I woke up in my back seat.

Gray's dad was stroking my hair as I laid on his lap. I looked up, my head feeling a little foggy.

"Hey," he said looking down smiling, "How you feeling?"

I slowly sat up, my head ached a little from my fuck hangover, but not as bad as normal. I grabbed one of the bottled waters I leave in back and downed it in one go. "Good, what time is it?"

"Almost five, I felt bad about leaving you last time so I stayed."

"Thanks," I said looking around, no one but us were here, "We should go though, the cops check this area in the morning."

"You hungry?"

I nodded.

"Ok, meet me at the Denny's on Palm, your clothes are in the passenger's seat."

He got out as I started to change. I headed over to the Denny's he mentioned, he was already inside by the time I walked in. I sat down in the booth as the waitress asked me if I wanted some coffee.

"Um, Coke?"

She nodded and handed me a menu.

He put his down and stirred his coffee as I skimmed the food. When she came back we ordered, I waited until she was gone before looking at him, "So, this is different."

He gave me a small smile, "Are you mad at me for leaving you last week?"

"A little, I mean…things got weird."

"Like?"

I gave him a tame version of the cops and he looked shocked, "Archie I am so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"It's ok, it was just…weird."

"Because you liked it?"

I sipped my Coke, not trusting myself to answer.

"Yeah, I can see where that would be confusing. Did you want keep talking about what we were discussing last night?"

"Yeah, so this whole school is what? Gay?"

He shook his head, "You have to divorce yourself of that nonsense. Again, gay is a lifestyle, what I am talking about is sex between two men. It's different."

"How?"

He got quiet for a moment, "It's hard to explain because you have your entire life of belief to overcome. I was taught differently. For me it's not a gay or straight thing, it's more of worthy thing. When I decide to fuck someone, it is not just for my pleasure but for theirs. There are people I just don't want to give pleasure to. In my mind they aren't worthy of my gift."

"And what makes them worthy or not?"

"To me? Physical perfection. God gifts only certain people with genetic gifts, the way I was raised, that's a sign."

"A sign of what?"

He just smiled, "You aren't here to discuss my faith, you have questions about your sexuality."

I nodded, "I'm just messed up about it."

"Because you like it but don't think you're gay?"

"I'm not gay," I said sternly.

"Ok, but you enjoy anal sex."

"That's my spot," I clarified, "It's a condition."

He cocked his head, "What kind of condition?"

I explained about my spot and how it affects me, he took it all in but before he could respond the waitress brought our food to us. We tabled the conversation as we ate, I was starving and these pancakes were fucking good. Once we had scarfed ourselves he got a refill of coffee and leaned back in the booth.

"Ok, so that makes a little sense, but let me ask you. When we had sex at my house, in my bed, it was different right?"

I nodded, "Completely, I have no idea why but it was intense."

He nodded, "And last night, the first time with just me, before the other guys, same thing?"

"Yeah," I said, realizing he knew something, "And it tingled."

He finished stirring his coffee, "Yeah that's the topical anesthetic."

I just stared at him, not understanding.

He saw my confusion, "The school I told you about, they found that a guy's first time could be traumatizing from the pain, so they came up with a lube that numbs the nerves in your ass."

"That didn't happen with Gray."

He took a sip and nodded, "Yeah we use the same brand, which comes from the school, but his is normal, mine is the special blend."

I sat there and thought about it for awhile. After awhile I asked, "So what does that have to do with anything?"

He leaned forward, "You've been blaming your condition for all of this, and that might have been true at first. But that day in my bed and last night, your ass was numbed by the gel, which would have numbed your spot as well, and you loved it. In fact I would say you liked it with the lube more than you did with your condition. So let me say it again, you are confused about your sexuality because you don't think of yourself as gay but love anal sex. Correct?"

It wasn't my spot? That was why it was more intense? My mind flashed back to riding him in his bed, and I could because the memory of it wasn't hazy from being fuckdrunk. That alone should have been a hint, I could recall every single moment of it.

And I remember loving every fucking second of it.

He must have saw it on my face because he smiled at me and said, "Let that sink in for a moment, don't run from it. You liked it. A lot."

My mind fought it, my thoughts rebelled against it, but the memory was so vivid, so strong…fuck just thinking about it had me hard again. I could deny it all day but the truth was in my hard cock, straining at my jeans.

"I'm not gay," I said to him after awhile, but there wasn't the vehemence I had earlier.

He shrugged, "Then don't be, but stop denying what you like. All it's doing is making you miserable."

I hated that he was right, I crunched the ice at the bottom of my glass, as I tried to find something to argue against.

"I need to get home Archie, I can tell you want to talk more about this, let's make another date Monday afternoon. I'll take some time off and you can come over and we can talk some more, ok?"

I was emotional as hell, I felt like crying but I didn't know why. All I could do was nod.

He reached over and patted my hand, "It's gonna be ok, trust me."

I nodded again and he left some money on the table and left.

I liked it without my spot?

