Embracing His Eyes

Almost twenty years had passed when happily married Joe Miller was involuntarily transformed by a supernatural being. Despite having forgotten his past and living the life of a gay muscle hunk called Brent Charles the bond between him and his family could never be torn apart. As a matter of fact fate reunited him with his wife and his two daughters Joe Miller used to love with all his heart. He became best friends with Cindy the woman his old self recognized as his kindred soul a very long time ago. The day Brent crossed her path he felt an instant connection to her. Ever since then they were inseparable although there was no sexual attraction between them. After all Brent Charles was gay with an unsatisfying appetite for men. He usually ran from one one-night stand to the next within hours, almost every time he went out. Sometimes he would be away for days, sucking cocks of all sizes and shapes, getting his ass mercilessly fucked in various positions, degrading himself to a mindless sex toy and loving every minute of it. He surely was one big slut.

Nevertheless Brent would always return to Cindy to comfort her during many trials. Right next to her husband’s disappearance the most terrible thing that happened to her was losing her youngest daughter Nicole. Four years ago she was beaten to death by her drug addict lover while protecting her infant son. When Cindy went to the morgue to identify her body she was unable to recognize her since her murderer destroyed her beautiful face that graced the covers of several high fashion magazines. What was left was a clump of meat and bones that used to be a human being. At the sight of her dead daughter Cindy suffered a nervous breakdown.

Brent immediately quit his successful music career and moved in with Cindy to take care of her when she went through a long period of depression. For her sake he even stopped fooling around. It wasn’t the easiest thing for him to do. But he didn’t regret his decision since Cindy’s well-being was more important to him than a monster cock filling his hungry hole. After all, there was a great difference between sex and love.

Brent’s celibacy came to an end after four years. At that time he was forty-two. Many gay men would consider him too old to hang out in nightclubs let alone participating in exhausting activities such as gang bang sessions. Luckily, Brent managed to keep his good looks, his muscular body and his never-ending sex drive. In a way he became hunkier and hornier as he grew older.

The night Brent made his comeback in a gay leather bar he was dressed in black leather chaps, a pair of leather boots, a leather chest harness and a leather jock-strap that barely covered his magnificent tool. It didn’t take long for him to draw the attention of other men. He just had to count to three and he was surrounded by guys who offered him a great time of man to man action. However, he made them understand that he was looking for a total top with a big fat tool as he considered himself a power bottom despite his misleading masculine and mature appearance.

“This ass is made to be fucked,” he said, showing off his juicy bubble butt. “If you want it, then take it.”

Within a few minutes Brent was dragged into a dark room and found himself lying in a sling, spreading his legs wide open for a tall, muscular and hairy leather daddy with salt and pepper hair and a full beard. When the hard member of that leather daddy made its way into his lubed hole Brent was whimpering like a pup with a dirty grin on his face. Finally, a sexy man’s cock filled him, releasing him from the itch that was driving him crazy for the last four years.

“Oh yeah, fuck me,” he cried.

Every inch of Brent’s body was starting to react to the intruder. Beads of sweat were running down his skin making it shine in the dim light. His cheeks turned red from the heat that overwhelmed him. He couldn’t wait for the pounding to start.

“Fuck me with all you’ve got”, Brent demanded smiling at the leather daddy who wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied. He pulled his monster dick out of his hole and ram it back where it belonged, repeating the procedure with no mercy, increasing the speed with each thrust.

“Yeah,” Brent moaned. “Deeper. Faster. Harder.”

That was the way how he liked it the most. He wanted to feel the man’s balls on his butt cheeks. It had been so long since he allowed another guy pushing his buttons. The days and nights he spent without an orgasm were finally over. He wouldn’t rely on a dildo anymore. He would be fucked until he would lose consciousness.

His leather daddy was eager to shoot his load. He didn’t care if Brent was in pain or whatever. That was exactly the type of man Brent wanted at that moment. He wanted to be breed. He wanted to feel him deep inside of him. He wanted him to bring him to ecstasy.

“I’m cumming! I’m cummung,” his leather daddy shouted.

“Shut up and fill me already,” Brent yelled back, staring in his fuck buddy’s face with eyes that were glowing like polished diamonds.

Outside of the room the guys who were waiting impatiently for their turn to show Brent their fucking skills were alarmed by a scream. Two of them broke out of the line and sneaked away. The rest were still confident enough to think that they were able to satisfy Brent’s need, ten courageous men who called themselves power tops.

In another corner of the leather bar there were guys sulking about the lack of attention they were paid. As time went by they came to realize that Brent would have all the fun for himself. “That’s outrageous,” one of them shouted. After that they left the leather bar one by one. Among of them was Benjamin Schmidt called Benny by his family and close friends. At the age of thirty-four, he was a newbie to the gay leather world. To be more precise, he just embraced his same sex attraction a year ago.

Before Benny’s coming out he was an overweight accountant living an unhappy and boring life. His father left his mother for a gay porn star and abandoned him and his two little sisters when he was six years old. Thanks to that and the bullying he endured during the years growing up without a father Benny Schmidt turned into a homophobe. He used to hate everyone he considered an abomination. And he couldn’t get over his hatred as he blamed the man who seduced his father and made him leave his family for all the misery that happened to him. Growing up without a father was one thing. But knowing that he didn’t give a dam for his family including his six year old son who missed him so much caused greater damages to the boy. As an adult Benny realized he was mistaken by blaming gay, lesbian, transgender and bisexual people for everything that went wrong in his life. The truth was he hated his father for abandoning him. And every time Benny met a man or a woman who he suspected to be a member of the LGBT community he saw his father’s face.

