Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2016 23:40:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: You Don't Know Jack

This story is a collaboration between jhtravus and Bill Drake. Rather than
break it up into parts we just decided to post it all at once. We hope you
guys enjoy it!

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			    You Don't Know Jack


I sat across from my best buddy Drew and just about spat out my drink.

"You what?" I asked him incredulously, setting my beer down, getting ready
for what was sure to be a great story. I didn't get to see Drew as much
these days but every time we met up it was like old times. I just didn't
expect this to come out of the big guy's mouth.

"What do you want me to say, Nick?" He replied, blushing and taking a sip
of his beer. "I got fucked this weekend. And it was unbelievable, man."

I couldn't believe this. Drew and I had been best buds for 25 years
now... we were from the same godforsaken Georgia small town and while I'd
stuck around and followed my Daddy's footsteps and joined the highway
patrol, Drew had gone up north for college and then his MBA. He had only a
hint of that Georgia lilt in his deep masculine voice now, but a couple of
years ago moved back to suburban Atlanta for a well-paying corporate exec
job. A couple times a month we met up for some guy time.

There had always been this tension between us, best friends who had fooled
around in our teen years. And there was still a flirty vibe between
us. Hell, even as Drew was confessing he'd lost his cherry, the knees of
his long legs were bumping up against mine under the table. But it was just
that, a little flirting, cause once we both discovered fucking, about the
same time at 19, we were hooked. We each became committed tops, enjoying
the chase and the revolving door of men in our bachelor lives, even as we
entered our middle age. I just couldn't picture my big stud, straight
acting, ex football player buddy Drew giving it up after all these years.

"So what, are you finally going to put out for me now, Drew?" I laughed,
pushing him on the shoulder playfully. "You know it would finally shut up
everyone who said we'd end up together."

"You wish, Nick." He smirked, setting his beer down. "Trust me, I had
absolutely no intention of giving it up that night. But-" He struggled as
he fumbled with the napkin under his beer as he tried to find the right
words to say. "The guy's good."

As he gave me an impish man-to-man stare, I tried to think of what guy
could get this 6'5" strapping executive bachelor to bottom. I had the
muscles and the whole cop thing going for me, and did a better job keeping
in perfect shape, but Drew Lawton was if anything getting better with age:
well-groomed but masculine, salt and pepper hair on the sides, just the
right dimples around his smile, steel blue eyes that contrasted with his
dark brown hair. Dude had smoother moves than I did, too. "Uh huh. . ." I
pressed, giving him a skeptical look. "What, did he give you a couple of
wine coolers and tell you you were pretty or some shit like that?"

"Oh fuck off, Nick." He burst out laughing, balling up a piece of his
napkin and throwing it at me.

I laughed, too. I was enjoying teasing him. "Then come on, buddy. Tell me
about it. Tell me how this guy put on the moves to get Mr. Hot Shot CEO to
just bend over for him."

"CFO you fucker," he growled, flashing me a quick smile as he sipped his
beer.

"Just teasing, bud," I said more seriously, trying to make my buddy feel
less self-conscious. Drew and I tease each other all the time but it's not
like I wanted to be a dick to him or anything. "But seriously, what trick
did this guy have? Inquiring minds want to know."

"Oh, you think since I put out once after 20 years you'll get me to give it
up for you too, huh buddy?" I couldn't tell if he was kidding me or not,
maybe it was both.

He opened up his wallet to get the check. We'd meet up a couple times a
month for a few beers, him up in Athens, or me in or near Atlanta, and it
was his turn to get the check. Sure, we'd talk about work or some bullshit
at first but it always ended up leading to bragging about a good lay we had
over the weekend. Drew and I were horndogs alright. And hey, if we manage
to find the time, him after the office, me after my shift, to keep in shape
and looking good I say more power to us for still being able to turn heads
by eligible bachelors wanting to take us for a ride. Drew and I may be a
little older than your average single guys looking for action but we had no
shortage of younger guys wanting to roll around with us.

"Come on, Drew. I'm serious. Tell me about him." I encouraged him,
genuinely.

Drew looked at me like he was worried I was going to laugh at him but when
he saw I wouldn't he eased up a little. "I don't know, man." He started to
say. "This guy, Jack. That's his name. He just. . . I don't know how he
does it. I just-" He struggled with the right words to say. "I remember
after I brought him back to my place and thinking how I'd bagged another
one for the record books. Seriously, this guy is a stud. But the dude is so
charming and confident . . ."

"Yeah?" I egged him on.

"After just 3 minutes talking with him in my apartment I just realized I
was going to get fucked that night." He paused again, gauging my reaction.

"Just like that?" I implored him, trying to understand where my buddy was
coming from.

"Yeah, just like that, Nick. I knew I was getting fucked and to tell you
the truth, it really fucking turned me on."

"I don't know, man. . ." I started to say, not completely satisfied with
his explanation.

"You don't know Jack." He said simply, taking a sip from his beer.

"Fuck Jack." I shot out dismissively, finishing up my beer, maybe even
pounding it on the table. Drew gave me a look, and yeah, I suppose I can
act like a cop sometimes, even if I'm into dudes. "There's no way I'd give
it up for that guy. I don't care if he's smoother than James fucking Bond."

Drew shrugged his shoulders, flippantly at my reaction.

"What the hell does that mean?" I laughed.

"It's just. . . You don't know Jack." He repeated as if it was suddenly
supposed to become clear.

I was about to challenge him and again ask him what the fuck he meant by
that but then I realized he was absentmindedly playing with his cock from
the outside of his pants. I don't even think the fucker realized he was
doing it.

"Jesus, Drew, you're getting hard right now just thinking about him, aren't
you?" I asked him.

He immediately came back to reality and blushed a little, grabbing his beer
again.

"I bet if this Jack guy came through those doors right there you'd let him
fuck you again, no questions asked, wouldn't you?" I asked my buddy,
amazed.

He hesitated for a second before leaning in and meeting my gaze. "In a
heartbeat." He grinned, enjoying how he was throwing me off our normal
top-to-top conversation session.

"Alright." I said, leaning back. "I'm interested now. I want to meet this
guy. See how this cocky son of a bitch operates."

"Oh come on, Nick, I'm not going to give you his number." Drew said, waving
me off.

"What's the big deal? I just want to meet the guy." I pressed.

"You expect me to believe you want this guy's number so that he can fuck
you?" Drew asked, dismissively.

"Of course not. But you know I like a challenge. I want to fuck him." I
said simply.

"Nick. . ." Drew sighed.