I wandered around the house all Sunday, my thoughts a million miles away.

Everything I thought I knew about what was going on was shattered, when this started I had convinced myself this was all because of my condition. The kid had used it to entice me and form then on it had been just a series of dominos. At least that was what I had believed.

But I couldn't deny that the times when we had used the lube, it was a completely different experience. I hadn't just been more present, but I had really, really liked it. The memory was crystal clear instead of the muddy, dreamlike recollections I had when my spot took me over.

I sat down on my bed and felt like crying, was I gay? I didn't want to be like this…fuck.

Monday I went to school and then faked being sick and the nurse told me I could go home. This way I could still show up for practice after and not get in trouble for skipping school. I headed over to Gray's house, I saw his dad's car in the driveway. He opened the door as I walked up the path, "Hey you made it, come on in."

I went in, my feelings were all over the place. I sat down and he asked if I wanted a Coke.

"I'm good," I told him and he sat across from me.

"So, I assume you've been thinking on it?"

I nodded, "I just don't know anything any more."

"Ok, so let's go over the basics. You don't identify as gay…"

I shook my head quickly.

"But you obviously enjoy anal sex."

I slowly nodded.

"Ok so how does that make you feel?"

I looked at him like he was crazy, "I feel like shit!"

"Why?"

Was he just stupid?

"Because I'm not gay! I don't want to get fucked!"

"But you do, what you don't like is the implications."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is having anal sex doesn't make you gay. But to the general public, it does."

"How does it not make you gay?" I was getting emotional, "It's taking dick up your ass?"

He sighed, "Because you're looking at the modern definition of homosexuality. There was a time when it was seen in a completely different way."

"Different how?"

He got up and sat next to me, "There was a time when men my age, would take a younger man under their tutelage, and teach them the ways of life."

"Like a job?"

He leaned in close, "Yes, as well as other things."

His lips moved next to mine and I felt myself kissing him back.

"They were taught how to be men, how to be hold themselves in public, everything…" he kissed me again, "Even how to have sex."

I was kissing him back automatically, again just his presence did something to me, flicked a switch inside of me…I couldn't resist it.

He nibbled on my neck, "It wasn't looked at as homosexuality. Most of the boys grew to men, started a family, and took a young man under their wing as well. It wasn't deviant behavior, it was just something men did."

I raised my chin, giving him access to my throat, letting him do whatever he wanted.

"You have to get this gay, straight garbage out of your head. You enjoy something…let yourself enjoy it."

He pulled my jacket off of me and I felt myself wanting this more and more. He laid me back on the couch and we started to make out. All the worries I had walked in here were fading under my lust of him on top of me. What was it about this man that drove me nuts? I could feel his cock press against my leg and I knew a this moment, I didn't give a fuck about being seen gay.

He took a second to admire my body, "My god boy," he said, rubbing his hands over my pecs, "You should really look into Eden for college, you'd be perfect."

I so didn't care about college right now.

He kissed for another few minutes and then he look me in the eyes, "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes sir," I answered instantly.

He sat up and just sat there, "Then make a choice."

I looked at him confused.

"I'll fuck you right here, normally. Or we go to my room, and use the lube again, and I fuck you not your spot."

A million thoughts ran around my head, so many voices screaming at me to do it and to run. I could feel so much riding on this choice, we both knew it, this wasn't just about right now. He was asking me to make a choice about me.

There were a thousands reasons not to, to just let my spot take me and get it over with. But I thought about how it felt…and I realized it's not much a choice at all.

"I'd like the lube sir."

He smiled and held his hand out, "Come on."

I take it, and follow him down the hall.

He stopped once we were inside and faced me, "Undress me."

I reached for the buttons on his shirt and started to undo them, slowly his chest was revealed, and once again I was struck by how in shape he is. The only thing preventing him from having the same body as me was time. And even then, he was a stud. From what I saw what he looked like when he was my age, he would have definitely been the Top Dawg at our school hands down.

I pulled the shirt off of him and undid his belt, I could see his bulge sliding down the leg of his slacks. God if Gray got as big as his dad when he got older…

I felt my cock twitch again.

I opened his slacks and lowered them, his briefs were straining to keep that monster in check. He stepped out of his pants and I placed them aside. I slipped off his socks and then looked up at him, hungrily.

"Ask me," he said, sternly, but not cruelly.

"Sir, may I please see it?"

He nodded and I reached up and slowly peeled his briefs down, holding my breath until his dick slipped past the waistband and it swung upwards, slapping his stomach with a sound that made my entire body hum. I wanted it, bad, but instead I looked up at him again and waited.

"Good boy," he said with a warm smile, "Do you wish to worship it?"

"Yes sir," I answered honestly.

"You may begin," he said and I instantly started.

With my hands by my side I leaned in and licked up the length of it, I could feel the thick vein of it on my tongue and I felt my cock start to throb. I covered the huge head with my mouth and just the way it made my jaw ached turned me on. His hand ran through my hair as I sucked him, it wasn't demanding, it was more like he was encouraging me on a job well done.

