Seth’s life changing adventure

by Navy Alpha Pup

Seth has settled into his post-corps life, or thinks he has—until he meets a fellow ex-Marine who offers him everything he didn’t know he wanted.

10 parts 37k words Added May 2019 Updated 14 May 2022 28k views (#392) 4.9 stars (22 votes)

Part 1 Seth has settled into his post-corps life, or thinks he has—until he meets a fellow ex-Marine who offers him everything he didn’t know he wanted. (added: 11 May 2019)
Part 2 Gunny starts remolding Seth’s life, much to the ex-Marine’s excitement and relief. (added: 1 Jun 2019)
Part 3 Seth decides to deal with his confused feelings for Gunny by getting them both a little drunk. (added: 15 Jun 2019)
Part 4 Gunny is taken aback by just how amenable his new boy is to the changes he offers, while Seth strives to prove just how committed he is. (added: 29 Jun 2019)
Part 5 Still feeling out each other’s commitment with some rough play, Seth and Gunny find they’re finally ready to join in untamed, passionate fucking. (added: 13 Jul 2019)
Part 6 Still worried about Seth’s complete submission, Gunny asks Seth to take what he wants from him—but that’s not something that comes easy for him. They form new connections with each other buying clothes and fixing up the damaged wall. (added: 26 Oct 2019)
Part 7 Seth and Gunny go out to a bar and meet Seth’s friends, but the night doesn’t go quite as planned. (added: 10 Jul 2021)
Part 8 Seth and Gunny go on a camping trip to the deep woods where the isolation intensifies their bond. (added: 17 Jul 2021)
Part 9 Gunny never expected his relationship with Seth to be anything more that giving the man structure and sex, but his own feelings are forcing him to face whether he can change enough for him and Seth to truly be together. (added: 18 Sep 2021)
Part 10 A little excitement at a diner leads to some serious passion for Seth and Gunny. (added: 14 May 2022)
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Part 1

My name’s Seth, and this is my story. I’m 26 and decent looking (or at least I think). Short hair (left over from my Marine days) and a decent build (also left over from my Marine days). Although I admit I’m starting to develop a little bit of a beer gut. I work from home as a commuter geek, which is all to say that I have a lot of time on my hands as my job is not that hard. Answer a few emails, a few calls, and just follow the manual for their machine. If it still wasn’t fixed, send them to level 2, done! I live on the outskirts of town in a small home that I rent that has a little bit of land to it. After I got out of the corps I wanted a nice quiet life and ended up here in the south. I’m originally from Jersey suburbs surrounded by nosy neighbors so this is a nice change for me.

It was a standard Friday night, which usually involved me sitting at home watching some tv and sipping on a cold beer. This evening, however, I got a call from a few friends, John and Ben, who wanted to have a night on the town… I hated nights on the town because they always involved my friends getting a little too drunk and going off with whatever fresh piece of meat they found that night and me getting stuck with the tab, but I decided to go anyway as it was a while since I actually left the apartment.

Finished my beer and got dressed. I knew it was gonna be a long night. It always was with them. I decided to wear a pair of my old wrangler jeans, they were the most comfortable and I figured if I had to put up with their drunk asses that I would at least be comfortable while I did it. I put on a plain plaid shirt and decided against any cologne. I was 5’11” and still looked pretty good. I had that bit of a beer gut going on but didsn’t bother me. “Approaching that dad bod status,” I chuckled to myself. I was never one to get real flashy, didn’t like all the attention that came with it.

We decided to go to this little hole in the wall bar, for which I was thankful. I hated those dance clubs with loud music where you needed to scream into someone’s ear just to have a conversation. It was a small place called Lucky’s, it had a dirt parking lot and an old wooden sign that had definitely seen better days. As usual, I was the first one there, John and Ben having made being late an art form. I decided to walk into the bar. Much like the outside there wasn’t much to see: a few dart boards on the walls and pictures of nights long ago. Right in front of me was the bar with a few tables spread out across the floor, except for a square space that I imagined was used for a dance floor. There were a few people already here sitting at the bar. They looked like they had been there for years.

