Embracing Life
by Fahrenheit80
Continued from Embracing Love
Brent Charles was no doubt the most self-absorbed gay muscle hunk, full-time leather maniac and country star wannabe walking on planet earth. But that was nothing compared to his biggest flaw: There was no man he cared about, unless he had a big cock that would give his bubble butt the attention it deserved. And with his good looks, it was no surprise that he was very picky about the guys who offered their services to him.
No, Brent Charles was no man to be considered as husband material. He was just a great diversion for one night. To those men who wanted to settle down in a monogamous relationship they were advised to step away from Brent to the guy next to him.
Brent would stay alone for the rest of his life. But that did not matter to him nor did he care about the people who thought of him as an eyesore. To be honest, he liked to be called a slut, a drama queen and a lone wolf.
However, the latter was not quite true. To make things right, there were people he enjoyed their company, even though he did not feel any sexual attraction for them. When that came out it causes a big outcry among Brent’s lovers and those who would give anything to tame the sex beast he was. It made no difference whether the people Brent Charles showed true affections were a single mother and her two daughters. On the contrary, it fueled the jealousy of Brent’s admirers.
Doctor Cindy Miller knew that she should call herself lucky. But she didn’t. Nearly two years ago her husband Joe disappeared without a trace. Since then she did not have much to laugh. And if it weren’t for her daughters, Trishelle and Nicole, she would have thrown herself in front of a train a long time ago. But it would turn out to be Brent who would give her the strength to move on with her life.
It all began when he paid her a visit at home. Well, actually, he visited her every day. His daily routine was: Eating breakfast, lunch or dinner with the Miller family. Watching television. Chatting about his affairs. Mourning Cindy’s nonexistent social life. But today would be a special day.
As always, Brent Charles entered the Miller’s house in his unique style – dramatically! “Please, don’t make a fuss. It’s just me,” he said with such a high pitched voice, even the blinds could tell that he was gay. To those with sight, there were several hints: He was wearing a pair of skin-tight black leather pants, a leather collar, leather wristbands, a leather tank top, black boots and a black leather band on his right upper arm. All in all, his muscular body was covered in black leather – day in and day out. Luckily, unlike the leather man of the Village People he did not grow a mustache but a goatee.
“Hi, Brent”, Cindy said while making pan cakes for breakfast. She got accustomed to the noise he made since the day he took over the position of her best friend. And as such he promised to show her the beauty that surrounded them – even if he had to use some tricks. And he was very tricky.
“How are you, Cindy?”
“Just fine,” she replied. She hesitated for a moment. But when she turned around and looked at Brent who was sitting at the table, sighing and making a gloomy face, she knew that she had no other choice than to play along with the drama queen. “And how are you?”
“Oh, sweetie, I’m so glad you asked.” Brent took a deep breath. And again he gave out a sigh. “My date for tonight called off. Somebody in his family just died. His grandmother. Or mother. I didn’t catch that.”
“I didn’t know that you were going on dates?”
“Yes, of course, I do.”
“With ‘date’ gay men refer to normal activities like going out to a nice restaurant, having candle light dinner, talking to each other just like normal people do?”
“Erm, hello? Gay men ARE normal people,” Brent remarked.
“Sorry, I didn’t know that you had… a romantic side.”
“Are you kidding? If there was a romantic guy in the world it would be me,” Brent said. “I always considered myself to by very, very romantic.”
“If you say so.”
“Anyway, since my date called off I need someone who accompanies me on my shopping trip.”
“Oh, a shopping trip is very romantic,” Cindy said. She put the plate with the pan cakes on the table. “Please, help yourself.”
“Oh no, I’m on a diet.”
“Brent, you already have a body to die for.”
“And I shouldn’t ruin it with junk food.”
“Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
Cindy sighed. She asked herself why she took Brent’s self-absorbed behavior for granted. At high school she could not stand those popular students who were looking down on her. Even when she reached adulthood, got married and became a mother, she kept a strong aversion against ignorant people. And Brent was definitely one of them. How life goes, she thought.
“Anyway,” Brent said. “I had the idea that I should pay my best friend a visit and ask her if she wants to come along.”
“Sorry,” Cindy replied. “I had a hard time at the hospital yesterday. I’m tired.”
“Oh, come on. When was the last time you went shopping?”
“Well, yesterday?”
“Buying groceries doesn’t count. What I have in mind is searching for a new dress, checking out some hot guys, having a nice day. And let’s face it. You are desperately in need for a new dress. Didn’t you wear that same blouse the day before yesterday?”
Nicole, Cindy’s youngest daughter entered the kitchen. Just in time, her mother thought as she didn’t know how to answer Brent’s question.
“Hey!” Nicole exchanged some kisses with Brent. On the right cheek. And then on the left.
“How are you, sweetheart,” Brent asked.
“Well, I have a date.”
“A date.” Brent looked at her with an amazed expression on his face. “Do I know the guy?”
“I don’t think so. He is in my history class.”
“Honey, I can assure you that I don’t know him, unless he is a member of the football team.” Brent turned to Cindy. “As you can see there is someone with a social life living under your roof. Wonders never cease.”
Then all of the sudden, they heard Trishelle’s scream. “OH MY GOD!” She rushed into the kitchen with a letter. “I’ve been accepted!”
“Oh my God,” Brent jumped off the chair and joined Trishelle. “You’ve got accepted!” In a rush of joy he gave her a big hug.
“Did you really make it,” Cindy asked totally amazed.
“Yes, yes!”
“Yes, she made it,” Brent shouted with a big smile on his face. “Congratulations… for what?”
Trishelle, her mother and her sister stared at him in disbelief. Why did he freak out in the first place?
“Oh, I know,” Brent said. “Erm… You’ve been accepted to participate in America’s Next Top Model.”
“No.”
“But, you told me it was your one and only dream.”
Nicole stepped forward in an attempt to make things right. “Erm… Brent, you are confusing her with me,” she said. “You know… I was the one who told you that it was my dream to participate in America’s Next Top Model… last week.”
“Oh… Okay,” Brent turned back to Trishelle. He tried to hide his embarrassment behind a smile. But there was no way he could undo the things that were done. Trishelle was hurt and angry. She did not like to be confused with her younger sister. Since childhood people always thought that they were twins.
“And what exactly…”
“Yale,” Trishelle replied. “I have been accepted to Yale.”
“Oh, yes,” Brent shouted. “Congratulations for being accepted to Yale.”
“Why do you let him into our house”, Trishelle asked her mother.
“Oh, honey!” Cindy put her arms around her and held her tight. “Just forget about it, okay? You are going to Yale. My baby is going to leave and live her own life.” There was a bittersweet taste on her tongue. “My baby is going to leave,” Cindy whispered. “I wish your father were here… He would be very proud.”
“Oh, mum.”
Everybody remained silent for a while. Little did they know that Joe Miller was actually standing right beside them. Two years ago the loving husband and caring father became victim of a powerful creature who appeared to him in the form of a barber. All he wanted was a haircut. Instead, he was transformed into Brent Charles. And to this day he lived the life of a self-centered and ignorant leather muscle hunk.
Unfortunately, Brent Charles wasn’t very good at keeping his mouth shut, regardless of the situation.
“Did you watch the last episode of America’s Next Top Model,” he asked Nicole.
“Oh God, that was so AWESOME!”
Brent agreed. “Definitely the best episode EVER.”
“And those male models. I’ve never seen men as handsome as they were.”
“Oh my God, they were so hot. I almost ripped my shirt off… which I did after the episode. In a gay bar.”
“You are a very slutty man, Mr. Charles.”
“Thank you. I’m still working on that.”
Cindy wiped her tears away. “Alright, girls, let’s have breakfast together.”
They went to the table. Brent joined them and took the same seat as he always did when he was still Joe Miller. Neither Cindy nor her daughters complained about it. In a way they took it for granted.
A few hours later, Cindy found herself being dragged to the shopping mall by her very demanding best gay friend. They went from one store to another in a short amount of time. Cindy couldn’t believe that there was a man who gave shopping a new meaning. But she had to admit that she really enjoyed herself, even though Brent attracted all the attention with his irrational behavior.
Being talkative, screaming, hopping and dancing when seeing a special offer. Checking out the hot guys. He even sang a self-written song titled “We won’t go bar hopping if we don’t go power shopping.”
And for the first time all the gloomy thoughts were gone. Cindy Miller had real fun. The same went for Brent. He was happy that he finally could get his best friend out of the prison she called home. Unfortunately, being away from social life for almost two years took its tool. Cindy’s fashion sense was a catastrophe. Brent had to show her the ropes.
