The Enclave Part 2: Flesh For fantasy

by Also Known As   

A new arrival appears, spreading a ripple of interest and excitement through the exceptionally attractive men of the Enclave.

(AI images generated using DALL-E 3.)

He popped in all the sudden, and the murmurs started immediately; new meat… new meat… new meat…

But we all knew from experience not to swarm all over him like a hive of drones smelling a new queen. There was always some confusion and dizziness at first, which was why New Meat generally appeared in The Bar first. Nothing like being on the receiving end of a little cold, inebriating (not to mention free) libation to soothe the nerves.

I looked at my companion and ran my fingers through his long, soft hair. He was sucking my dick with obvious talent and a strong desire, and I could feel him to my toes. “Hey,” I said softly, “New Meat.”

His eyes widened and he tried to grin around the thickness of my cock, pulling his mouth free and licking his lips, standing to his enormous height before planting those soft, warm, perfect lips on mine and shoving his long, slick tongue into my mouth. I loved him so much. Curt was his name. He told me that before he winked, sank to his knees, and started blowing me so expertly.

He tucked my wet, still-throbbing, near-to-exploding cock carefully and lovingly back inside my shorts—though he gave me a couple of intense last-second strokes and rubbed his thumb across the tender lips on my piss slit as he kissed me with an expert’s skill, teasing another thick drool of pre from my monster before hiding it away. Then he settled his fine ass in next to me and took a cold bottle into his hand, sucking back on that bottle with the same vigor that he’d been sucking on me.

Curt set it down and smiled innocently, as if he hadn’t just been edging me to another thick fountain of cum, setting his thickly muscled arm across my shoulders as we both turned to look at him.

Curt loved sucking cock, and now he could do it whenever he pleased, with pretty much any man he met. It was just when New Meat became available that we all had to cool things down a bit, rather than fuck up their shit and strip away the beautiful veneer of perfection The Enclave could offer us all.

And him, if he wanted it.

Obviously new to all this, he looked rather ordinary, though he showed a lot of promise. A few well-placed and carefully worded suggestions could amp up his attraction by about 1000% before he left The Bar.

On the other hand, if I handled my cards right, I might be able to manage to keep him to myself, show him the ropes. And the slings. And the handcuffs.

If he was into that sort of thing, of course.

I decided to make the first move. He looked like he could use a helping hand, and I had two of them. And it would make Ulysses happy if I could snag some New Meat.

I excused myself from my cocksucker with a kiss and a stroke of his chiseled jaw and went to the bar. I asked Billy for something simple, and he slid a glass of beer to me. “Thanks, baby,” I said, eliciting a smile from The Enclave’s most handsome bartender. I picked up the suds and headed towards him.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m John, and you look thirsty.”

He said he was, in that weird way that New Meat speaks. I understood him, of course, but it was still weird.

“Come over here and join us,” I admonished, placing my well-muscled arm across his small, ordinary shoulders. “No need to be all alone, here.” I walked him over to where Curt was still sitting, being careful not to be too handsy at this point. It can be weird, that adjustment, when your body is still in two places at once. And it takes a little while before everything synchs up.

Curt said, “Hi, handsome!” with another cheery wink. It seemed to be a habit with him, but he was so cute (and so talented (and so horny)) that I didn’t mind. I sidled in next to his muscular bulk and put my arm around his waist, leaning in to kiss his cheek. The New Meat’s brow furrowed slightly, but if he couldn’t cope with something as simple as a man kissing another man on the cheek, he wasn’t going to be in The Enclave very long, anyway.

It was always challenging to read New Meat. The disorientation, the dizziness, the curiosity, there were a lot of mental issues to contend with. By now, I’d nearly forgotten what that was like, but just looking at his face, something told me to handle this one delicately.

“Take a sip,” I advised him. “Unless you don’t like beer? Maybe a cocktail?”

Curt said, “Maybe he wants something non-alcoholic? Iced tea or a Coke?” I’d forgotten how beautiful Curt’s voice was, since he more or less told me his name, asked if I wanted a blowjob, and then pulled my cock out of my shorts and started pleasuring me. It really didn’t matter what we ate or drank in The Enclave, everything that passed our lips just increased our libido and sexiness. Being in a near-constant state of horniness was probably the easiest adjustment of all.

New Meat said he liked beer and took a tentative sip. Once the familiar taste hit his tongue and he could feel the coldness of the glass in his hand, things started to settle in a bit. Tactile and sensory are always important at first. Probably swallowing a few gulps of pure male arousal helped.

There are a few… well, they’re not really rules because there aren’t any rules in The Enclave. Not any that are overtly stated, anyway. Don’t need ‘em, do we? It’s more like an understanding of how things work and staying inside the lines. And one of those is not to use the New Meat’s name. It tends to ground them back outside The Enclave, in meatspace.

Someone—probably while we were fucking or jerking off together or something—explained to me early on that being in The Enclave was like being resurrected. Like, in meatspace, some people believed they lived past lives, but they never knew what those past lives were, did they? They usually imagined being very important and interesting, or maybe they were a cat or a dog or something. Anyway, they never knew anything about who they used to be, or even if it was true. But they believed it, and belief is most of the battle when you’re coping with reality. So here in The Enclave, we all had another life in the past, but we couldn’t remember it, or where we came from, or who we were. All we knew—the only memories we had—were of each other, and being here, and being so fucking happy and sexy and horny that considering that other life just seemed… silly.

We all take on new names after we’re Initiated. Or maybe I was called John before, too. Doesn’t really matter. They don’t tend to be very imaginative, and that’s never important. You forget your old name, even if someone else has elected to use it as his own.

So rule number nothing, don’t ask their name.

Rule number also-nothing, treat them with respect and kindness. You know, like any guest you’re welcoming inside your home.

Kindness is an underused commodity, but it’s super powerful. Offer them a drink, don’t pressure them to, you know, suck your dick or fuck your ass. Those are things that happen soon enough after, with near constancy and complete satisfaction, but keeping that thin separation between wherever they came from and here meant not breaking down boundaries too quickly. I mean, sure, you can fuck someone just about anywhere you want to in The Enclave, but that doesn’t seem to apply in meatspace wherever that is, does it?

Shame, really.

It wasn’t long, naturally, before others began to join in on our little party. Everyone was welcome, of course. I’d learned from my experiences with other New Meat that there was no telling what or who they liked. All the guys were friendly and helpful in The Enclave. We supported each other and never judged. Sometimes someone just clicks, and sometimes they don’t.

But from the way New Meat kept checking me out as he drank that beer, I knew that at least I was in the running.

Then Barry came up, his full, soft lips curved into a friendly grin. I loved Barry, he was a joker and a kidder but it was always tempered with affection. But, man, he could be a powerful rival.

“Boys,” he said, nodding at Curt and me. “You trying to monopolize this poor guy all to yourselves when there’s someone as sexy as me in the room?”

I laughed slightly. Fucking everyone in this room was sexy. “With that much charm out of the gate, there’s not much use in competing, is there?” I looked at the New Meat and said, “He just looked a little ‘fish out of water’ to me and Curt, so we wanted to make sure he felt welcome.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Barry said, his grin sliding into one of his patently toothy smiles. “Nothing but a bunch of pussycats in here, am I right, Curt?”

