so overwhelming it initiated cell death in some instances. See there and there?”

David pointed at two points on the screen. Mark and Dr. Smythe nodded. David continued, “But the hormone went somewhere. When we look at the slice of the testicles, you can see signs of energy depletion as if they were spent, over stimulated. We drove down their desire for females but drove up their desire for sex.”

“So, we know how to move in one direction,” said Dr. Smythe. “Now we just need to unlock the reverse. But this is important. This is the first time we’ve seen this response. Something about the combination needs to be studied closely. Excellent work, David. Looks like that dinner last night was a well-deserved early celebration. Write all of this up and when it’s finished maybe we can take Mrs. Smythe out with us to that great restaurant you two were going on about.”

He reached out and took David’s ass fingering hand and shook it enthusiastically. “I have to go but please keep me informed!”

Dr. Smythe walked away, leaving the two men alone again, both thinking about what this discovery might mean. They were again alone in the invisible space they created with the strong, strange new intimacy they were enjoying.

Mark turned to face David, “That was risky Seabiscuit!”

David laughed, “Really? You are going to lecture me on risky. Look at my dick, it is still hard! I had to button my coat or Roland would have popped an artery if he’d seen the display.” David paused, “By the way Jeter, I love it when you call me Seabiscuit. It reminds me how deep into a baseball player’s ass I can get.”

Mark chuckled. They had fun together. “Hey, I really want to hang out tonight, but I have an important family thing. Are you sure you’re ok? No massive post-nut guilt? No need to go punch a fag while you impale his shitter?”

David looked down. He had said those things. He was a little embarrassed. The world Mark was starting to reveal to him held so much promise and he had spent years hiding in the violent back alleys instead of enjoying true affection. Mark sensed David’s unease, “Hey, no, don’t. Don’t go there. We all have a journey. Some guys love the humiliation and you may well get your chance again with them, all I want you to do is to give yourself over to enjoying men through their bodies, their actions, and their desires. Every guy is different and if all you do is sing your song, you’re going to miss out on a lot of other melodies.”

“Other pizzas, you mean?” smiled David.

“I am sorry we won’t be going to the gym tonight. You can’t imagine how sorry. I was hoping to drop in behind my little horsy and maybe give him a taste of Jeter’s bat,” Mark whispered, leaning in so David could inhale Mark’s intoxicating scent.

“I’m on a strict no cannoli diet,” David answered, “but I am all into this new experiences shit my gaping-pussy friend recommended, so you never know.” As he spoke, David shifted his head so his words and breath floated like warm, soft feathers onto Mark’s face and into his ear.

Mark cleared his throat, rearranged his coat and shifted the placement of his pants on his waist, all of which had been disheveled in the past few minutes.

“I need to work, really,” he said, backing away slowly. “I will call you tonight after my family thing. And you clearly need to work too.” His cadence and tone were relaxed, playful. Mark seemed to be all joy all the time. In a way, it challenged David; attraction to men didn’t have to be an impediment to happiness, what an incredible idea! These two days, that very attraction that had haunted his existence like an extra appendage, it had become his greatest source of joy since he could remember. He wondered for the first time if perhaps his work was immoral, that it was wrong to deprive people of a path to acceptance. Deep down, he was not ready to say yes to this question. Mark was Mark, he was special and unique. Jeff had been fun, but if the choice were between Jeff and a family life, it really wasn’t much of a question, he still wanted the traditional nuclear clan celebrating his 80th birthday. It was a legacy he found hard to fathom while living the life of a gay man.

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Root Cause Ch 10: Ménage a Call​

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At home after work, still wondering what his discovery meant in reality, and how he would present this information in a scientific article, David also wondered about the implications. Had he discovered a cure for heterosexuality? Would it work on humans? At what dosages? What possible purpose could this have?

His phone rang and pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced at the time, it was 10:22 p.m. He looked at the name and saw it was Mark calling him on WhatsApp. He clicked to accept the video call and was greeted with the sight of Mark, completely naked, sitting cross legged on a bed. The phone seemed to have been propped up on a night stand. “Hey buddy! How are you doing, today?” asked Mark cheerfully.

David loved the view and answered through an ear to ear grin, “Well look at who called and how she’s dressed! Aren’t I a lucky pony.” He propped the phone on the coffee table in front of him to give Mark a similar view, though David was still dressed.

Mark laughed, tilted his head back and spread his legs out in front of him, his cock and balls in full view, plopped down on the mattress. The crisp white linens made it easy to see and easy to enjoy the sights. “I’ve never done this before,” David said, slipping off his shirt and quickly pushing down his pants and underwear to his ankles, “this could be fun!”

He sat back down on the couch and reached down to remove his shoes, a grin as wide as the Nile adorning his face, David suddenly noticed a shadow coming from one side of the screen on his phone. He wondered if Mark had been caught and grabbed his shirt to place it over his crotch when a young woman’s face popped into view, completely covering up Mark behind her. “Oh, hi, David! I’m Martina, I am so happy to meet you!” She was practically giddy. “I was wondering who this perv would call buck naked, I am so glad it’s you!”

“Uh, uh, um, ah, yeah,” David stammered. He was shocked and quickly put on his shirt and readjusted the phone so the was no longer flashing massive cock. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t...I wasn’t expecting...I’m sorry!”

David quickly pushed the button to end the call.

The phone rang again but David was suddenly filled with emotions he had not expected at all. He was not ashamed, this was something else. First, a tremendous sense of loss swept over him, followed or perhaps accompanied by a growing anger. As his phone rang non-stop, he tried to rationalize what he was feeling. The woman did not seem to be wearing clothes and was definitely not family, unless she was Mark’s wife. Was he married? Did he make David his affair? But she knew, was it an open marriage? Shouldn’t he know more about a coworker after three years? Those questions flashed through his mind, but none of these were the critical questions he was trying to answer. Why was he angry and why was he sad?

He wiped the tears that fell on his cheek, dressed himself fully and went to the fridge. His phone still buzzing and ringing non-stop. He grabbed a beer and drank it in two gulps. He cracked open another and brought it with him to the couch. After more than half an hour he saw a text message from Mark, “Call me NOW or I am driving back from Virginia tonight.”

David took a deep breath and wiped the last of the tears from his face and finally returned Mark’s video call. Mark answered, this time it was just him on screen, his face up close. Martina was still in the room, more than likely. David did not know how much he could say so he waited.

“David, I am so sorry, I thought you knew,” Mark said.

“Know what? I didn’t know there was a thing to know,” David’s voice cracked. His tears seemed to want to come back and they had found new friends from somewhere inside his skull. David tried to control himself, his eyes were moist and his expression betrayed a heartbreak, a death of something that he had not yet had time to celebrate as living.

“David,” Mark replied tenderly, his own eyes starting to well up as he hated the suffering he had caused. “I am so sorry, I was careless, I just assumed you knew...you knew about Martina. That she and I are dating.”

“No,” David replied, shrugging. Two long tear tracks forming thin, salty stripes down his face. “I am sorry I hung up. That was rude. There is nothing to be sorry for, we’re nothing, we’re not a thing, you don’t owe me any explanation or…”

He shuddered as if swallowing some horrible medicine. His chin quivered but he did not want to completely fall apart. “But you’re upset, and I did that, my heart is breaking right now. Please talk to me, David,” Mark pleaded. “I thought you knew we were not headed towards anything serious, and I thought you knew about Martina and I. Those were stupid assumptions.”

“They were stupid,” David said, trying to break the tension with a little humor. He looked up. Mark had set the phone down on the bedstand again and he was still naked. He was attractive. No, he was resplendent. “Mark, I didn’t think we were a couple. I know a good fuck-” he stopped cold. What if Martina was still in the room.

“It’s ok, David,” Mark said reassuringly. He shifted back on the bed and extended his arm, a naked Martina joined him and sat next to him. She was fit, tall and exactly the type of woman David hoped to someday desire enough to marry.

“I promise it’s ok, David,” Martina added. “Mark and I have no secrets and we’re not exclusive. More importantly he told me about how happy you made him and I was over the moon. I was even secretly hoping maybe, well that conversation can be for another day. I can leave the room if you want, but I love Mark and I love the people he loves. I would never hurt you.”

Her tone was uniquely reassuring. David understood why Mark liked her. “You know everything about me?”

“No,” Martina answered. “Mark only told me about the amazing sex with a good friend from work. He told me a few quick details about last night, some thick and long details too.”

She was sweet, but it was too early for humor or flirting from her. She paused, “But I know the work Mark is doing and while I have my reservations, I understand why he is doing it, I get the motivation. I imagined if another man was having sex with Mark, from work, well perhaps there were some internal conflicts there as well. That is all I know. Do you prefer I leave?”

David could have said yes and it would have been fine, but he shook his head. He pressed his hand to his face and held it there, he wanted the next words to be accurate.