“Oh, sweetie, you should put this and that on and some of these.”
“I can’t believe that a guy is giving me fashion advice,” Cindy remarked. She had to refrain from laughing.
“Trust your best friend. Because I am a gay man and I know what looks good on you.” Suddenly he realized that he stepped on something. He looked down and found a penny.
“Oh, look at that, today seems my lucky day.” Brent bent down, showing off his bubble butt to the people behind him who were amazed about how it filled out his leather pants perfectly. There were people who were afraid that his leather pants could split in half at any time. And there were people who wished for that to happen.
When Brent stood up, Cindy couldn’t resist making a remark of him being irresistible. “You really got the talent to draw attention.”
“I know,” Brent replied. “It’s a curse.”
While Cindy was giggling at his hilarious comment, he spotted among the people who couldn’t get their eyes off him, a man in his early 30s. He was just his type. Tall. Muscular. Nice chest. Nice shoulders. Nice arms. And those blue eyes. Very nice. But he could use a makeover. Those pants and shirt didn’t look good on him. And what was he thinking about that hairy thing on his face. Did he just shoot a stray cat and glued it on his chin and cheeks. This guy was desperately screaming for somebody with fashion sense. Since Brent was in his ‘Good Samaritan’ mood he wanted to offer him his service - and perhaps, if he was a good boy, his ass to fuck.
Unfortunately, it turned out that he was married to a beautiful woman and had two children with a third on the way.
Aw, man. Why do all the good-looking guys have to be straight and married, Brent thought and sighed. He could only hope that the object of his desire was in deep denial about his sexuality. Yeah, right. Just look at his kids and his pregnant wife. I shouldn’t get my hopes up.
Some time later, Brent took Cindy to a beauty salon. The owner, a slightly overweight drag queen called Madame Oh, was a close friend of Brent. Well, that wasn’t quite true. To be honest, they were rivals since the two of them were into the the same type of men.
“Hello, Brent,” Madame Oh greeted. “Long time no see. Did you put on some weight?”
“Hello, Madame Oh, you seem to be in a very good mood today. Did Ryan Seacrest finally answer your letters?”
“No, but he will. Someday for sure,” Madame Oh replied. Then she recognized Brent’s companion. “Who is that lovely lady? You didn’t turn straight, Brent, did you?”
“Can pigs fly?” Brent wanted to laugh.
“I’m Cindy. Brent and I are just friends.”
“Nice to meet you, Cindy,” Madame Oh said and shook her hands. “I didn’t know that Brent had any friends who are… normal.”
“I know what you mean.” Cindy and Madame Oh exchanged friendly looks. There was no doubt that they would become good friends since they had something in common. They happened to suffer the same fate – the airs and graces of a man who went by the name of Brent Charles.
Brent had to admit that he didn’t like the friendship that started to blossom between them in such a short time. Just the thought of his best friend getting along with his arch enemy made him sick.
“How can I help you,” Madame Oh asked.
“Well, Cindy, MY best friend,” Brent explained and took Cindy’s hand to make sure that there was no mistake that she belonged to him, “and I will have a ladies’ night tonight. And for THAT purpose she needs some make-up.”
Cindy was charmed by Brent’s attempt to secure his position. Sometimes he could be such a sweet moron. She wished he weren’t gay. What a waste, she thought. But then, she wouldn’t have so much fun.
“Brent, my darling, Cindy is already beautiful,” Madame Oh remarked. “But fine. I will do what I can. By the way, we both know that I am more of a lady than you are.”
“You don’t know him,” Cindy said.
“Darling, I know enough. I would make millions if I wrote a book about him.”
“If you are referring to his love life, I’m afraid the whole world already knows.”
“Darling, I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.” Madame Oh took Cindy’s hand and lead her to one of the free chairs. “I have made up my mind. Today you will have my full attention.” She turned back to Brent. “And you. As long as you have no business here you should better go outside. There are already too many people here breathing my air.”
“People die if they breathe your air, honey.”
“And here I thought you were friends,” Cindy asked.
“Oh, we are friends alright,” Madame Oh answered. “Now, Brent, you should better get going before I take out my scissors and cut off that thing you called your manhood.”
“Alright, alright,” Brent shouted. He threw a worried look at Cindy.
“Don’t worry, Brent. I think Madame Oh and I will have a good time.”
“I will come back in one hour.”
“Make it two,” Madame Oh said.
Cindy looked at her with an irritated face. “It is really that bad?”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, darling,” Madame Oh said. “So far you are one of my most beautiful customers. I just want to have a nice talk among ladies without complications.”
Brent went outside to the streets. He knew a perfect place to hang out while Madame Oh used her magic skills on Cindy. It was a store offering a full range of quality leather goods. He could buy a new harness – or perhaps new leather shirts! Thanks to his new workout regime his chest and arms became bigger. A leather police shirt would be nice. And don’t forget the leather cap.
On his way to the store Brent walked past the straight married man who drew his attention just a while ago. However, Brent did not take a note of him. The stranger on the other hand was astonished when he spotted the muscle hunk. He hoped that Brent would greet him. Unfortunately, neither did he say anything nor did he give him a look. The stranger turned around. He couldn’t get his eyes off his bubble butt that was covered in shiny black leather. For a few seconds, he couldn’t move. Then he took a step forwards.
Brent soon noticed that somebody was following him. When he found out that it was the guy he recently checked out in the mall he was surprised. At the same time a suspicion arose that he might not be straight after all.
When Brent entered the store he waited behind the glass door. Just a few seconds later the stranger walked past the showcase. At the sight of all the leather and sex toys he gulped and rushed away with a red face.
I knew that would scare him off, Brent thought. Straight men can’t handle it. Oh, well.
Brent was sure that it was the last time he would see the man, but he was mistaken. He returned, walking past the store from the right and then from the left like a caged tiger. He had a desperate expression on his face. If he just had the courage…
Aw, man. Brent couldn’t take it any longer. Being in his ‘Good Samaritan’ mood he had to lend the poor guy a helping hand. He opened the door and pulled him into the store.
The man was irritated. “Hey,” he shouted. “What are you doing?”
“I’m helping you out, that’s what I’m doing,” Brent replied. “Sweetie, if I you want to cum… Erm… to COME in, then do it for Pete’s sake. You are a grown-up man.”
“What do you know?”
Brent sighed. “Maybe I’m not the smartest guy, but I know when another guy needs help.”
“I didn’t ask for your help.”
The man looked around. He was relieved that there was no one in the store but the owner who was reading a gay porn magazine behind the cash desk.
“Don’t worry about Marcus,” Brent said referring to the owner. “He can keep a secret. And so can I.”
“Actually, I am not into that stuff,“ the man stammered.
“And yet you are here.”
“You dragged me here.”
“Honey, you can leave the store at any time,” Brent remarked. “I’m not holding you back. But if you want, I can show you around. The choice is yours.”
The man hesitated. Once again he looked around. All the leather. The provocative smell. The atmosphere. That was all new to him. If it weren’t for Brent he would never set a foot in that store. Just a while ago he didn’t even know that there were places in town where men could buy leather clothing.
The man was curious and excited. He felt like a boy, visiting a theme park without his parents. On the one hand there was danger lurking everywhere, on the other hand he was attracted to the unknown. “I think I will stay,” he said. “Just for a while.”
And with that his peaceful life would change forever. He would be drawn into a world he never dreamed of and events he never expected. Once he started enjoying it, there would be no turning back. Brent knew the consequences. He knew the temptation that was placed in the path his new acquaintance was heading down. However, he kept his mouth shut for the time being.
“I’m Brent.”
“Josh.”
They shook hands. Brent saw the wedding ring on his finger.
A straight married guy. Well, that’s interesting, he thought. And he had to admit that it was very alluring. Despite being a good looking man, Josh was a forbidden fruit. But Brent had one principle when it came to men: “Never, ever get involved with a married man.” That went especially to men who have children and a pregnant wife waiting for them at home. Brent might be an adventurous sex maniac with no shame, but he definitely was no bastard. Nevertheless, his one and only principle did not rule out the possibility to have some fun with them – in a non-sexual way.
“Let’s start the makeover.”
Josh gave Brent an irritated look. “Pardon me?”
“Come on, it’s fun,” Brent said and lead him further into the store.
The smell of leather became more intense. It soon overwhelmed Josh’s senses. He couldn’t think straight nor was he able to resist the feelings he never experienced before. Leather pants, leather shirts, harnesses, armbands, hoods, leashes, leather overall, leather hot pants, boots of various sizes – they even had things that were too extreme for his taste like dildos that were attached to jock straps or chastity belts with spikes.