Curt, the insatiable cocksucker, had been more or less staring at Barry’s crotch as soon as he walked up, but he flicked his gaze up to Barry’s face rather guiltily and nodded agreement.

“As you heard, my name’s Barry, or also Bare. A lot of people prefer me bare.” I groaned at his joke and he laughed into the top of his beer bottle, knowing it was a pretty lame attempt. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nearly half the bottle—and its potent erotically-charged influence—without coming up for air, reminding me that Curt had some competition in the cocksucking department.

“You’re new here,” he said to the New Meat. It was a usual icebreaker in these circumstances, just say the obvious out loud and strip it of its embarrassment. Nobody likes being the new guy, but not having to pretend you aren’t can make someone more comfortable.

Ulysses told me that. Though the logic, at the time, eluded me.

New Meat confirmed Barry’s hypothesis and he did seem to relax a bit. “Cool! I love meeting new people, and especially handsome, interesting people.”

Wow, Barry was laying it on thick, but apparently he was a better reader of people than I was. Either that or his face and his body were just hitting the right spot in New Meat’s horned-up brain.

Curt looked like he was missing my dick in his mouth, licking and biting his lower lip, and admittedly I do own a very sizable and suckable dick. Maybe he was a little embarrassed that I hadn’t cum yet, or maybe he just wanted to feel my thick explosion of warm, delicious cream shooting down his throat. Either way I could tell that I better take care of him sooner rather than later.

I looked at Barry and said, “Can you see to our new friend for a few minutes? I need to use the facilities.”

“I do too!” Curt announced rather more loudly than was probably necessary. He looked as happy as a man on his rebirthing day.

“Of course you do, baby,” Barry said, looking at Curt’s eager face.

I took Curt’s hand in mine and we made our way to the bathroom slash lounge to finish what we started.

I consider myself a New Meat ambassador. I’ve accompanied a bunch of them through to Initiation, and I have the guns to prove it. See, I chose Strength as my number one G.O.A.L.S. followed by Growth, and every time I please Ulysses, I get bigger and stronger. Fucking love that!

I mean, sure, some guys are all “But Love is important!” Or “Appeal takes care of everything else when it’s on top!” But I think—no, I’m sure I made the right choice for me.

I saw the New Meat appear and I nearly licked my chops like some fucking tiger seeing his first meal in a week. I nodded at Gene and when he noticed me and nodded back, I mouthed ‘new meat’ at him and tossed my head towards the entrance. His smile lit up his handsome face and we joined forces to bring this guy to the start of his new life together.

Barry was already trying to charm the pants—no, not the pants. At least not yet. The shirt maybe? Charm the shirt off the dude when me and Gene came up to throw some water on his fiery seduction heat.

“Hey, guys,” Barry said, before wrapping each of us up in his admittedly fucking amazing arms and pressing our muscled bodies together. Fuck he made me horny! I wondered idly what Barry chose to top off his G.O.A.L.S. to own that body and that face and that scent of his. Then he put one arm across my shoulders and one across Gene’s and said, “These are two of my most favorite men in The Enclave! Jerry,” he said, reaching down and tweaking my extremely sensitive nipple—which he knew of very intimately, “And Gene.” Barry did the same thing to Gene’s nipple, which made him grunt like a fucking bear.

Me and Gene were brothers. Not just ‘bros,’ but brothers. Was it love? I dunno. Doesn’t fucking matter anyway, right? We had a great time together and pushed each other to get—and grow—better every fucking day we spent in The Enclave. We were as competitive with each other as we were horny. I mean, Barry had a lot going for him and he was a hell of a lot of fun in bed, but me and Gene were something special together, like we had a kind of wordless bond and just understood each other.

Was I into daddies before I entered The Enclave? I don’t know, but I sure as fuck was into Gene no matter what his age was. Age truly was just a number here, but I have to say that when I saw his handsome face dusted with those gray whiskers and he smiled in that was of his, my heart fucking exploded. That silver fox appearance was just icing on the cake.

“What’s up?” I asked, knowing exactly what was up, but it’s a safe, effective opening line in these situations.

The New Meat looked over and I think we—me and Gene—made a positive first impression. I mean, Gene is just a big, hard, thick, meaty teddy bear and I’m like a slightly less big, slightly less hard, slightly less meaty (I’m working on it!), like, panda? I guess? So I think we made things both cooler and hotter at the same time.

Pretty effective.

Here’s the thing you need to understand about Jerry; he comes off all bluster and braggadocio, but he has a heart made of marshmallow and chocolate. Soft and squishy and sweet as fuck. I was the one lucky enough to bring him to Initiation, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

I knew he wanted to get big. It was as obvious as the hard-on he was sporting every time another musclebound stud entered his field of view. And the bigger the muscles, the bigger his boner.

I’m not dumb so I know a lot of my appeal to him is that I’ve been here a while and I’m… pretty huge. The guy was practically salivating all over my chest from the minute we laid eyes on each other.

I never told him, because it happened a long time ago, but I chose Love first. I know he wouldn’t make fun of me for that, even though I’ve heard him trivialize Love to others, and he’s really proud and happy with his own G.O.A.L.S. but… maybe it’s because it was something I didn’t have before. Love, I mean.

Sure I was in a few other relationships, but none of them ever lasted very long. And having a great body was never a challenge for me since I love working out. Fucking love it. Maybe that’s why I was always hooking up but it never lasted.

I’m pretty sure it’s all new to Jerry because the idea of growing muscle and getting stronger dominates everything he does. He’s at The Social Club constantly, pushing his body to grow, and he’s already a lot bigger than when we met after his Initiation. And if he could be naked 24/7 I know he would be, but that would strip away the thin veneer again so he manages to wear as little as he can get away with.

I mean, I’m not saying I don’t love his body. It’s fucking gorgeous and keeps getting better. Not to mention that the guy’s a fucking horndog who’s face lights up the second I rub my thumb across his nipple or glance at his crotch or even just wiggle an eyebrow suggestively.

All that is to explain how Jerry and I go about handling New Meat differently.

I’m a people person. I love learning about someone, listening more than talking, really being there for them. Jerry’s more… how do I put this? Jerry’s just hornier. A sensualist. Very much about touching and stroking and caressing, which obviously I’m there for. But New Meat needs to be coddled instead of caressed.

And that’s what I do best.

Jerry asked what was up and I just stood there trying not to overwhelm. I’m told my first impression is often, “holy fuck, look at this man’s massive chest which I just want to dive into and slide my dick between and fuck his mouth until I cum” sort of a thing.

I really can’t argue with that one.

The New Meat looked scared. Maybe because my dick was already swelling in his presence and Jair was trying really hard not to let his thick tube steak slip out of his too-tiny briefs. I mean, between us, that’s a lot of dick. Not to mention Barry’s masterpiece of man meat swelling into a bulge so prominent that it might as well have its own ZIP code.