“I didn’t lie,” David said. “I did not think I was suddenly Mark’s boyfriend and we were going to get married. I don’t want that, the whole reason I am working at the lab is because I want a different future. But, well, Mark was the first time I even thought I could be happy, that maybe I could be a happy gay man, dogs, rainbow flags, Lady Gaga, pride, fucking Ibiza, Broadway shows and all that comes with that part of the culture. I wasn’t ready to dive in and wasn’t even sure I ever would, but Mark was hope for me.”

He stopped again, the tears returned and he sobbed. Mark and Martina listened and knew it was not time to interrupt. David looked up again. Mark’s arm was around Martina’s shoulders, they were both crying quietly and wiping tears from their eyes, tremendously moved by the intense pain David was feeling. “He was just a glimmer, a tiny light in a dark fucking cave a thousand feet below ground, a possible path to acceptance of how I was made. He was my one hope so far in thirty-four years of life, more than twenty of which have been filled with confusion, self-loathing and self-denial. It was hard to see that hope disappear in the blink of an eye, I wasn’t expecting it at all.”

David looked back at his phone. Mark had moved closer, his hand now on Martina’s leg. He looked intently into David’s eyes and finally spoke, “My friend, you haven’t lost me. I am still here. I want us to keep exploring all those great feelings together. But I understand what you mean, I really do.”

Mark grabbed his phone, he wanted to be there next to David, to hold him as he spoke. “Even if I am not the hope you started to imagine, think about this, you found a light two feet from you at work. Who is to say I am the only person like me? I am not that special. I am just Domino’s, there are more out there who love life, who love joy. I want you to keep experiencing all of it, there are undoubtedly brighter lights out there, but you were so alone, so closed for so long, you thought I was more special than I am. I’m just a guy. A guy with a magical ass, yes, but just a guy.”

David smiled and dropped his gaze slightly. “Maybe,” he finally spoke up. “It was so fast and the carpet flew out from under me before I could even take a full stride.”

“David,” Martina spoke up, pressing her face against Mark’s so that the two completely filled his screen. “How about we make a deal?”

David smiled. She was kind and an absolute stunner. Her brown wavy hair looked effortlessly Farrah, her skin glowed as if she had played tennis all day and taken a tiny bit of sun. Her teeth were perfect, broad, and gave her smile prominence. Her blue eyes looked like they had been color matched to a bright, spring morning with nary a cloud in sight. Her kindness and understanding convinced David that Mark deserved exactly this type of woman if he was to be with a fish-crotch. “What type of deal?” he asked.

“Look, Mark and I are not that serious either. We’ve been dating on and off for some time, no drama just other people come into our lives and we have not wanted to tie ourselves down yet, it’s all been great. How about, you and I agree that if you fall deeply, madly in love with Mark and you want to put a ring on it, I will go find one of my many other lovers with larger cocks and more stamina,” she said, with a grin and sideways glance towards Mark.

“HEY!” yelled Mark. “Do I get a say in this?”

“No,” she answered in a matter of fact manner. “This is between David and I. So, David, do we have a deal? You get dibs. I have lots of paths to happiness if he is your only light, I can live with that, maybe you can share him with me on my birthday and over Thanksgiving.”

“I don’t really believe you,” David said, he was not tense, just acknowledging what was probably true. “Why would you give up the love of your life for me?”

“Well, first of all, he is not the love of my life, at least not yet,” she said, Mark’s incredulous face accusing her of all manner of insult. “But maybe you can make it worth my while. I heard about Seabiscuit…maybe you can try things with me in a safe space. I certainly want to try things with you.”

David finally cracked a full smile. “Well, I just found the bestest pussy in the world, I am not sure I why you’d want to follow him up to the mic, but ok, you have a deal.”

He paused again, looking intently at the couple halfway down the eastern seaboard, both sitting naked and looking as natural as a man and a woman could look. “Thank you,” he uttered. “Thank you for talking me down.”

“David, I did not get a chance to tell you how wonderful it was to spend time with you yesterday. I so enjoyed every second I spend with you. All I keep thinking is that being near you is a privilege and I was so lucky to get to be so close to you that you inserted an arm into me up to your elbow, at least that’s how it felt,” Mark paused. “Is it too soon to tell you how much I love you? How much I want to see your happiness? I do, with every cell in my body.”

“It is, faggot,” David retorted. “You’re coming off as super needy. So embarrassed for you right now. Ick.” The delivery was dry, it was the words of Paris Hilton in the voice of a news caster.

“Hey buddy,” Mark added through his playful grin, “I am glad I did something for you. It was already set up but I think it is even more perfect now. I want you to go work out tomorrow afternoon. Make sure you are in the sauna whe…ahem, where we ate pizza, by 8pm. I asked Maureen to help me set up a little surprise.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” Mark added. “For shits and giggles, walk into the sauna stripped naked but without taking a shower after the workout.”

“You won’t be there?” David asked, though he knew the answer.

“No little pony. I am sorry. I was planning on being there but we decided here with my family that we need to arrange some assisted living infrastructure to make sure my mom is alright. My sister and I are here now and we’ll both stay for a couple weeks to put everything in place. We don’t want mom to have to leave her house, so we have to work out a bunch of things. I hope you understand,” Mark said. The playful tone faded and David missed it immediately.

“I do understand, I took my mom in two years ago, I totally get it. Do what you need to do, I will figure things out here on my own. Maybe it’s for the better, I have a lot of work to do with the last experiment,” David conceded.

“It’s not like you’re in a monastery. Get out, look around, experience other pizzas and maybe even some calzones!” Mark urged.

“This fucking metaphor is getting the shit beat out of it,” David said, laughing.

“It was a metaphor?” Martina asked as they all broke out in laughter.

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Root Cause Ch 11: The Eucalyptus Experiment​

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David spent hours poring over his data the next day at work. In brief breaks from the analysis, he wondered what Mark had prepared, but his mind was persistently drawn back to the scientific challenge. By 3pm, he was ready to talk to his team about his preliminary thesis and next steps.

David walked into the meeting room and, as always, captivated every eye in the room. He was young, handsome, an excellent dresser who always smelled woodsy and masculine. At work he was dedicated, intelligent, and creative. Any one of these characteristics might have been enough to win his colleagues over but he was all of them. He took a seat at the head of the table and clicked a remote that lit up a large screen behind him. He worked through the issues and the findings from the experiment that seemed to show promise, and began to lay out the potential areas for research as he saw them.

“We have a couple of options to explore,” David said in summation, “perhaps more, I welcome your views, but here are mine: We now have a combination that guarantees androgen uptake. The pheromone and testosterone cocktail elicited a significant endocrine and behavioral response. But we need to find a way to swap the areas impacted, allowing testosterone to enter the hypothalamus and finding a way to give the testicles a break.”

A few members snickered. Adam Watson, second in seniority only to David on this research team, spoke first. “We’ve switched up pheromones before, is that what you are suggesting?” Adam had come directly out of graduate school after earning his Ph.D. in molecular biology at UC San Francisco. He was a bit pudgy, even squat. He had come in sporting an attractive wrestler’s build when he joined the lab but had since married and had one child, another on the way. In under five years, his life had changed and he had settled into a comfortable, short dad bod. The one thing that had not changed and remained a strikingly handsome feature, where his grey eyes, tucked under long lashes and straight eyebrows that gave that part of his face looks a model would have paid good money to have.

Jenna Strohmayer spoke up, the research assistant was working on her doctorate research at UCONN and was one of many bright faces that had simply passed through the lab for a year or two and failed to make their mark, but then again, the whole team had failed. “I think what we might exploit is the manner in which receptors on testicular tissue are different from receptors in hypothalamic tissue. I don’t know off the top of my head if there is a difference, but we can begin to research the literature and if there is indeed a way to shape the pheromones so they stimulate chiefly or only the hypothalamus, this could reverse the effects we observed.”

“Yes,” David said, encouraged that the explanation was quickly seized by his team. “And there is at least one other area to explore. I wondered if there might be a way to both encourage uptake of the hormone in the brain while only introducing pheromones, plus perhaps something to stimulate the testes to produce more testosterone. A part of me wonders if the exogenous hormones we pumped into the subjects was treated as foreign and rejected as such.”

Tony Costa, a tall and handsome young man whose family probably came from somewhere in northern Italy some hundred years back, stood up and moved to the screen. Pointing to a spot on the image, his defined arms seemingly made to be shown off in long sweeping motions, he said a bit excitedly, “These testicular cells would not die if they were the ones producing the testosterone. The signaling mechanism to produce and uptake are totally different. That’s genius!” he exclaimed. David had moved over a foot to make room for Tony and turned slightly so he was eye level with the young man’s basket. David realized he was wearing a thin material that was made to look like dress pants but was in fact stretch fabric, similar to sweatpants. Above that he was wearing an athletic polo that hid nothing from view. Every nook and cranny was outlined and it was clear Tony took very good care of his body. As his hands were waiving about, David had even seen his nipples clearly outlined. One was sharp, tight and tense from the cool room. The other was clearly pierced.