“Marcus,” Brent shouted.
“What?”
“We are playing ‘Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’. Wanna join? You could be Carson Kressley.”
Marcus examined Josh. Then he stood up. “Sure,” he said. “But I’m more for the Ted Allen guy.”
Josh’s jaw dropped. Marcus was a buffed man who stood almost 6’7”. His heavily tattooed arms were trunks, his hands were like baseball gloves and every inch of his body was solid rock. He had his black hair cut to a flat top and his earlobes pierced. And he was wearing a green rubber tank top that matched his green eyes, black rubber pants and knee length boots. When Josh look at his face, the only word that came to his mind was “square”. He would later found out that Marcus was a former decorated marine. After serving 15 years for his country he quit, embraced his homosexuality and opened a fetish store.
“What’s your height, Josh,” Brent asked as he browsed through some leather pants.
“6’2.”
Josh took a glimpse of Brent’s back, his broad shoulders, the collar around his neck, the armband on his right upper arm. Then his eyes went down to Brent’s fine ass. What he saw could not be summarized in one word.
Brent knew that Josh was checking him out. Again, he wondered if his new admirer really was straight. Maybe, he was just bi-curious. Nevertheless, Josh the married man was taboo.
“And how old are you,” Brent asked.
“What does my age have to do with it?”
“I’m just curious. I’m twenty-eight, by the way.”
Josh hesitated for a second. “Thirty-two.” Then he sighed.
Marcus returned to them with a black police leather shirt, a black leather collar, a black leather cap, black knee length boots and some leather armbands. “Here you go,” he said and handed the clothing to Josh who was completely baffled.
“And don’t forget the pants.” Brent dug out a pair of police leather pants with red stripes.
“I can’t wear that,” Josh stammered.
Brent giggled. “Oh yes, you can.”
“I’ve never…” Josh imagined how he would look like if he put those clothes on, how the leather would cover his upper body, his legs, ass, dick and balls, how the leather would feel on his skin, and how it would rub his tender spots with each movement. To his embarrassment, he recognized that he sprouted a hard-on and that pre-cum was leaking from his dick. Brent could smell his arousal and was turned on.
Taboo. Taboo. Taboo, he said to himself over and over again.
“Stop crying like a baby and be a man,” Marcus commanded and led Josh to the changing rooms.
Brent followed them. He couldn’t wait to see Josh dressed in leather. “You will look great,” he shouted.
Josh hid behind the curtain. He was sweating and breathing hard. His heart was beating like a drum. DUM DUM! DUM DUM! DUM DUM!
Would he really fit in those leather pants? He wasn’t sure about that. And what about the collar? DUM DUM! DUM DUM! DUM DUM!
Oh my God, where did I get myself into? Josh wished he hadn’t accepted Brent’s invitation. He should have given it a second thought. However, as he was looking at the clothing he recalled his life and came to realize that he had never done something beyond the common standards. His life was sort of boring.
It’s now or never, he thought.
“By the way, weren’t you with your wife and kids,” Brent asked.
Marcus threw him a shocked look. And it didn’t help when Josh said: “I was. But they headed home.”
“He is married? Dude, that’s so screwed up.” Marcus made a disgusted face. “I’m out of here.”
Brent ignored his remark. He only had attention for Josh behind the curtain. If he just had x-ray vision, he would be a lucky guy. “And you didn’t join them?”
“My wife and I had an argument.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. It happens all the time. It’s her hormones. They are driving her crazy. But usually she is sweet and thoughtful.”
“You seem to be very in love with her.”
“She’s my sweetheart… Damn, those leather pants are tight. How do you put them on?”
“Are you still wearing your boxers?”
“I don’t wear boxers. I don’t like wearing underwear.”
And there it hit him again. The temptation. The forbidden fruit. Brent couldn’t believe that he got turned on by the idea of seducing a married man. He had to remind himself that Josh had children and a pregnant wife. Children. Pregnant wife. Children. Pregnant wife.
And he shouldn’t forget about Cindy. As a single mother whose husband disappeared without a trace she would break up their friendship for good. Josh might turn into a wonderful fuck buddy, but it would be just the sex Brent could get anywhere, anytime. So get over it!!!
“What are you doing for a living?”
“I’m a truck driver.”
“That means you are on the road most of the time.”
“That’s just temporary. I’m already looking for another job that allows me to spend more time with my family. I want to take a more active part in raising my children.”
“You are a sweet man, do you know that?”
“What about the leather armband?”
“You wear them on the upper arm.”
“On which arm do you wear yours.”
“On the right arm.”
“Does it have any meaning?”
Brent could explain to him that it might refer to someone’s sexual preferences. Left were for tops, right for bottoms. But why bother, he thought. “No. Just put it on. Left or right.”
“Alright.”
Brent visualized Josh being in a gay bar, surrounded by a horde of men who try to hit on him. They were all tops with a soft spot for muscular leather bottoms. Poor Josh would be clueless why he was attracting them.
“Did I really have to put the collar on,” Josh asked.
Brent grinned. He would die to see Josh with a collar around his neck. “It won’t hurt.”
“It makes me look like a lunatic.”
“Who cares?”
“My wife perhaps.”
“I’m sure she won’t find out. And you won’t turn into a lunatic if you put something on that actually looks good on you.” Brent closed his eyes. The imagination of him wearing a collar set him on fire. Adding the armbands and the leather pants to the picture, it would be hard to restrain himself from jumping on him and pushing his tongue into his mouth. All he had to do was to get rid of that hairy thing on his face.
And again, Brent had to tell himself that Josh was still a happily married father of two and a half children and that Cindy would punch him in the face.
“I don’t know,” Josh said. “It just looks so…”
“Oh, come on, honey!” Brent couldn’t hold off any longer. He had to see him. If it was just a glimpse, he would be satisfied. He would store the memory in one part of his brain which was responsible for creating his masturbation fantasies. What awaited him behind the curtain did not disappoint him.
It was a good idea to give Josh a pair of leather pants that were actually tighter than the trousers he used to wear. They looked like they were painted on his skin. His powerful big chest muscles were almost ripping off the police leather shirt. He wore black leather wristbands, a leather cap, black shiny boots… and the black leather collar. To sum it up in a few words, the man in front of Brent looked amazing.
Brent had to take a deep breath. “Oh. My. God. You are so… wow! You’re sure you’re not gay?”
“Yes.” Josh was charmed by the look Brent was giving him. To this day he hardly had anything to do with gay men. In fact, he was afraid of them, but not anymore. Now he could imagine being friends with one or two of them.
“What a pity,” Brent said and sighed.
Josh never experienced that much attention, especially from a guy. Was he really looking that good? He examined himself in the mirror. As a matter of fact, Brent didn’t exaggerate with his reaction.
The man Josh saw in front of him was breathtaking, tempting, and simply put, hot. The leather brought out the features he didn’t knew he had them. And it felt great! He could smell and hear the leather. When he touched his chest the emerging feelings overwhelmed him like electricity. He wished he had the courage to wear that outfit in public. But why shouldn’t he? He was a grown-up man. He could live life the way he wanted. He could just walk out and make some noise in the world dressed in his new leather outfit.
“See, I told you that you would look great,“ Brent said. He couldn’t help himself from touching the leather band on his right upper arm. What made the greatest impression on him was that bulge in Josh’s pants.
“I am not used to it,” Josh admitted.
“Careful, boy. There are people who would love to show you the ropes.” Brent knew what he was talking. “Now you have to get rid of that thing on your face.”
“What thing?”
“The hairy thingy.”
“It’s called a beard.”
“Whatever it is and whatever you have in mind with it, I can assure you, it isn’t working,” Brent remarked and stroked Josh tenderly on the cheek. “I recommend a goatee. Or a soul patch. Or a door knocker. At least get a shave.”
No other man but his father ever touched his face. For a second Josh stopped breathing, his heart skipped a beat. He felt an unknown sensation. It overwhelmed him, comforted him, and irritated him at the same time. His mind drifted away in a sea of feelings that were new to him.
Something had changed. Before Josh entered the store he wouldn’t dare to get involved with a person of the same sex. Anything beyond friendship was out of the question. Besides, he was married to his high school sweetheart. They had two children. And soon there would be three. He couldn’t start having doubts all of the sudden. No, that wasn’t the right time. And yet, he did it.
The moment when Brent stepped forwards, decreasing the distance between them, Josh wished that he would be much closer. He already had a hard-on because of the leather that rubbed his skin.