I was almost relieved when the ab brothers showed up to help defray the attention off our collective cocks with their version of “lean muscle mass” on display.

Nothing diverts attention from an impressive bulge and a huge fuckable pec deck more than two acres of naked, sun kissed, perfectly developed torsos.

Matt and me, we’re like two peas in a pod, and nearly as inseparable.

Ever look across a crowded room and meet eyes with someone and there’s like this… electricity? Like a spark between the two of you that you can feel in your balls and your cock (and your heart if you’re extra lucky)? That’s me and Matt. Electric.

Funny thing is, we Initiated at almost the same time, like we were always meant to find each other but it took Ulysses and The Enclave for it to finally happen. Ulysses told me—I guess he tells everyone this—but he told me that there were a lot of different environments that someone can end up in. This was before I separated from meatspace of course, and there was still some choice in the matter, but Ulysses has some innate quality of knowing someone and where they belong.

Fuck, just thinking about Ulysses makes my cock swell. I wonder if it’s time for my rebirthday fuck yet? Man, my ass is twitching just thinking about it.

Anyway, me and Matt? We ended up here together and once we discovered each other, that was it. Bang, pow, fireworks, know what I mean? Like, fucking head over heels!

Matt and me were chilling in The Bar, hoping some New Meat would show up. We’d been fucking at his place for hours and needed some time in a public place with a few other guys, you know, conversation and shit. The New Meat arrival was just a happy coincidence.

There’s something sort of magical when it happens, like we can all feel it, that we can all grow stronger, and closer, and more powerful. Like another brick can be added to the stack and we all benefit.

Not to mention that Ulysses rewards everyone who helps New Meat get Initiated, which is just a bonus but it’s… a pretty fucking amazing bonus.

I’ve had it happen twice. You help some dude find his way to Ulysses and hope he stays, and if he does you wake up the next day and you’re just… better. You know it. You… feel it. Maybe you look in the mirror and bend your arm and your muscles pop a little higher. Maybe someone reaches down to squeeze your cock and it bulges a little longer, and a little thicker. Maybe you wake up energized and optimistic and filled with positive energy and every guy you meet seems to feel it, too, and you fuck and get fucked better than ever.

We were at The Bar when some New Meat appeared and, like I said, everyone could feel it. Like we all just got a little stronger, a little bigger, a little hornier. Weird when it happens, but everyone knows it.

He was already surrounded by plenty of guys vying for his attention. Barry, of course, who seemed to have a sixth sense about New Meat, and they all liked him too. (Really, who didn’t like Barry?) But me and Matt headed over anyway, just, yo know, being friendly and shit.

Holy fuck, New Meat!

I fucking love New Meat. Fucking. Love. It. Casey tries to act all cool and shit, but I know he loves it too. We all do, naturally, but I think I love it a little bit more.

We’d been back at my place flip-fucking for a while and Casey suggested a break, you know, just to re-energize our engines and take in some eye candy. I was kind of having a great time with just him and me, but then he went and mentioned the possibility of New Meat showing up and that made me sit up and take notice. I mean, I was sitting up already with his cock shoved so far up my ass that I could feel him throbbing in my chest, practically, but it always feels so good when New Meat’s around. It makes everyone just that much happier—and hornier.

We walked over because everyone walked everywhere in The Enclave. You never know who else you’re going to run into and then there’s more fucking or sucking or kissing and hopefully all of the above. Even if you’re coupled up like Casey and me, you can always include another dick or ass or three into your day, am I right?

I saw John—or one of the many Johns, being a very popular name—take Curt’s hand and wander off. I knew that John’s thick cock was going to be shoved down Curt’s throat very soon, just from the way Curt kept shifting his gaze to John’s packed crotch and licking his lips like John had a huge juicy steak down there, which in a way he did. Lots of meat, anyway. So I grabbed Casey and we wandered over, hoping to help soothe the transition.

New Meat has a smell, if you haven’t already noticed. I’ve asked some of the other dudes about it and how fucking horny it makes me, and I guess New Meat acts different on everyone. Some guys agree about the scent, but disagree about what they smell like. One guy—Sam, I think?—swore it was hot buttered popcorn, of all things. Someone else, maybe it was Kevin, said lavender and leather. To me it’s really musky and earthy, like cedar and grass.

Whatever it is, it makes my dick hard. Not that that’s, like, a challenge or anything. But you know what I mean when something hits you and you can feel it in your balls? It’s like that.

Matt’s really good at making someone feel special. He looks at you—deep into your eyes—and you feel like he’s really interested in you, and wants to listen to you.

And kiss you.

And fuck you.

Fuck you so deep and hard that you break the fucking bed.

Man, now I want to fuck him again.

So Matt goes, “Hello, welcome to The Enclave.” He has this really smooth, calming voice. It makes your cock throb when he’s whispering filthy suggestions in your ear. The New Meat remarked about how cut we were. A lot of guys are fucking enormous, but Matt and I go for aesthetics and definition. He lifted his arm up and I did the same, proud to show off all that work.

Ulysses says that hard work pays off. That having goals and accomplishing things are important, and that if we were just given everything we wouldn’t be as happy here. Makes sense, I guess, and I do love working out at the Social Club with all the other guys and watching them flex in the mirror admiring themselves. Something super sexy about a man who loves himself, right? Helps you love other guys and admire their hard work, too.

The New Meat was growing more relaxed. I could see it in his demeanor and his attitude. When they get relaxed like that, it’s a good sign. Some guys get nervous or self-conscious surrounded by all this muscle. You need to assure them that we’re all friendly and welcoming, not to mention horny as fuck.

And when I say not to mention it, I mean that. Once you start in with the sex stuff, it’s hard to pull back. You’ve got to ease them into The Enclave and not, you know, bend them over and push inside and start delivering the fucking of their lives.

All of the sudden, John was back, apparently in such a rush to continue monopolizing the New Meat that we was still folding that thick cock of his back into his little shorts! I could practically smell the cum on him. “Have you been to the beach?” John asked, as if he hadn’t just returned from having an expert cocksucker expertly suck his cock. He knew it was time to move closer to Initiation, too. John was always great with New Meat. I hoped I could learn a few tricks from watching him. The New Meat shook his head and John gestured towards the front doors, smiling grandly.

I made sure the New Meat was ready to depart The Bar and thanked the other dudes for helping out. Curt was satisfied and my balls were drained (for the moment) so I needed to get the New Meat moving along. I think Jerry and Matt were disappointed that I was taking the lead, but I was sure that Gene’s and Casey’s attentions would defray that. Hell, they would probably be in a four-way before the doors closed behind the New Meat and me.

Almost before we were even outside, we ran into Steve and Oliver. Now, Steve is a pussycat even if he looks like he could benchpress a small house—which, probably, he could—but he can be, um, intimidating. Physically. Like how a bear walking on his hind legs can be intimidating. But New Meat lucked out because right behind him, Oliver was walking up and Oliver is just one of the nicest fuckers you’re likely to meet.

The New Meat stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Steve. I couldn’t tell at this early stage whether that was because Steve’s enormity scared him or turned him on. Steve wasn’t even the biggest man on campus, but he was big enough that if you didn’t know him, the chance that he was going to snap you in two would probably be the second thing your brain registered.