After his parents’ divorce Benny saw his father only one more time before he moved away to another state. He was eight at that time. To his horror, the former Marine who Benny used to call his role model took everything off that connected him to his old life and re-invented himself. Instead of casual clothes he was dressed in a sleeveless rubber t-shirt and black rubber pants that perfectly highlighted his muscular chest, arms and legs. His thick and curly hair was gone. As a matter of fact, there was not a single hair left on his body with the exception of his eyebrows and a goatee. He was wearing several rings on his earlobes, nipples and nose, a silver collar around his neck with a ring attached to it in the middle and he was heavily tattooed on his arms and shoulders. To make things worse he adopted a feminine voice that didn’t match with his provocative appearance.

“Hey, little fella, what are you doing here,” his father asked him, obviously clueless that he was talking to his son. “Where is your daddy?”

Actually, Benny wanted to see his father and asked him to come back home when he found out that he was working in a gay nightclub in the neighboring town. However, the pierced skinhead in front of him wasn’t the man who once promised to raise Benny to become a fine young man. In fact, his father died the day he chose his gay lover over his family and went out to discover his long hidden sexual desires. The boy finally knew that his father would never return home the moment the pierced skinhead asked him where his daddy was. Prior to that, Benny wanted to know why he didn’t call him, why he didn’t attend his last two birthday parties and why he hated him. But he couldn’t open his mouth. He tried. He really did, but to no avail.

“You shouldn’t be here, little fella,” his father said and patted on his head. “You’re still too young. Come back when you’re older.”

Another tall muscular and heavily tattooed skinhead approached his father from behind and put his big and powerful arms around his rubber-clad chest, poking his magnificent dick that was hidden behind shiny rubber hot pants against one of his butt cheeks. “Do you know that kid,” the other skinhead asked and started to lick his father’s right earlobe.

“No,” was his father’s answer. He immediately gave in to his companion’s advances.

When the horny man in the rubber hot pants forced his pierced tongue into his lover’s mouth Benny’s father didn’t resist his intrusion. On the contrary, he willingly let him in and didn’t care that they were watched by a little boy.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” the other skinhead said. He shoved one hand under his lover’s rubber pants and captured his hard cock, forcing a moan out of Benny’s father. There was no doubt that the two men were looking forward to some actions.

“Stop it,” Benny’s father giggled. “The little fella is still underage.”

“I think he doesn’t mind to watch us making out,” the other skinhead replied and threw Benny a sly smile.

Benny ran away. He couldn’t stand the look of his father anymore. The stupid face the former Marine was making when the other skinhead squeezed his balls was too much for the eight year old boy. Anger overwhelmed him. The image of the man he always admired was completely destroyed, shattered to pieces. From now on his father was dead to him. He would tell everybody that he died in a car accident.

In a fit of rage Benny shouted, “I’m your son, you faggot!”

He didn’t turn back. If he did he would have seen his father running after him and shouting his name. “Benny, I’m sorry! Please, let me explain!” Unfortunately, his desperate words didn’t reach the little boy.

A few weeks later Benny’s father moved away to another state. He was finally cutting all the ties that bound him to the past. And for the next twenty-five years Benny believed that the reason for his move was to avoid the risk of having another unpleasant meeting with one of his children. However, the real reason was his mother. When Benny told her about the incident she paid her ex-husband a visit and asked him to stay away from them, especially from their only son. “If you still love Benny you should never see him again. He is so fragile at the moment. I don’t want to see him crying anymore.”

His father tried to convince her to set a meeting between him and Benny. He wanted to explain that his feelings for him hadn’t changed. He just discovered the man he wanted to be for the rest of his life. It didn’t mean he hated him. If Benny would ask him to stop being gay and pretending to be someone else he would do it. He would return to the way he was even if it would mean living a lie.

“Don’t try to be someone you aren’t,” Benny’s mother told her ex-husband. “You’re tearing our boy apart. If you go away he will hate you. And one day he will move on. But if you stay and sacrifice yourself he will feel guilty for your misery. I don’t want him to carry the burden of an unfulfilled life. That’s too cruel.”

Benny never met his father again. Over the years, every now and then, he searched the internet for some information about his whereabouts just to make sure he was far away from him. While his father seemed to enjoy his life gaining fame in the gay adult entertainment industry and selling his own successful line of fetish wear Benny grew up into a bitter man with little control over his eating habits and temper.

Before Benny reached his thirties his doctor advises him to do something about his weight. He stood at 6’ 1” tall and weighed 330lbs. That wasn’t healthy anymore.

Although Benny was overweight and wasn’t very attractive he managed to marry Paula a former cheerleader, beauty queen and acclaimed sculptress. In addition he conceived two beautiful daughters with his wife. The reason why his marriage lasted only five years wasn’t because of his overweight but his anger issues he had towards gay, lesbian, transgender and bisexual people.

Paula knew that Benny’s father was the root of all evil and urged her husband to see a therapist to overcome his trauma. But her words fell on deaf ears. When their daughters showed signs of adopting their father’s homophobia Paula asked him for a separation in an attempt to open his eyes. It didn’t turn out the way she hoped for. At the end Paula saw no other way but to file for divorce, following an embarrassing incident in front of one her many gay clients during an exhibition.

That evening Benny made a hurtful remark about her latest sculpture. He never appreciated her work and couldn’t understand why people were willing to pay money for her so-called art. The said client happened to be nearby and stood up for Paula. There was no doubt that the man was gay. At first they were just fighting with words. But their argument soon got out of hand when Benny told the client to pull the cucumber out of his ass and stop acting like a sissy. However, the ‘sissy’ was actually a trained boxer who had the chance to go pro before he met his husband and became a stay-at-home-dad for their three adopted children. In a blink of an eye Benny was lying on the ground with a broken nose. His picture made headlines on newspapers and news websites the following days: “Homophobe K.O.-ed after making a gay slur.” While everybody was making fun of Benny his opponent was celebrated as a hero by gay rights activists. He was even invited to a national talk show to share his story to millions of people.