“You have a handsome face,” Brent said. “You should show it, not hide it.”
Brent could feel that there was something happening inside Josh. His eyes had that glow. And there was that tension that he experienced quite a lot with some of his fuck buddies.
If Josh weren’t so hot. Perhaps, it wasn’t a good idea after all to help him out. Would he be in trouble if he tasted his lips? Brent couldn’t get the idea out of his mind to be the first man who shared a kiss with Josh.
Oh my God, what now, he asked himself. To his surprise, Josh came closer. He put his hands on his hips. They were powerful… and big. Brent loved how he touched him.
Just a kiss, he thought.
Josh leaned over. He closed his eyes. It would be his first time to be intimate with another man. But suddenly Brent backed off. “I’m sorry, honey,” he said and put his index finger on Josh’s lips. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I have my principles,” Brent replied. “No straight married men with children.”
Josh turned his face away from him. He was disappointed, angry and embarrassed.
“Let’s stay friends,” Brent recommended. But Josh ignored him. He was too busy to endure the shame that came over him.
Did it really happen? Did he almost cheat on his wife – with a man? Even though it would be just a kiss, it was something that was forbidden. Josh could not believe what he almost did to his wife - and to their children. But it was an undeniable truth that he had those strange feelings and nearly lost to them. The worst thing was that they were still there. The curiosity. The excitement. The urge. Josh wanted to cry. Why was it happening to him? Just a while ago he was buying a new doll for his daughter.
Brent saw that Josh was in despair. He couldn’t cope with the situation. More or less it was his fault. Without him Josh wouldn’t have to experience the misery of being rejected by the biggest slut on earth. Brent made his leave. It was the best thing he could do. Away from Josh. Away from his life.
Josh will be fine, he thought. He will return to his wife. He will apologize to her, play with his children, put them to bed, read a story to them, and then he will lay himself next to his sleeping wife and realize that he is the world’s happiest man.
Nevertheless, Brent was aroused. He needed to release himself. And the only near place where he could easily get a hook-up was the cruising spot in the city park.
At the same time, Josh changed to his normal clothes. The sensation of leather nearly messed up with his life. He got lucky that Brent pulled the brakes before it was too late to have second thoughts. When he was about to leave the store Marcus asked from behind the cash desk, “You’re not buying anything?”
Josh shook his head. “No. To be honest, I am low on cash.”
“That’s a pity. You really looked great in that outfit. I like your chest.”
Josh still couldn’t handle compliments when it came to his looks. The only reactions that came out of him were silence and something that resembled a smile. “I should better go home.”
“I overheard you are looking for a new job,” Marcus said. “I can use some help.”
“Thank you. But I have to decline your offer.”
“Then what about a simple one-shot job? You’re interested in earning 500 bucks?”
“500?” Josh couldn’t believe his ears.
“All you have to do is to pay a friend of mine a visit. He has something in his possession that belongs to me. I like to have it back.”
“And if I do it for you, you will pay me 500 bucks? What’s the catch?”
“The friend of mine won’t hand it out so easily. But with some nice words from a handsome guy like you it will be simple. You’re in?”
“Something smells fishy.”
“You know what. I pay you 250 bucks in advance. And when the job is done, you get another 250 bucks.” Marcus grabbed the money from his wallet and put it on the desk. The faces of Benjamin Franklin, Andrew Jackson and Alexander Hamilton were on the bank notes. Josh couldn’t get his eyes off them. “Deal?”
“It must be very valuable.”
“Not quite,” Marcus remarked. “It’s more or less a memento.”
“Alright, I do it.” Josh took the money.
“You will find him at Babylon. And you should put on that leather outfit… and have some… erm… modifications.”
“Pardon me?” Josh threw Marcus an irritated look. There was something strange with his face. His eyes seemed to have changed the color. They weren’t green anymore but crystal blue… and glowing.
“I look into your eyes, honey,” Marcus said with a grin.
In the meantime, Cindy enjoyed the company of Madame Oh, the fabulous drag queen with a heart of gold. Since Brent’s departure more than two hours had passed. He should be back by now.
“Don’t worry about him, darling,” Madame Oh said. “I’m certain that he is working his ass off.”
They were just making some final adjustments to her new hairstyle, when Cindy’s cellphone rang.
“Hello…? Brent? Where are you…? Pardon me…? Hang on a second! You are in jail…? You were… Oh… Okay, I will get you out... Yes, yes… Bye.” Cindy gave out a sigh. “Oh boy.”
Madame Oh smiled. “Let me guess, Brent was arrested for public indecency.”
“Yes, he was,” Cindy answered. “He offered a man… some oral services in the city park.”
“In the city park? At this time of the day? In that outfit?” Madame Oh shook her head. “Well, that’s dumb. Oh right, it’s Brent we are talking about.”
“And it turned out that the man he tried to hit on was a police officer.”
Madame Oh started to laugh. “And I keep telling him to keep his mouth shut.”
Some time later, Brent was bailed out of jail. He almost messed up when he made a move on the same officer who was responsible for putting him behind bars. So much about Brent’s gaydar, it certainly needed a new hard drive.
After a cold shower and a cosmopolitan the three hours Brent spent with some fat and heavily tattooed men in a small dirty cell were history. Retrospectively, he couldn’t complain about the treatment during his time in jail. In fact, he was a little disappointed that none of the rough criminals wanted a piece of his ass, although he made things clear that he was ready for a good old fashioned gang bang. He even laid himself on the bank, touched his soft spots and made noises like a purring cat. Unfortunately, the men were intimidated by his advances and tried to keep him at distance. In the end, it was quite a letdown for the sex-hungry leather muscle hunk.
But now it was time for him and Cindy to head to Babylon, the best leather bar in town. Nevertheless, there was one thing that kept him busy. Why didn’t the officer want to give him his number? He thought that there was a connection between them.
“You’re sure that he was gay,” Cindy asked.
“I swallowed,” Brent replied.
“Wait, you didn’t really…”
“Put his dick in my mouth? Yes, I did. And he liked it. I guess. Well, he didn’t complain. On the contrary, he made a compliment about my cock-sucking skills.”
“Oh my.”
“And I have to admit, he has a beautiful cock,” Brent recounted. “On a scale of 1 to 10, his cock is an 8. But it is a bit small for my taste. To be honest, I prefer big and circumcised cocks.”
And again Brent attracted the people’s attention. This time they gave him some shocked looks. In almost every sentence he used various versions of the words ‘cock’ and ‘dick’. Cindy didn’t like the way how people were setting their eyes on them. She could tell what they were thinking.
“Can you please cut it down,” she whispered to Brent.
“What?”
“Using those words.”
“What words?”
“Your terms for… male genitals.”
“Cock, dick? Dick, cock?“ Brent started to sing and swayed his hips. “Cock, cock, dick! Dick, dick, cock! Cock, dick! Dick, cock! Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock, cock, dick!“
“Stop it! That’s embarrassing.“
“Oh, come on, Cindy. Everybody is saying those words.”
“Well, not everybody.”
“We’ll see that.” Brent restarted the singing of the song he just made up, calling it the ‘Dick, Dick, Cock Hymn’. To make things worse he invented a new dance, a mishmash of clogging and ballet. “Cock, cock! Dick, dick, cock! Cock, cock, cock, cock! Dick, dick, dick! Come on, Cindy! It’s fun! Let’s shake some ass!”
“Save it for later, okay. I really don’t think that I am in the mood for this.”
“You are no fun,” Brent sulked. But the night was still young. He would have his way sooner or later.
By the end of the night, he thought, Cindy will laugh her pants off. It was time for her to move on, to make plans of her own and embrace life. She had so many years ahead and definitely deserved happiness. And Brent would be the one to give her a push into the right direction.
“So, where are we going,” Cindy asked.
“To the best place in the world.”
The Babylon was the most popular gay leather bar in town. Visitors recommended its exquisite setting, the staff whose members were all extraordinary handsome and muscular and the exotic weekend shows. Even men who weren’t into leather favored the illustrious bar. Sometimes there were women of all ages among the guests. They enjoyed the sight of men who were most of the time too good-looking to be gay and too well-dressed to be straight.
However, Cindy happened to be the only woman tonight – or so it seemed. She was astonished by all the muscle men covered in leather, dancing on the dance floor, chatting and drinking at the colorful illuminated tables. And that was just one of many reasons why she felt like an outcast. She didn’t wear pants, boots or whatever those men had on their bodies. Instead she wore a normal cocktail dress under her jacket, lady’s shoes and some jewelry. Luckily, nobody cared for her. The men only had eyes for Brent.