The first being, god damn, I hope this dude is into dudes.

“John,” Steve said in that insanely low voice of his, which I’m sure rattled a few nearby windows.

I smiled and went up to him and we kissed and hugged, because Steve was a hugger. Fucking great at it too, if you don’t mind have the wind squeezed out of your lungs. I felt his whiskers scruff my neck and his mouth whispered, “New Meat!” excitedly. I nodded when he let me out of his arms and took a step back, since he seemed to occupy the space of two men. Then I looked at the grinning face of his partner, Oliver and nodded.

Oliver nodded back and set his hand on Steve’s insanely meaty delts, which made his boyfriend turn towards him and smile the kind of smile that would make anyone melt no matter how huge he was. When he looked back and made eye contact with the New Meat, he seemed to realize the overwhelming effect he was having and he backed up into Oliver’s arms, who surrounded his main lover’s bulk and rested his smiling face on Steve’s (probably rock-hard) trapezoid.

“Hi,” Oliver said. His voice was like music compared to the deep detonation of Steve’s rumble. “I’m Oliver and this mountain of muscle is Steve.” He kissed Steve’s neck with a quick peck. “He might look like he’s going to throw you across the beach but he’s more of a lover than a fighter.”

“And you would know,” Steve agreed. He looked at the New Meat and said, “I hope you’re into muscle, because it’s kind of what we do around here.” With that he lifted one arm and swelled his massive biceps into an even bigger display of his size. I bit my bottom lip, knowing how Steve used all that strength to throw a guy onto a bed, pull his ass open, dive down and lick and kiss and tongue-fuck his hole into next year. The man ate ass like he was born to it—or reborn to it, as the case may be.

“Taking this lucky man to see Ulysses, I hope?” Oliver asked. His hands were now lazily caressing and stroking Steve’s enormous muscles, tracing the lines of his abs and running his thumb across his nipples. I watched Steve’s dick start lengthening very quickly and I knew I had to remove New Meat from the situation before these two started fucking right here.

“I hope so,” I said. “I’m going to let him meet a few more of our friends and let them talk him into it.”

Steve, after taking a calming breath to try to temper the sensual heat that Oliver was stoking in his body with his talented, exploring hands, said, “We ran into Cary earlier, and Kevin and Robbie.”

“Cary’s sweet,” Oliver told the New Meat. “Probably a bit of a nice reprieve after Steve and me.”

“Robbie’s even wearing a shirt!” Steve said it with the kind of surprise someone might express upon seeing an actual elf.

Oliver corrected him. “Robbie is almost wearing a shirt.” He looked at me and added, “After all, this is Robbie we’re talking about.”

“I understand,” I said, because I did. If Robbie could spend his life here in The Enclave totally naked, he would.

And often did.

I asked this couple of handsome, horny men where they saw the others and Oliver took his hand away from Steve’s muscles and pointed towards the ocean, up the beach. As we were going to head that way anyway, I thanked them, kissed them, took New Meat’s hand and pulled him across the sand.

I love the beach more than any place in The Enclave. The weather’s always nice, the sun’s hot, the breezes are soft and warm, and all the hottest guys are wearing even less than usual.

It was getting a bit cool as the sun went down though, as so often happens, so I pulled the tank top out of my back pocket and pulled it on. Admittedly, it didn’t offer a lot of warmth but curiously, it made me feel more comfortable.

I heard my name called from behind me as I was watching the sky turn gold and turned around. The unmistakable form of John was approaching, and he had some New Meat with him.

My cock was already throbbing in my shorts. Mmmm, New Meat. What was it about them that made us all want to be with them? I kind of loved the tightrope that New Meat made us tread—feeling so hot and horny, like my cock was so hard I could fuck a hole through concrete, but knowing that we had to be cool and a bit aloof so they weren’t scared off. Fucking sexy feeling so… restricted. Particularly when every other guy was shoving his tongue in your mouth while groping your equipment, which, incidentally, also ruled.

Living in two worlds like that must be weird, but why would anyone choose meatspace over The Enclave?

I had to put my hands in my pockets just to keep from walking over and groping the New Meat like he was a cow at the county fair I wanted to buy. “Hey,” I said, nodding slightly at John and his friend.

“Hey, Cary,” John said. “We just ran into Steve and Oliver and they mentioned they saw you.”

My eyes went wide as I considered what it would be like as New Meat to run into someone like Steve, a man so huge he deserved to have a mountain named after him.

“That was nice of them,” I said, because it was. Meeting New Meat was like being bathed in pure sex. It just washed over you and felt so good you might swear you just came in your shorts without touching yourself.

I looked at the New Meat and asked, “So, how are you enjoying The Enclave? I know it can be a little bit… intimidating.”

The New Meat smiled and nodded, agreeing with my assessment while his eyes were busy otherwise dancing across my body. Everywhere he looked, it was like I could feel it, like a warmth passing over my skin. Fuck, I wanted him to stay with us—with me. He was fucking adorable already! How fucking sexy would he be after he was Initiated?

“It’s a little weird seeing you on your own, today.”

I nodded. “I was with Gunther earlier but he got into one of his moods and said he wanted some alone time.” Gunther had moods. Gunther was also hot as fuck, so putting up with his moods was pretty fucking easy.

The New Meat asked if alone time was unusual.

“Nah,” I said, “you can do whatever you want to in The Enclave. Gunther tends to like being alone with his thoughts, but then his thoughts start being about how fun it is to be making out with someone or going to The Bar to meet someone new or hanging out at the Social Club, eating ice cream at Rocky’s or shoving some iron around. It’s all good.” I pointed up the beach at a small, sitting figure and said, “Looks like he’s still in a contemplative mood. But I would bet he wouldn’t mind being interrupted to meet you.”

John looked at me and grinned. “You… busy later?”

“Never too busy for you, John,” I said, because it was true. John was a very accommodating bottom, and he could take a big dick like a pro. Happily, I happened to own a big dick.

“If you get bored while you wait, Curt is back at The Bar and I happen to know he would be… very happy to see… you.” When he said ‘you,’ John looked pointedly at the awe-inspiring bulge my prodigious tool was making and winked.

Curt, huh. Yeah, I guess I could manage having an Olympic-gold-medal-level blowjob right about now.

“Thanks,” I said, starting to wander that way, “and have fun, my friend! Hope we meet up later after your Initiation!”

Curt, huh? I sucked in a breath, licked my lips, adjusted my bulge and already started to feel a thick, full, tremendous flood of cum filling up my balls.

I know some of the guys poke a little fun at me and call me moody, and I don’t mind. I kind of like it, actually. Like it sets me apart from everyone else, with their brains always swimming around in a warm soup of arousal and carnality.

And I’m not moody, really. At least I don’t think so. The truth is? I’m just as horny as they are, of course. If there’s one thing that defines all the men in The Enclave, it’s horniness. You can practically feel it everywhere you go, like a warm breeze against your skin.