The desire to please him was insane, I couldn't describe it, but I wanted, no needed to make him happy. It was turning me on to turn him on, creating a feedback loop of lust that was driving me insane. What started as licking had evolved to slathering which had progressed to me just foaming at the mouth to get as much of that cock into my mouth as I could. I was gagging, my eyes were watering, but I kept trying until I felt him hit the back of my throat, and even then there was more than half of it still untouched.

I had to back off to get my breath back, but I was already missing that dick.

"Good effort, but you didn't come here to give me a blow job."

I looked up at him and he was holding his hand out, "Are you ready to be used?"

I nodded as I stood up, he tugged at the bottom of my t shirt and peeled it off of me. He undid the first button of my jeans and I leaned in and kissed him. He pulled apart my button fly and pulled back from the kiss.

"Is that for me?" he asked, looking down at my crotch.

I was wearing a white jock, the cotton pouch barely containing my hard cock. I nodded, feeling my face grow red a little.

He took a step back, "Show me."

I kicked my sneakers off and stepped out of my jeans. I stood there and flexed, I tightened my abs so my full eight pack was shown, I flexed my thighs, the result of hours and hours in the gym were evident in every line of my muscle. I raised my arms over my head, pushing my lats out as I showed off for my daddy, my cock throbbing in my jock.

"My god Archie…" he said, his hand slowing stroking his cock, it was amazing to see his huge hands barely covered a third of that monster. I could see a drop of precum forming on the tip and my mouth actually watered as I watched.

"I am going to fuck the shit out of you," he declared locking his eyes with mine, "I am going to bounce that perfect fucking body on my cock until every drop of cum in those balls are overflowing. I am going to shove every single inch of myself into your ass, and make you beg for more. You exist, for me to destroy, you understand that?"

I could hear my voice tremble as I answered, "Y-es sir."

"On the bed, face down, ass up, spread your cheeks apart."

I scrambled up on the bed and did as he had ordered. My face was pressed down into the bedspread as I grabbed one muscular cheek of my ass with each hand. I couldn't see shit, but I felt the bed move as he got on it and I could feel the anticipation making me even hornier.

Something touched my hole and it took me a second to identify it as his tongue. He licked around my tiny little hole, sending shiver up my spine. Slowly he pressed the tip against my muscle and pushed forward, the feeling of him penetrating me, inch by inch made me actually groan out loud. His tongue felt as long as his cock as he filled me with his warmth.

God this felt amazing! I get why guys don't like having their ass played with because it looks gay, but those guys have no idea how fucking amazing this feels. He began to tongue fuck me, pushing in and out of me, loosening me more every time.

He puled my legs wider apart and went back in, now able to shove another half inch in me. I was screaming into the bed now it felt so good. I could feel my cock bounce against my abs as he worked me over, pulling whimper after whimper out of me, one inch at a time.

Once he had me dizzy he pulled back and grabbed the lube. I heard him squirt some out and two fingers were shoved into me hard, making me gasp.

"Do you know what you do to me boy?" he asked, his thick fingers stretching my hole without mercy, "You're such a slut, you're so hungry for this you make me hungry for it. You're body, your ass, you were never simply a boy Archie, you are a work of art. A miracle made flesh so that men could fuck you, use your body, worship the perfection which is you."

A third finger was added and I could feel the tingle start to burn.

"You should be fucked regularly, you should be taken care of like a stud animal, pampered, protected, and then whored out to whoever has a need. Your hole should be a national treasure Archie, one that men from all around will come to see…and enjoy."

I was pushing back on his fingers already, desperate to be fucked, desperate to be filled. Fuck this was so much more intense than when I was fuckdrunk. When my spot was flaring I felt drunk, almost out of body, but this…god I wanted him to mount me right now. It went beyond my ego or my sexuality, it went beyond what anyone would say or think. I wanted to serve this man with all my soul, and at this very moment, would do anything to fulfill that desire.

He pulled his fingers out and I knew we were close.

"Turn over, lay flat on your back," he commanded.

I laid back, seeing myself in the mirror above again. I was already covered in sweat and every line on my body popped. God look at myself, I looked so alpha, like I was just an animal. I was the guy that guys wanted to look like, who they automatically deferred to. I was a stud and there was no denying it. But as he climbed between my legs I knew, I was none of those things right now, not even a little. I was only one thing in his bed.

A fucking slut.

I felt his cock press at my hole and I could feel two emotions rush through my brain at the same time. One was fear, there was a flash of my ego that I was straight and I didn't want to be fucked! It was an echo of the person I used to be and it strong for a brief moment. It was quickly overwhelmed by another feeling, one that came from deep within me.

Hunger.

As I felt him slowly enter me I shuddered, as my entire body readied itself. My ass relaxed, my legs spread, and my cock was rock hard. If I could have pushed back and did it myself I would have, instead all I could do is force myself to whine like a needy puppy for attention and wait for him to enter me. As inch after inch filled me my want for it only grew. I should have noticed last time that the lube was numbing my ass, because a cock like that being shoved in my hole should have been molten pain.