Paula was glad that nobody filmed the incident on video and uploaded it on Youtube. That would have been disastrous for her career. However, the incident opened her eyes to the fact that her husband would never change. She went to her lawyer and asked her to start preparations for the divorce process.

Benny was, of course, devastated when he received the papers. After all, he didn’t want his daughters who were four and two at that time to suffer the pain of living without a father figure. He tried his best to reconcile with Paula. Their marriage was finally over the day she met Noah a successful businessman who fell in love with her at first sight and was ready to carry the responsibility of raising two children with no blood relation to him as his own. Although there was an instant tension between the two men Noah turned out to be the better companion for his ex-wife than Benny could ever be and a caring step-dad to his daughters. If Benny would die in an accident the next day Noah would do everything in his power to help his family going through the time of grief. And there was be a high chance that he would be successful.

Two years ago Paula and Noah married. Benny was invited to their wedding. But he stayed home. He refused to watch his ex-wife tie the knot with a guy he couldn’t stand and who would be the husband she truly deserved. Instead, he went to the bar and got heavily drunk.

A few months later Benny was told by his doctor that his eyesight was drastically deteriorating. In less than one year he would become completely blind unless he would undergo a cornea transplant. As there was no other option to correct his serious condition he agreed to his doctor’s suggestion. The day a proper donor was found Benny got a call from his mother. His father died in a car accident the other day. Benny didn’t know how react to the news. He just listened to his mother who seemed to be deeply saddened by her ex-husband’s untimely death. Then he asked her, “Why are you crying, Mum? That guy left you alone with three children and little financial support. He doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“Benny, he was still your father,” was her answer. “Despite his change of heart for me he never stopped loving you and your sisters. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have three of the most wonderful children in the world.”

Then his mother revealed to him the real reason why his father moved away to another state. “We agreed that it was the easiest way for you to cope with the difficult situation.”

Although Benny finally knew the truth he still wasn’t ready to forgive his father for destroying the image he had of him, his childhood hero, the high-decorated Marine combat veteran who saved his injured comrades during a surprise attack while on patrol in Afghanistan. Benny wasn’t moved by his father’s death. On the contrary, he was relieved. The root of all evil finally bit the dust. It was time to move on. Little did Benny know that his father’s spirit would start to haunt him the moment the doctors put him to sleep during the operation.

When Benny opened his eyes he found himself in a room surrounded in white light. Strangely, he couldn’t feel anything. His body was numb. And in the background he could hear Mary J. Blige singing her cover version of the U2 song “One”. It started with:

“Is it getting better? Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now? You got someone to blame.”

Benny remembered that his father was a big U2 fan. After he listened to Mary J. Blige’s cover version on the radio he went to the next store to buy the single. While he was waiting in front of the register, a heavily tattooed and pierced skinhead in black rubber pants accidentally bumped into him. His name was Matt. He was the same age as Benny’s father, thirty-two, and worked with the gay adult entertainment industry. Matt was also the man who introduced Benny’s father to the joy of gay sex.

“I didn’t want it to happen,” his father’s spirit told Benny in the white room. “At first I was totally disturbed by Matt’s appearance. He was tall and muscular. His tattoos and piercings really frightened the hell out of me. I didn’t find it sexy at all.”

“Why are you telling me that,” Benny asked. He finally found the courage to look up. There he was, his father dressed in a sleeveless rubber t-shirt, black boots and skin-tight rubber pants, the tattooed and pierced man Benny hated for more than twenty years.

“I want you to know that I did my best to stay the loving husband and caring father raising his children in a house with a white picket fence.”

The moment he set eyes on him Matt instinctively knew that Benny’s father didn’t use his full potential. The Marine veteran turned electrician was muscular alright. But he could do better. All he need was the right workout program and a partner who would encourage him to gain more muscle mass. Moreover, the clothes he was wearing didn’t do his masculine face, his broad shoulders and powerful arms any justice. He should show off the things he was hiding under all those layers. His most fascinating features, however, were his eyes. Despite all the horrors he witnessed during his time in Afghanistan they were full of life and love. Matt was instantly drawn by him although he was far away from being his ideal man.

“He admitted that I wasn’t fuckable the first time we met,” Benny’s father laughed. “But he was eager to change that fact. I had no clue of his plans at that time. I just wanted to buy the single and drive home.”

Matt excused himself for his carelessness. It wasn’t his intention to bump into him. He explained that he was distracted by a text message he received on his iPhone. Before he could do anything to prevent it he already hit Benny’s father from behind. That was the whole story of how they met. There was nothing spectacular. It was just a coincidence.

The gay skinhead engaged Benny’s father in a conversation. The more he talked in his sexy baritone voice the more comfortable Benny’s father felt in front of the fearsome hunk. When he made him laugh his impression of him changed. Matt turned out to be a nice guy. He just happened to stand out of the crowd.

“I’m Matt. What’s your name,” he asked Benny’s father.

“Sam.”

After the introduction Matt invited him to a beer. “Sorry, I have to go back home. It’s dinnertime. Wife and kids are waiting,” Sam replied.

Every gay man would quit making another move right after finding out about the marital status of his prey. Matt, however, was an exception. He didn’t care if the object of his desire was married, divorced, single, gay, bisexual or straight. “If he set his eyes on somebody he would do anything to fuck the mind out of him,” Benny’s father recalled. “Since I was a gay virgin back then, never experiencing the pleasure of having a cock in my ass or mouth, Matt wanted to take up the challenge to make me one of his conquests.”

Sam went home and soon forgot about the incident in the store. There were other things that needed his attention. One of them was his son who always wanted to listen to his heroic acts during his time as a Marine.