"What? You don't think I can get this 'Jack' guy to let me fuck him?" I ask
him, using air quotes around his name and rolling my eyes.

"I don't know why you're putting quotes around his name. His name is Jack."
Drew laughed at my alpha male need to prove myself. "And no. I don't think
you will get him to let you fuck him."

At that moment the waitress came around and before Drew could hand her his
credit card I stopped him and ordered another round, much to my buddy's
chagrin.

"Okay man, you've gotta give me "Jack-ass's" number now." I grinned,
feeling like my pride was now on the line.

"Fuck off." He laughed, crossing his arms, loving how ridiculous I was
acting.

"What's the big deal, man?" I asked. "What is he your employee or
something?"

The smirk on Drew's face was immediately wiped clean.

"Shit, he's not really your employee is he?" I asked cautiously.

"No, of course he's not my employee." He began. "He's. . . Ah fuck it, what
he hell. He's 24 years-old."

For the second time so far this evening I almost spit out my drink.

"No fucking way." I grinned, loving this.

"Come on, Nick-" He started.

"No fucking way, man." I laughed again. Drew took an extra long chug from
his beer. "You invited some dumb 24 year-old punk to your apartment and
gave it up for him?"

Drew blushed again. "I have no regrets, man." He shrugged. "I'd let him
fuck me again if he wanted to."

"This Jack guy is that good?" I questioned him, staring him down.

"He's that good." Drew nodded.

I said nothing for a few seconds. "So what's it going to take for me to get
this guy's number?" I asked him, persistent.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you Nick?" He asked, meeting my
gaze.

"Damn straight," I said. Then I looked down at the table. Drew's phone was
lying right next to his beer. My buddy's gaze followed mine and in a second
processed what I was thinking, but he was too late. Already my beefy mitt
landed on the phone and slid into my lap.

I pulled up the recent calls. "Big Dick Jack?" I almost guffawed. "You've
been calling the fucker up trying to score a repeat session, haven't you?"
I pressed the name to get the number.

Drew blushed. "Fuck, Nick...."

I felt bad for invading his privacy like that, but I was one determined
top. I copied the number into my phone and slid his phone back across the
table.

"You happy?" my friend said petulantly.

"Yeah. I'll be happier next week when I'm telling you about banging
'Jack's' 24 year old bubble butt."

"Twenty bucks says it's not gonna happen."

"Twenty? Hot Shot's one big spender, huh? Make it fifty and you're on."

"OK. Seeing the great Nick Callahan get turned down for once is going to be
fun. This round's on you though. For being an asshole with the phone just
now." He slid the check over to me.

"It's a deal, buddy." I grinned, reaching for my wallet. "It wouldn't be
the first time I've had to buy a guy a few drinks in order to score some
ass."

                                                            -

I was nervous as the phone rang and even more nervous when the other end
answered. "Yeah?"

I don't know what voice I expected Big Dick Jack to have but this wasn't
it. He sounded like a jock, but a young jock, a high school one even. His
voice was inflected with a typical frat-dude laid back demeanor. This was
the kid who copped my buddy Drew's cherry?

"Um, yeah, is this Jack?"

"Yep. Who's this?"

"I'm Nick. My buddy Drew gave me your number."

I could hear him thinking on the other end. "Drew. . . ."

"Drew Lawton, corporate exec type, lives in Atlanta," I prodded his memory.

"Oh yeah Drew," Jack replied with a casualness that had my blood
boiling. It's one thing for this little snot to turn my stud-top friend
into a hungry bottom, but the fact that he didn't seem to realize how
fucking privileged he was pissed me off. "You his boyfriend or something?"

"No, we're just friends. He, well. . ." For Christ sake, why was I
yammering like a high school girl wanting a boy to ask her on a date?
". . . He mentioned to me you live in Athens, too. Said we might hit it
off. ." I tried to be noncommittal, not wanting Jack to get the idea I was
gonna bitch out for him. Though now hearing his young voice, I was starting
to wonder if my anxiety there was misplaced.

"He did, now?" Like me, the kid had a real Georgia accent, on him it seemed
cute.

"Yeah. It's not as easy to meet guys here as in the city."

Jack laughed. "You can say that again." I could feel some tension leave my
shoulders. OK, he was just a kid, but he was a normal guy, too, I figured.

"No pressure," I added. "Maybe grab a drink and see if we hit it off."

"Um, yeah, OK," Jack said. "You an older dude, like Drew?"

"Same age," I said. "That a problem?"

"Not at all, Big Guy. I like older men," he said into the phone. "They're
kind of my thing, actually."

I could feel the power dynamic shift my way, and I spread my thighs. I was
sitting in my cruiser over lunch break and wished I had pants on less form
fitting than my uniform. My cock was feeling pretty constrained. Time to
pull out the ammunition. "You into cops?"

Some guys got nervous when you brought that up. Not Jack. He sounded
excited. "You shitting me? A real cop?"

"Well, a state trooper, but yeah," I replied proudly. I unzipped and
reached in for my dick. Maybe time for a quick stroke after I got off the
phone.

"Wow. When's good for you, Big Guy?"

I wasn't sure how I felt having a nickname when we hadn't met, but I
responded that Friday evening would be great. I decided to take a
chance. "No pressure, Jack, but maybe you want to come over my place then?"

"And just see if we hit it off?" he said, an incredulous mocking definitely
in his tone as he repeated my earlier words to me. "Sure, Big Guy."

I blushed, realizing how brazen I'd been just to invite some kid I'd never
met over for sex. Fuck, 24 years old, I thought, might as well enjoy these
young bucks while I still got it. "Seven sound good?"

"Make it 8. I always put in a long workout Friday after class."

We agreed and said goodbye. I sent Drew a taunting text. "Got a date this
Friday. Operation Fuck Jack is in place buddy."

                                                            -

I was all cocky after that call, knowing I had my booty call lined up for
the weekend. The young guy would probably be one of those romantic types
who wanted to sleep over, maybe even stay the whole weekend. Fine with me,
it had been a long time since I'd had a good lay and some quality time with
another man. I may fuck hard but I'm a good guy. I liked having a
connection with the guys I fuck, even if it's just a one night stand.

But as Friday rolled around I was starting to worry. What if Jack thought
HE was the one coming over to fuck me? I realize I'd never clarified things
in our conversation. And maybe I made it seem like I wanted what Jack gave
Drew.

