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I drank more of the hard liquor in the plastic cup I’d brought with me from the card games. If I couldn’t get Frankie’s ass or that damn gay video out of my mind, then at least drinking didn’t make me feel so weird about it. When I was sober and those thoughts ran through my head, I wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep, although I was often haunted by similar images in my nightmares. Worst of all, I was the one on that bed, surrounded by grunting, horny men. Drunk, the images remained, but weren’t so haunting.

“C’mon, Nico,” Mikey said, bouncing over to me with a wide smile on his naked body. “Don’t want to get left behind.”

He was right. Most of my cousins, uncles, and their guests, had taken off their clothes and moved into the wet area beyond the locker-room. I heard the familiar patter of laughter and splashing. Beers being cracked open. We were almost alone in the locker room. 

“Hey Mikey,” I said, definitely keeping my boxer shorts on. “Do you find any of this—”

“Fucking weird?” Mikey grinned. He was his mid-twenties while I was barely nineteen, but I always felt we understood each other. He wasn’t dumb. I smiled back.

“I was gonna say. What the fuck is this being naked together?”

“Oh, that. It doesn’t bother me. Pretty normal in Europe and stuff.” I still looked confused. “You weren’t talking about being naked?”

“Well…” I thought for a moment. “All of it, really. I guess if it was just hanging out naked, it would be weird enough. But then all that other stuff…you know.”

Mikey shrugged. He also looked over his shoulder to make sure we were alone. “To be part of this family, sometimes you gotta take one for the team, you know. It sucks like hell, for sure, but we gotta make sacrifices. But the rewards, man, the rewards are out of this fucking world.”

Mikey slapped my shoulder, then turned and walked towards the wet area. I watched his ass saunter away, wondering what the fuck he was talking about. 

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“First thing’s first,” Harlan said, happily looking down his bespeckled nose at both of us. One leg was crossed against the other, dancing gently as if our lives weren’t in the balance. “I am to be addressed as Sir at all times. Understood? As is any gentleman who accompanies me.”

“Yes…Sir,” said Alejandro, gulping out the salutation like he’d never said such a thing in his life. 

I just nodded. 

“Wonderful. Now boys, on your knees.” Alejandro glanced my way, unsure what to do even though I’d dropped to one knee already.” 

A flash of anger cut through Harlan. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the carpeted floor. “Rule two. Do as I say, when I say it!”

That was enough for Alejandro to sail straight down. We knelt, hands behind our backs. Execution style. 

“Good. Now I can see you boys properly.” Harlan peered through the glasses on the end of his nose. 

Alejandro looked as uncomfortable as I’d ever seen him. So obviously on display. 

“Lift your arms, son,” Jon said to Alejandro, sliding to the edge of his chair. 

Alejandro did so, quietly gulping at the same time. His biceps were on full display. The muscled shield of his chest and armor-plated pecs flexing with the movements. 

“Very nice,” Harlan said, looking genuinely pleased. Alejandro smiled and started to lower his arms.

“Keep them up!” Jon snapped. “When did you first have hair under your arms?”

“Um…I’m not sure. Thirteen, fourteen?” 

“Uh huh.” Jon was already on his feet, holding one of Alejandro’s arms up like a catch of the day.

“That tickles!” Alejandro squirmed as Jon poked at both of his pits. He drew two fingers under his own nose, sniffing in Alejandro’s scent. Then he offered a snifter of his fingers to Harlan, who nodded approvingly. Abdul was next to join in the strange ritual. He wandered over but didn’t bother with Jon’s fingers. He yanked up Alejandro’s arm and took a deep sniff of the hairy armpit himself. 

I quickly took a sniff of my own pits, feeling a tad left out. The men ignored me. They were too busy admiring Alejandro from every angle. 

“Penis, please boys. Both of you.” Harlan said it like a school principal demanding the key to a naughty boy’s locker. 

Jon and Abdul both stood waiting with all seriousness, arms folded. This was the part Alejandro had clearly been dreading. 

I offered a quick half smile and took the lead. I was the opposite of hard. I yanked down my shorts and underwear to my thighs, then pulled up the tank top I always worked out in, holding it under my chin.

The men rubbed their chins as they stared at my exposed body. My cock as soft and flaccid as someone waiting to be prodded by a doctor. I’d shaved only a few days before, so my dick sat beneath bare skin, not even flopping between my thighs, just there like a button on an espresso machine. 

It was Abdul who came forward. He squatted down in the manner of a father about to tell off a tantrum-prone child. His big, brown, hairy hand reached out, a gold sovereign around his pinky. He held my balls in his hand, gently fondling like this was a physical. I shivered in a breath as one ball was squeezed, then the second, then the sac tugged on. I expected to have to cough next.

“Turn head and cough,” Abdul said. 

“Seriously?” But a cold look stopped me in my tracks. I glanced away from Alejandro and forced out a dry cough. Satisfied, Abdul glanced over my shoulder at my bare buttocks. He reached around and cupped each smooth cheek, forcing me to suck in a noseful of dark-skinned scent. Black tea and desert sun. Mint and natural musk. I felt my dick get harder. Not much, but enough to not be utterly embarrassed. I knew what was coming next.

“Alejandro,” Harlan said. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

Abdul took the liberty before Alejandro could move a muscle. He yanked down the shorts to reveal my black jock strap. But that didn’t faze him. He pulled that down as well.

“Inshah-allah!” Abdul cursed, falling backwards to Harlan’s feet. Shocked, both he and Jon helped Abdul up before the noticed the unfurled dick they’d unleashed.

“My God,” Harlan said. 

“Is it real?” Jon asked, in all seriousness. 