“You were my hero when I was a kid,” Benny said, remembering almost every night his father sat next to him telling him stories about his comrades, the people he met when he was stationed in Afghanistan and Iraq and the many lonely nights he missed his beautiful wife who was pregnant with their first child, Benny.

“The first time I carried you in my arms I knew that my days in the Marine were over,” Benny’s father told him with a happy smile. “I was a dad now, a family man.”

For the next six years Sam Schmidt remained faithful to his wife until Matt the gay porn star came into his life. His goal was to transform the blue collar man into his fuckbuddy. It wasn’t a coincident when Sam crossed his path the day after their first meeting. In fact, Matt followed Sam to his home and asked his neighbors for some information about his workplace, his friends and hobbies. Sam didn’t go out that much. He occasionally drank a beer or played poker with a few friends. But he wasn’t that out-going since he settled down in the two-story house he inherited from his late grandmother.

Matt’s second meeting with his clueless prey took place on bright daylight. Sam was mowing the lawn while his wife and kids were shopping in the mall. He was surprised to see Matt again. Still, he knew nothing about his true intentions and thought that it was just another coincidence. They talked for a while. The moment Matt made Sam laugh again the rubber-clad skinhead was ready for his next move. “You’re a nice guy. I would be really, really happy to invite you to a beer.”

This time Sam accepted his invitation. The two men set on a date and returned back to their lives. “I was naïve back then,” Benny’s father recalled. “Although I had no idea what was going to happen to me we were on the same page. That was what I thought at first. Matt did great to lure me into his trap.”

Sam told his wife he found a new friend. But he kept his mouth shut about his provocative appearance. If she found out that Matt was a tattooed and pierced skinhead she would have second thought of allowing him to go out on his own.

The first part of their boy’s night out wasn’t that spectacular. They were just hanging out in Sam’s favorite pub, having a few drinks and becoming more and more acquainted with each other. People were staring at them, though. After all, Matt didn’t fit into their straight world. But the strangest thing was him chatting with Sam, the guy next door who didn’t stood out very much. All in all, they made a bizarre couple.

A few beers loosened Sam’s tongue. He could no longer hold back his curiosity and started to ask questions about his profession. Moreover, Sam wanted to know from where Matt took the courage to walk around in those rubber pants that seemed to be painted on his skin and left little to the imagination. “Seriously, I can hardly imagine showing myself off in such an outfit without feeling embarrassed by all the attention I would get.”

“That’s exactly why I’m wearing it,” Matt replied. “I want people to look at me and feeling envious. I’m living life the way I want it to be. Wearing rubber is just one part of my personality. There is a lot more that I want to share with people.”

Sam was fascinated by Matt’s words, his way of life and honesty. That night was the beginning of a great friendship. It didn’t matter if Matt was gay, if he was tattooed, pierced or if his style of clothing was called kinky. He was a nice guy.

Their first boy’s night out wasn’t their last one. A lot more of them followed and became more frequent. However, they were just chatting and drinking beer together. There was no sexual tension between them, at least in Sam’s point of view. Matt, however, found it hard to hide his attraction for him. On several occasions he had a tough time to hide his horniness. Matt had to be careful. Any false move could blow his chance to turn their friendship into a sexual one. More importantly, he had to be patient.

Within a short period of time Sam became more and more attached to Matt as they found out that they had a lot in common. They listened to the same music, drank the same beer and rooted for the same football team. Before they understood what was happening to them they already became best friends. Sam’s wife suggested inviting Matt to dinner. She wanted to meet the guy Sam was talking about with great admiration. But Matt always declined. He had no interest in meeting Sam’s family because he knew that he would face a crisis of conscience if he got to know his wife and children. As long as he stayed away from them they were just an obstacle he had to get past. It was his twisted idea, his point of view. There should be nothing to distract his plans.

Matt made another move forward by convincing Sam to join a gym, with him as his workout partner. Thanks to an individually designed workout program Sam lost most of the extra weight he put on since he left active duty in the Marine Corps and gained a great amount of muscle. In the following months the world witnessed the drastic changes of his body. Arms, legs, shoulders and chest got bigger. His upper body formed a perfect V shape. His face squared off, his chin became strong and firm and his cheekbones were well-defined. All in all, it appeared as if Sam had gotten a testosterone boost.

Every time before they started their workout routine Matt gave Sam an energy drink he created especially for him. It had a strange salty taste. And on several occasions Sam had something slimy on his tongue. Matt didn’t reveal his secret ingredients to him until later. The energy drink actually contained freshly squeezed orange juice mixed with Matt’s cum. The sooner he got used to the taste the easier it would be to get accustomed to the thought of swallowing other men’s loads.

To Matt, the highlight of their regular visits to the gym wasn’t the significant change of Sam’s body but taking a shower with his soon-to-be-masterpiece. The sight of his ass alone made his dick immediately spring to life and he didn’t bother to hide his boner. At first Sam was irritated by Matt’s erections. But he got used to it. To be honest, he was flattered by the thought that his body gave his friend and some other men who were working out with them from time to time a hard-on.

After one of their workout sessions Matt decided to take their friendship to another level. He took Sam to a gay bar. When Sam saw through Matt’s scheme he was shocked. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he got a close view of men dancing together, kissing each other on the lips and making out in dark corners of the bar. His first thought was to head to the exit and make a run for it. But Matt promised him that he would fend off the gay men who were giving him greedy looks. In the meantime he should relax and enjoy his first visit to a gay bar.

“I was overwhelmed by the smell, the lights and music around me,” Benny’s father admitted. “I was in a world I didn’t know. It was frightening. I wanted to go home. Matt put his arm around my shoulders and joked about the men who couldn’t stop looking at me. I was irritated by his words. And then it hit me. I was hot. Thanks to my dedication to the gym I became a hunk and a gay man’s sex object. After a few beers I found the idea of me turning people on quite amusing. At the end it was an exciting experience.”