I shook my head. Whatever, I thought as I pulled the cruiser into my
driveway. I'd said it was just to grab a beer and meet, no strings, no
obligations. And there's no way this frat guy thinks he's gonna tap my big
muscle-cop ass. That's just not how this works.

I thought about changing into something casual but figured, fuck it, leave
my uniform on. Give the kid a real rush as I hump his form.

At eight the doorbell rang. I realized as I went to open the door that my
buddy never even told me what Jack looked like. I had no idea what I was
getting myself into. When I opened the door, I had the surprise of my
life. Jack was the hottest guy I'd ever seen in my life, no other way to
put it really. Light brown hair in a typical medium-short fratty cut,
pearly white smile, sparkling eyes, tall strapping jock build. "Trooper
Callahan?" he asked with a smile, "I'm Jack," holding out a bouquet of
flowers.

I took the flowers, confused as I showed him in. "What are these for?"

He had on a UGA sweatshirt, a ball cap, and a pair of thin gym
shorts. "It's what you bring when you go on a date, right?"

The impertinent fuck! "It's not a date," I replied.

"Yeah? Oh well, consider it a hostess gift." And with that he stepped up to
me and planted his mouth on mine. Possessive, controlling, as he kissed me
and slid his tongue inside. It was like a move I would make, only the
tables were turned on me. Got to admit though, this young guy could kiss
all right. I practically melted into the liplock he laid on me until I
regained my senses and stepped back.

Jack could read the emotions on my face and had a big honking smile cause
he knew how much he was getting into my head. He didn't press the moment,
though, but stepped back. "Where are my manners, sir? Nice place you got."
He gave a quick look around but his eyes were mostly on me.

"Thanks," I said. "Want a drink?"

"Sure, whadya you got?"

"Beer and bourbon. That's it, I'm afraid."

"A good ol Georgia boy, huh?" he grinned.

"Something like that."

"Bourbon sounds good. I'm a Georgia boy too." He followed me into the
kitchen.

My first sips went down too fast but the burn felt good and I realized I
needed a little liquid fortification to get my mojo back. Jack wasn't
helping though, the way he was practically raping me with his eyes. I was
used to guys' attention when I was in uniform, but this felt
different. Maybe it was the way my eyes were drawn down to his crotch. I
kept thinking about what Drew had entered in on his phone. Big Dick
Jack. Those flimsy shorts weren't doing much to hide this guy's endowment
now. Fuck, the kid had even gone commando and I could see his junk flopping
as he shifted his stance. It wasn't hard but already it was big. Real
big. I gulped and took another sip.

"Easy there, Big Guy," Jack said. "I'm not gonna bite. Promise."

What the. . .? And before I knew it, this young man was taking the drink
out of my hand and setting on the counter before stepping up against me and
kissing me. His arms wrapped around me this time and I let myself return
the gesture, feeling his taut, perfect bod underneath the sweatshirt. And
the club cock of his firming up against my uniform, now poking into me.

He had game, I'll give him that. The way his hand came up my neck and
cradled the back of my head, holding my face steady as his tongue french
kissed me once more, both loving and sexual. I moaned. Yeah, I moaned like
a fucking bottom bitch, but damn it felt so good. I could hear my buddy
Drew's words from the other night: "After just 3 minutes talking with him
in my apartment I just realized I was going to get fucked that night," he'd
said. I thought what it would be to have Jack fuck me and my whole 5'11"
body shivered. Shook in his strong embrace as we made out. And the more I
thought about it, the more I got turned on. It was crazy, but I was
thinking I wanted Jack to fuck me. Just like he did Drew.

"Maybe we can take this back to the bedroom?" Jack murmured in my ear,
drilling his tongue into it. Damn, that felt good.

"Yeah. But, listen, bud. I just want to be clear. I don't bottom, just
top. OK?"

He pulled back and looked at me, as if he was expecting that. I thought he
was going to agree, only he shook his head. "Nope. I top." He looked me up
and down, clearly liking what he saw. "Damn, I've always wanted to fuck a
cop."

I pushed back, out of his grip. He might be a fit jock, but I had more
muscle and more strength than him. "Fuck that. Go find another cop. I'm not
putting out for you, and that's that."

He gave me a sideways glance as if he were trying to tell if I was
serious. And I was, until I caught a climpse of his crotch. His dick was
fully erect now and was pushing down the elastic band, the hardon was so
big and heavy. I'd invited a friggin' porn star into my home. That dick was
real long, maybe ten inches, but the kicker was how big it was around. Club
cock was not an exaggeration. No way was I getting fucked by that.

"I'm serious, bud," I said. "We can hang out and chat, but you're not
fucking me."

He shook his head like he couldn't believe me, but stepped back. "Look,
you're probably a cool guy. But I just came here to get my rocks off. So
I'm gonna split."

I was mad, but realized I had no right to be. This was just a
no-obligations drink, after all, and Jack was just acting like I would in
his situation. Like I had done before, actually. "Okay, sorry," I shrugged.

"No need. I'm not pissed off, just horny," he said, reaching down to adjust
his erection. If anything it looked bigger and more obscene now. I don't
know how Jack walked with it, to be honest.

I walked him to the door and he stopped and turned around. "At least admit
this was a date," he said, getting a bit of that confident smile back. And
again, he leaned over and kissed me. I didn't know they made guys this
young with this much game.

"All right," I laughed as we broke. "It was a date."

"Cool." He gave me a gentle frattish punch to the shoulder. "Give me a call
if you change your mind."

I didn't answer, not knowing what to say. I was just glad when I finally
closed the door and could hear Jack start his car to leave.

I got a text an hour later. Drew. "You fuck him, bud?"

"Nope."

"You owe me $50."

"I got the whole weekend," I typed back, knowing I had a good chance of
losing my bet. My evening with Jack didn't go as planned.

                                                            -

I was pissed off, more at myself for letting Jack get the upper hand. Yeah,
he was real hot, and I could only imagine how big his dick would be if he'd
pulled off those shorts of his. But I'd fucked big-dicked guys before,
they'd made some of the most eager bottoms actually.

Well, I wasn't gonna wallow in my doubts. Particularly as I was feeling
blue balls coming on. Jack had worked up my libido something awful, and I
wanted to fuck. I changed into something casual, jeans and a black T shirt
and a light jacket. There was a sports bar in town, not a gay bar, but had
a mixed clientele. Life in a small town, sometimes I envied Drew having the
run off all those Midtown bars, but I had a surprising amount luck there
when the online connections weren't coming through for me.