I haven’t been in The Enclave long, so maybe there are some lingering aspects of whomever I was in meatspace or something. I don’t remember that man, of course, so I don’t know if that’s true. But I enjoy being alone sometimes, just me and my thoughts.

But then someone like John comes along and my dick starts sucking all the blood out of my brain again, and all I want to do is kiss his lips and feel his dick in my ass and get sweaty as fuck together.

“Gunny!” John calls me Gunny. I like it.

I started getting up but he gestures for me to remain where I am and plants that fuckable ass down in the sand next to me, patting the ocean-drenched beach near the warm waves with his hand as an invitation to the New Meat he’s brought with him.

I lean over and kiss him on the mouth, then lean over further and smile at the New Meat. “Hello,” I say, taking a good look at him because after he’s Initiated he won’t look like that anymore. Sometimes I can see the old person in the new one, but since we all take on new names and new faces and bodies, I can never really be sure.

He returns my greeting and his gaze lingers on my face. Maybe he’s trying to memorize me, too. You lose everything once you’re Initiated by Ulysses, and it all gets replaced by everything else.

But when everything else is this beautiful, does it matter?

I settle back onto my butt and look out at the waves, hearing the crash and rumble and feeling the setting sun’s heat on my naked flesh.

John says, “Cary tells me you’re in a mood.”

I grunt a non-reply.

“Is it a good mood?”

I shrug and grunt again, and then he nudges my shoulder with his and I smile. “I was just thinking.”

“What about?”

The New Meat leans forward slightly to look at me, interested I guess in a man who isn’t always thinking about cock.

Only 90% of the time, in my case.

“Beauty, I guess. And time.”

“Hmm,” John hmms. “And what about them?”

“I think I want to learn to play guitar.”

“I would love to hear what you come up with,” John says, and I know he’s not just humoring me.

“Do you think I can?”

“I’m sure you can do anything you want to. Paint, write poems, compose music, learn to play guitar.”

I hadn’t actually considered the other things. “Paint?” I say.

John’s excited now at the prospect. “Start a band! I think it would be fucking hot to see some of our friends rocking out on stage.” He nudges me playfully again and I almost tip onto the sand.

“I… do like music,” I say.

“I’ll spread the word around. Gunny wants to start a band. The way Austin fucks I’m pretty sure he’d make a great drummer.”

“Did someone say my name?” A new voice joins our trio and I feel someone’s legs pressed against my back. “And what’s wrong with the way I fuck?”

I turn around on the sand and look up. Austin is standing there looking down at me smiling, and I smile back. Who doesn’t love Austin? The man is funny, cute, sexy, and as John just pointed out, fucks like a piston in a V8 engine going 100 miles per hour.

John pushes himself to his feet and throws one arm around Austin’s bulky frame. “Gunny’s starting a band!”

“I’m only thinking about starting a band,” I say.

“Well, thinking is what you do best,” Austin grins, winking.

“Um, I can think of one or two other things Gunny does pretty damn well.” His innuendo is not lost on anyone, including the New Meat.

“Hey! Is that New Meat I see?” Austin asks. “Maybe he can join us! You on… guitar?”

“Good guess,” I answer.

“Me on drums,” he says, patting his abs with his hands like bongos, slapping his six-pack energetically. “John on bass, then all we need is a singer! Can you sing?” he asks the New Meat.

A little, the New Meat admits.

“Well, sounds like the start of something awesome! And we fucking need a fucking rock band around here. The juke in The Bar is fine and all, but.. hey! What if I ask Ulysses about a new music venue in The Social Club? If Rocky can have his ice cream parlor, I’m sure we can get you a stage, Gunther.”

“Us,” I say, looking at Austin, John, and the New Meat. “That is, if you decide to stay, of course,” I tell him.

He says he’s pretty sure he is, and I feel this… agreeable, sexy surge of something inside me, like I just swallowed the sun. “Well then,” I tell him, “you better get your pretty butt over to the Social Club and meet Ulysses!”

“My thoughts exactly,” John agrees.

I took New Meat by the hand to help him up off the sand, kissed Gunny and Austin good luck with their new musical plan, and started up the beach again. We didn’t get too far along when Kevin and Robbie came jogging up to meet us, and Robbie was, indeed, almost wearing a shirt just as Steve the Mountain had reported.

Word gets around fast when there’s New Meat in The Enclave, and everyone wants to get in some time with them. I was sure it wasn’t just coincidence that they had appeared.

The thing about Robbie is? He looks like the sexiest college professor you ever met, but he acts like a puppy and you have a ball in your hands. He’s all tightly-coiled sex and pent-up masculine energy and has so much potent passion and eroticism pouring off of his gorgeous body that he can be a bit much, up close.

I don’t know what his G.O.A.L.S. are but something tells me he picked Appeal on top, and Love second. Everyone loves Robbie, we just can’t help ourselves.

And then there’s Kevin, the calming yang to Robbie’s extra-powerful yin. I think without Kevin constantly by his side, Robbie’s energy—sexual, sensual, physical, and muscular—might get out of control. As was mentioned, seeing the man wandering around fully naked wasn’t the least bit unusual, and everyone just accepted it and said, inevitably, “Well, that’s Robbie!” Plus he had the kind of body that you wanted to see naked as much as possible.

Still, a shirt—even the ludicrous island-inspired thing he wore (whose sleeves, by the way, were fighting a losing battle against his biceps)—was an unusual attribute.

Kevin, by contrast, was like a calming breath, or a pair of soothing hands massaging your neck. While he looked no less sexy than his partner, he seemed to be blessed with unlimited patience and owned the amazing ability to put anyone at ease.

Robbie came up and put his hands on the New Meat’s face and said, “Oh my god, you are so fucking sexy I could eat you up! May I kiss you? Like, on the mouth? With tongue?”

“That’s Robbie’s way of saying hello,” Kevin added calmly. “Feel free to say no, he won’t take offense.”

“Oh, fuck!” Robbie said, a slightly alarmed look on his handsome face as he pulled his hands away. “I’m so fucking sorry! I was just… god damn, you’re so fucking sexy!” His hands were dancing around the New Meat like they wanted to touch him everywhere, and he was biting his bottom lip and grinning madly. “So fucking sexy.”

“I’d like you to meet Robbie and Kevin,” I said to the New Meat.

“Hi!” Robbie said. “Oh my god, I hope I didn’t… Sorry, sorry, I just get so excited meeting New…”

New Meat said to Robbie that he liked his shirt. Very diplomatic of him, I thought.

“Oh my God, me too!” Robbie started turning to and fro and modeling for us, while the shirt started making little tearing noises as his muscles tried to rip its seams apart.

Kevin stepped forward and offered his hand. “Very nice meeting you, and welcome. I know my husband can be a little energetic but he means well, and luckily for me all that energy translates into some rather athletic sexy time.” He smiled and winked.

“Mmm, sexy time,” Robbie said, brushing his hands down the shirt to flatten any wrinkles his modeling had caused.

Kevin looked at me and asked, “Are you accompanying our new friend to see Ulysses, John?”

I nodded. “I think he’s ready to join The Enclave. We were just talking with Gunny and Austin.”

“Austin can be very persuasive,” Kevin agreed.