David reacted to Tony’s point, “Absolutely, that is my question or idea, whatever you want to call it. Can we signal to the hypothalamus to take up testosterone and masculinize the brain further, while having the testes produce their own testosterone instead of pumping in the fake stuff. Can you, Tony and Donna, please research that angle?”

David looked at Donna who was, as always, completely invested in what was said but would not provide a response until she had had a chance to think through all that was said. David at first had been annoyed by her habit of coming to him three days later with genius level insights, but he had come to understand her need for information before she would commit to a point of view. Her inability to innovate on the spot was a weakness but her ability to analyze, destroy and rebuild ideas with data, was invaluable to him. As a nod the oldest and perhaps wisest member of the team, David added, “Please take some time to think all of this over. We’ll meet next Wednesday to confirm ideas, but if you feel good about a direction, by all means, jump.”

This was a good start. David reviewed his notes, sent out updates, and prepared an outline for a preliminary research paper as requested by Dr. Smythe. He gave the Director of the Sexual Behavior Experiment a quick call to keep him informed before he headed out the door to the gym. He had not given it much specific thought, but he remained conscious of the upcoming appointment at the gym. He grabbed a quick protein shake on his way to Andros Gym and drank it as he went, finally beginning to seriously consider what, exactly, Mark had arranged.

As he entered, David was greeted by Maureen. “Good evening, Dr. Lopez, it is wonderful to see you again today.”

“Thank you, Maureen, it’s good to see you as well,” David replied in his usual friendly tone.

“I appreciate that, Dr. Lopez,” she answered. “Did Dr. Cox have a chance to talk to you about reserving the Eucalyptus room tonight?”

David smiled but shook his head, “No, no. I know that it is reserved but have no idea what Mark had in mind.”

“Well,” Maureen replied, “Dr. Cox asked that it remain a surprise but hopefully it will be as relaxing as yesterday’s sauna.”

Maureen smiled in her wily, knowing way. Her discretion was extraordinary, yet she was able to employ the most banal and common phrasing to communicate what she probably meant: ‘congratulations on a fantastic fuck yesterday, we were cheering you on from the elliptical machines.’

David smiled and walked through to the locker room. Hyper aware as he was, David looked around as he dressed in his workout gear. Nothing seemed out of place except for one man, a young-looking man, thin and wispy like a stalk of late autumn wheat, who seemed to be throwing him side glances. David knew the man had to be over 18, the gym was adults only, but he did everything in his power to emphasize youth, from the hairlessness to the early Bieber haircut. He stood at his locker, his lips pursed as if deep in thought over the political philosophy of Kant, though he was only staring at two jock straps he was holding up with his hands. One was adorned with waves of rainbows and the other, which he helpfully stretched out with his fingers so that it was readable, was bright pink and had a printed design in dark gold that read ‘Entrance in Rear.’

The young man, whose body was smooth and lacked almost any muscular definition, and who sported both an unusually plump ass and a very respectable, thick, cut penis, was perhaps five foot and six inches tall. He reminded David of Jeff, though Jeff was most certainly heavier overall, even at his diminutive height. The young man turned to face David and smiled. Holding his gaze, he selected the deluge of rainbows, threw the other item in his locker and turned to let David watch as he bent fully at the waist to slip his feet into his jockstrap. David was treated to a completely smooth body, bent over, and an ass trench gaped enough that David spotted the pinkest pucker he had ever seen outside of porn cartoons.

David’s dick reacted and started to swell. He wanted to finish his workout, he had just over an hour to go before he was scheduled for Mark’s surprise. He continued dressing, trying not to stare and stir an erection, but at one point he looked up to see the young man, still facing away from him, twist and reach back to adjust the rear bands of his jock strap. In his effort to primp and look perfect, he kept pulling at his cheeks, exposing his hole for longer periods of time and going as far as reaching into the trench between his cheeks and allowing a finger to dawdle right over his pink ring.

David now knew this show was for him and smiled. He had never been with someone so, ‘twinky.’ He was not sure he was attracted to anything else going on over there other than the very fascinating hole, but he appreciated the free show the young man had given him.

Throughout his workout, David continued his surveillance and spotted at least a dozen men who checked him out multiple times. Their fascination was clearly on the package he was sporting, enhanced by the pump he had received watching the rail of a man spreading open his chute in the locker room. David knew he drew attention, but most days he didn’t really register the men around him and he mostly missed the flirting that was happening his way. Today, looking for what he assumed would be a Mark stand-in, he was alert and awake to possible signals. Half worried the surprise would be the twink in the locker room, he concluded his workout no wiser than when he started except for wondering if perhaps he was really much hotter than he had estimated.

As he was told to do, he did not shower and simply threw a towel over his shoulder. At 7:58 p.m. he was pushing past the back door that opened to the private sauna rooms where he and Mark had enjoyed the best sex of both their lives just 24 hours earlier. He was not prepared for what greeted him. In fact, as he opened the room labeled “Eucalyptus,” he wondered if he had walked into the wrong room. The room was slightly larger than the other sauna but there were already three people making him possibly one too many. He was about to check the other rooms when he noticed that one of the three men, now coming into view as the steam cleared slightly, was indeed twinky from the locker room. He was sitting on someone’s lap while another map sat across from them leaning forward, his hand was stretched forward, David thought perhaps he was beating off the twink or the older man. The twink’s living couch appeared to be older, David could just make out a salt and pepper beard. As David’s eyes refocused and he stepped closer, he confirmed that the older man was probably in his late forties or higher, with the third man being a very handsome and athletic Latino probably in his mid-twenties. The two older men were both athletic and both smiled at David as he got closer.

“Hey there, David,” said the older gentleman, the twink remaining exactly where he had been sitting,”my name is Horatio, it’s great to meet you!”

David shook the hand that was extended out. “This here riding my cock is Ricky. Say hi to the man you cunt!”

Horatio slapped Ricky’s ass as he spoke the twink’s name. The young man looked up at David, “Hello sir, I am Ricky.” Swinging his head from the left to the right and pausing with his chin tucked close to his chest, he said, “I heard you fuck hard.”

Before David could answer, a hard slap from Horatio whipped Ricky’s head. He whimpered and turned slightly to tuck into Horatio, nearly in the fetal position, a soft moan coming from his throat.

As if nothing had happened, David heard the third man speak, “And I am Tulio, very nice to meet you.” He held out his left hand which David shook with his right as he looked around for Tulio’s right hand. He found the whole thing tucked into Ricky’s rectum, along with Horatio’s cock. Taking a closer look, he saw that Tulio was essentially gripping Horatio’s very respectable eight inch dick and he was jerking him off slowly, sliding his fingers in and out of Ricky as he gripped and masturbated Horatio’s cock.

Without pulling his hand out of the twink, Tulio, leaned forward and took David’s dick in his mouth. David was nearly all the way hard and he found his new friend’s skills to be top notch. Based on the name, David asked the man with the mouthful, “You are Brazilian, right?”

“Yes,” he said pulling off of David long enough to answer, “you like Brazil? They would love you down there. This is how dicks should all be made!”

That was high praise from a Brazilian, David thought. He could feel Tulio’s throat opening for the last five inches of thick cock, which included his extraordinarily wide glans. He was almost immediately as deep as anyone had ever been down Tulio’s throat, and it happened faster than at any time he could remember. Tulio seemed to be managing the size well, moaning with pleasure as David began to pump his hips to face fuck the Latino who did not complain, pull off, or bat an eye. He had a Fleshlight esophagus.

As he was fucking Tulio’s face, David noticed two things. First, his own scent was strong and it had noticeably changed the scent of the sauna which was no longer soap and eucalyptus and was now thicker, more animalistic, less like citrus and more like citrus mixed with funky marsh water. No one seemed to mind. If anything, the only pauses Tulio took were to take deep, immersive whiffs of David’s pubes. Noticing this, Horatio said, “You smell fucking manly, David. You are an absolute work of art! Look at that cock, that ass, and that man smell. You should be studied at the Smithsonian!”

Looking in the direction of the man impaled on his cock, Horatio then decaled, “Ok, I think he’s ready.” He leaned all the way back so that he was now laying on the sauna bench. He held tightly to Ricky whose ass he lifted a few inches and was now in full view. David looked in amazement at the sloppy pussy-like flexibility of the twink’s completely shapeless hole. Five fingers and a good size cock were coming in and out of him and he seemed to barely register the volume or stretch. But David understood what was expected.

“This is new,” said David.

“Not to him,” returned Horatio, causing all three older men to laugh. Ricky just moaned louder and spread his legs open. It was all the signal David needed.

He pulled his dick out of the talented mouth of Tulio and squatted slightly to point his cock head directly at Ricky’s hole. As Tulio withdrew his hand, he squeezed David’s fat dick and whispered, “Bitch is never going to recover.”