Turns out it was particularly packed this Friday night. College kids, older
guys, and everything in between too. Enough women to give the men some
cover but not so many to kill the distinct masculine vibe going on. I
sidled up to the bar and ordered a bourbon. Might as well stick with what I
started the evening with. Besides, Jack was right: I was a regular Georgia
boy at heart.

The booze was starting to kick in, giving a nice, subtle buzz, and my mood
was picking up big time. Especially seeing all the fraternity and
ex-fraternity meat packed into the place. A few athletes, too, with the
girlfriends, though I thought I caught a few roving eyeballs from a
couple. The old Nick Callahan was returning back, and I had the feeling I
was gonna get laid tonight after all.

Till I saw him. Across the bar, talking to an older, beefy dad looking
guy. Jack of course. Looking like a million bucks, damnit. Beefy Dad was a
couple years older than me, wearing a tight T-shirt and some jeans. He was
rugged looking but attractive with a full head of silver-gray hair that
contrasted with a face that I'd guess was late 40s, 50 tops. Beneath the
bulk he definitely was packing a lot of muscle, as much as me I'd
guess. Jack was doing more than chatting, he was slyly running his hand
along Beefy Daddy's back, and the man would readjust his stance every now
again. I could tell he was getting harder and harder in reaction to the
kid's talented hands.

Jack looked up and saw me. I expected a sheepish look but he kind of gave a
shrug and returned his attention to Beefy Daddy, till the man held up his
empty and gestured he was going to get another round. I turned away. Plenty
more fish in the sea.

I was starting to hone in on a hot lacrosse-looking dude, when I felt my
phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text. Jack. "Don't be
jealous. Coach is married already ;)"

I looked up and saw him staring across the bar at me grinning. It was a
cocky smile, but endearing too. There was something good natured about
Jack. Still, I had to reply. "You have to bring him flowers too?"

He looked down and read the message and laughed. Typed back. "Nah, we got
an arrangement."

"You have a lot of 'arrangements'?" I wasn't as fast a texter as he was.

He shook his head, like he couldn't believe me. I realized I sounded more
jealous than I intended to be. Jake typed again. "I just feel bad you
didn't get to see the goods tonight."

My hands trembled now. How could this guy do it? Always knock me off
balance in the most effortless way? I bit my lip nervously as I
replied. "Goods?"

"Isn't that why your friend gave you my number?" Before I could reply, he
sent another text. "Meet me in the men's room in 10 mins."

I didn't agree, but put away my phone. I wasn't sure what game this stud
was playing. Particularly when Beefy Coach came back with a couple of
drinks and they resumed their conversation and their close body contact.

I tried not to watch, I tried to put my attention somewhere else. But my
gaze kept traveling back. I wanted to watch this kid in action, to see what
made him so successful. About the fifth time I looked back, he was
gone. Beefy Coach was standing there alone.

I set down my near-empty beer. Planning to walk out of the bar. Call it a
night. Cut my losses. I walked halfway across the room, but instead I
turned toward the bathrooms. I was a stud patrolman. If I wanted to take a
leak before I left it's not like I was gonna let some punk kid intimidate
me.

Jack was pissing at a urinal, and there was one free next to him. I stood
up to it, unzipping. It took me a second to realize that Jack wasn't
urinating. He was just standing there expecting me to look. I took a look
around to see if the coast was clear than I leaned over and took a gander
at Jake's cock.

Fuck, it was massive. Big, thick, veiny. He may have talked like a high
school jock, but he had a man's cock on him, all right. Almost as if he
were flexing it for me, the prick jerked up and down, too heavy to do much
other than flop obscenely, as pearly sap dripped from the head.

Jake leaned over to my ear and whispered. "Coach thinks he's the one
responsible for this, but it's really your beefy cop ass, Big Guy." He
winked and stepped back, stuffing his prick into a jock strap and pulling
his shorts back up. Even covered up he was massive. He gave me a quick pat
on the ass which made my face burn with embarrassment. Fortunately no one
was around. I stood still as Jack left the restroom.

I had to give myself a minute for my hard-on to go down. I was in over my
head, but I consoled myself with the fact that Jack was hooking up with
Beefy Coach. Nothing was going to happen between us tonight and instead of
being frustrated that gave me a bit of relief.

My phone buzzed again as I stepped out. That fucker Jack was just playing
with me now. Only it was Drew. "Having a fun Friday buddy? Just unloaded in
this." Attached was a picture of a perfect pair of smooth sculpted bubble
buns. The crack was frothed up with Drew's jizz.

"All right rub it in." I replied.

"Couldn't help it. Hope you find some good tail buddy. Nice consolation
prize fuck."

Jack was busy with his consolation prize when I returned. As hot as Beefy
Dude was, he wasn't in my league, and I took some satisfaction in the fact
I'd turned the cocky 24 year old down.

But I figured one more text message wouldn't hurt. I sent Jack a one-word
message. "Nice."

Jack checked his phone, even as he was talking to this Coach guy. "Don't
worry Big Guy, there's enough Jack for two ;)"

He then leaned down and whispered in Beefy Dad's ear and the man
nodded. The two took one last sip of their beer and walked out of the bar.

My heart pounded. I wasn't sure what I even wanted. I didn't want to bottom
for this guy, but fuck, I felt hooked, you know? And it was like Jack knew
and was just reeling me in, slowly. Another text buzzed.

"Could be you I'm going home with, Big Guy." I know he said Coach was
married and apparently they had a fuckbuddy kind of arrangement, but it
almost felt this young fratty guy was the cheating adulterer here. It gave
me a chill to think of myself as the other man in this three-way situation.

                                                            -

I got home and had to jerk off. The night had been one long cocktease, and
I wanted to get off bad. I knew it was too late to find someone, and to be
honest I wasn't sure anyone other than Jack would have done at that
moment. I stepped into my dark living room, kicked off my shoes, peeled off
my T-shirt and shucked my jeans. I leaned back on my sofa and started
stroking. Nice, gentle, strokes, feeling the rigidity of my bone working in
and out of my foreskin. I was entering the zone, when I heard a ding.

Another image text on my phone. A dick nestled between two hairy butt
cheeks. I thought it was Drew teasing me again, only I realized the cock
was huge. I pulled up the phone and looked closely at Jack's dick. It was a
work of art. Horny, powerful, pure male. I allowed myself, for the first
time in my life to think, imagine what it would be like to have this huge
dick penetrate me, enter me, fill me. Fuck me.

Almost uncontrollably, my cock shot out. Thick jets of cum spraying my
hairy chest, and all the way up to my neck and face. My balls kept pumping,
spraying myself like crazy.