“Actually, I think it was Gunny who sealed the deal. He’s starting up a band and our friend here might be the lead singer.”

“A fucking band? Oh. My. God. That would be… oh. My. God.” Robbie looked like he was going to explode. “Can I come? I can dance!” Robbie’s idea of dancing seemed to include striptease, as he started shaking and thrusting his hips and undoing his shorts, managing to get the zipper nearly all the way down and exposing his furry, full pubic bush and the thick root of his often-seen prick before Kevin set his hands gently on his husband’s to pause his exposure.

“He really can dance,” Kevin said, tucking Robbie’s equipment back into his shorts and carefully zipping him up while Robbie folded his hands behind his head and kept thrusting his crotch, eyes closed and nodding energetically, grunting with each thrust and smiling his happy, puppy smile.

New Meat told Robbie that of course he could dance, and even sing if he wanted to.

“Oh my god, you are so nice. Isn’t he nice, Kev?”

“Very sweet,” Keven agreed, “But if we don’t allow John to take him to see Ulysses, we may not get to hear him sing.”

“Oh, shit! Yeah! Dude, you gotta get your cute ass over to see Ulysses! He’s amazing!” Kevin was trying to pull Robbie away, nodding towards me as I took the New Meat’s hand in mine. “Promise you’ll look us up after! Robbie,” he said, placing his hand across the deep cleavage of his massive pecs, “and Kev! Robbie and Kev! You won’t forget, will you?”

New Meat said he wouldn’t forget, but of course he would. The next time Robbie saw him, he wasn’t going to look anything like he did now, anyway.

“Oh. My. God. He’s so cute!”

“He’s very charming,” Kevin agreed as they walked along the beach, headed to The Bar.

With New Meat more or less assured to be joining us at The Enclave, I tried to avoid any more distracting collections of heavily muscled handsomeness. Not an easy thing to do in The Enclave by any means, but holding his hand and pulling away from any additional horndogs wanting to feel that special and unique libido-flare that a New Meat brings to any conversation, we entered the Social Club together.

I asked him if he was thirsty or wanted some ice cream, and his face registered something that was either surprise or shock when I mentioned the second thing. Reading his expression, I said, “Oh, yeah, there’s an ice cream parlor over there. Rocky’s.” I looked around to see if the owner of the place was anywhere around, but didn’t see him. I liked Rocky, he was always a nice, calming pause in a day of overwhelming muscular arousal. The man was no slough in that department, of course, but his confidence and sense of self-assurance would have been a nice balm, especially after the whirlwind of energy that Robbie left in his wake.

I recognized Rich and Josh sitting together enjoying heaping dishes of the sexual-enhancing creamy concoctions that Rocky offered and they both had odd looks on their faces. When I approached them with the New Meat in hand, they both perked up and got these strange, highly amused looks on their faces.

“What’s up, boys?”

“Mike,” they both said at the same time.

“Which Mike?” I asked. There were at least six Mikes I could think of offhand.

“Guess,” Rich said, sticking a spoon in his mouth and nodding towards the gym floor.

I looked over and saw which Mike they were referring to, and suddenly their intense fascination with loading up on Rocky’s libido-swelling frozen treats became clear. There was no way to deal with Mike unless you fortified your own carnality first. “Oh, shit.”

Rich and Josh looked at each other and started laughing. Then they seemed to notice the New Meat for the first time and laughed even harder. “Oh, shit,” Rich echoed, “did you ever pick the right day to get Initiated!”

“Talk about a trial by fire!” Josh agreed. “You better load up on a banana split with extra nuts, friend. You’re gonna need it.”

“Maybe I can avoid him,” I said under my breath. Exposing New Meat to Mike was like introducing a virgin to an entire whorehouse of extremely talented hookers.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Josh said.

“Once Mike gets a whiff of your new friend here, all bets are off.”

New Meat looked at me and asked who Mike was.

“Hmm,” I started, trying to imagine an adequate explanation of Mike. “Let’s just say that Mike is everyone you’ve met so far all rolled up into one big, muscular, super-sexy, impossibly attractive man.”

“Mike’s awesome,” Josh said.

“Fucking amazing,” Rich agreed.

Then they looked at the New Meat and started laughing again.

“You’re not helping, boys.”

“Mmm, he’s looking this way.”

“It was only a matter of time. New Meat for Mike is like pouring gasoline on a fire. Made of sex.”

“And cock.”

“And ass.”

“And…”

“You’re still not helping,” I said. I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head. “Might as well get this over with.”

“Let us know if you need any help, John!” Josh offered, giddily.

“I think we might be ready to take him on after another cup of vanilla.”

“And chocolate.”

“And whipped cream.”

“Cream!” They both started laughing again.

The thing about Mike is that whatever Ulysses hands out, Mike has it in abundance. Super abundance. Hyper super mega abundance. Like, the dude is saturated in it. And the most annoying thing about Mike? He acts like he doesn’t even know it.

I mean, don’t you fucking hate that? Running into some man who’s so hot, so beautiful, so sexy, so annoyingly gorgeous that you just know he’s gonna be a stuck-up asshole so into his own overwhelming everything that he can’t even be bothered to notice you exist in the same reality as him. And then you meet him and discover that the most annoying, most frustrating, most god damn exasperating thing about him is that he’s sweet, and kind, and affectionate, and thoughtful, and caring, and so fucking perfect that being around him is what it must feel like to have a never-ending orgasm.

I mean, honestly, how fucking annoying is that?

I don’t even know why Mike worked out at all. I mean, how fucking gorgeous can one man get? Maybe he was determined to find out, or maybe he couldn’t help himself.

Even as I approached him, I could feel it. That “Mike thing.” New Meat gives off a stronger, more intense version of it, but luckily for us it only lasted until they were Initiated. That sweet, addictive, mouth-watering tang of New Meat.

Mike had that too, but it never stopped. It wasn’t a throb or a pulse, it poured off him like an invisible fog, and the closer you got to Mike, the stronger it became. Luckily, it wasn’t as intense as New Meat, but it was constant and it was unavoidable. Your brain started to sizzle in your skull and your dick throbbed and swelled and your balls filled with cum and your butt hole tingled and winked and your lips heated up and your mouth went dry and your nipples trembled and everything just felt… good. Great.

Perfect.

Mike smiled and set down the dumbbells he’d been hoisting to make his arms bigger and his god damned beautiful face lit up and his stupid sexy mouth smiled and my dick felt like it weighed two tons, maybe three. “Hi,” he said. I sucked in a small, deep breath to fight against a sudden urge to rip my clothes off.

“Mike,” I managed to say. “How are you?”

“Pretty good,” he answered. “How about you? You look amazing!”

Fuck! I wanted him to fuck me so hard! I swallowed drily. “I wanted to introduce you,” I said. I was still holding New Meat’s hand. It felt sweaty. “He’s going to join The Enclave.”

“Whoa, cool, that’s excellent news,” Mike answered, shifting his penetrating, sex-targeting gaze to the New Meat. “Have you met Ulysses, yet?”

He said that he hadn’t.