 

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Root Cause Ch 11: The Eucalyptus Experiment (continued)​

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David took a hold of his tool and at first eased his way into Ricky’s ass. Despite appearances, it was an incredibly tight fit, tighter than almost anyone he had ever fucked. Even Ricky’s stretched out sphincter had not anticipated taking Horatio’s more than respectable cock along with one of the largest and thickest dicks it had taken in real life. David settled first into a pleasant in and out rhythm, inserting only half of his steel-hard rod and wanting to enjoy the feeling of two heated cocks rubbing on one another inside a newly stretched out meat sleeve. After a few minutes, loving the pressure and wanting to feel more, he accelerated his pace and provided a crushing and vigorous stimulation to both Ricky’s hole and the bottom of Horatio’s dick. Both men could be heard grunting and making muffled sounds. David’s mind was racing, this was indeed new, and it was intense. “Faggot, are you a cock hungry bottom? Are you one of those endless bottoms who will take two cocks and still beg for some fingers?” David asked.

Ricky exaggerated the femininity in his voice. His high-pitched response made him sound infantile. “Yes, Sir! I love cock. My ass is forever open to big dicks and their owners. Will you put your load in me? Will you fuck me hard? My cunt wants it.”

David did not respond well to this. The caricature bottom, the effort to look as young as possible, all of it revolted some part of him, even as he expanded the thin man’s hole larger than should have been humanly possible. His response was not to leave. Instead, in one sudden and quick motion, no slower than if he’d been a Roman warrior wielding a sword in battle, he shoved his massive dick inside Ricky, all the way to the base of his geyser-hot unit, all the way so that his balls slapped against Horatio’s when he fell into both of them from the inertia he generated with his violent fuck thrust.

Ricky screamed in absolute agony. “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!” he said, whimpering and clearly in pain, unable to put together any other word or semblance of vocabulary.

Horatio also screamed, “Aaaargh!!!! Fuck!” He stood up, and faced David as if he were going to fight him. David’s dick was still inside Ricky and he followed Horatio on his feet, the two men facing each other. Tulio continued to slowly jerk off while Ricky was trapped in between the two alphas, impaled by both dicks like some bottom cunt sandwich. “David, I want you to do what feels good to you but if you are going to squeeze my cock and balls like that, with your huge fucking pole, give a guy a warning.”

“Sorry about that, Horatio,” David said still feeling the tightness of both of their dicks caught inside Ricky’s wrecked colon. “I heard him talking and something did not seem right. I just reacted. Sorry.”

David started to pull out but Horatio stopped him. His hand was holding David’s upper arm, to emphasize the point of who was in control. David nodded and stayed put. “Now,” said Horatio, “I can certainly empathize with the sentiment. This fucking flamer insults our masculinity with his faux femininity. He doesn’t need to pretend to be juvenile or womanly. He already has the world’s largest vagina.”

David could feel the massive pressure on his own dick. Between the two of them, there could have been up to 14 inches of cock circumference inside Ricky. He had indeed come in fast, but the pressure felt so fucking perfect! It was warm, wet and tight, so fucking tight, he started pumping his hips slowly as Horatio spoke. “Look,” Horatio said, grabbing David’s hand and leading him underneath Ricky where his ass was completely exposed and currently thoroughly stretched by more cock than he had ever seen, “feel this. He loves it. If Tulio could somehow put in his cock as well, he would love it. I get it.”

Horatio had pushed two of David’s fingers into Ricky as both men continued to fuck him. Ricky had nowhere to go and all he could do was moan in blind pleasure, tilting his head back so that it rested on David’s chest while his legs were slung over Horatio’s shoulders.

David loved the feeling and slid in a third finger, working up his speed to climax. Horatio smiled at the added pressure and winked at David. He sensed him working to orgasm and put his hand on David’s chest, “Wait, not yet.”

Horatio pushed Ricky up like a rag doll as both dicks fell out like newborn calves. Ricky exhaled and seemed to relax, even when being held up in the air. Still holding up the voracious bottom, Horatio said, “David, lay down on the bench. We’ll make sure you are taken care of.”

David laid down and even before his head was resting on the tiled surface, he felt Ricky being lowered onto his cock. It was gaping. There was warmth and David would always hit walls, no matter how much a cunt had been used, but this was the loosest ass he had ever experienced. He wondered if this was what small-dicked men felt like when fucking women after they had been with a larger cock. The fun in the fuck was not in the tightness now, it was in the warmth and the visual of seeing this tiny little man, with his big useless cock thrashing about, bouncing up and down on David’s gigantic eleven inches. He looked like a toy one bought, not a real human compared to David’s frame and his massive dick.

David then felt both his arms and his legs being lifted. “Close your eyes, David,” he heard Horatio say. David did as he was asked and felt one of the men pushing back and opening his legs so that his hole was completely exposed. He was not going to agree to get fucked, at least not that day, but he let the moment flow. Suddenly, he felt a tongue lick from his scrotum down to his anal cavity. The tongue was skilled. He explored, laid down a thick spit trail, then titillated and flicked, then swirled and twirled all around and inside David’s hole. At the same time, he felt someone pinching one nipple as someone else started licking his arm pits, a long tongue scraping all the sweat off of his hairy underarm and then coming back for more.

“This is absolute heaven,” said Horatio. “These pecs are perfect, you should be on magazine covers and look at the size of these nipples! Hmmmm,” he purred as he sucked on David’s entire breast and then nibbled on the nipple.

All three men were experts at their craft. Tulio was the consummate oral technician. Ricky was a pussy bottom, and had been for all of his adult life, while Horatio was a man, a masculine man who loved masculine men. David understood why he was there and why they were there. With that, he reached behind Ricky who was enthralled to be riding this specimen’s babymaker, and grabbed Tulio by the hair, pulling him up to his face. He landed a kiss on the Brazilian immigrant and could taste himself on Tulio’s tongue. They kissed passionately as Tulio again performed acrobatics inside David’s mouth. David remembered his first Brazilian and pulled Tulio in closer, grinding his face into the man and vice versa, letting the spit that was falling out of their mouths as they kissed lubricate their faces. Finally, David felt Tulio miss a beat, as if something were happening that was interrupting his delicious tongue sucking.

Tulio let out a soft moan as he came all over David and Ricky. He continued kissing David, the kiss maturing from a feverish, desperate mess to a softer, more refined and leisurely exchange of sexual energy. Horatio saw Tulio’s orgasm and said, “I want to cum as well. David, I am going to join you again.”

As Tulio pulled back to wash off in the cool shower, Ricky leaned forward as if to kiss David but David pushed his head to the side. Instead of a kiss, the bottom was treated to a furious, angry, relentless pounding of his hole from both men. Within a minute, he was in excruciating pain but said nothing, bottling his pain somewhere in his mind so that he could continue to enjoy what he truly needed, manly dick. As Horatio ejaculated, David felt the added pressure from the pulsing DILF cock and this was enough to generate a powerful climax of his own.

Horatio pulled out when David pumped his final thick ribbon of man juice. He stood and joined Tulio where the two kissed until Horatio pushed Tulio down to the floor, and asked him to clean up his cock with his mouth. Tulio complied. David recovered and without saying a word, he lifted Ricky and stood him up next to the bench. He joined the other two men under the single shower and after he had rinsed his mouth, leaned in to kiss Tulio again. The man was handsome, masculine, beefy, a posterchild for Ipanema, and for David, that was a huge turn on. In the corner, unwashed and having failed to climax, Ricky was made to wait until the men were finished with their shower. They walked out of the sauna and only then was Ricky able to access water and begin to clean up.

David could not explain his disdain for the trifle of a human, but he knew he would fuck him again if given the chance.

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Root Cause Ch 12: Gay Tours of New Haven​

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As the weeks progressed and the team at the lab continued their work, it was clear something had changed. There was now hope that they were as close as they had ever been to finding the right formula. They had succeeded in changing the sexual expression of an entire cohort of mice, treating them with a pheromone blend plus testosterone. Sure, the researchers could almost hear the Rent soundtrack coming from the rat cage, but it was still the first substantial change in sexual attraction they had achieved in the lab’s history.

During that time, David reached out to Mark almost daily. He wanted to know about his family and the arrangements being prepared for the matriarch of the Cox Clan. Mark in turn asked about work but seemed to steer away from questions about David’s efforts to dive deep into his own sexuality. The mood simply wasn’t right. With all that Mark was attempting to do for his mother, helping her decide her will, creating a trust, and all that went with this, and of course, arranging for some part time help just to make living easier for her, Mark was emotionally spent. David sensed it and did not attempt to push flirting or similar discussions. For his part, Mark was either with his family or with Martina. They both put off conversations that they wanted to have but which would be better had in lighter times, after these very tough few weeks had passed.

And there was a lot to tell from David’s side. He had gone to Jeff and plowed through the man’s holes like a drill through soft Georgia pine. Jeff enjoyed the follow-up fucks almost as much as the first; that one had been a complete surprise and so would remain higher in the spank bank than all other fucks with David, or anyone else. In exchange, David asked Jeff to serve as a tour guide. What was there to experience? What were major elements of gay culture insofar as sex was concerned?