When I finally came to I got up the energy to stand and walk to the
bathroom to clean up. As I looked into the mirror at my cum-streaked face,
my five o'clock shadow really coming in now, I ran the water. "Callahan,
you're a mess," I said to my reflection.

                                                            -

I woke up the next morning and I realized my cock was rock hard against my
side. The first thing I thought about was Jack. That cocky kid and that
stunt he pulled at the bar. I couldn't stand the fact the little fucker was
getting in my head. Okay, maybe he was a not so little fucker. In fact he
was a huge fucker. That cock of his was so fucking big it made me weak in
the knees just thinking about it. What the fuck are you doing, Callahan?
Dreaming about some cocky kid's big dick? This isn't you. You're a
top. You're a stud patrolman.

I ran my hand along my muscled torso. Hairy, beefy build, getting more of
that "dad" look, but at 43, I still had it. I'm the lucky son of a bitch
some guy is dreaming about the second he wakes up with a rock hard cock
like this.

I dreaded looking at my phone but I knew it was coming. What was it going
to be this time? A picture of Beefy Dad laying on his side, cum running out
of his used hole and a content, satisfied smile planted on his face? Hell,
it wouldn't surprise me if Jack was cocky enough to even whip out his phone
while he was breeding the poor sucker and take a video just to let me see
what I'm missing out on.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and took a deep breath before
looking at my notifications.

Nothing.

That can't be right. I took a second to pull up Jack's
name. Again. Nothing. A wave of emotions flooded through me. Was I angry?
Was I jealous? Come on, Callahan, pull yourself together.

I couldn't help but picture Beefy Dad waking up in Jack's bed. It wouldn't
surprise me if the kid still had a twin bed or lived in the dorms. Hell,
the kid may still even live with his parents.

Or maybe it was just a quick fuck, maybe two, and then Beefy Dad was on his
way back home to the family. I hated that I was spending my time even
thinking about this shit.

I pictured Jack laying in bed, satisfied. Probably a smug look on his
face. Part of me was still angry about the way things went last night, but
I still didn't like the way we left things. I know I shouldn't have cared
one way or the other; the kid still got laid last night. But I felt like I
still had to say something.

So what do I write this guy? I don't want to sound nosy or needy. Or
interested. Because I wasn't. So why the fuck was I writing him in the
first place?

After going around in circles in my head for way longer than I probably
should have, I just sent something simple.

"Long night?"

Rather than sit there like some chick wondering if I could have said
something more tactful I decided to forget about it and grab a quick
shower. There was still some dried cum clinging to the hairs on my chest
from last night. Fuck, I hadn't shot that hard in years. And to think it
was because I was picturing that cocky kid in my head. I didn't like what
Jack was bringing out of me. I just needed to play it cool and just forget
about him. It's not like anything was ever going to happen between us
anyway.

I turned on the shower and right as I was going to step in I heard my phone
ding from my bedroom. Before I even thought about it I was hoofing it over
to my phone.

"Not really. Coach was only good for a round or two before he had to make
it home to the wife and kids."

Cocky little fucker. I shook my head, thinking about what I should respond,
if anything at all. Before I could decide on anything my phone buzzed
again.

"Surprised to hear from you, Big Guy. You thinking about me?"

I rolled my eyes, as I started tapping out a response. "Just didn't like
the way we ended things. Just wanted to say no hard feelings."

Shit, that sounded a little too dramatic. Fuck. I started typing again
frantically.

He beat me to it before I could backtrack a bit. "Dude only thing hard is
my dick ;)"

I didn't know if he was teasing me, mocking me, baiting me, or what the
fuck he was doing. I decided not to reply.

I set the phone back down on my bedside table and went back to get in the
shower. This morning I spent some extra time under the hot steamy spray. It
felt great and I found my morning wood asserting itself. I should just go
online, fire up one of those chat-profile sites and find some booty for my
day off. Simple.

As I ran soap along my legs and up to my buttocks, I pried between my buns
and felt it. My ass pucker. Unviolated, virgin, drum tight. I teased the
rosebud with my finger and thought about what a guy like Jack thought of
it. I pushed in, not outright penetrating, but lodging my finger tip inside
the tightness. My dick bounced a little. "What the fuck," I growled aloud,
hearing my deep voice echo off the shower tile. I added my soap to my
finger pressed in a little more.

There, not too bad. I wouldn't call it pleasant but I was curious at what
the sensation would be. I dug around a little with my finger tip, working
the hole and feeling unfamiliar sensations coursing through my body.

All right, enough play, I thought as I pulled my finger back out and
finished my shower.

I dried off, got dressed and padded down to the kitchen to make something
for my growling stomach. I thought of going for a bike ride or getting out
for some exercise. It was my day off the gym, but felt I could use some
fresh air.

Only I picked up my phone again. I had half expected Jack to send another
cheeky message, but once more there was nothing. Before I could convince
myself it was a bad idea, I typed out one to him.

"If you want to hang out again sometime, let me know. No sex, just as
buds."

I knew it was lame and unconvincing. I figured Jack would call me out on
it, only he sent a prosaic reply. "Florida vs Georgia this afternoon. Come
over if u like."

I sat there for a minute trying to think of what that meant. I decided
there was no hidden meaning in it and maybe the kid was actually just
inviting me over to watch the game. "I'll see," I wrote back,
noncommittally. "Got a few errands today."

"OK whatever."

Fucker. My errands could wait till tomorrow, but I figured I should go
ahead and do them. I wasn't lying to Jack, was I? I grabbed my keys and a
ball cap and headed out the door.

A half hour later, I wasn't halfway down the lighting aisle of the Home
Depot before I pulled out my phone. "Getting my errands done. Still up for
company?"

Jack didn't reply, at least for a while. I was pulling up to a stop light
on my way home when I got his message. "Yeah, sure. Game's coming on soon."

Right then my phone buzzed again and it was his address.

"I'll bring beer." I responded.

I waited for at least some sort of acknowledgement from him at my
acceptance of his invitation but he didn't write back. Whatever. I was
already going to be watching the game anyway before he brought it up. It
may be nice to have some company.

                                                            -

"Hey Troop," Jack said when he opened his door. Great, he had a fucking
nickname for me. I growled in disapproval, but that just made him laugh.

God, he looked good, I'll grant him that. The young dude had clearly just
rolled out of bed and slipped on some Georgia gym shorts and a ball cap to
hide his bed hair, but somehow he looked like a million bucks. Smooth,
lithe torso with just the right amount of chest muscle to complement the
six-pack abs. His arms rippled like they'd just had a pump from a long
workout. He had a smaller build than me, but every inch was defined
perfection.