But instead all I could feel was full. My ass felt like it was being held down with a hand over its mouth as it was slowly raped by a superior cock. It wanted to scream but it couldn't, it wanted to fight it, but instead it could only lie there and be fucked. Five inches and I felt full, seven inches and I felt stuffed, nine inches and I felt like I was going to explode.

All ten inches and something snapped in my mind as I threw my head back and groaned.

"Fuck! You're in me…" I cried out, the exhilaration in my voice making it sound like I was a kid learning to ride a bike for the first time without training wheels. It felt so right, so good, so perfect that I wondered why I didn't feel like this all the time.

"You feel me Archie? You feel me in you?" he asked, holding his cock still.

I nodded, "Yes sir…oh god sir…"

"You love that cock don't you? How badly do you want to worship it?"

"Please sir…please…need you in me so bad…fuck…"

He leaned down and I could feel it shift in me, making me whimper as said, "Then get to it slut, worship it."

I arched my back and pushed back onto him, then then slowly moved, sliding part of it out of me. I could only fuck myself on two or three inches this way, but the entire shaft shoving my ass walls apart made me squeal with pleasure, but it wasn't enough. Again I could hear the neediness in my voice as I cried, "More sir, please…"

"Show me how much you want this," he ordered.

I was pushing as hard as I could, tiny whimpers of frustration as I struggled to fuck myself harder on his cock. I tried to use my legs but it just wasn't the same. I was growing frustrated and said, "Open your eyes."

I looked up and saw myself as I truly was.

Muscled body, big cock, handsome features, desperate, pleading to be fucked. The look of despair on my face that I couldn't get enough cock in me was almost comedic. The frenzy, the desperation, the look of shock as I realized that was me.

The real me.

"You're a slut Archie," he said pulling his cock out inch by inch, making me shudder in ecstasy, "This is what you crave, this is what you've always wanted. You wanted, no needed a cock in you. You were silently begging to be used. You can feel it can't you? You're not drugged, you're not drunk, you're right here Archie, your perfect jock ass is right here and now…and it's getting fucked."

He slammed his cock into me and I felt everything I knew about myself crack right down the center. My masculinity, my ego, my cockiness, all of it just broke as I realized I was on my back, toes curled, cock leaking, because a man old enough to be my father was shoving a ten inch cock into me that I had begged him for all day.

There was no condition here, no spot to muddle me, it was just his cock and my ass and my need for more.

"Please fuck me sir…" I panted, as he slowly drew back his dick like he was cocking a gun, "Oh god sir please…"

"Call me daddy," he insisted as he slammed into me again.

"DADDY!" I screamed as I felt his cock rearrange my guts and make my eyes fall back in my head.

"This is where you belong," he growled as he started pumping into me faster, "On your back serving your betters…don't you Archie? Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes daddy…oh fuck me daddy…use me…shit your cock is so big…" I moaned as he sped up even faster.

"If you were mine I'd keep you on a chain, locked in your room so you couldn't spread your legs for just anyone. You've be a special pet, I'd come in each night and fuck you until you cried. Take you for walks in the park, show you off to others, proudly show you off as the best fuck in the country. You want that Archie? You wanna be my dog?'

"Oh fuck yeah…please…shit daddy…filling me up…."

He just chuckled and pulled my legs part like I was a blond cheerleader being used at frat party. My head was thrashing left and right as he hammered me, the feeling that I was experiencing wasn't stoned or fuckdrunk, it was so much more than that. It was…it was…

Transcendent.

I wasn't just being fucked, I was being saved. My entire life had been a lie and his cock was telling a truth with each thrust.

I was born to be fucked.

I was made to be used.

I was happiest when I was pleasing others.

I loved people admiring the way I looked.

I was a slut and will always be one.

My balls started to tingle and I could myself getting close. I didn't want to cum! I wanted him to keep fucking me, I wanted his cock all day, not just now…

"Daddy I'm close…" I whined, I could my raging cock in the mirror above, it was covered with precum that hid slid down the length of my cock, each drop a testament on how good he was fucking me.

"You wanna cum? You want me to make you cum?"

I shook my head but my orgasm was too much…

"Take." SLAM. "My." SLAM. "SEED!"

My cock roared, cum flew up like a geyser as fireworks went off in my mind, not from my spot, but from my own pleasure. He kept thrusting over and over, making me squirt my load all u pans down my chest and abs. My legs were shaking and I could feel my hips arching up to meet this thrusts, tying to shove every last inch of daddy's cock into me.

Once I was done, and my cock was only drying blank rounds, he stopped fucking me, lowering my ass back to the bed. "Look at yourself," he said, "Gaze upwards and see what you always were."

And I saw it, perfect body, huge cock, covered in sweat and cum, another man's cum leaking out my jock hole, and the smile of utter content on my face. A smile that said I didn't have a care in the world because I had been fucked hard and put away wet.