It wasn’t their last visit to a gay bar. Matt showed Sam various places where gay men could have some fun and introduced him to LGBT history. “I realized that the members of the LGBT community were people who faced ignorance and oppression for many centuries,” Benny’s father said, with a sorrowful voice. “Not long ago they were hunted, put in jail or killed. But despite the many hardships they went through they never gave up to fight for their rights. I couldn’t believe how much hate LGBT people had to endure. Nobody should face punishment for falling in love with the same sex or living life to the fullest. You only have one life to live and you should make the best of it.”

Matt expanded Sam’s horizons. He told him that the least he could do to honor the men, women and transsexuals who devoted their lives to the fight against discrimination was to be true to himself. Sam’s admiration for Matt grew and he was proud of him being his best friend. However, he slowly started to have doubts of his own way of living. Was he really making the best of his life? Or was there more to being a former Marine, an electrician, a husband and father?

One day Matt invited Sam to spend the weekend with him and some of his friends in a holiday resort. He left out the facts that they would participate in a gay party and have to share a room with a couple who was open to group sex. Sam really wanted to go. His wife, however, wasn’t fond of him spending two days with people she didn’t know. Furthermore, it would be his first weekend away from her and the children since Benny’s birth. At the end she gave in to her husband’s insistence.

After arriving at the holiday resort Sam’s jaw dropped at the sight of all the muscular guys walking around almost naked. Never before did he saw gay men kissing and dancing in broad daylight. When he accidentally bumped into a Latino in his early twenties giving a beefy Asian stud a blowjob he wanted to take the next flight home. Again, it was Matt who convinced him to stay. Sam trusted his friend and knew that he would be safe as long as he stayed by his side.

They spent most of their time at the swimming pool drinking beer and dancing to the music. Although Matt and his friends had to give Sam some tips to find the right dance moves he soon got comfortable shaking his ass in front of all the gay men. He even put his shirt off to reveal his abs and pecs, wearing only the speedo he borrowed from Matt since his board shorts violated one of the event’s rules. Another fact Matt kept for himself on purpose. Of course, it was a rubber speedo Sam had to wear. It was really hard for him to put that thing on. But the sensation of rubber covering his ass and dick was electrifying. If the speedo wasn’t so tight everybody could see the nasty boner he was sporting.

Sam and Matt partied until late at night. On several occasions the DJ, a black bodybuilder who wore nothing but a G-string, spoke into the microphone and shouted the same question to the crowd, “What are we?!”

The response of everybody was always, “A family!”

Sam hesitated at first join the crowd. After all, he wasn’t a member of the LGBT community. But Matt and his friends told him that it was alright. Every time Sam shouted the word “family” into the sky he was deeply moved by the strong bond of love everybody shared. He never felt something like that before and it was great, intoxicating. Unfortunately, every party had to come to an end.

Exhausted from all the dancing and shouting Sam, Matt and the couple with whom they were sharing a room went to bed. However, Sam didn’t get much sleep that night as Matt and the couple got together for a threesome. While he was lying in bed he could hear his roommates moaning in the dark. Then they began dirty talking.

“Oh yeah, ram your sexy hard cock in me.”

“Suck it, you son of a bitch.”

“Turn me into your whore.”

Matt was fucking their brains out. It was unbelievable that he was able to fuck two guys in a row after partying for hours. Needless to say, Sam got nervous with all the sexual energy that was released right next to him. But the strangest thing was that he was struck by curiosity. What was gay sex like? What exactly were gay men doing in bed? Was it really that great?

Suddenly, Matt turned the lights on and asked Sam if everything was alright.

“If you want you can join us,” one of his two fuck buddies giggled. “The more the merrier.”

Matt explained to them that Sam was straight and married. “What a shame,” was their respond.

Sam wasn’t ready for making such a huge step into the gay world – not yet. But he wasn’t far away from it. After all, he was thinking about gay sex. On one of their visits to a gay bar Sam asked Matt, “How does it work?”

First of all sexual acts between two men was all about pleasure because there was no way that one of them could get pregnant. “I was a newbie in that topic,” Benny’s father said. “There was so much to learn and Matt was eager to teach me. He was a dominant top. In other words, he was the one who did the giving part. He planned to transform me into a gay hunk and a submissive bottom. As we all knew, he was successful.”

Thanks to Matt’s detailed descriptions of a variety of gay sexual acts based on his countless experiences Sam became more fascinated with the gay world. Soon, there were dreams of men sucking and fucking, fisting and rimming. Those images often disturbed him since he never fantasied about men doing that kind of stuff prior to meeting Matt. Sometimes he woke up, sporting a big boner, and headed to the bathroom to jerk off in secret. After shooting his load he always felt guilty over the fact that he got hard on the thought of hot and sweaty men. But it was too late for him to back off. He wanted to know more about Matt’s adventures. He wanted to know every little dirty detail.

Step by step, Matt’s descriptions became kinkier. He told Sam stories that involved humiliation and submission. Sam couldn’t believe his ears at first. There were men out there who agreed to be completely submissive and there were men like Matt who got turned on to dominate them. But the part that stunned him the most was that it was easier for gay guys to get laid. Matt and Sam were the same age. But unlike Sam who married his first girlfriend right after graduating from high school and remained faithful to her ever since Matt had one-night stands almost on a daily basis. It didn’t take long before Sam considered the rubber-clad skinhead an inspiring example for freedom. To Matt, there were no boundaries. If he wanted to wear rubber twenty-four hours a day he would do it. If he wanted to get a tattoo or a piercing he would get one. If he wanted to fuck a muscle stud and make him into his sex slave he would go out and take the guy he wanted.