Jeff pointed out that the typical coming out story involves some shy cousin or best friend play, followed by a lot of self-questioning in high school and secret lusting and hidden hard-ons for other students, especially the jocks because they tended to be the most masculine. Then there might be some closet play, as Jeff called it. Anonymous encounters in public bathrooms and parks known only through online fora or word of mouth. There might be places with glory holes, like adult video stores. Another favorite toe dip might be a nude beach which is almost always dominated by men, and almost always involves at least one orgy and lots of hard-ons.

David decided he would follow some elements of the path, if nothing else because he was curious, but also to forge his own journey and to meet other men who might be conflicted, as he was. He first explored a glory hole that Jeff pointed out on the other side of the city, inside an adult video arcade. It was preposterous to still have video arcades charging one dollar per second in 2023, the internet was a thing now, but Jeff explained that people paid for the glory holes, not the video. Jeff walked into the maze of video stalls, permeating the entire experience were a bevy of confusing smells and sounds. Different screens were playing different movies, some woman was howling on the business end of a very large black man, somewhere else two men could be heard huffing and puffing together.

A small light above the door to each closed booth advised customers if the booth was empty. No light meant empty, red light meant not empty and possibly, come in for sex. Half a dozen men were milling around pretending to wait for a booth, but David knew what was happening. Jeff had prepared him. They were cruising, hoping to find someone attractive and hung. David was everyone’s dream at the arcade. He did not stop to talk to or even consider the men standing in the aisles of the arcade labyrinth. He saw a booth with no light on and opened the door. There was recent semen on the floor and a strong smell in the room of something gone wrong. It was fowl and David stepped out immediately. He looked behind him and found another empty booth. It was clean and he sat down, pushing a five-dollar bill into reader as a DVD movie popped on screen.

David was, of course, curious about who was on the other side of the wall to his left. Someone had taken the time to carve out a sizeable hole but it was not large enough to fully see who was his dance partner might be, unless the customer knelt and pushed his eye right into the hole. Not wanting to get poked in the eye by an unwelcome cock, David glanced and saw a heavyset body, nothing else. In preparation, he pulled out his dick and began to slowly beat his meat to see if the potential cocksucker might possibly be interested in an eleven inch meat whistle.

Indeed, the cocksucker was quite interested. The man there considered himself the luckiest person on earth at that moment as he had seen David come in wearing a tight v-neck shirt that showed off a clear outline of his giant pectorals and a perfectly flat stomach. He also noticed the massive package David was sporting and knew that lunch, dinner and dessert had been served all at once. There was always a chance the handsome stud might not want to be sucked off by a chub, that happened to him a lot, but David was on a quest to gather experience and though he would not have been immediately attracted to the man he saw through the waist-high hole, he was not going to stop over that.

As David expected, two fingers came through the hole and slowly receded, scraping the bottom of the hole as they were pulled back. David took his cue and in what seemed like one motion over just a few seconds, he was standing with his shorts around his ankles and a soft eight inch dick was being pushed through a hole in the wall. A faint, ‘Holy Fuck!’ could be heard coming from the other side.

David pushed himself into the wall and relaxed most of his body. He was just going to let this happen and hoped no one wanted to chop off his dick or take a bite on the other side of the wall. The first feeling David had was that of a hand trying to get a grip around the base of his cock. Then he felt a warm mouth enveloping his manhood. David was surprised first by the warmth. This mouth felt hotter than any he had trusted before with his third leg. That someone could swallow his dick soft was also unusual. No one could swallow him whole, at least not at first, and never easily, but even soft he posed a serious challenge to most eager mouths. Tulio had come close but even he took a few minutes to get there.

The mouth on the other side of the partition conquered all that was before him. He had a magic mouth hole, David decided after just a few short minutes. There was the familiar motion of someone sucking back and forth, the lips and tongue competing for space in the mouth, creating pressure, and adding to the feeling of a thick piece of silk fabric soaked in hot water and now wrapped around his cock and gently masturbating him from nearly the tip of his dick all the way down to the base. There was also the hands which took over when the mouth was pulling away and twisted lovingly in different directions, creating a feeling of warmth and tightness.

In less than a minute, David was completely erect. His thick circumference making it difficult for him to move much as the hole someone kindly drilled into the partition did not really accommodate his girth. For David, the hole acted almost like a cock ring that gave the cock sucker on the other side, one of the most engorged versions of David-dick anyone had experienced. Every vein stood out, the top vein thick as a finger and pointing directly at the gaping mouth of the eager chub. The head was a particular sight. It was swollen, as if it had just come out of a penis pump, and it was sensitive, much more so than David ever remembered.

The chub did not shorten or alter his thorough mouth fuck, pulling back to the tip of the giant willy he was cheerfully munching on and then descending fully until his lips nearly kissed the partition between him and the owner of this joyous miracle. He could hear David moaning, then an oh fuck coming from his booth as the video screen shut off, then after some fumbling in pockets, and the tell-tale sucking sound of a cash bill slot, the resumption of the video. Through it all, the chub sucked eagerly and expertly. Altering pressure in his throat, the position and movement of his tongue, the pressure from his lips, at times tighter like an ass sphincter, and times lush, wet and loose like some botox queen with lip filler kissing her favorite puppy.

For David, he could not believe this cock sucking talent existed. He thought he would need to tell Mark about this. As he imagined spit roasting the chub, with him buried balls deep into his throat, he sensed the cock sucker accelerating. He was going faster, much faster, and was not coming off his dick fully so that his bulb remained buried deep in his throat. The sensations were magical. There seemed to be no teeth, no gag reflex at all, just warm spit, a super-hot hole and the feeling of constantly shoving your dick into a cooked pumpkin fresh out of the oven. It was sloshing and fleshy and fucking magical. He could feel his climax coming and gave out a loud moan to alert the chub who, as soon as he felt David’s cock thicken, knew for himself that the load was coming. He dove hard into the wall and swallowed all but the particle board. With the massive cock deep in his gullet, he began to make swallowing movements, thrashing his tongue about the fire hot rod he had taken in and moving his jaw back and forth, his lips constricting and opening quickly, almost all at once, until David was clearly spent.

The chub did not release the most beautiful cock he had ever sucked right away. He gently pulled back, sucking as he did. Licking his own spit and David’s enormous load as he went so that David would reclaim a perfectly clean pecker. At the head, he took time to suck a little harder to get out the last few drops, enjoying the taste of sweet cream. He held the dick in his hand and ran his tongue between the glans and the foreskin. He felt the dick pulling away and a chuckle from the other side. This was a special blowjob for both men and the chub pulled some tissue papers from his pocket to clean up his face. He sat back down, wanting to let the time run out on his last deposit, when David’s face peered through the hole. The most handsome man had the most handsome cock – it figured.

“Meet me outside,” he said.

“Um, oh, Ok,” replied the chub, suddenly worried.

David walked back outside and waited next to his car, a little used Ford Hybrid that he had purchased three years back and still only had about 15,000 miles. “Hey,” he said, waving his hand. “Over here.”

The chub walked slowly, nervously, towards David. “All I have is $52, I can’t pay you more, but I can get money next week. I -”

Dave cut him off, “No, I don’t want money! Why would you think that?”

“Oh, did I do something wrong? Are you worried about disease? I can show you my tests from last week,” he offered, still very nervous and unable to make eye contact.

David in turn searched for the chub’s eyes. He was fragile. He had been wounded, crushed perhaps, by something or many somethings.

“No, buddy,” he said, stepping closer to the chub and gripping his arms as if to steady him. “Take a beat. It’s ok. You want to sit in my car and talk or we can sit in yours and talk. I’m David, it’s nice to meet you. You give a life changing blowjob, you know that?”

The chub smiled, his eyes looking straight at his feet. Finally, he glanced up and met David’s hazel eyes, “Thanks, I’m Martin.”

Martin looked at David’s car but was not ready to trust a stranger that much and he began walking towards the back of the parking lot. “My car is over here.”

The two settled into the comfortable GMC pickup and David turned to Martin, “Honestly, I just wanted to thank you and maybe get your number. You were amazing, really. Did you have all the bones in your skull removed? How do you just swallow so much cock all at once?”

Martin laughed a little. “I guess it’s what I felt comfortable doing, oral, I mean. I have a really small dick and straight guys are my favorite, or at least straight acting, and they don’t usually go for chubby guys when it comes to anal. I also hate all the cleaning involved. It takes me hours to get ready and then only five minutes of fucking, most of it I am in pain. I never got to the good part, so I really focused on oral.”

“Well, you could write a book. That was the best polish I ever got,” David answered, smiling. He put his hand on Martin’s shoulder, “But were you able to climax?”

This was not a normal glory hole question and Martin smiled back at David, “No one cares if the cocksucker cums. And most of the time, he doesn’t want to cum so he can suck more guys off.”

“So, you’re going back in?” asked David.