Mike just stood there oozing masculine erotic power from every pore on his perfect skin, smiling happily like you just told him you love him. Having sex with Mike was not like having sex with anyone else, with the possible exception of your rebirthday with Ulysses. Mike could handle everything you threw at him, would happily fulfill any request or desire you made, could take on as many men as were available or willing to dive deep into his overwhelming sexual energy.

And he just stood there, smiling, bathing the whole world in his potent fucking torrent of sexual energy. “I’d love to be with you after,” he said. “I know how stressful and confusing it can be, though. No pressure!”

No pressure? Fuck, my cock was so hard I knew I could nail a spike through a tree with it. My balls felt like water balloons at the moment before they burst. I could hardly blink in case I missed looking at his gorgeous face and body for even a split-second.

He picked up the dumbbells again. I watched his muscles bulge and flex. It was like hearing a perfect symphony of mind-blowing sexual moans or seeing rainbows explode out of a volcano made of cocks. “Have fun meeting Ulysses, my friend!”

He fucking winked and my knees buckled.

“Thanks, Mike,” I said, once words returned to my sex-addled brain.

I was still holding his hand and said, “I need a drink.”

He agreed and we walked back towards the Social Club bar, past where Rich and Josh were still giggling into their ice cream dishes, and the sensation of the Mike Thing slowly faded in power.

Holy fuck, New Meat said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Holy fuck.”

We entered the bar space and I saw that Sam and Iggy were there, talking and laughing. Sam was a sometimes bartender here, though there really wasn’t one, and also one of the nicest, most level-headed men around The Enclave. A very good antidote to Mike, in other words. Iggy was the kind of man who would go out of his way to help you if you needed it, and always had a kind word or a really warm hug ready to share.

Looking over, Sam said, “Whoa, you look like you both could use a stiff drink!”

“The stiffest,” I said.

Iggy was grinning at me and then looked down at my crotch and wiggled his elegant eyebrows. “That’s not the only thing that’s stiff.”

“Ha ha.”

“Mike?” he asked.

“Mike,” I answered.

He blew a breath out between his lips and shook his head. “I mean, I love the guy a lot but a little Mike goes a long way.” He raised his head and looked at the New Meat. “Looks like you survived, though.” He raised his beer in salute. “Good on you!”

New Meat said thanks and let go of my hand to take one of the glasses of straight whiskey Sam offered us. I took the other one and downed half of it as Sam chuckled knowingly. “You boys have been through the ringer, and he’s not even Initiated yet.”

“Here’s to bravery! Or… foolishness,” Iggy said, “I’m not sure which.”

“Probably both,” I admitted.

The New Meat asked how many men in The Enclave were like Mike.

Sam leaned over his arms across the bar, nodding his head a little as he seemed to be making up a list in his head. “I mean, nobody’s like Mike, are they?” Iggy and I agreed with nods. Nobody else was like Mike. “There’s Dylan, of course, and he’s so sweet.”

“Mike’s sweet,” Iggy said, slightly defensive.

“Yeah, annoyingly sweet,” I agreed.

“You know what I mean. Dylan’s special. Plus, he can fuck like a racehorse.”

“Fucked a racehorse, have you, Sam?” Iggy asked.

“I got fucked by Cyrus, so… yeah.”

Iggy blew out another breath and drank. “Fuck. Cyrus. Yeah, that’s… a challenge.”

“A rewarding challenge,” Sam answered.

Cyrus? New Meat asked, raising a curious eyebrow. Maybe we had another size queen in the neighborhood.

“Big dick,” I explained.

“Huuuuge dick,” Iggy added.

“Incredible dick,” Sam concluded. He looked at the New Meat and said, “You’ll meet him after, most likely. Super friendly guy, hangs out at The Bar a lot. Bald head, massive upper body, gorgeous chocolate skin. Amazing smile.”

“Huuuuuuge dick,” Iggy repeated.

Sam nodded. “Indeed.”

We all drank.

“Well,” I said, looking at New Meat, “I think after Mike, Ulysses is going to be a walk in the park.”

Sam nearly choked on his beer. “A walk in the park? Ulysses?”

“More like a rocket into space,” Iggy said.

I growled slightly. “He’s a fun rocket. But… yeah, probably more like a rocket than a stroll.” I finished my drink. “You ready?”

He shrugged and finished his drink, too.

Sam put his big hand on New Meat’s shoulder. “I’d offer some advice but anything I say can’t possibly prepare you for what comes next.”

“He’s not exaggerating,” Iggy agreed, “but there’s nothing to be scared of. Besides, you can still back out if you want to.” Iggy smiled and I think his beautiful face did more to erase any doubts New Meat still had than anybody’s words.

It was Ulysses time.

I was standing at a door. I am standing at a door. It was closed. The door to… someone’s home. I turned around. There was a broad, clean, beautiful beach. I could see small figures on the sand. Not a lot, so maybe today was a weekday, But the sun felt warm and the breezes cooled my skin.

My skin.

I looked down.

I was naked. Completely. My chest was sticking out kinda far so I couldn’t immediately see my dick, but leaning over slightly… there it was. I reached down to grasp it. It was warm and thick and heavy. It rewarded my touch with sudden, very gratifying throbs of sex that radiated out from it and sank into my body.

My huge body.

My body is huge.

Curiously, I don’t feel any embarrassment or shame being naked. It feels… natural. Normal, kind of. I turn back around towards the door and put my large hand on the knob, trying to turn it. The door is unlocked, and I open it and look inside.

“Hi!”

There are two men standing inside. I think it’s the living room. Both of the men are shirtless and overwhelmingly muscular. They’re wearing clothes, unlike me. Well, jeans anyway. The man nearest to me is holding a martini and moves it forward, offering the drink to me. “You should drink this. It helps with the transition.”

I move inside the house. The man in front is looking at my face and smiling in a welcoming manner. The man behind him is looking at my dick, and he’s also smiling but in a different way. I recognize that look and my dick starts growing bigger. One corner of the second man’s mouth turns up.

I take the martini from his hand and nod a thanks, lifting the delicate glass to my lips and drinking it. It’s perfect, just the way I like it. Gin and vermouth washes over my tongue and a sense of familiarity starts to develop.

“Come on in, friend! This is your place, after all.”

My place? I don’t remember this place, but it looks nice. Smells clean. I start to wonder why it’s so quiet when music starts playing from somewhere. Ella Fitzgerald. Gorgeous. I take another sip.

“There you go. I know this can be a bit confusing. Ulysses asked me to step in and help you with the first steps, and I’m happy to do it. Don’t worry, there’s nothing hard about transitioning.”

“Well,” the other man speaks for the first time, still looking at my dick, “happily there’s at least one thing that’s hard.”

The first man laughs lightly. “That’s Geoff, and I’m Lon. That’s short for Leonidas. Which I agree is a mouthful, which is why everyone just calls me Lon. What’s your name?”

My name? Yeah, what is my name?

Lon and Geoff just stand there. Lon’s friendly smile doesn’t budge and Geoff is still concentrating most of his attention on my cock. Which I am enjoying, because I want to fuck him. Hard.