He plopped down on the sofa, and I took a spot next to him. "It's just
started but Florida's already scored, damnit," he said.

"Gonna be a long afternoon, huh?" I commiserated. The Bulldogs weren't
having the best season.

"The beer will help," he winked. "Thanks for bringing it." I pulled out a
couple cans and offered him one.

As we watched the game I relaxed. I don't know what the hell had been going
through my head, but this was just what I'd suggested - a platonic,
no-nonsense day of two guys hanging out. Watching football. I had no reason
to be anxious.

Until the second quarter. I don't know when I first noticed it, but down at
his crotch, Jack was starting to throw hard. Those shorts would look
obscene clinging to any growing young boner, but with Jack's monster it was
off the charts filthy. His giant erection pulsed and lengthened, and I
tried not to look, I really did. But Jack's attention seemed to be on the
game, and I couldn't resist peaking, sneaking a look down. A couple of
times, even, as his fat long stake became bigger, harder.

I blushed as I looked up and realized that Jack had caught me looking. I
expected him to say something cheeky but instead he just looked me in the
eye and with a slow deliberate move pushed his shorts down. Past his
mammoth cock, past his furry ball sac, past his thighs, then all the way
off.

His look was reassuring and encouraging as much as it was commanding. Jack
gave a subtle nod downward. Toward his erection. Was it a question? A
command?

What the fuck, I decided. I was sitting next to a prize-winning cock, and I
wanted a closer look. I got up off the sofa and scooted down on the floor,
between his legs. I could almost feel the heat radiating off that monster
as I leaned in. The smell was musky, still redolent of sex and sperm. I
wondered how many times a cock like this had gotten Beefy Dad off the night
before. The kid carried himself with an arrogance that let you know he knew
how to use it. I didn't doubt that for one second.

I hesitated to lean in further or to make contact, but Jack made that
decision for me. Pushing down on the base, he angled his hard cock down
like a level, whapping its heaviness against my forehead. I jumped a
little, startled, which made Jack laugh. "C'mon, Troop, be a sport."

I looked up, ready to reply in an angry tirade. I mean I didn't have to put
up with his shit. He was lucky to have me over here. Only there was
something about him, that smirk, the ruddy cheeks, the smoldering look in
his hazel eyes. He was just a horny kid, just like I was a horny guy. No
harm, no foul.

Holding my gaze in his, he held his body steady as he pushed down again on
his cock. Slowly this time it lowered toward me and now that I had leaned
back, it was angled more toward my mouth. I was impressed he could bend the
rigid stick to that angle, and indeed he let it up a little and ran his
hand to the back of my neck, guiding me, almost pulling me up.

I let him. I let his dripping cockhead press against my lips, too. I looked
submissive as hell, I'm sure, but this wasn't the first time I'd shown
appreciation to a fuckbud orally. Didn't make me a bottom.

His prick slid into me, slowly, giving me time to accommodate him as he
stretched me out. I knew there was no way I could swallow all of his fat
hog and he didn't seem to be rushing or pressuring me. I didn't doubt the
kid had met a few guys who could probably take him all the way down, hell
they probably got off on throating a huge cock like this, but I wasn't one
of them and I think Jack liked that. Still, he was steady in the way he
sunk inch after inch into me. Then would pull out, letting the fat head
plop out as I sucked in air and gave big licks to his piss slit. Then Jack
would get that knowing grin and push it back in.

It was a challenge all right, even taking only half of that cock. But in a
way I was relieved. Dude was not gonna try to fuck me or make the moves on
me like that. I'd get him off with my mouth. It'd been a while since I'd
tasted a young dude's cum. It'd be awesome as a change of pace.

When he put his hands on the top of my head, I thought, well here it
comes. Jack's gonna go for his nut, maybe fuck my face a little. I brought
my hands up in case I needed to control the thrusts, block the penetration
a little.

But instead of pushing me onto his cock, he used his grip to pull me back.

My face must have been awash in conflicting emotions. Surprise, horniness,
shame, hunger. He went into reassuring mode. "Not yet, Troop. I wanna have
some more fun first." He stood up and the low angle made his prick seem
even larger, if possible. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

I looked up at him staring down at me from my submissive position, his huge
cock leaving a sloppy trail of my spit along my cheek as it waved
menacingly back and forth over my face.

"I don't know, Jack. . ." I said apprehensively as he towered over me. I
know how this goes. You set your eyes on a guy you want to fuck and if he's
playing hard to get you start things slow on the couch and then suggest you
move things to the bedroom. I'd used that line more times than I could
count and I always managed to convince the guy to give it up before the
evening was over.

"Come on, Troop. You're a big strong guy. You're not gonna let anything
happen in there you don't want to happen." He said, rubbing my neck
smoothly.

Man the kid had game. Sweet talking me and pointing out how strong I was to
lure me in there with him. If I was this good when I was his age I would
have been getting laid every night. Hell, maybe Jack was getting laid every
night.

"Alright Jack, but don't press your luck." I replied, standing up.

"Atta boy, Big Guy." He said, pointing down the hall.

His big dick was swinging away as we walked. When we got to his room the
shades were down and there were clothes haphazardly thrown all over the
floor. He hadn't even bothered to make his bed since his night with Beefy
Dad.

He smoothly moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest and
started kissing along my neck, working my pecs over through my T-shirt.

He gently turned me around and thrust his tongue into my mouth as he laid
us down on his bed. I couldn't help but moan audibly as we made out while
he ran his hand up and down my back.

"See, Troop? Just buds." He smirked, breaking away for a second before he
was right back on me again.

"Shut up, kid." I smirked back, thrusting my tongue in his mouth.

I felt something hard brush against my ass and I realized he had gotten me
in a position where his cock was right against my ass, only protected by
the thin confines of my shorts. The guy was good, alright.

Without saying anything I leaned up as we continued to make out and
maneuvered him so that he was now underneath me.

"You're a good kisser, Big Guy." Jack muttered. "I gotta say, seeing you in
the uniform was a big turn on yesterday, but I wanna see what you're
working with, patrolman."

"Mmmhmm." I nodded, now kneeling over his chest and staring down at him.

I peeled off my shirt as he watched and threw it on the floor.

"Damn, Troop." Jack said, looking me over. He reached out to cop a feel of
my chest.

I enjoyed being ogled at by this 24 year old kid as I knelt on top of
him. He reached his hands out and grabbed my ass, running his hands over my
shorts.