“No, no. I want to cum a thousand times thinking about you!” he said excitedly. “I don’t think I’ll be back for a long time, you have the best dick in the universe! There is no way to top that. You were my first today and normally I try to blow a couple of guys, but if I go back in and blow some grandpa with his slogging five inches, it will be a huge letdown. I want to keep your taste in my mouth and mind for a long time.”

David smiled again, he leaned in and grabbed Martin by the back of the neck, pulling him in. Martin was gob smacked but knew what was happening and he leaned into the kiss. He was as skilled at kissing as he was at cocksucking. He felt David out, understood tongue was on the table and began a delicate writhing, sucking and spit-lubed rubbing of lips that impressed David. This man had a mouth full of happy things.

“Wow,” said David. “I wonder what you could do in rimming. Let me give you my number. Send me a message. That was incredible but I want to do it again without the partition so I can properly fuck your face. I think you can take it better than any ass or pussy I ever fucked.”

“Yes, thank you,” said Martin, taking note of the number immediately. “I don’t know what to say. It was an honor to meet your dick, David.”

David let out a hearty laugh. Martin was speaking earnestly but that sequence of words had probably never been spoken. “Well, you only met ten inches of him. Wait till you meet the last inch and his two twin brothers.”

“Really, you are going to let me suck you again? And you are not an escort?” asked Martin, thoroughly surprised. He was accustomed to paying for company or getting it anonymously where people could not see his face or his 350 pound frame.

David smiled and furrowed his brow at the same time. “No, no escort. Just enjoyed meeting you very much and enjoyed that incredible work you did in there. If anything you should be charging for that.”

Martin smiled and gave David a peck on the cheek. David grabbed the back of his head before he could move away and gave him a longer kiss on the lips.

The two men shared a few more friendly goodbyes and David was on his way. Martin sent David a quick, “Thanks,” on his phone and was about to set it down when he got a message back. It was an image. Martin opened and David could see his reaction as he was pulling out of the parking lot. Martin was grinning ear to ear looking at a crisp shot of David’s lower chest, looking down towards the strikingly large tower of pleasure at full mast. “For the spank bank,” came a second text.

David waved goodbye through his windshield and drove away. As he was about to pull into traffic, another text from Martin, “Thank you! I have the head of your cock tattooed on the back of my throat, but this is awesome!”

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Root Cause Ch 13: The Making of a Scientist Baby​

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David enjoyed some of his adventures and found others not worth repeating. Grindr was a particularly large garbage pail of need, lust, confusion and arrogance. It was next to impossible to have a normal conversation, everyone wanting nudes and then immediately looking to figure out what box he belonged in from a seemingly endless array of choices. Some he understood, like top or bottom. Others mystified him. One person who had a beautiful profile picture of a silky smooth swimmer with defined muscles throughout and a sweet ass – anyone’s guess as to his face – when asked “Tell me about yourself,” replied with: “Hi, you’re cute. Great pictures, can I see more? Well, I’m a demisexual, gender fluid twink! I do love me some 1980’s style, cis-male jock, is that you?”

David lost interest and blocked the user. He was vaguely aware that these words were being used and that they meant a lot to the people who used them, but he felt that adding more questions and more options to his already confused mind was not the best idea. A few minutes later after seven requests for cock pics, he deleted his account and deleted the app.

Another failure involved his decision to visit a New York City BDSM club Jeff recommended. Jeff did not frequent the place but knew of it and had visited twice. “Both times I was used like a fuck doll,” Jeff told him. “I guess it was my fault for agreeing to get tied up to the sling. Random men just kept coming and unloading in me. I thought it was a fetish, turns out I don’t like it. All I kept thinking was how little I enjoyed the STD Russian roulette game I was playing. I was lucky, I came out clean. The second time I went to keep a friend safe, I was just a bystander. He loved it. You could have ejaculated into his ear, while you slapped his balls, he would have asked for the other ear to be filled as well. But it was not for me.”

Still, in the interest of science, David gave it a go. He entered and after the necessary business at the front desk, changed into his jock strap (per Jeff’s suggestion) and wandered around looking at all the different areas. He found Jeff’s sling, the glory hole maze, and another darker area where it was impossible to know who was grabbing you and whom you were touching. There were multiple efforts to slide fingers into his ass, he did not appreciate the intrusions and kept slapping hands away. As strong as he was, the room was soon filled with loud SLAP! and OUCH! sounds. He eventually made his way into another area with small rooms, each room had a particular implement, a setup with ropes or chains generally meant to render a passive person unable to leave while passersby could have their way.

There were two half walls made of thick plywood with large holes cut out so that the men on the other side, both of whom were bent over a bench and had their hands cuffed to hooks on the floor, could stick their asses out of the holes but could not retreat if the fucking got too intense. Their feet were tied to the bench legs and their only choice was to be fucked or use their safe word. Several “waiters” stood nearby ready to release any such men who had a change of heart.

The whole place smelled of semen, old semen, mixed with cigarette and spilt beer. The space was lit by small LED candles placed throughout, giving the establishment the feel and look of an old dungeon. A lot of men walked around with their dicks out, cock rings helping maintain their erections. Men attempted to lock eyes with David but he was not welcoming partners. He left the two bottoms bent over their benches and saw other men tied to giant X-shaped crosses. One of these was hard, a very tight cock ring holding the blood hostage, while passersby grabbed any one of half a dozen small whips and crops to beat him. Many did strike him, hitting him on his abdomen, his legs, his ass, and of course, his cock and balls. A cry of pain could be heard now and then coming from behind the leather mask he was wearing. Other men provided the opposite service as the two bent-over bottoms, shoving their dicks through large holes at about ass level so that anyone who fancied a fuck could help themselves.

It was unabashedly lewd. David eventually spotted a man he did find interesting. He was sitting at one of the few tables in the room, sipping a cocktail of some kind as all around him, Caligula’s playground had been transported across space and time into modern day New York City. David locked eyes with the man, dressed in a lady’s neon pink babydoll lingerie. His legs were crossed and a fat, long, man sausage was comfortably resting, along with a sizable testicle sac, on his thigh. The man winked at David and signaled to the waiter to send a drink to the hot new all-American jock he had just spotted. Before David could say no, the waiter had run off to fetch the cocktail. David smiled and approached the man.

“I’m David, hi,” he said, holding out his hand.

“It’s great to meet you, David. I’m Steven.”

David was somewhat surprised. Given his attire and choice of drink, he expected an ‘Enchante’ or some other hard come on. Steven’s voice was masculine, deep, and did not seem well matched to the attire. Steven easily saw David’s confusion. “This is not for me,” he explained. “The getup and even the drink, it’s not something I would pick for me if left to my own devices. I might take up a position over in the stallion stall, I don’t mind letting people fuck themselves on my pole, but my job today is to sit here and look effeminate.”

“Your job,” David asked. “You work as one of the waiters?”

Steven laughed, “No, no. I work in finance. I meant this is my assignment from my husband, Thomas. He’s over there,” he signaled to a man who was tied up and laying on his back in an apparatus that resembled a sling but did not move. Each ankle was tied to a wrist so that he was splayed out like a helpless child.

“Yeah,” continued Steven. “He’s the one tied up in the happy baby position, taking as many dicks as he can. His record is thirty-seven.”

David’s eyes opened wide. “Can he even feel his ass after that?”

“I have a pretty fat dick, I take care of wrecking him regularly. But yes, we’ve been to reconstruction surgery twice,” he said in a tone so matter of fact it took David a few beats to really understand what he had said.

“And what is your role in this? If it’s not too personal.”

“Isn’t it funny, you can see my husband getting plowed by a sixty-year-old donkey dick motorcycle rider, my dick is out and hard, and you are wondering if you are being too personal. Isn’t life funny,” he said, smiling and shaking his head.

“I was on Grindr for a bit, testing the waters, and people were far more likely to show me their genitals than to tell me their name, even their first name. It was strange!” David replied.

Steven nodded, “Well, to answer your question, he knows I am a man’s man. He says I try to pass too much and that I am heteronormative conforming. That’s a bitchy way of saying I act too straight. So, two times a year we do this. He gets to be as debauched as he wants to be, though that there is his favorite spot, and I have to wear whatever he picks out for me and drink whatever he decides I should drink.”

As if on cue, a waiter dressed in a chest harness and leather pants delivered a drink that could best be described as colorful.

“Cheers!” said Steven.

David raised the glass and took a sip. If a margarita, shaved ice, a bottle of rum and lighter fluid had a baby, it would have been this. “What the fuck is this?” he asked.

“They call it a Margaroska,” replied Steven, laughing at David’s reaction. “I couldn’t help but notice you are not hard. Nothing here interests you?”

It was not a come on, just an honest question. “I am not sure what to make of this. I decided recently to explore my attraction to men and I have had a friend recommending gay spots to get a taste of what is out there. This is probably not my cup of tea, I have to admit.”

“Sure, I understand, but you can’t leave here never even having sported wood,” Steven replied. “Can I take care of you? I’ll give you a handy, at least you won’t have wasted your entry fee.”