Their regular meetings stopped when Matt accepted an offer to perform in a new gay porn flick that would be shot in Madrid. For a whole week they wouldn’t be able see each other. Sam was devastated at the news. They did stay in touch by phone during that time. But it wasn’t the same. The seven days without his best buddy were unbearable. The moment he departed Sam’s motivation drastically went downhill. He didn’t go to the gym, called in sick to work and paid little attention to his surroundings. He missed his friend so much that he often toyed with the idea of following him. His wife and children sensed that there was something wrong with him. Although he remained silent about the reason for his low mood they did their best to cheer him up, but to no avail. Sam was totally heartbroken.

When Matt finally returned home Sam was overjoyed. He gave the rubber-clad skinhead a big hug and wiped off a tear from his eye. At that moment Matt knew that it was time to make another move. After spilling all the naughty stuff that happened during and after his shooting days in Madrid he told Sam that he was thinking a lot about him lately. He came to the conclusion that there was sexual tension between them. All the questions Sam asked about his adventures and his interest in the LGBT community indicated the urge to explore a unknown part of his sexuality. Matt offered him to change the direction of their friendship. In other world, Sam was given the chance to try out all the things he heard from Matt’s stories. Their conversation didn’t end well. In fact, Sam was stunned at Matt’s suggestion and made a run for it.

For the next two weeks Sam avoided any contact with his friend. He didn’t answer his phone calls, text messages, emails and stopped going to the gym. Still, Matt’s words were haunting him at that time. He did everything to get them out of his head. He plunged into work and focused on raising his children. But nothing could help easing him. Matt had opened a door that could never be closed. Moreover, Sam’s dreams of men increased. One night when he had sex with his wife he suddenly thought of the Latino from the holiday resort who gave another guy, a beefy Asian stud, a blowjob. After that Sam understood that there was no way to run. He wanted to experience the same things Matt did. He wanted to have a taste of the same freedom. He wanted to be like him. For thirty-two years Sam did everything society expected him to do. Why shouldn’t he do something he really wanted for a change?

Sam gave Matt a call and they arranged a meeting. Now, the real fun would finally take place. Matt was relieved that everything went according to plan. Every day and night he checked his mailbox and waited for Sam to give him a message. He almost gave in to the idea that his prey got away.

They went to Matt’s apartment for the first time ever. But before he invited him in, Matt asked his friend if he was really game for it. He explained to Sam that he would never be the same again. He would make him do things that would be beyond his wildest dreams. Also, he had to promise to be totally devoted to his teachings. If he backed off Matt would have no other choice but to end their friendship forever.

Sam hesitated for a moment. Was he really ready for this? He was just one step away from a world he was heavily drawn to. But he could still turn back and go home to a life that didn’t satisfy him anymore. He loved his wife. He loved his children. He would do anything for them. But Matt showed him that there was another way of living. And now he had the chance to learn more about it. His curiosity was stronger than the voice that asked him to remain faithful.

Sam entered Matt’s apartment which was a dungeon, to be more precise. There were all kind of equipment that would make every gay men who was into them shiver for anticipation or give a conservative a fatal heart attack. They included a sling, different fuck benches, kneeler tables, an X cross and a swing. Matt was definitely living his kinky side to the fullest. As for Sam, this was all new to him.

The first thing Matt ordered Sam to do was to change into appropriate gear. From that day on he should get used to leather and rubber. Sam had to put on a black rubber jock-strap, a leather chest harness, a pair of Wesco lace-up boots and wristbands. The moment he saw himself in the mirror he couldn’t believe how much the outfit sexed him up. He was a gay man’s dream come true, at least in his point of view.

When Matt asked him to pull down his zipper and suck his cock Sam got cold feet. All of the sudden everything became so real. It was only a while ago that he was just fantasying about putting another man’s cock into his mouth. He was about to break it off. But then he would never get another chance. His mixed feelings were tearing him apart.

As Sam was fighting with himself, Matt decided to go easy on him. “I see that I was too hasty,” he admitted. Instead of sucking his cock Sam should start off with licking the bulge in Matt’s rubber pants. Sam sighed with relief. He was glad that his friend was so patient. To express his gratitude he accepted his offer.

Sam went down to his knees and pressed his lips against the bulge of his cock and licked it through the shiny rubber. Slowly Matt developed a boner. His member grew bigger, getting harder as he moaned in lust. Sam could smell Matt’s precum under his pants. It didn’t gross him out. On the contrary, it thrilled him and filled him with pride. After some time his reservations about taking another man’s cock in his mouth disappeared. He was now game enough to do it. Before Matt became aware of what his friend was about to do the zipper of his rubber pants was already pulled down and his huge tool jumped out in front of Sam’s face. Although he was totally aroused he managed to give Sam instructions of how to suck a cock. First of all he had to watch out for his teeth. Then he should tease the slit and the rim with the tip of his tongue and take the shaft in his mouth. To Sam’s surprise, the taste of precum that was running from Matt’s slit didn’t bother him. To be honest, he liked it.

As Sam drew one moan after another from Matt’s throat he knew that he was on the right direction. And the way how his friend reacted to his sucking and licking turned him on. When Matt thought that Sam had mastered the basic he put his hands on the back of his friend’s head and forced him to take his cock deep into his mouth. “Swallow, cock-sucker, swallow,” Matt grunted.

Sam did what he was told. He kept swallowing while Matt’s cock went down his throat, inch by inch. Then, all of the sudden, his nose touched Matt’s stomach. Sam tried to release himself from the rubber-clad skinhead’s grasp. But Matt didn’t let go of him. Even when Sam started to fight he made it clear that he was in charge. “There’s no backing off now,” Matt said with a devilish grin. He thrust his cock into Sam’s mouth. Slow at first. After the third thrust he speeded up. Finally, Matt was face-fucking Sam with no mercy, moaning even louder than before.