They approached him, kissed him on the cheeks and lips, touched his chest, abs and bubble butt and asked him for some private time. To their disappointment, Brent declined their offers. All he wanted was to have some fun with his best friend Cindy. He showed her around, introduced her to some of his ‘special’ friends including Babylon’s famous stripper trio, blonde muscle god Jeff, muscle bear Rick and Piotr the Giant. The latter was notorious for his rough behavior and monster dick. Just a while ago he was released from prison, leaving a bunch of well-trained power bottoms behind.
Then Brent took Cindy to his favorite table. “Excuse me, you’re sitting on my spot,” he told a hairy leather daddy in his 50s. “And that’s my table, by the way. Can you please go somewhere else?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t saw your name on the table.”
“Oh, honey, I think you need to see an eye doctor. It’s right here. Brent Charles. A sweet French guy carved them into the table with a knife.” Brent put on a sly smile on his face. “It wasn’t the only knife he had in his pants,” he recounted and turned to Cindy. “He was exceptionally skilled. You know that I was talking about his dick, do you?”
Cindy gave out a sigh. She knew that he was teasing her and wouldn’t stop, unless she gave in and uttered ‘cock’ or ‘dick’ respectively. Well, that won’t happen, she thought. That was her way of teasing him.
“Sorry, girls, first cum, first served,” the leather daddy said.
“Oh, I know how to serve someone.” Brent winked at him. “Say, handsome, why don’t we go to the men’s rooms and I give you a special service.” Again, he turned to Cindy. “You know, that I’m talking about cock sucking.”
“Alright!” The leather daddy stood up and went ahead. Before he knew what was going on, Brent sat down at the table and advised Cindy to do the same. She hesitated for a second. Then she took a chair.
“Bitch,” the leather daddy shouted. “Get lost!”
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t saw your name on the table. But there is mine. Brent Charles.”
The leather daddy gave Brent an angry look. “You little…” He bit his tongue and calmed down. “What about the special service?”
“Better luck next time, lover boy,” Brent replied.
“Bitch!” and with that the leather daddy took off.
“Well, that was nice,” Cindy said. “You really want to step over this opportunity?”
“Nah, he isn’t really my type. A bit too hairy… And I think he has a small dick.”
“Can you please stop?”
“Just say it.”
“You’re not making many friends with that behavior of yours.” Cindy looked around. Her eyes spotted a young man behind the bar. He was one of the few guys who didn’t wear leather but a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Despite of that he was buff like all the others. Cindy believed that he was in his late 20s. Definitely too young for her… and too gay. She sighed as she came to realize that she was in no-woman’s territory. At the same time she was happy about her situation. A new man in her life was the last thing she needed since she still hoped for her husband’s return. And then they came back to her. The memories of Joe. The questions. The doubts. His last words to her before he disappeared. The promise he made that he would not be too late for their 20th anniversary celebration at the restaurant – their restaurant.
“Don’t make such a gloomy face, sweetie,” Brent said. “You are at Babylon. The best place on earth.”
Cindy tried to smile but she couldn’t. She thought about Joe and how she missed him. If she knew that he was nearby.
“Cheer up!”
At that moment the host announced the next live performance. Everybody turned around, eyeing impatiently at the stage as the performer wasn’t revealed till now. The shows at Babylon were famous for being artistic, provocative and entertaining. When the curtains drew back Brent’s jaw dropped. It was none other than his archenemy who made a dramatic appearance, the divine Madame Oh. Dressed in a skintight shiny red leather overall she revealed her proportional body and her falsies in a way that it was close to be called illegal. It was absolutely impossible to put it on while still wearing underwear. Indeed, there was nothing but her skin under the quality leather. She had red colored fingernails and her big lips were scarlet and shining. Brent wanted to throw up.
Then the music started. And with a chesty voice Madame Oh performed her own unique interpretation of Tina Turner’s ‘Golden Eye’. The audience was enthralled. Everybody kept quiet and listened to Madame Oh’s singing.
“She’s really good,” Cindy said.
Brent was speechless. The reason wasn’t Madame Oh’s performance. It was the arrival of a guy he didn’t expect - Josh!
Just a minute earlier, after a long search Josh finally found the Babylon. He had to build up his courage to make it to the entrance of the first gay bar he ever visited. Under his coat he was dressed in the same outfit Brent and Marcus picked up for him earlier this afternoon. The police leather pants with the red stripes. Knee length boots. A leather shirt. Leather wristbands. A leather band on his right upper arm. And a collar around his neck. Furthermore, Marcus did something what he called ‘modifications’. They included a manicured scruff, a crew cut and a ring on each ear. He could not explain why he let Marcus do all these things to him. But he had to admit that he liked the result. It imparted masculinity to his face he didn’t believe he had it in the first place. His wife and children would be definitely surprised.
When Josh entered the Babylon he was told to hand his coat to the guys at the coat check. Finally, he would make his debut as a leather man. At first he was embarrassed to walk around in his leather outfit. Everybody was staring at him. Checking him out. His embarrassment subsided, however. He was getting used to the lustful eyes of the men around him. Moreover, he was getting used to the leather on his skin. Sure, it still rubbed it soft spots and he had to fight a hard-on. But he didn’t feel like a freak anymore. He was among people who were dressed in a similar way.
Josh headed to the bar. Luckily, it wasn’t too crowded, and the handsome, young bartender had some time to spare.
“Are you Jonathan,” Josh stammered.
“Just John,” the bartender replied with a smile. “How can I help you?”
“Marcus sent me to get his… erm… ring back.”
“Marcus?” John shook his head. “That little bastard… Tell you what. I won’t do it. Tell that big old queer he can kiss my ass.”
“You mean it?”
“Sorry, dude. By the way, I’m wearing the ring right now.”
“Oh…”
Josh felt somebody’s hand on his left shoulder. He turned around and looked into Brent’s eyes.
“What the hell are you doing here,” he asked.
“Brent? Why… Where…” Josh couldn’t make up a sentence. He was totally surprised to meet the guy who almost became his first man-on-man kiss. Today wasn’t his lucky day.
Brent took his arm and led him a few steps away from the bar. “Again, what the hell are you doing here? And what happened to your beard? And moreover, what’s with that hair?”
“I’m here… because Marcus told me to get something back for him… He pays me $500. I couldn’t say no.”
“500 bucks for a delivery job? Well, that’s fishy to me.”
“He already paid me $250 in advance.”
“And what exactly are you trying to get back for him?”
“Erm… It’s… a ring.”
“Alright, that must be a very valuable ring.”
“It’s a cock ring.”
“A very valuable cock ring. What else?”
“John – I mean the bartender is wearing it right now. He won’t hand it to me. And I don’t know how I can… get it off him.”
“Oh, I know how to get that thing off,” Brent said. “Anyway, this isn’t the right place for you to hang out. Straight married men shouldn’t be here. They should be with their wives and children. Now, be a good boy and go home.”
All of the sudden Jeff, the blonde muscle god, stepped into their conversation. He was drawn to Brent’s acquaintance who was just his type. Tall, muscular and masculine. And at the sight of the leather band on the hunk’s right upper arm he hoped for some fun.
“Hey, Brent,” he said. “Do you want to introduce me to that good-looking friend of yours?”
“He’s straight, married and is about to leave,” Brent replied.
“You’re kidding, right? Straight married men don’t walk around in these get-ups. Especially in a gay bar.” But then Jeff saw the ring on Josh’s finger. “Is that a wedding ring?”
“Honey, he is straight like an arrow. And he is so married with two children and a third on the way.”
Jeff made a stunned face. “You have kids?”
“Daddy needs to go home to put them to bed.” At that moment, Brent realized that Madame Oh had finished her show and was sitting at his table with Cindy. The two women were talking. And it seemed they had fun – without him. Oh, that was so not fair of his archenemy to make use of his absence. Brent felt backstabbed, betrayed, angry and… simply put, he was jealous. If he wasn’t a gentleman he would punch Madame Oh right in her ugly Miss Piggy face.
“Please excuse me, I need to go back to my friend,” Brent said to the guys. “You, go home. And you try to hit on that guy over there. He’s staring at you for some time.”
Brent rushed to his table. “Hey, ladies.” He gave Madame Oh a false smile. “I see someone sitting on my spot and talking to my best friend.”
“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t saw your name.”
“It is right there,” Cindy said and showed Madame Oh the carving. “See?”
“Oh, alright. That’s some kind of beautiful work. Nevertheless, first come, first served.”