He collapsed on the bed next to me but I just kept staring up at myself, seeing the real me for the first time.

We laid there for a long time, my mind going in about a million different ways. That sex was mind blowing, that was obvious, but the truths I had discovered during it made it even wilder. He was looking at his phone, quietly letting me come to terms to myself.

Finally I turned to him and blurted out, "I love you."

He glanced over and smiled, "No, you don't."

I made a face because I was pretty sure I knew how I felt. I sat up, "No, I mean it. I can say it now, I'm in love with you."

He put his phone down, "No Archie, you aren't."

"But…but I am," I said, confused.

"Ok, let's explore that. You feel love towards me?"

I nodded.

"I make you happy?"

Nod.

"You feel safe?"

Nod.

"And you look up to me?"

Nod.

"Yeah, you love me Archie, but you're not in love with me."

I sat there for a moment and then asked, "Do you not feel the same way?"

He saw the hurt on my face and moved over and hugged me, "No Archie, I love you very much as well. But you are confusing things."

"How?"

"You feel love towards me, but it is a fatherly love, a love that comes from emotion but not passion."

I cocked my head more confused than ever.

"Remember I was telling you how older men would take and teach younger ones?"

I nodded.

"Well it was common for the younger boy to confuse loves. It was expected that they would someday go out, start their own family and train their own young one. But the relationship wasn't for passionate love, it was for familial love, love of a father and a son. Not lovers. That's what you're feeling, you are just now coming to terms with your truth. This is the first time you've actually said you loved another man, it's going to be confusing."

I felt…lost?

"Hey," he said warmly, "It's going to take some time, but you are facing it now, that's a huge step."

"So when will I know it's real love?" I asked him.

He paused and thought about it, "You know it's love when you find yourself just stopping and staring."

He saw I didn't understand that at all so elaborated.

"When you look at someone, and you find yourself stopping what you are doing, and just staring, like they were the sun, that's when you know."

"I'll just stop?"

He smiled, "Trust me, you'll know."

I leaned into him as I tried to sort all these feelings out, and failing.

"Ok, I need to get moving and you need to figure yourself out," he said getting up off the bed.

"When are we meeting this week?" I asked slipping my jockstrap back on.

"Oh I can't, I'm going out of town tomorrow, won't be back until next week. So you're on your own for the match this week."

I froze in place.

"I know that look," he said seeing the panic in my face, "You're panicking."

"Who am I supposed to find? I can't go back to Dax…" I started to ramble.

He patted the bed next to him and I sat down, "Look Archie, never give yourself up to someone you don't respect. If this Dax person is not someone you want to share your gift with, don't. But you have to realize, this is what you want. You want to get fucked, you know that now. So go out and get fucked. Find someone you want to please, that you want to give your gift to. Find them and then just let yourself go. You need something yes, but remember, this is your gift, you have power in this as well."

"I don't feel like I do," I admitted.

"Ok, then try this," he said grabbing the bottle of lube, "Take this. If you want to be in control, if you want to be fucked and not your spot, use it. That's your choice now. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but you need to do what makes you better. So I leave it up to you."

I took the bottle, knowing that this choice was going to be huge.

I spent most of Monday wandering around, wondering who I should pick.

My first thought was Gray, but I couldn't even look him in the eye right now. After he caught me at the boardwalk I had just been ashamed to even be around him. So he was out. Dax was a non-starter, he already had too much over me, I wasn't going to give him any more.

The team was out of the question as well, I couldn't let any of the guys know the truth about me, no way at all. I suppose I could cruise Grndr, but after everything Gray's dad had told me it didn't feel right just choosing some random guy. That didn't leave a lot of choices. I thought about the park, but all I could think of was how empty it was during the week and I didn't want to see those cops again.

Tuesday I was still stumped but come Wednesday, I was getting antsy again and I was getting desperate. Thursday night I took off, I needed some air and some courage, I had decided on going back to the park, cops or not, it was my best pick. I decided to pour some vodka in a water bottle and head off to the boardwalk to kill time.

There wasn't much going on which was fine with me. I just needed some air and some time to down this shit and head out to get fucked by strangers.

Good times.

I was working on a good buzz, just watching the waves come in, watching the clock so I knew when to leave.

"Archie?"

I turned around and there was some surfer kid looking at me.

"Yeah?"

"Matty!" he said pointing at himself, "The beach? This summer?"

Holy shit, this was the surf pup that kept offering me blow jobs all summer!

"Hey man," I said surprised, "What are you doing here? Hey aren't you over at Black?"

He walked over to me, "Oh we got kicked out of there after summer. We moved over here," he nodded towards the beach, "We have a place over by the coves. What are you doing here?"

I paused for a moment, I had actually forgotten why I was here. Shit I might be a little more buzzed than I thought. "Chillin, you know, wasting time."

He nodded, "That ain't water," he said smiling.

I shook my head, "Nope," I answered with a huge smile.

"We got more at our place, wanna come hang?"