David looked down, Steven was hard and had an astonishingly thick weapon. It was the only penis he had ever seen thicker than his own. It was not longer, maybe a good eight inches total, but no one would be complaining if they were being cock-fisted with that gargantuan meat baguette. He reached out and started stroking Steven, mostly out of curiosity to see what a huge dick felt like. It was so heavy and full, the skin like soft velvet to the touch. He was cut and the area above the scar was a lovely pink that David found alluring.

Steven reached towards David, sliding his fingers under the leg band of his jockstrap and easily finding a massive, curled up cock. Part of him had wondered if David had stuffed his jock, it was too soft and too large to be natural. He was pleasantly surprised. Still sitting, he grabbed David by a fistful of junk and pulled him closer. He leaned over and began kissing David’s neck, fluttering his tongue just under his ear, again halfway down his neck and as David tilted his head back, on his Adam’s apple. All the while, his hand was working to bring blood into the tool he had just set free. David let out a soft whispered moan, his dick responding to the touch. With his eyes still closed, David felt Steven pulling him closer, perhaps for a kiss.

Indeed, just as the two men allowed their lips to meet, both holding on to each other’s obscene manhoods, Steven made a point of staring right at his partner who was currently being railed by two men who seemed to be taking turns, one shoving his dick unceremoniously into his gaped out man pussy, while the other went in for a cock wash in Thomas’ mouth. Thomas’ eyes widened into a near panic. This was not the deal and Steven knew it perfectly well. He was to sit quietly, drink his vagina juice, and reject all offers. That was the deal. There would be hell to pay, Steven knew it, but who would pass up a chance to fuck around with a young Brad Pitt? And this Brad Pitt was jacked and hung!

As Thomas thrashed about angrily, something his visitors took for encouragement, Steven finally closed his eyes and leaned into a slow kiss with David. Both men continued to slowly masturbate the other, Steven would search for pre-ejaculate and spread it all over David’s glans. The moisture and the friction gave him an amazing rush and he leaned into the kiss more aggressively. It went from Princess Bride to Debbie Does Dallas in a split second. Everything became sloppy and wet, moist, hot, messy in the way people with absolute focus on one thing can make things messy. Fuck the spit, fuck where the tongues went, fuck the hair, grab it all, suck it all, bite it all, the important thing was the getting off.

Steven pulled off the kiss and took a few breaths before bending down to take David’s cock in his mouth. As he struggled to get past the halfway mark, he grabbed one of David’s hands and quickly sucked on three fingers and then returned to David’s meat. The wet fingers, he guided behind him, though David already knew what was expected. ‘A man’s man,” David remembered what his cocksucking friend had said. He smiled and slid his hand under the lingerie, sliding one finger easily into Steven’s hole. After a few additional saliva donations, Steven was slick enough that three fingers went into him and David slid in and out and twisted the three fingers together, loosening up the tight sphincter. David surmised he probably did not get fucked much, if at all, and felt proud that he had been allowed in.

At certain points, David would bend and stiffen his fingers almost as if he were lifting a heavy bag and Steven’s ring was the handle. He would pull aggressively, usually to thank Steven for a particularly good tongue swipe or when he went deep enough that David was in his throat. David too noticed that Thomas was a little perturbed, a crowd had gathered and no one was currently left to fuck the sad baby. Even from fifty feet away, David could see how wide open Thomas was, cum dripping out of his hole after who knows how many loads. He bent down and whispered something in Steven’s ear. Steven looked up and nodded, still entranced by the dick he had been gifted by Zeus that day. Other men were masturbating around Steven and David. Some tried to join but David shook his head lightly each time. Most were respectful, a few tried to sneak in the back and enter Steven’s exposed shitter, made wide by David’s aggressive finger fucking which had just graduated to four fingers.

These men were met with a swift and hard slap on the cock by David. He was not sure what Steven wanted in that moment, but he did not want to share the squishy meat tunnel he was happily exploring with anyone. Steven cock work was excellent and David felt the familiar swell coming. He tapped Steven on the shoulder and he nodded, pulling out so that just the last inch of David’s massive pecker was still in his mouth. When the torrent hit, Steven captured all of it. His cheeks expanded to take in everything as he savored it and swished it in his mouth, not wanting to swallow yet. Suddenly, he stood and walked over to Thomas who was clearly not happy. Steven bent over, spreading Thomas’ cheeks wide. Thomas understood what was about to happen and pushed on his sphincter so that it again wide open. Steven aimed and squirted David’s load directly into Thomas’ rectum. Thomas’ eyes suddenly held less anger and he seemed ready to forgive. Steven then stood, holding his still hard dick, and he slid into Thomas. In a few strokes, he was balls deep and unloading his built up load so that David’s and Steven’s children would meet, along with the children of at least a dozen other neighborhood men. It was practically a public pool in there.

David winked at Steven and waved goodbye. Steven and Thomas waved back.

In spited of the fun blowjob, David did not plan on returning to the BDSM scene. The randomness of being used or using others did not seem to be his thing. He understood some of it, the lust one experienced when exercising power over others, in particular. He did this often during sex, at least he had in the past. But this was public and staged, and in the end, not something he would look to do again. Besides, as good as Steven was, no one had come close to matching Martin’s oral power. Even Jeff, who would meekly ask to suck David off from time to time when he came by, and would usually be granted access, was unable to match that one stellar talent.

Another somewhat failed experiment was David’s visit to a gay strip club, also in the city, where he quickly became the focal point of most of the patrons who begged him to step up on stage. Eventually, the crowd roared and demanded their tribute and he acquiesced. His dancing was mediocre, not his best quality, but he stripped fully nude and with all the touching and attention, managed to get hard. One song turned into a set and David took in over $5000 in tips, which he distributed to the other dancers immediately. There was no sex to be had, he was an object and while that did not bother him too much, the scene struck him as fun and lively, not necessarily the place to go solve a crisis of the self.

He had been out about eight nights since Mark had left and while each experience yielded something interesting, a trend was becoming clear. David liked people a lot more than he liked ‘scenes.’ If the experience was good it was because he met someone who was interesting, engaging and, if David was lucky, talented at sex. The performative additives and the ambiance on their own did nothing for him. Some were more fun than others, he was becoming a huge fan of the secret sauna, but it was always about the people. People like Martin, whom he found sweet and generous, or Jeff who was helpful, supportive and a solid blower, and of course, Mark. The thing always came back to Mark.

David wanted to avoid pinning all his hopes on just Mark. He decided to stop hunting for fringe or club scenes and just offer up that he was open to being introduced to people they knew who were happy and enjoyed their lives, no expectations.

“You want me to find single, well-adjusted gays in their late twenties or early thirties?” responded Jeff, in a tone that escalated as he spoke. “David, why do you think all those fringe scenes, as you call them, actually exist? These are people who have faced rejection and who have been marginalized most of their lives. Not all of them, sure. Some came up in very supportive, loving homes. But the daddy issues alone would fill tomes. I’m not saying there is no hope, just give me time. And when I introduce you to someone DO NOT fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. Do you understand?”

David laughed playfully. He gave Jeff a wily look, “You mean like I fucked and left you? Wanting more of this?” he grabbed a handful of his package and shook it.

“Fuck off!” replied Jeff. “Cocky, arrogant little fuck.”

Jeff looked David over. He was doing his best not to crack a smile but lost. David was charming and he had not fucked him and left him, they had quickly become friends, though their sex had been reduced to just oral since the first fuck. “Hey,” Jeff said, as if realizing something important, “I think I might know someone. Let me get in touch with him and I will see if he is still single. Can you come by tonight after work and I’ll give you his contact info?”

David knew Jeff enough to understand why he wanted him to come over. Looking around, he confirmed the Center was still empty and opened his zipper and pulled out his soft schlong, it hung heavy like some exotic tropical fruit, ready to be plucked and juiced. “You’re going to write it here?” he said, pointing at his shaft.

 

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Root Cause Ch 13: The Making of a Scientist Baby (continued)​

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Jeff remained seated, David’s dick was at eye level. He could not resist and began jerking him off slowly. His hand slipped underneath David’s cock and gripped with his fingers pointed upward so hat David’s member sat on top of the underside of Jeff’s arm. From this vantage point, Jeff could see it grow in real time. “No,” he said, his jerking pace quickening as he felt David harden, “I am going to send you a text with his information, like a normal person. But I do want you here tonight so you can fuck me, breed me, and impregnate me, like a normal horse dick top. I want to have a cocky, hung, scientist baby.”

“If only you could do that for me,” replied David, with a broad smile. “Let’s try anyway.”

They heard someone opening the door to the Center and Jeff stood and went out to greet the newcomer. Jeff shoved his hard dick in his pants and covered his erection with his coat.

“Thanks for your help, Jeff,” he said giving the Director a soft pat on his shoulder and a just for him wink.

David walked upstairs and was back in science beast mode by the time he stepped into the lab. Between his outings, the work he and the team were preparing was moving fast. They had already started two different experiments to test variations on the pheromone to see if one of those might rehabilitate the gay rats to their previous sexual expression.