Cindy shook her head. “I think I’m having a déjà vu.”
“It’s already been contaminated,” Brent remarked. “So, I’ll be sitting here, right beside my best friend who I know quite a long time.”
“One and a half year,” Cindy recounted.
“Which is like an eternity.”
“Of unimaginable torture.” Madame Oh started to laugh. If Satan had a mistress, it would be her.
Brent had to refrain himself. Stay calm. Don’t let her have her way on you. Just cope with it. We are here because of Cindy, he told to himself over and over again.
Cindy turned her eyes to Josh. He was still with Jeff who definitely tried to make a move on him. “Is that guy a friend of yours – I mean, one of your ‘special’ friends?”
“Oh, hell no,” Brent answered. “I would never go out with a straight married guy.”
“He is married?”
“He is straight,” Madame Oh asked in astonishment.
“Yes. And yes,” Brent said, first to Cindy, then to Madame Oh. “He is very straight and very married.”
Cindy took a closer look at Josh. “Do straight men wear… leather?”
“Do married men go to a gay bar on Saturday?” Madame Oh couldn’t believe it. “He doesn’t look straight to me. My gaydar is telling me that. And it has never disappointed me in my … twenty-seven years.”
“Twenty-seven? Then you are younger than Brent,” Cindy said, ironically.
Brent put on a disgusted expression on his face. “Honey, if you’re really younger then all I have to say: You don’t age very well, do you? Is that a new wrinkle?”
“Oh, Brent, you are so charming.” Madame Oh took his hand. “You know, I would love to be with you. Tying the knot. Having kids with you. But, unfortunately, I am into men.”
In the meantime, Josh was charmed by Jeff’s smooth talk. He knew that he was flirting with him despite of the fact that he was beyond his league. At first it was intimidating but soon curiosity took over. Jeff was the second muscle hunk who seemed to be interested in him. But he was totally different. Brent was strong enough to step away in the last minute because he couldn’t handle him being married to a woman. Jeff, however, could care less about it.
After a while, Josh finally stopped Josh’s advances. “I’m sorry. I should go home.”
“To your wife and children? Tell me about them?”
“Listen, you’re a sweet guy. If I were gay I would be all over you,“ Josh admitted. He couldn’t believe what he had just said.
“Oh, really, you would be all over me?” Jeff grinned. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard from a straight man.”
“I don’t know what came over me when I said that.” Josh felt the same sensation he just experienced earlier when he was with Brent in the changing room. His heart was pounding. That wasn’t right! “I should leave now.”
Jeff grabbed his arm. He pulled him over to him. Their eyes met. Josh was stunned. What was that feeling? It was so intense. So overwhelming. At the same time it was frightening.
No, he said to himself. He wasn’t allowed to feel that way. Not for a man. Jeff wouldn’t push him away like Brent did when they nearly kissed. And indeed, he didn’t. He leant over and gave him a kiss that would finally break something deep inside of him free.
Brent gulped. He had witnessed everything from the distance and was shocked.
“You’re sure that he is straight and married,” Cindy asked in disbelief. “He doesn’t look to me that way.”
“I don’t know him nor do I want to be friends with that COCK sucking guy,” Brent replied angrily. “Let’s change the topic.” He gazed around. There were other men who had more to give than Josh, that cheating bastard. Those men knew what they wanted. Moreover, they knew who they were and weren’t hiding it from the rest of the world. Brent could have any one of them. All he had to do was to snap his fingers and they would throw their pants away.
Who needs a straight married guy in the closet, he thought.
Josh was history. And with that Brent swore never to play Good Samaritan for a guy again. He didn’t need that kind of drama.
“I’m gonna shake my ass on the dance floor,” Brent said to Cindy.
“Then go for it.”
“You don’t want to join, Cindy?”
“I’m not in the mood for dancing.”
“Oh, darling, that’s so… sad. You’re at Babylon, the best dance club in the world.”
“I’m sure you will find another dance partner who suits you more than me.”
“Cindy darling!”
“Don’t worry,” Madame Oh said. “I will take good care of her while you make some new buddies. Cindy and I are becoming good friends, aren’t we, Cindy darling?”
“You have saved my hair.”
Brent didn’t like the relationship that was starting to blossom between the two. If his best friend got along with his archenemy, it would be the end of the world. He had to do something about that problem. And he just came up with the best solution. He would kill two birds with one stone. Two fat birds, to be precise. Two very fat birds.
Brent went to see the host to make him announce another performer who would make a dramatic appearance on stage – the most glorious rising star of modern music industry, Brent Charles, the embodiment of every man’s wet dreams. He was pretty sure that he would make an impression even if he lacked singing talent. The audience would just look at him admiring and lusting for his broad shoulders, his big chest and that fine bubble butt he was hiding under his black leather pants.
While everybody applauded, Brent jumped to the stage, took the microphone from the host and declared. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this song is for my best friend, sitting right there.” He pointed to Cindy. But the men were looking at Madame Oh who waved to them.
“Thank you, thank you,” she said.
“Not that old fart in the red leather overall! I mean the beautiful lady over there.”
Madame Oh let out an offended scream, while Cindy cheeks turned red.
Oh my God, what is he doing now, she thought.
“I love your hairstyle,” someone shouted.
“And I would die to have your earrings!”
“Hey, hey, hey, no flirting,” Brent barked into the microphone. “Anybody who tries to hit on her has to go through me first. And I’m still available. Anyway, as I already stated, that song is for my best friend.”
And then the music started. Brent sang Whitney Houston’s ‘I wanna dance with somebody’, hopping and twisting on the stage. The audience totally went crazy as he turned his back to the already aroused men and literally shook his ass like a gayer version of Ricky Martin.
“Come on, Cindy! Feel the heat,” Brent shouted. He rushed from the stage, fought his way through the crowd and reached for Cindy. “I wanna dance with somebody! And that’s you!”
Everybody was into Brent’s singing. They danced in the rhythm of the music. And when Cindy finally found the courage to take Brent’s hand, they clapped. She didn’t know what she was doing, but it felt so good to be in the center of everybody’s attention for a change. Brent took the lead, spinning around her like a boomerang.
Madame Oh, however, was the only one that didn’t like his performance. In fact, she hated it because it was better than the one she did earlier. She stood up, made some noise and took off.
Brent won. He had saved Cindy from Madame Oh’s evil influence and forced the wicked witch of the east to leave. The night couldn’t turn out better.
The same went to Josh who had his first kiss with a man. Soon he would learn about new places he never dreamed of. Jeff led him to Babylon’s most infamous area. There were several black doors. Each of them was hiding rooms where men could have some private time together.
Josh let Jeff have his way on him. It started with more kissing. Their tongues were licking each other on the lips, cheeks and ears. Jeff’s hands clasped Josh’s waist. From there they moved down to his ass. Heavily breathing, Josh did the same. Everything was new to him. Touching another man sexually was something he never did before. His nipples were rock hard, rubbing against his shirt, as his dick was crying to be released from the tight leather pants. He remembered his first time with a woman. His anticipation to lose his virginity. It was almost the same, but this time it was with a man. And he knew the rights buttons to push him higher and higher to ecstasy.
Josh put his arms around Jeff’s shoulders. He leant back and allowed his lover to plant sweet kisses on his neck. They were wet and warm. His eyes were covered in sweat and tears. Josh didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. Soon he would cum. But Jeff had other plans. He wanted to make him do things that would drag him deeper into his dark world. And after that there would be no turning back. Josh would never be the same again. He would be Jeff’s new fuck buddy – and perhaps his greatest conquest. He held Josh’s head and pushed him down to the zipper of his pants.
“Suck me off,” Jeff whispered.
Josh gulped. Was he ready to make the next move? He wasn’t sure. Surprisingly, the thought of sucking another man’s cock didn’t gross him out. On the contrary, it was appealing. Still, there were doubts. What would happen to him when he crossed the line? His inner voice told him to stop. “Don’t act any further!” But his urge couldn’t be eased anymore. And Jeff made clear that there wasn’t another option for him in the first place. He took hold of the back of his neck and pulled him to his crotch.
Josh felt Jeff’s hard member behind the shiny black leather. The smell of precum. There was no way he could withdraw. And Jeff wouldn’t let go of him. He was in charge. Josh had to obey him. In a strange way, it turned him on. Being helpless. Being dominated. Being subordinated to his mercy. He started to lick on Jeff’s crotch. The taste of leather and sweat. It drew off his conscience.
“Suck me off,” Jeff whispered.