"Easy, Jack. . ." I cautioned him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them
above his head. I knew I had to set boundaries and I wanted to steer him
away from my ass. I didn't like the way he grabbed it so possessively.

He looked disappointed for a second but that went away when I leaned down
and started making out with him again. My grip on his wrists waned as we
made out and again I felt his hands cupping my ass, feeling me up.

"Jack. . ." I said sternly again as I pushed his hands off my ass again and
went back to making out.

This time he managed to behave for a while. God damn this kid was a good
kisser. When I was his age I was like a cow with a salt lick. I was just so
grateful to be getting laid I didn't have the patience to take my time like
Jack was doing with me now. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing back
then. But Jack was making out with me just like I wanted it. Conservative
enough to where he wasn't sloppy but urgent enough to let me know he wanted
me. I moaned audibly in his mouth and I realized his hands had made their
way back to my ass again. I thought about taking his hands off me again but
I figured what the hell. He can feel me up if he wanted to. It didn't mean
I was going to let him have my ass.

Just as I was starting to feel comfortable with my control of the
situation, with me kneeling across his chest and making out with him from
on top, I felt Jack smoothly, but noticeably, turning us over.

Before I knew it I was on my back and he was on top of me now. His lips
never broke away from mine and before I had time to process the transfer of
power I was distracted by his tongue again.

He was definitely taking it slow but I knew what the fucker was after. Sure
enough, his hands were on my ass again.

"Feeling good, Big Guy?" He asked, breaking away for a second.

"Mmmhmm." I answered.

He went back to kissing me again but his hand was on my zipper and he
slowly started to pull it down.

I broke away but he massaged my back to calm me down.

"Easy, Big Guy. I'm just getting you out of these, that's all."

I nodded and let him slowly pull my shorts down.

"Nice." He mumbled as my rock hard cock slapped against my stomach. I knew
I had a big dick but part of me was bothered by the fact a 24 year old had
me beat. And it wasn't close. I'm used to being the bigger guy.

He started to slowly jack his hand up and down on my dick as he leaned in
to kiss me some more.

"Mmmm." I moaned into him.

"You like that, Troop?"

"It's fucking fantastic." I replied, leaning back as he continued to stroke
me.

He then did something that surprised me. He slowly shuffled down my body
until my fired up prickhead was right at his lips. Without any pretense
whatsoever Jack took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me off.

"Oh fuck, Jack." I moaned, surprised at his willingness to suck cock.

He kept his gaze on me as he managed to swallow me up to the hilt. The kid
was good at sucking cock, that's for sure. The alpha patrolman came out in
me and I reached out my hand to the top of his head and shoved him down
even harder on my cock. To my surprise, he didn't resist.

"That's it, kid. Suck that patrolman cock." I commanded him, relishing the
sensation of having my dick being serviced by such a stud.

After a particularly deep swallow of my cock he pulled away from it with a
deep breath and started tonguing around my balls. Fuck, this guy was good.

"Uh huh." I nodded, pressing down on his head once more as he took one of
my balls into his mouth. "That's it, Jack. Lick those bad boys."

The feeling of this guy so expertly working my cock over with his mouth as
incredible. I leaned my head back with a satisfying exhale of breath and
enjoyed the experience. Jack continued servicing my balls with his talented
tongue until I felt him smoothly start to lick lower and lower. His tongue
was on my taint now and while I was definitely aware of his movements I
wasn't going to make him stop just yet.

It was when I felt his tongue at my hole that I had to sit up again. Just
like that he was back on my cock again. He looked up at me with a
determined look on his face as he took my cock down his throat in one
motion. Fuck, I couldn't help but lay my head back down on the pillow as he
continued to work me over.

Sure enough the reach of his tongue started getting lower and lower
again. His tongue was subtly licking around my asshole gently. I was about
to sit back up again and make him stop but again, I felt like what the
hell, it felt good. Why make him stop? This wasn't the first rimjob I've
ever had and if it were up to me, I'd be getting a lot more of them in my
life. I knew Jack was pushing his luck. I just had to keep a firm hold on
the situation.

After about half a minute more of his subtle, light dancing around my hole
with his tongue Jack figured I was going to let him keep going. So he got
more bold.

Sensing my uneasiness with him paying such close attention to my hole he
reached his hand out and patted my chest affectionately. "Just enjoy
yourself, Big Guy." He said right before he started tonguing in my hole
slowly.

Aw fuck, I'd forgotten how good it feels to get your ass licked. And a guy
young enough to be my long lost son was eating my ass like he'd been doing
it for years. Fuck this guy was good.

An audible, almost feminine moan escaped my lips as the length of his
tongue snaked its way up my virgin hole. He was reaching territory no one
else ever had. And I was wrapped around his finger the whole time.

So much so that my reactions were slow and my defenses down as Jack quickly
crawled up onto my body. His kisses were running along the sensitive spot
of my neck. But that wasn't the half of it. Somehow Jack had managed to
lube up his giant dick while he was rimming me and with a dexterous move,
he had targeted my spit-slick and relaxed hole and was now penetrating
me. That dick was extra greased and super slick. Urgently but slowly
pushing in.

He was about an inch and a half in me before my brain snapped to
awareness. Instantly my body seized and my hole clenched tight as a vice,
blocking any more entry. "Fuck!" I growled. "You fucker."

Jack gave a soft shh-ing sound and kissed me on the mouth. Gently his hands
caressed my hairy chest, reassuring and sexual at the same time. "Come on
Troop, I just want to tease the tip in. Give me a taste of what I'm
missing. Be a sport."

Did I believe him? No, of course, not. But it was reassuring nonetheless,
and maybe I could let this young dude get his jollies for a minute. I had
about 40 pounds of muscle on this kid. I could throw him off me any time I
wanted to. And I think he knew it, too. Hell, knowing how virgin I was, the
tightness of my ring might be half enough to get him off. And, well, it did
feel good being the center of his attention, as he rubbed my nude body and
made out with me. After an evening and morning of blue balls, it felt
welcome. There was one thing that didn't quite sit right with me. The way
he was looking into my eyes. Like he had claimed me. Like he had me. Like
he had won. It was the same look I gave those sorry fuckers every time I
managed to get them to put out for me. And now I was getting that look
right back. I felt so vulnerable to this kid. He was calling the shots
right now, as much as I liked to think I did. He was the one who was slowly
working the first few inches of his big cock inside of me at his slow
pace. I hated not being the one in control. So why the fuck was my goddamn
cock so fucking hard right now? I wanted to reach out and start stroking it
but I didn't want this kid to think I was into it.