“You like it, don’t you, bitch?!”

Two lines of tears went down Sam’s cheeks. It was hard for him to breathe. Still, he kept going. When he looked up to Matt’s face he was overwhelmed by the thought of giving him pleasure. Then Matt’s thrusting stopped. Sam knew what was going happen. Again, he tried to get free. Again, to no avail. Matt shot his load in Sam’s mouth while holding him with his strong hands, not letting him escape. “Eat it,” he yelled.

Sam had no other choice but to obey the rubber-clad skinhead. He had to admit Matt’s cum tasted great. It was hot and salty, the seed of a man, his elixir. And now it was inside of him, digesting in his stomach, turning into proteins and becoming a part of his body. He never felt that alive before. It was an experience that rocked his world and made him realize that he was more than a high-decorated former Marine, an electrician, a husband and father. He wasn’t limited to making money for his family’s sake, taking care of his wife and children, devoting his life to them. He was a man. He was a sexual being. He was able to give another man pleasure, to make him hard and take him to climax. He could do that. And it was the most satisfying and mind-blowing thing he ever experienced.

Matt grabbed Sam’s jaw and put two fingers into his mouth. “Make sure you swallow all of it, cock-sucker,” he said as he looked into the eyes of the man who was once his friend. Now he was his lover, a cock-sucker in training who would become a pro in no time. It was just the beginning. There was still so much to learn for him.

Matt pulled Sam up to his face, wrapping his arms around him, and forced his tongue into his mouth. For his first lesson Sam did a great job. In the following weeks he improved his cock-sucking skills. He turned out to be a fast learner. And after breaking free from the restraints that held him back he didn’t want to stop. He even got the hang of rimming. That was something that used to disgust him when he heard of it for the first time. He never would have thought that he would grow to enjoy swirling his tongue around the ring of another man’s asshole or burying his face between someone else’s butt cheeks. But the part that surprised him the most was that he loved Matt going rough on him. His words of humiliation had the effect of making his blood boil. How could that be? Actually, he should feel offended. Instead, he was overflown with a thrilling sensation that made him scream for more. Step by step Sam was drawn to Matt’s twisted world and adopted his way of thinking.

After their daily workout session at the gym they headed directly to Matt’s dungeon to continue the training. As time went by Sam’s wife noticed the changes of her husband’s personality. He was more demanding than usual and wanted to spend more time with Matt who was still a stranger to her. Almost every Saturday Sam went out to see his friend, only to return home the next day, totally exhausted. If she knew what he was actually doing she would force him to pack his bags and to get out of her sight immediately.

When Sam’s cock-sucking and rimming skills reached the level of a pro Matt took him to a place in the gay district where hustlers offered their services to men of all ages and nationalities for money. Dressed in a rubber jock-strap, a sleeveless rubber t-shirt and a pair of Wesco lace-up boots, Sam was given the task to make 200 bucks in one night by giving blowjobs. Of course, he was hesitant to the thought of degrading himself to a hustler. Matt convinced him to try it out, at least.

Sam’s first trick was a middle-aged man in an expensive suit. The wedding band on his ring finger indicated that a wife and perhaps a few children were waiting for him at home. He wasn’t very good-looking. His salt and pepper hair was a mess. His cheeks and jaw were covered with stubbles of different sizes and the rings under his eyes were the result of long working hours. Although it appeared that he didn’t take a shower for days Sam went down on him. The married man seemed to be satisfied by his service as he gave him some extra cash. After the seed of his first trick filled his mouth Sam realized that it wasn’t that bad as he thought it to be. In fact, it was some kind of hot. His next trick didn’t take long. And right after him another man demanded his services. Sam didn’t have the time to take a break. When the sun started to rise he already made 220 dollars. Sam was proud of the money he earned that night. But he knew he could do better.

On every Saturday Matt took Sam to the hustler scene. The money he made was spent in his own rubber and leather gear that was stored in Matt’s wardrobes. When Sam didn’t go hustling they went to the gay bars, socializing with other gay men and shaking their ass on the dance floor. Over time Sam became a real good dancer, even in his rubber pants that were so tight that he couldn’t sit down. That was another change that was quite surprising to everyone who knew him. Before Matt crossed his path Sam used to say that he hated dancing. Now, he couldn’t get enough of it. The moment he jumped to the dance floor he was unstoppable. His sexy moves drew a lot of attention. All eyes were immediately fixed on him. And he loved every minute in which he was surrounded by hot guys and their sweaty muscular bodies. Soon, a few nightclubs approached Sam and asked him to perform his dance numbers on stage. Of course, they offered money for his service. And, surprisingly, they paid a lot. In just one night Sam earned 1000 dollars. When he realized that he made more money by going hustling and dancing in nightclubs he quitted his day job. It was something that was expected to happen sooner or later since his colleagues were making jokes about the changes of his appearance and behavior.

“Watch out, Sam, you’re walking like a girl again.”

“I assume you’ve already bought tickets for the Lady Gaga concert.”

“Watch your back, boys. Sam’s coming.”

Sam explained to his wife that he accepted a highly paid job that required night work. At first she wasn’t fond of his change of job. But after a look at their account she dispelled her concerns. He was still putting food on their table, providing them with clothes and paying their bills. And there was enough money left to buy small luxuries that they couldn’t afford with Sam’s old salary. However, she wished he could spend more time with his family. Since Matt came into his life Sam seemed to distance himself from her and the kids. Also, sex was rare. And when they did have sex it was her who initiated it. Sam blamed his lack of interest in sex on stress at work. After all, every time he returned home he was totally exhausted and went directly to sleep. Nobody of his family knew what he was exactly doing. And when they asked he always shied away from giving them an answer. There was no way he would tell them that the food they were eating was bought with money he made with cock-sucking and dancing almost naked in front of a thrilled crowd.