This time Josh didn’t hesitate. He opened Jeff’s leather pants, took his hard dick on his hand and began to stroke it gently. It was hard. Circumcised. Close to perfection. Precum was leaking out of the slit, greasing Josh’s hand. Then he opened his mouth.
Jeff groaned. He was proud of his new lover’s development. Josh’s tongue was licking the head of his cock. Not bad for a first timer. But he was still miles away from becoming a professional cocksucker. All he needed was a teacher.
Again, Jeff grabbed Josh’s head. He forced him to put his cock into his virgin mouth. It slid in. One inch. Two inch. Three inch. Four inch… Jeff had to be careful. Someday he would be able to bury his whole cock in his throat. But not tonight. After all, Josh wasn’t used to it. He had to be patient. He had to train him well.
Jeff face fucked Josh gently, allowing him to get used to the taste. His precum mixed with his lover’s salvia. Josh was enjoying his treatment. With each moan that escaped from Jeff’s mouth his own sensation grew. Sucking another man’s cock wasn’t so bad after all. In fact, it was great!
Then Jeff pulled his cock out of his mouth. “Turn around,” he commanded.
Josh stood up and turned his back to him. Jeff put his arms around his chest and held him tight, rubbing his cock against his ass. Their bodies merged into one being. They were in perfect harmony. Josh laid his head on Jeff’s shoulders. He gave him a French kiss. Again he enjoyed some tongue play with his new friend. He hoped that the embrace would last forever.
“Lay yourself on the fuck bench,” Jeff whispered in his ear. He did what he was told. All doubts were gone. There was nothing that could hold him back. Not anymore. Josh trusted the man who would show him a new kind of love.
He did a great job to make his cock all greasy. That would make things easier. Still, Josh would be in pain. But it would subside. Jeff attached the cuffs to Josh’s wrists and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Then one of his fingers slid into Josh’s asshole, hitting his soft spot, relaxing his anal sphincter. "You are so tight,” Jeff remarked.
Josh took a deep breath. The next sensation he felt was burning pain as Jeff’s cock pressed against the tender, virgin flesh of his hole. He bit on his tongue. “It hurts, dude!”
"Just a bit,” Jeff panted. And then almost with an audible "pop" he was in.
Josh felt Jeff’s thick, long piece of man meat inside of him. That was the moment he knew that he was changed.
Jeff stood still until Josh embraced the new feeling. He began, slow at first, a steady, driving pounding movement of his cock pressing up against Josh’s insides. As he went along it hurt less and less and felt more and more exhilarating.
Josh felt Jeff’s big balls slapping against his butt cheeks as he repeatedly entered and withdrew. The sensation was more intense than he'd ever known and before he knew it he was on the brink of climax. Knowing that his lover would be cumming soon, Jeff began pumping harder. A moment later the two men exploded at once.
Josh felt a warm sensation of Jeff’s bursting forth inside of him. His tongue reached for his lips. Jeff responded to his lover’s demand for a French kiss. And then he collapsed on his back, filling him with his ‘man juice’.
“Don’t let go of me,” Josh begged. He didn’t want that feeling to end. Jeff’s way how he touched him. The warmth of his body. He wanted to stay close to him. “Please, hold me tight.”
Jeff embraced him with his strong arms. That was the life Josh truly wanted. He finally came to admit it. Nothing could stop him to go down the path that was now right ahead of him and explore he part of his personality he didn’t knew it was there. Tears were running down his cheeks. He never felt so much joy. It was so overwhelming. So satisfying. He almost lost it.
With that Josh’s life as a married man would came to an end.
In the meantime, Brent had finished his performance. He was exhausted. At the same time he felt incredibly released. It was better than any of the million orgasms he experienced. It was absolutely mind-blowing.
“You were amazing,” Cindy said.
Brent smiled. “I know, darling. I know.”
John the bartender approached to them and put two glasses on their table. “Two martinis on the house,” he said as he winked at Brent.
“Thanks. But I prefer COCk-tails.”
“I will keep it in mind. You were great, by the way. It was… wow. Everybody went crazy.”
“Yes, it’s a curse.”
“Well, if you still want to dance with somebody, just ask,” John remarked. “My shift will end soon. And then I am all yours.”
“Nice move, lover boy. But…” Brent put on a thoughtful face. “Well, I would love to be your dance partner. But there is one condition.”
“And that would be?”
“A friend of mine told me that you are wearing a very valuable ring. Show it to me.”
“What?”
“Show it to me and we have a deal.”
“Alright.” John nodded. “In the men’s room.”
“Right here, right now,” Brent said. “In front of me and my friend.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“You wanna dance or not?”
John gave some thoughts to Brent’s request. In the end, he told to himself, “Aw, what the heck.” He pulled down his zipper. And to Cindy’s disbelief he took something out she first thought was an elephant’s trunk.
“Oh my God,” she shouted.
Even Brent was speechless. “Oh…” His voice failed him. He couldn’t get his eyes off that thing that was swinging right in front of him.
Cindy turned away and covered her eyes with her right hand. “There goes my Christian upbringing.”
“Where is that coming from,” Brent asked in a high-pitched voice. “That’s… a monster dick!”
“Wait, when it grows.”
Brent was amazed at the sight. Compared to the other cocks he had seen that one could easily be mistaken for a murder weapon. Taking it up the ass would be dangerous. It could tear him apart. And deep throating was out of question. Should he take on the challenge?
“Can you please put… that thing away,” Cindy asked. However, she took another glimpse at John’s member. For a moment she thought of… No, she was still and would always be in love with her husband. Furthermore, John was gay. He was more interested in Brent, that lucky bastard.
“Oh, get over it, Cindy. It’s just a dick.” Brent had the nerve to take John’s monster with his bare hand. “It won’t bite. See?”
“Stop touching it. You don’t know where it… How can you even sit with that thing hanging between your legs?”
“Well, that’s easy. I…” But before John could explain Cindy interrupted him.
“Stop, I don’t want to know it.” Cindy’s cheeks turned red. She was embarrassed. But at the same time she had fun. And that was all thanks to Brent. Cindy had to admit it, without him she would still be hiding at home. Brent had set her free from her own prison and showed her that life never stop to surprise you.
Unfortunately, the fun time would soon find an end when Cindy got a call from the hospital. Some drunk crashed into a tourist bus. They needed her support since she was one of the few surgeons who were nearby.
“I’m sorry, Brent,” Cindy bid her farewells to him and walked towards the door.
Brent gave out a sigh. The night was finally over. He gazed around. And then he saw Josh in the crowd. Jeff held him tightly as he introduced him to his two lovers Rick and Piotr. The latter made a move on him by stroking his chin and telling him what a sexy guy he was. Rick joined the flirting. And before Josh knew it he found himself as the object of three men’s desires. They touched him, kissed him gently and dragged him deeper in the dark world of his own unchained fantasies.
John put his monster dick back in his pants and asked Brent, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” he said. “But I would love to have a COCK-tail, what about you?”
“I thought you never ask.”
Two hours later, Cindy treated her last patient for today. The accident didn’t turned out to be that serious as her colleague had told her on the cell phone. Everybody who was in the bus was only slightly injured. However, the one responsible for the accident didn’t survive the crash. It happened to be a man who was at the same age as Cindy’s husband.
When the last one of the accident victims was taken to his room it was time for her to pay the deceased a visit. Since Joe’s disappearance Cindy made it a habit to go down to the morgue. It happened once in a week. Every time she hoped to find some closure – that the one who just passed away and couldn’t be identified was Joe. On the other hand she was terribly afraid of the day that she would say, “Yes, that’s my husband.” Because then she would have to let him go.
How many times did her eyes see him lying on the table? And how many times was she mistaken?
“I knew you would come,” Sam said. He was the one in charge of the morgue. “Forty-seven years. 6’1”. Blue eyes. Brown hair.”
A perfect match. Would Cindy finally see her husband’s face again? If the unidentified man turned out to be Joe, she would plant a kiss on his lips. Her hand would run through his hair. And then she would tell him, “Welcome home.”
Cindy hesitated for a second. Please, God, let it be him, she begged while the memories of the happy years she spent with Joe flashed through her mind. Nothing could take them away from her. She would carry them in her heart to the day of their reunion. The love they shared. The days that were meant to last forever. The moments they spent together locked in eternal embrace.
Sam showed Cindy the corpse. She was ready to bow to the inevitable. But once again her prayers weren’t answers. The man who was lying on the table was not Joe.