I gulped, knowing the grown-up version had been forced inside me less than a day ago. I knew this was the ace in my hole, but I couldn’t help but think this was the wrong way to cement a relationship between Alejandro and me. 

“Do you have an erection, son?” Harlan asked.

“No…Sir. This is…normal, I guess.”

I saw Abdul bite his bottom lip. Harlan gazed on in quiet wonderment, but it was Jon whose eyes seemed to flash with dollar signs. He whispered something incomprehensible to Harlan, who grinned.

“Lift up your penis, please.” Harlan crouched down, shifting his glasses up. 

Alejandro complied, the head of his engorged cock pointing above his belly button. Harlan gave his balls a light tap like a kitten, and Alejandro immediately trembled at the tap. 

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Frankie took my hand and guided it straight between his ass cheeks. Whatever nerves I might have had about touching another man’s ass for the first time melted away as I stroked the soft, hairless edges, playing with the fountain stream running between them. This wasn’t any strange man’s asshole. This was Frankie. I’d known him for an hour but knew him deeply by touch. My finger danced around his hole, knowing I wanted in but not quite sure how to do it. 

Frankie helped. Our mouths parted, and he grinned at me widely, holding my one hand with both of his as he edged backwards onto my hooked finger. Those wide eyes flickered just as I’d imagined.

“It’s warm in there.”

“Mmmm,” came his response. Mouth sealed tight as he reached back to my epic dick between us, stroking it like Aladdin unbelieving he’d come across a genie-stuffed lamp.

“I told you it got bigger.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Alejandro. I’ve no idea if this will work. But I need you.”

“It’s okay.” I hugged his head into my chest. “I just like being with you. We don’t need to rush.”

But Frankie was already turned around. He lathered up with a handful of shower gel from the dispenser, slathering both my cock and his ass with it. I didn’t know what to do or how to help. But I held onto his hips, tightly as if he might slip and fall from the odd angle. He was arched forward, the only thing he had to hold onto the flat tiled wall. So, I held him. My cock resting on his back above his ass. As big as a forearm and a fist. I touched his hole again, slippery now from the shower gel.

“You’re so tight, Frankie. There’s no way I can fit. We don’t have to do this now.” But Frankie was already angling my dick straight onto the littlest of openings. “Frankie, you don’t need to do this. Honestly.”

My protesting ended at the very moment the head of my dick breached his perfect hole. True, I’d only had an orgasm with my own hand, but the very touch of skin against skin was better than every self-inflicted masturbatory emission throughout all my life. I was nearly the one to fall, as Frankie reached behind to hold my body back from going any further.

“Wait.”

“But the tip’s barely in.”

“That’s just the tip?”

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“Bobby, do you use lube when you jerk off?” Frankie asked as casually as if I’d seen the game.

“Uh, sometimes.” I was doing everything in my power to will away my hard-on. Frankie’s questions weren’t helping.

“I guess pussy feels way better than a hand, right? Once I put, like, half a tub of lube on my hand and hold it still, like this.” He was showing me. Arm held still, while gently fucking the circle shape he’d made with his fingers.”

“Uh huh.” I tried to keep the same level of interest as when my son shows me gross-out comedy. Even if I liked it, I shouldn’t encourage it. It was wrong. Not how dads should act.

“Are pussies always tight? Because I get worried I’m jerking off and holding it too tight, you know? I kinda get freaked out I’ll screw up my first time.” Fuck. I turned away, my raging boner slapping against the cold metal pipe. It didn’t help. I wondered if I could beat a load out in the three seconds before Frankie’s next question. “Do girls really like giving blow jobs? That’s why I shaved everything. My friend Trent says girls won’t suck a really hairy cock. They like only a bit of hair, you know? Like how when a girl gets her bikini waxed, she leaves this strip at the top. So you know you’re fucking a woman, that’s what Trent says.”

“Is that a fact.” This was worse than being stuck in a traffic jam with my son Bradley and his three friends speaking in literal tongues about a video game they couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard of.

“Do you think my dick is big enough, Bobby? Bobby?”

I shivered under the water I’d set to freezing. It scoured my back like a whip. Frankie was the greatest temptation ever sent my way. And I’m no saint.

“Let me have a look again.” I turned around, making a show of peering at it from every angle. Frankie willingly turned to the other side, then lifted it to show me his balls, as if I this was a physical. “Son, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. God, maybe it’s even bigger than mine.”

“Nah,” Frankie laughed. “You think? But yours is way thicker.”

“It comes with age, son. And use.”

“Really?”

“Trust me, you’ll grow into it. You don’t need to put it into every hole that comes your way, but have fun with it. That’s the point.”

“This part gets so sensitive, though. I get freaked out that I’ll blow my load as soon as I put it in her.” Frankie was quite literally rubbing the head of his cock to show me. He leaned over, holding it up, inspecting it as he rimmed the rounded edge of his cock head, stretching as if he might be able to suck himself.

“You gotta build up some stamina.”

“How do I do that?” He genuinely wanted to know. I stepped out of the cubicle to check the corridor. No one was around. Why would they be so late on a Tuesday?

“Look,” I said, standing out of the shower and closer to Frankie so he could see exactly what I was doing, and hopefully wouldn’t have to show him again. I held my still rock-hard dick in one hand, just like he was, watching as if I was teaching him to drive stick shift. I held my palm flat in front of my cock head, and he made an unsure attempt to do the same thing. “Take your dick and rub it against the flat of your palm, like this, see?” Frankie followed my lead and shivered with a goofy grin.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, so do that a few times, up and down, side to side, see?” I remained side on, stroking my cock head against my flat palm for him to see.

“I don’t think I can. I’m gonna…”

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