A third experiment was varying the quantity of pheromone and testosterone to determine what level might be useful, at least in rats, to effect the desired outcome, a change in sexual orientation, without frying the animals’ brains. This test was well underway with six separate variations. In each case, Jenna Strohmayer and Lucas Karagiannis, who joked they were paired because no one else wanted to say their last names, took careful notes regarding the dosages and the effects on both mortality and sexual expression. As the subjects seemed to absorb the effects within three days, they were already working on horizontal planes of some of the rats to determine which were healthy and which had suffered damage, and the extent of the damage.

His two-week deadline was just two days away, and it happened to coincide with Mark’s return. Their communication had slowed down a bit, something David lamented as he could only admit to himself that he longed for more time with his new friend. How had he been there three years and David had never noticed? He kicked himself at times, but it begged the question, whom else was he ignoring as he had Mark for all those years?

After putting the final touches on his draft report, which he would finalize the next day after he had given it time to settle in his mind, David headed downstairs to meet up with Jeff. As he walked into the Center, now dark and seemingly abandoned, he heard a voice coming from clear across the room.

“Lock the door and pull the blinds. Pull out your dick but leave your pants on, tell me when you are ready,” said Jeff’s voice from somewhere in the open space. David thought he might be standing next to a window with a step out fire escape.

David smiled as he prepared himself. His zipper fly fully open and his sausage discharged, he let David know he was ready, “Your stud is ready to feed your hole. Do you want a fat donkey dick tonight?”

“I want you to approach me with your hands behind your back. Tonight, I only want to feel your dick. Don’t touch me, don’t hold me, don’t slap me, just fuck me. I absolutely want that monstrosity inside me, I want you to turn my guts into a fucking wrecked mess. Just do not touch me. I only want to feel your cock,” David insisted. “Walk to the left, the balcony escape window.”

David started walking and noticed Jeff had slipped outside and was now under a minimal amount of light. He was squatting, facing towards David, his back to the city. David’s smile widened and he made his way through the window and onto the escape. Jeff’s hands were behind him as he leaned back onto the fire escape railing. He licked his lips and opened his mouth, bending his head down to slurp up David’s growing member. Soft as it was, the only way to keep it in his mouth without touching it was to swallow as much of it as he could, keeping his lips buried in David’s pubes. David could feel himself growing, both from the warmth and the sloppy tongue washing he was getting from Jeff, but also because he loved the excitement of fucking in the open. He looked around, their position put them deep above an alley where, at this hour, it was unlikely anyone would be walking through or even hear them. He had a sudden moment of panic over security cameras but he quickly noticed that the cameras for the building were both pointed to areas that were better lit to the right and to the left of him. This was the exact sweet spot. Through the alley and across the street there were apartments and David could see people moving about inside a few of them. But none of them seemed to know to look out their window for the show.

The excitement got David hard quickly and without his hands to grip Jeff’s head, he was unable to set the speed. Jeff was completely in control of the blowjob. David had an idea and pushed his body into Jeff’s, forcing the cocksucker’s head tight against the metal slats. Gripping the upper railing on both sides of Jeff’s head, David could now perform a proper face fuck. “Pheatng!” Jeff tried to blurt something out. David laughed it off and continued his assault.

Something in Jeff made him accept the edit to his instructions and he settled into the wonderous feeling of having all of Dr. David Lopez’ masterpiece drilling him a new esophagus for the fifth time in the past few weeks. Each time was special and this felt incredible. After a few gags and slimy cough fits, Jeff felt there was enough lubrication on hand and he looked at David to signal a change in position. David slid out of Jeff’s mouth and swung his hips to give Jeff a solid cock strike on his cheek. He gave a soft laugh and stared admiringly at his friendly office neighbor, waiting for the small, tiny, man who so loved dick, to position himself for what was next.

Jeff rose and leaned over the railing, he pushed his pants down past his ass and then put his hands under his chest as a cushion against the metal bar and stuck his ass out as an invitation. David had to spread his legs open a bit, kicking each with his foot like they were bicycle stands, in order to reach down to Jeff’s hole while standing, but his height helped when pointing his cock towards his hole. The head fell into Jeff’s trench and David began pushing in and sliding up and down slowly by bending his knees ever so cautiously. The hunt for the hole was quite pleasurable for Jeff who loved the feeling of a massive dick being rubbed all around his puckered ring.

David pushed and prodded until he found home. Once there, he gave another glob of spit for good measure that landed right where David’s piss slit was pressing against Jeff’s hole. With that, as he could not open Jeff’s ass wider or grip his hips to steady him, David just used his body weight to slide in in a single motion. Jeff wanted to scream but knew he couldn’t. He bit his own arm and began to whimper. David worried it had been too much and began to pull out. “You will fuck me,” Jeff said, through obvious pain.”

“I know this is exciting, Jeff,” said David. “But I know I am hurting you and I don’t want to do that.”

“Fuck!” Jeff said through short breaths. “You will always hurt whomever you fuck! You have a horse dick! Fuck! But...oh fuck...it also feels so good. Your cock...hmmm...ooooh...fuck me….your cock makes me fell full and I don’t want anything else right now than you fucking me. The worst has….has passed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! David, please fuck me. If you care about me at all, please fill me up with you.”

David understood right away and began his assault. At first, each inward thrust was attenuated by the lack of leverage. This loss of control was frustrating, though Jeff for his part was transported to some other plane of existence where it was just him and a hot, relentlessly hard dick. After a few minutes, David repeated his earlier move and grabbed onto the railing on either side of Jeff. He was again able to set his own rhythm and dive much deeper into Jeff. By now, Jeff was fully relaxed and moaning in a quiet ecstasy all his own. Well, not quite all his own. Two men in one of the apartments across the street had heard someone yell obscenities and looked outside in time to catch this part of the show. They knew Jeff from his work at the Center and they sat down at their window to watch their friend get fucked. He had described the tool to them over drinks once, they now saw the master wielding it, though they were too far for proper details.

David too was enthralled by this. Both men felt the heightened sensations coming from the lone body parts that were being stimulated. David had felt it when Jeff was sucking him, all that energy and all that attention on just his dick was thrilling, but this was more so as it included the added, constant tightness of Jeff’s ass and the persistent constraint of his sphincter. Jeff too was able to focus on the feeling of being filled, pushed and stretched. It was one act, one sensation and it was extraordinary to be able to focus on just that one thing.

Jeff’s hole was completely devoid of resistance at this point, wasted like an old rubber band stretched too many times. He was now giving David the pussy experience. He could fuck him, full length, all eleven inches in one elegant thrust, and all Jeff could do was moan in pleasure. There was no cervix to cause pain, to force him to limit his drilling. No one was complaining he was too big, as if taking him in were a favor. No, that was not this. This was Jeff’s gaping vagina, penetrable to as deep as David wanted to go, warm, luscious and velvet-lined all the way, contracting and pressing on his cock for the sheer pleasure of it all. David was in a trance, he was pulling out nearly all eleven thick inches, his cock visible to the audience across the street who had found a couple of binoculars and were cursing city lighting for limiting their view. But they could see enough. The dick did not end, it did not stop, and neither did his owner who was hammering Jeff, at first slowly and then building up to a true jackhammer pace. Had he not been wearing pants, the noise would have been unmistakable for blocks.

Jeff knew when David was about to unload. As if to make the point, though David needed no clarification, he shoved his ass into David and insisted on getting the deposit deep in his guts so it could dress the salad he had eaten for lunch. The focus on just his dick was an incredible experience for David and he did not know of a time, other than when masturbating, when he was so aware of all the nerve endings on his cock. But of course, this was far far better than jerking off in his hand.

David stayed inside Jeff, pumping him full of the promised seed, his head dropping down onto the small man’s back, breaking the fuck rule for just one tender minute. Jeff allowed it. “That was….I don’t have words. I loved every fucking second. What did you think?”

David smiled, somehow Jeff knew he was smiling. “I thought you were a freak to suggest it. Who fucks like this? But, shit. I can feel all my nerve endings still firing. That was intense, Jeff. Thank you.”

As he said the last few words, they both felt David’s dick plop out of Jeff, a few drops of David juice dripping through the rail down to the ground below. Then, from across the street, a raucous cheer went up as the two neighbors applauded the proper good shag they had just witnessed.

David and Jeff both laughed. David tucked his cock back into his pants while Jeff pulled up his pants. David grabbed Jeff by the shoulders and turned him around so they were facing each other. He held the Director’s face in his hands and bent down to give him a sweet, romantic kiss, the kind reserved for people you care about deeply. Neither man wanted to make more of their relationship than what it was already, but as things stood, it was a growing bond between two men who were enjoying learning how to give one another pleasure. The context was, and would remain, a deep friendship, neither aspired or longed for more, but it was a friendship that deserved movie ending kisses. A second round of applause could be heard from across the street. The two men smiled, waved at their audience and stepped back through the window.

Nothing more was said of the potential blind date match Jeff had apparently forgotten about.

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