I was going to say no, I needed to get going soon but then I actually stopped and looked at him. He was Gray's age, but where Gray was a jock, Matty was a surfer boy born and bred. He had shoulder length blond hair, bright blue eyes and a build that looked like he was rail thin but I had seen him changing his wet suit. He was toned as much as anyone I had seen, not an ounce of fat on him anywhere, it hadn't done anything to me this summer, but now…it was kind hot.

"You still with me?" he asked with a smile.

I nodded, "Yeah man, show me."

His eyes lit up, "Sweet man! Follow me."

I finished my vodka, chucked the bottle and followed him onto the beach.

We came up on a bonfire with about six other kids sitting around it, drinking, getting high. They were all surfers, a few had long hair, a couple short buzz cuts, all toned and skinny, none of them were ugly in the least.

"Guys, this is Archie, he was the guard dog over at Black."

"Guard dog?" I asked him.

"It's what we call lifeguards, just a joke."

Wasn't very funny.

"Yo."

"Wassup man."

I nodded at them and found some room on the wood to sit.

"Blaze?" one of the guys asked, joint in his hand.

I shook my head, "I get tested too much, but thanks man."

He nodded and took a long drag for himself.

"Testing for what?" one of the kids asked me.

"Wrestling," I explained as Matty handed me a beer.

"Oh legit," one of them said as the other nodded.

I downed the beer as I sat and listened to them talking about the waves they scored today.

I was pleasantly buzzed as I kept downing beer after beer. It took me a few minutes to realize Matty was talking to me.

"…an let it go man."

I made a face, "Huh?"

He realized I had completely spaced out and laughed, "I was apologizing for this summer man, it was uncool."

I shook my head, "No harm, no foul dude. It's all good."

He looked a little surprised, "Really?"

"Sure," I said with a grin, "I ain't mad."

He leaned in and asked quietly, "So you want a blow job?"

I leaned towards him, "No, but you wanna fuck?"

He instantly laughed and then saw the look on my face, "Seriously?"

I nodded.

"Now?"

Another nod.

He just stared at me for a long time, seeing if this was a joke or something. When he saw the truth in my eyes he smiled, "Fuck yeah!" and stood up. "We're gonna go hit the dunes," he told his friends, "Be back in a few."

I stood up and followed him, his friends were clapping and whooting as we walked away.

"What are they on about?" I asked as we walked to the dunes behind the beach.

"Ignore them, they're idiots," he said, walking up on a blanket spread out in the middle of nowhere, "This work?"

"Sure, what is this?"

He pulled his shirt off, "A place to chill, come on man, lemme see that body."

I slipped my jacket off and nearly ripped my shirt off, for some reason this kid lusting after me was turning me the fuck on. I stood there, flexing my pecs, clenching my abs, showing Matty what years of gym work looked like up close.

"Holy fuck," he said, his hand reaching out and tracing my abs, "Dude you are so hot."

I grinned and undid the top button of my jeans. He watched as I slowly peeled my jeans down, the white of my jock strap glowed under the moon as I stepped out of my pants and kicked them aside. You could see the lust in his eyes as he looked at me, and I could see what Gray's dad was talking about. There was something here, I had power, I was giving him something…and I liked it.

"You are so fucking hot dude," Matty said, "So how you want to do this?"

"Lemme see what you're packing kid."

His hands moved to his waist and he undid the belt holding up his baggy jeans. He was rawdogging it, as soon as his pants dropped I realized what they said about skinny dudes was true. He had a great cock, it was long, not very thick but that didn't matter when you were packing that kind of cock. I felt my mouth water instantly and my ass clenched in anticipation.

"You like?" he asked.

I nodded, "Dude, that's amazing."

He laughed, "Looks like you're packing as well."

My cock was hard in my jock, I grabbed it and nodded, "I do alright."

"So you wanna fuck me?" he asked, feeling me out.

I shook my head and dropped to my knees, "Fuck me with this monster Matty, fuck me hard."

His eyes got wide as I took his cock in my hand and began to slowly licked his shaft, up and down.

"Holy fuck…" he said, not believing what he was seeing.

He wasn't as big as Gray he wasn't as thick as Dax, but he was long and it was here, so it was the best cock in the world right now. I could feel my ass opening and closing as I licked, it knew what was coming and was hungry for it now.

"I didn't think you'd suck cock…" he said breathlessly.

I looked up at him, "I do a lot of things," I smiled and went back to sucking him.

He hesitantly put his hands on my head, not sure how far he could take this. When he realized I wasn't going to stop him he put the other one on and began to thrust into my mouth.

"Fuck yeah, you know how long I wanted your ass?" he said, his voice getting low with lust, "Watching you up there, fucking perfect body…jut teasing us…"

I moaned around his dick as my mind came to terms who I was submitting to. This punk had bugged me all summer, when I was straight, when I only chased pussy. I ignored him, threatened him, literally wiped my feet on him. But here I was, on my knees, worshiping his surfer cock, begging him to fuck me.