Cindy excused herself and rushed outside. She covered her face with her hands. Tears were running down her cheeks. Why, why, why, she asked. Why did it happen to her? She knew that she would never go on with her life as long as there was still a light of hope. She would wait until the day her beloved husband would return home, as long as she didn’t see his dead body with her own eyes
Pull yourself together, she said to herself. Stop crying. Save your tears for later.
Suddenly Cindy’s cell phone rang. She got a call from Brent. He was hysterical. Something terrible just happened. His new fuck buddy John had been hospitalized. Cindy headed to the treatment room. Brent had been ordered to wait outside.
“Oh, Cindy, you’re finally here,” he stammered. “Oh, it’s so terrible.”
“What exactly happened?”
“I don’t know. It happened so fast. I heard him scream. And I was in total shock.”
“Alright, Brent, stay here,” Cindy said and went into the treatment room. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes… Ten minutes later she returned with a pale face. “Oh my God,” was all she could say.
“How is he?”
“Well, it isn’t really that bad. He will make a full recovery.”
“That’s great,” Brent shouted. “But what was the cause? All I know is that he screamed. And then I screamed. And before I knew it I was here at the hospital.”
“He suffered a trauma while you were… doing it.”
“Yes, he tried to fuck me with his monster dick.”
“You’re insane?”
“I was curious if I could handle him.”
Cindy shook her head in disbelief. “Whatever you two did, John ended up with a penile fracture.”
“Oh God… Erm… What’s that,” Brent asked. “Is it something contagious?”
“No. A penile fracture is an injury caused by the rupture of the tunica albuginea.”
Brent made a confused face. “In English please?”
“You know what happens when you bend a stick too far?”
“Yes?”
“You did the same to John.”
Brent shook his head. “Still not getting it.”
“Okay, in simple English. You broke his penis,” Cindy whispered.
“I did what?”
“You broke his penis.”
“Huh?”
“For God’s sake, you broke his big fat MONSTER DICK!”
Brent put on a grin. “Gotcha!”
Cindy couldn’t believe that he set her up. On the other hand it was just like him. Brent started to sing the ‘Dick, Dick, Cock Hymn’. “Cock, cock! Dick, dick, cock! Cock, cock, cock, cock! Dick, dick, dick!” And Cindy couldn’t help but laugh. It was the first time Brent heard such a hearty laugh from his best friend. Finally. Brent couldn’t be happier to see Cindy starting to live her life. But she wasn’t the only one who would slowly break out from her shell.
In the next morning when the first sunshine touched his face Josh opened his eyes to find himself between his three new friends. They were all naked and exhausted by the hours they spent together to help him explore his true self.
Behind his back he could feel Piotr’s cock pressing against his ass. After he fucked his brain out the handsome Russian promised to train him becoming a power bottom. Last night was just the beginning.
On the other side he saw Rick’s sleeping face. Thanks to him he knew how to deep throat. It would take a lot of practice but Josh was eager to master it.
His body was covered in sweat, salvia and cum. Josh liked the feeling. He was full of energy. Moreover, he had a new body perception as he finally came to realize that he really was attractive. Since his first time with Jeff he had become a new man with a lot of self-confidence.
The light of the sun blended his eyes. In his mind Josh saw images of the future.
2 hours from now: Josh calls his wife and tells her that he won’t come home as he is no longer the man she once loved. However, he promises to be a good father for their children. That was something he doesn’t want to change. Even if they will start to hate him, he will love them for the rest of his life.
5 hours from now: Josh regrets his choice of leaving his family as his wife tries to call him over and over again.
10 hours from now: Josh comes home and apologizes to his wife for being such a fool.
Two weeks from now: Josh has a huge fight with his wife. She admits that she doesn’t trust him anymore. Not only has he changed his appearance but also his personality isn’t the same as it used to be. He has turned into a narcissist. And she knows that he is checking out men. Josh promises to see a doctor.
Two months from now: Josh gives in to his urge to visit the Babylon. He meets Jeff and they have passionate sex in the dark room. In the next morning he confesses to his wife that he can’t help himself to fall in love with a man. He leaves their apartment the same day.
Six months from now: Josh and Jeff are in an open relationship. Furthermore he makes a living as a stripper at Babylon and as a male escort for men exclusively.
One year from now: Josh participates in IML. He gets into the top three. However, he loses to Brent who has a grudge against him since he left his wife and children. Right after the competition he gets an offer to become a porn actor. Two weeks later he makes his debut in a fetish porn movie.
Three years from now: Josh wins a Grabby Award as Best Bottom of the year. To this day he has done ten porn movies. His wife files for divorce. She gets full custody for their three children and moves to her parents in a small town in Texas.
Six years from now: Josh splits up with Jeff and starts a relationship with Rick. They marry the same year.
Nineteen years from now: Josh eldest and gay son dies from a sexual transmitted disease two days before Dr. Trishelle Miller announces that she has found a cure. When Dr. Trishelle Miller gives a public speech Josh bursts to the stage and attacks her. He asks Dr. Trishelle Miller in front of the audience why she couldn’t save his son as he was fighting for his life. He is put in jail but is bailed out by Dr. Trishelle Miller. During the time at his son’s deathbed Josh, his ex-wife and his surviving children reconcile.
Thirty years from now: Josh supports the first gay contender for President of the United States. During a speech several bomb explodes. Josh and Rick are among the casualties. He leaves his belongings to his ex-wife, children and grandchildren. Hidden in his bedside locker his daughter finds an album with photographs from the time before her mother moved her and her two brothers to another town. In a letter her deceased father writes: “If you are reading the following lines, it must mean that I am no longer alive. All I have to say to my beloved ones: I was living life to the fullest. But I had the best time of my life when I was with my children. And I wish for them to be happy as I was.”
Back to the present, Rick put his arm around Josh’s chest and pulled him over to his body. It was warm. Josh could hear his heartbeat. It was beating in a slow rhythm. On his face he had a peaceful smile. Josh stroked Rick’s hairy cheeks. And before he knew it, they shared a kiss, unaware of their future.
Interlude
Marcus took out his gay porn magazine and leaned back in his chair behind the cash desk. All of the sudden the door opened. A new customer? No, it was just Madame Oh.
What a surprise, he thought as she headed to his direction. He stood up. His eye color turned from green to crystal blue. “How can I help you?”
“You bastard,” Madame Oh shouted furiously. “It was you, wasn’t it?!”
Marcus laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you dare play innocent with me,” Madame Oh hissed. She banged her fist on the cash desk. “You did it to him, didn’t you?!”
Marcus shook his head. “Still not getting it.”
In a fit of anger Madame Oh threw the cash desk through the room with just one hand. Her eyes were glowing. “Stop lying to me! You know what I’m talking about! You changed this poor man into a gay sex maniac!”
“I did not,” Marcus protested. “All I did was giving him the courage to be true to himself.”
“You ruined his life! Moreover, you ruined the lives of his wife and three children!”
“Oh, come on. You did the same to this Joe Miller. And don’t forget the other victims of your old barbershop?”
“I’m repenting for my sins now!”
“Repenting?! Don’t make me laugh. Compared to you I am nothing but a prankster. Just let me play a little more.”
Madame Oh pushed him against the wall and put her foot between his legs. “Don’t make me do things I don’t want to do, big boy!”
“I would love to see that.”
“We both know that I have more powers than you do”, Madame Oh whispered. “Don’t ever get in my way.”
“Alright. But tell me, why are you so attached to Brent Charles and Cindy Miller? Are they special?”
“That’s none of your business,” Madame Oh said. “If you ever lay a finger on them I will break my promise and turn you into the ugliest thing on earth!”
“At least I get my own body and don’t have to rely on possessing someone anymore.”
“Watch out what you wish for.” And with those words she rushed outside, ignoring Marcus who laughed behind her back.
Madame Oh formerly known as the barber who was responsible for Joe’s involuntary transformation had her reasons to help Cindy and her family. To be precise, there was someone’s fate she wanted to change. She didn’t know if she would be successful. But she would use all her powers. And no sinister beast that was howling nearby could stop her.
Madame Oh went to her beauty salon and calmed down. Then a new customer paid her a visit. It turned out to be Nicole Miller.
“You’re Madame Oh.”
“Yes, how can I help you?”
“My mum is Cindy Miller.”
“Oh, yes. How is she?”
“She is fine. To be honest, she is doing great. You’ve done an amazing job with her hair,” Nicole said. “And I’m desperately in need for a new hairstyle.”
“Then have a seat, my dear.”
Madame Oh tried to smile. But she couldn’t because she knew what would happen to Nicole eleven years from now, if she failed to change the future. She had to do it.
Continued in Embracing True Colors