We did that for like ten minutes. I was about to push Jack off me, to tell
him enough was enough, but he leaned over and grabbed a small brown
vial. He unscrewed the lid of the poppers and put them up to my nose. I
shook my head. "No, stud," I grunted, holding my breath.

Jack gave an impatient grunt, and with an equally impatient scowl he
brought the vial up to his own nose and sucked in the vapors. "Aw yeah," he
moaned and Christ, I could feel that monster cock come to life, dancing and
surging against my pucker like a beached fish. If it hand't been nestled
tight inside my ring, I'm sure that dick would have been jerking all over
the place.

"Come on, Troop," he said, softly, hornily as he placed the vial again at
my nose.

I did it. Sniffed in the chemical fumes. I didn't know what to expect
exactly, but it wasn't a head fuck kind of high. At least not
mostly. Instead I felt flush and hot and sexual.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I thought that was me swearing, but instead it was
Jack as his cock sank into me in one steady push. The poppers had relaxed
me big time and made me want Jack's battering ram inside me. But now that
Jack was buried in me, my hole started to clench and ache again. Maybe with
a smaller size I wouldn't feel so invaded but Jack's cock was just too
goddamn big. The tightness made Jack bite his lip, as if he were holding
off his ejaculation. He took a deep breath then picked up the vial
again. "Here," he offered. "This will help."

I breathed in once more, and Jack was right. All the discomfort turned to
pure pleasure. The feeling of Jack on top of me, his breath on my face, his
prick stuffed in me, and now the feel of that giant dick fucking me. Deep,
hard thrusts, and I was taking it. Gladly, eagerly. Me, a big buff cop
practically yelling to Jack, "Fuck me!" My loud deep voice reverberating
off the bedroom walls as I got my virginity pounded out of me.

It was exquisite.

Jack gave us each one more dose of poppers and we were off to the
races. Hell, that 24-year-old dicked me harder than I'd ever fucked a
guy. And I was taking it, alright. Three, four minutes of raw, intense
screwing. My dick was so hard and so ready to shoot, I didn't think it
could get better. But it did.

"I got your cherry," Jack growled. "That what you wanted Troop? You're old
enough to be my dad and you're spreading your cop thighs for my big fucking
cock."

"God, yeah," I replied, now bucking my ass up greedily to his thrusting
hips. I not only was taking that mega phallus, but in my state was actually
craving more. I knew that from this moment on even if I decided to brush
this all under the rug and remain the top I had been for over 20 years this
cocky kid would always be the guy who got my cherry. It couldn't be
undone. I'd never get it back. I'd held on to it for over 40 years and this
kid had gotten me to give it up in no time. God, it was getting me
hot. "Fuck me off."

Jack started entering his orgasm, with loud heavy grunts and even harder
shoves of that battering ram into me. The very thought he was coming inside
me, tripped my wires, too. There, pinned beneath some young kid, in that
musky unmade bed, I had my first anal orgasm, firing sperm all over my
chest. He was making me cum like a fucking chick.

Our hearts raced overtime as we lay there, still coupled, still embracing,
and kissing deeply.

"Damn, Troop," he moaned, almost affectionately, "you were awesome."

I felt a little concerned now that I was getting back to my senses. I'd
given up my virginity to some guy I barely knew. And with a cock that big,
I was concerned I may have damaged my inner workings somehow.

But when Jack pulled out that truncheon of a dick and his spermload
trickled out, I felt an emptiness in me I knew I'd want filled again. Maybe
not soon, but eventually.

I shook the cramps out of my legs and got out of bed. I found my clothes
and put them back on.

"Feel free to use the shower," Jack said, pulling back on his Georgia
shorts.

I stammered a little. "I should probably get going, actually." I was
starting to feel guilty, embarrassed, and uncomfortable.

I thought Jack would beg me to stay longer, but he shrugged his
shoulders. "OK, whatever you like."

We walked awkwardly to the door. We had one last kiss and it almost had me
reconsidering leaving. "Damn," I shook my head. "I can't believe I just let
a 24 year old fuck me."

"24?" Jack said. "I'm 21. Still in college."

I tried to comprehend. "But Drew told me you're 24."

He laughed. "Guys like you will tell themselves anything when they're
losing their cherry. Trust me. I've had plenty of them."

His cocky attitude pissed me off. Jack could read it in my face.

"Aw man, just admit you had fun. That's what it's about, right?"

He was right but it still made me mad. "I gotta go. Call you later?"

"Yeah, man. Sure."

                                                            -

Next Saturday, I pulled up to Drew's house in the Atlanta suburbs. He'd
sent me a text to come on out to his back porch and as I walked around, he
got up and grabbed a brew for me from his cooler. "Hiya Nick." He was
dressed in a casual polo shirt and shorts and was barbecuing some meat on
the grill.

"Hey Drew." I pulled out my wallet and fished out $100. "I came to pay off
on our bet."

Drew grinned and accepted the bills. He paused. "I thought our bet was for
fifty."

I plopped down in one of the deck chairs. "It was. But I felt I owed you
double. Jack got my cherry."

Drew's face broke into a surprised grin. "No shit?"

"Fraid so," I shrugged. "Master Top Callahan got taken down a notch."

"Pretty awesome isn't he?"

I took a sip of beer. "Understatement of the year, but yeah, he's
awesome. Why didn't you tell me he's hung like a horse?"

"You didn't ask," he winked. "Besides, I didn't think things would get that
far with you guys."

"They did. Fuck, Drew, they should put that kid's mojo in a bottle and
market it."

He grinned knowingly in agreement, then got a serious look on his
face. "You seeing him again, Nick?"

I winced a little. "I'd love to, but dude won't return my calls."

"Welcome to my world. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss it. You
know?."

"Getting fucked," I completed the sentence he was unable to.

"Yeah, buddy. Getting fucked." He pulled the hundred bucks back out of his
pocket and slapped it on the table next to me. "Wanna double down our bet?"

I raised my eyebrow. "Whaddya mean?"

"One hundred says you're gonna bottom again before me." He had a
mischievous spark in his eye.

I stood up and stepped closer to Drew. All this time, the one thing that
had kept something from developing between us, our exclusive topdom, was
gone. "You're on," I muttered, looking him straight in the eye.

And leaning forward, his lips met mine and our tongues danced in our first
kiss. Crossing lines we never thought we'd cross.

THE END

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