“Take your time,” Lon advises me. “Maybe take another sip?”

I do. The ice cold wash of the taste of the briny martini envelopes my mouth again. I close my eyes. “Paolo,” I say, and I open them.

“Hi, Paolo,” Lon says, brightly.

“Yeah, hi Paolo.” Even those three words sound somehow filthy coming out of Geoff’s handsome mouth. He hooks his thumbs into the waist of his tight jeans and pushes them off his hips a bit. He has an insane Apollo’s Belt and a flat, muscular, lickable belly.

Geoff approaches me and sets his thickly muscled arm across my bare shoulders. He is warm and firm and he smells really good. “Come in! Welcome to your home!” He looks at the living room and says, “if you don’t like the decor we can always change it. Hell, if you don’t like the house we can change that too!”

“Mine?” I ask. My tongue feels dumb and my brain is fuzzy. Forming words feels difficult, and I can only do one at a time.

Lon nods and we walk towards Geoff, who tilts his head and licks his lips. “I know,” Lon says, “words are hard at first. I’m not certain why that is. But soon you’ll be having deep conversations and sharing jokes with all the guys.”

“I can think of other uses for your lips and tongue,” Geoff volunteers, “when you’re ready.”

Lon laughs lightly again. “That’s why I brought Geoff along. He’s also a new Initiate at The Enclave and I thought he might have some tips and insights to help you transition. He’s very welcoming in his own way. I’ve been here for a while and I may have forgotten some of the little details.” He looks at the other man—at Geoff—and adds, “He’s not much of a conversationalist but he loves to fuck.” Lon looks at me again.

“Or get fucked,” Geoff clarifies, leering at my cock. It pulses and thickens in response. I can feel its weight increasing. He looks at Lon and suggests, “Maybe Paolo wants to see the bedroom.”

Lon takes my hand in his. It’s a tender gesture, and his palm feels like warm silk against my skin. “That’s not a bad idea, Paolo. The more physical things you do, the easier it is to settle in.”

“I enjoy physical things,” Geoff adds, probably unnecessarily. He’s practically oozing sex all over the pristine putty-colored carpet. He pushes his waistline down a little further. I can now see the top of his very thick pubic bush.

“But before we get to that—and don’t worry, we’ll get to that soon,” Lon says, smiling down at my now rigid and very excited hard-on, “Um… wow.” He smiles. “You’re gonna fit right in here, I can already tell.”

“Yeah,” Geoff agrees, also looking at my heavy, throbbing prick, “he’ll fit.”

“I just need to explain a couple of things. Firstly, although you look amazing, we try to wear clothes in public.”

“As little as possible,” Geoff added in his low-slung, extremely tight jeans.

“It’s up to you, of course. Whatever your style. Jeans, leather, workout togs, a lot of guys are into torn cutoffs for some reason.”

“Shows off more skin,” Geoff explained.

“It’s not that we’re prudes or anything, it just helps contain some of our more randy drives. Otherwise we’d probably all just be fucking all the time.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Geoff remarked.

Lon rolled his eyes. “Like I said, Geoff’s also new here. And I know you’re feeling super horny right now and the idea of just walking around with everyone groping you sounds attractive, but that kind of rolls into the second thing, which is really important.’ He looks serious for a minute. “Consent is everything. Now, you’re going to meet guys who really push your buttons.”

“Shove them so hard they might break is more like it,” Geoff added helpfully.

Lon shrugged. “And you’re free to be with anyone you want to, or any two, or any three.”

“Mmm,” Geoff moaned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Always start that process of invitation with ‘may I’ or ‘would you like to,’ or something like that. We don’t just grab the toys we want like children.”

“At least until you’re coupled.”

Lon nods. “Obviously if you’re in a relationship with someone…”

“Or some two,” Geoff adds, then he laughs as he seems to remember something, “or some three.”

“Oh, certainly, you and your partners can come to your own agreement, and I really recommend finding someone to be with on a deeper level than a random roll in the hay. It’s super rewarding.”

“Like Lon and Perry,” Geoff volunteers.

“You’ll find someone, maybe when you least expect it,” Lon tells Geoff, and then he looks at me and winks. “No, I’m just referring to meeting a guy at The Bar or on the beach and you want to fuck him or suck his cock or vice versa, just ask first.” He looks at Geoff again and says, “Care to provide an example?”

Geoff smiles and comes very close to me. He is taller than I thought—but so am I. We must be six-two or six-three. “May I kiss you?” he growls softly, licking his lips.

I nod, still finding talking difficult.

Geoff leans in, places one hand behind my neck, and pulls our foreheads together, looking me deep in my eyes. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Then Geoff moves our lips together and begins to kiss me.

It isn’t tentative or hesitant at all! He is fucking kissing me! Like, deep and wet and passionate, the kind of kiss I feel everywhere, in my cock, in my balls, in my ass. Everything starts tingling and throbbing and heating up as he kisses me, like he’s unlocking something within me and I start feeling more… grounded. Rooted. Like the film of confusion is being melted away.

I hear Lon’s voice as Geoff kisses my mouth. “Do you like having your butt licked?”

I mean, who doesn’t? But I nod.

“May I play with your ass while Geoff kisses you?”

Nod.

I sense Lon’s tall frame sink and feel his hands on my ass, pulling the muscular cheeks apart. I shift my stance to allow easier access. I hear something wet, sloppy even, and then I can feel a thick finger—no, two of them—teasing my butt hole. They are thick and warm and wet with spit.

Geoff keeps kissing me, holding my head in his hands as if concentrating all his erotic attention on my mouth, practically shoving his long, talented tongue down my throat. A moan escapes my chest of pure pleasure.

That sensation of becoming settled sinks in more deeply, inside me.

I can feel Lon’s whiskered face shoving into my ass as he begins to lick and spit and play with my hungry, sensitive butt. He’s also groaning with pleasure, evidently really having some fun with his hands and mouth and my hole. I feel… pliable. Not loose down there, but definitely not tight, as he plays with my hungry hole. Fuck, I need a dick in there! I need a man on top with my knees over his shoulders as he pushes his massive, hard, slick, fat cock inside me over and over and over. I moan again and Geoff pulls his mouth off mine, shifts his head, smiles, and plunges in again.

Fuck, this guy can kiss!

I shift my stance wider, stumbling slightly under this onslaught of sexual attention, to really try opening myself up to Lon’s ministrations, because he’s very, very good at his job. He’s pushing fingers inside me, and finding places I never knew existed in there. Heavy, deep shocks of pleasure erupt as he discovers a spot where his fingers are unleashing vibrant explosions of sexual bliss. I’m starting to have trouble standing up.

Geoff pulls his mouth off mine, grinning seductively. “Bedroom?” he asks. His voice is husky and deep.

“Yes,” I agree.

Lon’s hands move back up my naked body along my bulging back muscles and they each take one of my hands, looking at me with pure love and lust.

I look at Geoff and Lon. “Do you want to fuck me? Like, really fuck me?”

“Isn’t consent great?” Lon says.

“Fuck yeah, it is,” Geoff agrees.

They both smile gorgeously.

Paolo

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