I was so fucking turned on.

"Were you a slut this whole time?" he asked shoving my face down on his dick, "Were you just up there showing off, wanting us to fucking take you?"

Another moan as he kept debasing me.

"Yeah that's what you want right? Us to go up there, fucking hold you down and fuck you like a whore? You wanna be fucking ruled by a bunch of surfer kids?"

I couldn't answer he was too busy making me eat his fucking long ass cock, the only sound I could make was gagging.

"I think that is what you wanted…" he said as precum flooded my mouth, he was getting close.

I pushed him off me, "Wait…wait…" I said, trying to talk.

"What?" he asked confused, "I was just kidding…"

I shook my head, "No man, don't cum yet. I wanna get fucked."

He looked like his jaw was gonna fall off the way he was looking at me. Finally he smiled and said, "Then let's fuck."

He got down on the blanket and I pulled out the lube, "I came prepared."

He took it and started to stroke his cock with it, "Dude, this is wild."

I took the bottle back and made sure my ass was coated, "We're just getting started."

Once my ass was tingling I laid down on my back and spread my legs. He looked down at me like a starving man would look on a feast. The hunger is his eyes, the look of lust on his face…this was a gift. I was giving him a gift and he was loving it.

He moved between my legs and moved them side, he pushed my ass up some and I felt his cockhead push against my hole. He slowly pushed into me, no doubt taking it slow not to hurt me. But the lube was doing it's job and I felt no pain at all.

"Come on punk," I growled, "Fuck me!"

He paused and then grabbed my waist as she shoved his cock into me in one thrust. Oh god, that was it. I could fee him fill my hole and the pleasure filled me up as he pressed his pubes up against my ass. He was waiting, to see if I was mad or hurting.

"Come on kid," I said with a grin, "Show me how you surfpups fuck."

He smiled and pulled his long ass dick back and then slammed it into me, I grunted as he began to set a pace of just owning my ass. I could tell he wasn't sure how far he could go at first but as I threw my head back and whimpered, he began to fuck harder and harder.

"Fuck you got a good ass," he said, slapping one cheek hard as he kept fucking me, "Fucking prime grade a beef…you like that Archie? You like my cock?"

I wasn't fuckdrunk, I wasn't out of it, I was in the here and now, so everything I said came from me.

"Fuck yeah kid, harder…come on man…fuck me harder."

The look of glee on his face was almost comical as he pushed my ass up more, nearly folding me in half as he began to hammer down into me. He was loving this and I had to admit, I was too.

"Oh yeah kid…that's it…faster…"

"Fucking slut…" he raged, as he pushed harder and harder into me, "Fucking jock slut…yeah you want this so bad, don't you? Come on Archie…tell me how bad you want it."

"Come on surfpunk, use that cock…fuck me…harder…more…more…"

"Man you want this…" he grunted as he kept pumping me… "You want more? That what you want Archie?"

"Yeah kid…more…" I pleaded.

"You heard him," he said as he kept fucking me, "He wants more."

Out of the darkness three kids walked out, naked, stroking their cocks as they watched me get fucked. They didn't look human, they looked like hyenas, coming up on a lion already wounded. For a moment I was worried, shocked that they were seeing me like this…but then I remembered what Gray's dad had said. Stop fighting what I wanted…just accept it.

Beg for it.

"Come on you fucks," I roared, "Come fuck me…"

Slowly they walked towards us, not sure if I meant it or not. One of them, taller kid, buzzcut, couple of tats and a thick uncut cock moved towards me, "Want some?" he asked.

I nodded as he lowered his cock into my mouth as I began to service him.

That was the thing they were waiting for.

They approached and began to molest me. One of them put their cock in my hand and I began to stroke him as the other began to lick my cock. We were all moving as one as we became caught up in whatever this was. Matty turned me over until I was on all fours, so his friends could better fill my holes.

One of them climbed under me to service my cock while the other began to work my balls. Matty was thrusting harder and harder into me as the guy I was sucking off was jamming his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I couldn't even imagine what this looked like from the outside, four younger guys working over an alpha stud like me, and me letting them.

"I'm close," Matty said, "Where you want it Archie?"

I moved off the kid's cock, "Breed me Matty, fucking paint my guts…"

"Oh fuck yeah…" he growled as he sped up. I felt his cock throb in me as he filled my jock ass with his cum, I felt him slip out of me. "Who's next?"

Both guys sucking my dick stopped and called out, "Me!"

"No way man, I wanna" one of them shouted.

"Fuck you man, I want him…"

I pulled the cock out of my mouth, "Hold on," I said kneeling, "Both of you lay down."

They looked confused but laid down, they legs facing each other. I pressed their cocks next to each other and then climbed over them.

"Oh no shit!" one of them said.

"Holy crap…" Matty said as I lowered myself down on both cocks.

I felt both of their heads push against my hole and I felt a twinge of pain. I realized a moment too late that the lube had been washed away by Matty's cum. The kid who's dick I had been sucking stepped up to me, "Get back to sucking slut." And pushed his cock into me, thrusting forward as he did.