“Hey, son, today we have steak thanks to the nice business man who shot a load in my mouth!”

“Honey, I just paid our health insurance bills after two hours shaking my ass in a glass box while I was wearing pink rubber hot pants.”

“You don’t like your new shirt? Do you know that I had to give two guys a blowjob in a filthy corner and bury my face in an old geezer’s ass before I could buy it?”

Sam’s wife would get a divorce and a restraining order in no time if he publicly announced his real profession that he didn’t want to give up. After all he had the time of his life. He was hot. He was fancied by men who would love to do bad things to him. He was a sex bomb. As long as he enjoyed it he wanted to keep on doing the things that put a smile on his face.

One day Matt decided to take Sam to the next stage of his so-called ‘gayducation’ that included using an anal douche and other methods to properly clean his ass. Sam didn’t like doing these things. They grossed him out. But Matt made him understand that they were necessary for a special lesson he wanted to teach him. He left out the fact that it would be the hardest thing of his ‘gayducation’. Matt forced his friend who was wearing a rubber jock-strap, wristbands, Wesco boots and a leather police cap to the floor, rolled him on his stomach and pinned him down with the weight of his body. Then he put his thump in his friend’s mouth. “Suck it, bitch,” he yelled. “Don’t bite or I’m going to ram my fist into your asshole without lube!”

Sam obeyed. He sucked Matt’s thumb. Whatever the rubber-clad skinhead was going to do to him he would enjoy it. The feeling of being totally dependent on his mercy was pure bliss for Sam. And the way how he talked to him, calling him “bitch”, “slut”, “cum eater” and “fag” made his blood boil.

In the meantime Matt’s other hand went down between Sam’s butt cheeks. “You dirty, dirty little pig,” he whispered in his friend’s ear, and without warning he pushed his middle finger into his ass.

Sam let out a groan when a new sensation hit him. He knew this day would come. But he didn’t think that he was ready for it yet. Matt should have warned him and give him some time to prepare himself. When Sam gave another loud groan Matt’s index finger joined in to stretch his asshole.

For five minutes two fingers were abusing Sam and he could do nothing against it. Soon, there were three fingers that were exploring the meat inside of him and making room for the big one. Another five minutes later Matt invaded Sam’s ass with his hard member. The pain was killing him. He screamed and accidentally bit Matt’s thumb. “I’ve told you to watch out your teeth, you cock whore,” the rubber-clad skinhead shouted. “Now I have to hurt you!”

Before Sam could get used to the pain Matt began pounding his ass with his incredible cock. Every time Matt’s tool went back into his asshole Sam screamed. He wanted to beg the rubber-clad skinhead to stop. But the words never escaped his lips as Matt kept his mouth shut. He wouldn’t stop anyway. He wanted to fuck him for a very long time, since the day they first met. Making him deep throating his cock, changing him into a muscular stud and forcing him to go hustling weren’t enough for him. He wanted Sam’s ass to turn into a cunt for gay men. He wanted him to stretch this tight hole to its limits. And he wanted to be the first one to fuck him. Sam, however, didn’t like it. He didn’t like the pain. He didn’t like the feeling of a cock inside of him that was splitting him in half. If it wouldn’t be that painful he could get used to it. But it was painful. And there was nothing that could ease that pain.

Sam used all his strength and managed to get free from Matt’s grasp. His cock slid out of his sore ass when he crawled away. But Matt disapproved Sam’s reluctance. He was angry at him as his friend refused him the satisfaction of filling him with his seed. Before Sam could make a run for it he pinned him down to the floor. “Don’t you dare getting away, bitch,” he yelled. “Your ass is mine.”

Sam did everything in his power to prevent the rubber-clad skinhead from thrusting his cock back into his ass. He fought like a lion for survival. They wrestled. Their sweaty bodies were entangled to each other, turning into a ball of solid muscles. It was the furious fight of two Greek gods for dominance. However, it was Matt who emerged victorious. He rolled Sam on his back, lifted his legs in the air and rammed his cock into his ass with such force that Sam blacked out for a few seconds.

The merciless pounding continued. Sam was powerless against the strong rubber-clad skinhead. It was his loss. Now he had to give in to the winner’s demands.

With each thrust Sam cried. Tears ran from his eyes. Again, he begged him to stop. But Matt was resistant to his words. The only thing he had in mind was to shot his load in Sam’s ass.

Then Matt leaned down. Sam’s legs were now wrapping his hips while the penetration went on. “Just imagine it,” Matt whispered in a soft voice and licked the tears on Sam’s face. “You have my cock inside of you, the whole thing. You are being fucked. My cock is breeding your ass. You can feel my balls on your butt cheeks. It won’t take long until I will shot my load. Just imagine it. I’m inside of you. We have emerged into one.”

Sam stopped crying and looked into Matt’s eyes. His words didn’t make the pain disappear but they make it a lot easier because they were telling him nothing but the truth. There was really another man’s cock inside of him. He could feel the warm and meaty head of it. The idea of allowing a big hard member to stretch the ring of his asshole surprisingly turned into sexual energy. When Matt pushed his tongue into his mouth Sam experienced an intimacy he never felt before.

Sam wrapped his arms around Matt’s shoulders and focused on the pounding. When he found the right rhythm he flexed his muscles every time Matt pushed his cock back in his ass. Soon, nobody knew if it was Matt or Sam who did the fucking.

Then the most intimate thing happened between them. It wasn’t the feeling of cum that filled Sam’s ass or the orgasm Matt had. Three words came from one of the two men that gave the other one a shock. “I love you.”

To everyone’s surprise, it was Matt who said these three words. Sam didn’t know how to respond. He just held the rubber-clad skinhead in his arms while his white seed leaked out from his asshole.

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