Pushing me down on both cocks.

There was a flare of pain before their thickness jammed my spot, sending stars into my eyes. I whimpered around the cock as I felt my head spin and shoved myself down harder onto them.

"Holy fuck!" one of them called out, "He's into this!"

The other laughed, "Come on cunt, ride our cocks."

I would have done it without them asking, I was pushing myself up and down on those cocks hard, their heads scraping my spot, making me even more and more horny. I was babbling around the dick, no longer sure what I was even saying.

"Hold up," Matty said to his friend I was sucking off, "Let him talk…"

He slipped his cock out and my mouth began to run.

"Oh fuck yeah…fuck my pussy…please…oh fuck yeah…there…right there…"

Matty's eyes were wide with shock as he heard me start to beg.

"Harder…oh….please…please…fuck me…fuck me…"

Matty belt down and fished his phone out of his jeans ass began to record me as I unspooled.

"Oh your cocks…fucking surfer punk cocks…rail me…come on…oh…oh…"

"You're really a fucking slut aren't you?" Matty asked, getting the camera right up to my face.

I nodded, "Jock slut, I'm a jock slut…fuck me…oh please…please…I'm a good girl…please…"

Their cocks weren't as large as the ones I usually take but the two of them were thicker than most, which was driving my spot nuts. I was slamming my muscular ass down harder and harder, trying to shove as much surfer dick in my as I could.

"What if those old fags who watched you this summer came around?" He asked, "You let them fuck you too?"

I nodded, "Need to get fucked…more…more…"

"What if we took you back to our place, just laid you out on our couch and fucked you all day? You wanna be our slut Archie? You wanna be out house cunt?"

"Serve you…worship you…" my mouth just kept going, "Wanna be your fuck dog…please…please…"

"Fuck dog?" Matty repeated shocked, "Holy fuck…"

"Shit I'm close," one of the boys beneath me called out.

"Me too man!" The other one said.

I kept slamming down, wanting more and more cock.

"Fuck!" One of them cried as they began to cum in me.

"I can feel you man!" The other shouted and began to cum as well.

The slaps of flesh on flesh changed to wet squelches as cum overflowed from my ass, dripping down the sides of their cocks and onto the towel. I wasn't' close though! I was frantically fucking myself, trying to get off while they start to howl from their sensitive cocks.

"Fucking get this whore off!" They cried and Matty pulled me off of them and laid me down on the towel.

My mind was still flying and I needed to cum, needed to so bad…

"Fuck me," I begged, my legs open as my jock hole winked at him, "Please…"

Matty seemed frozen in indecision for a moment when one of the guys said, "Here, try this."

He handed Matty a vodka bottle with maybe a fifth left in it, he took the cap off and slipped the neck into my ass. I felt the warm sting of the alcohol hit my ass and my head went flying, but he didn't stop. He kept pushing the bottle up into me, the neck moving to the body which forced my hole wide.

"OH FUCK!"I shouted as he began to fuck me with the bottle, stretching my ass to new limits. I felt myself pushing back, trying to force more of it into me as I felt my spot tingle with lust and now vodka. My head was everywhere and nowhere at the same time as Matty started to fuck me harder with the glass container.

"Yeah walking around like you're some kind of stud," he growled as he punched my ass with the bottle. "Acting like you're superior and shit…and what do I find? You're a cunt! A fucking jock cunt who will fuck anyone, right ? Right Archie?"

I was getting close, "Ohhhh yeah….please daddy…fuck me…fuck me…"

"You'd let us keep you wouldn't you?" He asked, pushing deeper, "You're such a whore you'd let us just fuck you whenever we wanted. Just tie you to a chair and let anyone fuck your pussy whenever, right? Right Archie? That what you want?"

I felt my balls tingle and knew it was coming.

"Wanna be yours, wanna…please daddy…please…be your cunt…be your whore….just fuck me, please…please…"

"Fucking. SLUT!" He roared as he pushed the bottle into my ass hard.

I felt my cock start to erupt as my ass clenched down n the bottle hard. Showers of cum erupted from my dick as my orgasm hit me like a fucking baseball bat. My mind was just moments of pure bliss wrapped around these explosions of joy as I came. Since the bottle wouldn't move it just pressed up against my spot and made me cum all the more. It wasn't like a cock at all, it was hard, and ungiving, so it made my brain lose it like never before. I was crying in ecstasy as my cock just fire off blank after blank, my spot not letting me stop cumming.

"Fuck," I heard Matty exclaim as he pulled the bottle out of my tight ass, it fought with him the entire way, trying to keep it in me.

One it was out I collapsed on the beach, covered in sweat and breathing like I'd ran five miles uphill. My legs were shaking as drool spilled out onto the blanket. I knew the surfpups were looking down at me, Matty no doubt still filming me.

"Fucking Archie King, jock slut whore," he said to no one.

I just smiled as I faded off into blackness, as well fucked as I ever had been