I walked over to the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender introduced himself as Jack and gave me a nice firm handshake.


“So what brings you out tonight?” Jack asked.

“Nothing much. My buddies wanted to go out and forced me out. Just thankful this isn’t some night club that would leave me with a pounding headache before I had a drink.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you’re not gonna find that around here.” He handed me my beer. “That one is on me,” he said as he walked away.

As I moved away I could see him checking me out. “Shit” I said under my breath. I knew John and Ben were gay and it didn’t bother me. I had gone out with them before to gay bars and it was okay. I mean, they made great wingmen. Although that hadn’t helped me seal the deal much recently, and by recently, I mean over 6 months. John and Ben did make it easier to talk to women, but that’s about where it ended. I could tell tonight was not gonna be my lucky night, even if the place was called Lucky’s.

I found a dimly lit table out of the way although I didn’t think that would matter; it didn’t seem like this place would get very crowded anyway. It was almost 11:30 by the time John and Ben decided to show up. The bar had a few people in it now and the music got turned up a bit but it still wasn’t what I would call crowded.

I waved John and Ben over to the table where I was sitting. “Hey guys, took you long enough to get here.”

“Oh shut up, Seth, I had to get cute,” said Ben. Ben was a 5’8” bean pole. John made fun of him for it and called him a twink. He was wearing skin-tight jeans that were bedazzled on the back pockets and a black fishnet shirt. He was the youngest one out of all of us at 23. He was handsome, I guess. Older men seemed to like him quite a bit. He had dirty blond hair and a soft round face. I don’t think he could grow facial hair if he tried. His shirt left nothing to the imagination and I could see his small perky nipples against his flat chest.

“Ben, why did you bother putting on a shirt at all? I’ve seen strippers wear more clothing.”

“Well, it’s not for you, Seth, it’s for all the hungry men around you.”

I just snickered and sipped my beer.

I was two shots of whiskey and three beers in at this point. I had a nice buzz going on. I asked against my better judgment, “If Ben’s a twink, what the hell does that make you, John?”

Ben looked at me and said, “A has-been.” John scowled at Ben. I just laughed. If anything they were good entertainment.

“I’m what the community calls a bear.” John was a decent looking guy, about 6’ and a little bit bigger than most but wore it well. He was 30 years old and had a nice beard going. He wore a light button down that was open up to expose his hairy chest.

“I’m afraid to ask,” I said.

He pulled up his shirt, exposing his very hairy torso. “Jesus Christ, John, folks could get lost in there,” I teased, pulling back a bit. “That’s disgusting.” He had the thickest and darkest hair on his chest and stomach I had ever seen in my life and that was saying something.

John laughed. “You know you love it.”

I raised my beer. “Hey if it works for you,” I said, and took a sip. “So. If you’re a twink,” I went on, pointing at Ben with my beer, “and you’re a bear,” now with my bottle pointing at John, “What does that make me?”

John and Ben both look at each other. Ben spoke up first. “I don’t know. Why don’t you stand up and lift that shirt up?”

I chuckled. “You just wanna see me shirtless don’t you?”

“Not the point. You want to know or not?” Ben said jokingly.

I finished my beer and stood up and lifted my shirt up with one hand to my chest. “There. Ya happy?” I laughed out loud. I could see the bartender look over and give me a wink.

“Otter,” Ben said instantly. “You agree John?”

“Yup, definitely an otter.”

I sat back down. “You guys got too many names,” I said laughing. “I’m so glad I’m not gay—I would be so lost.”

We continued to bullshit at the table for another hour. Before I knew it, the bar started to get crowded. Looks like I was wrong about it being a slow kind of place, but at least it wasn’t loud. Both John and Ben took to the dance floor as they saw their target for the night.

I walked to the bar to get another beer, but when turned back to walk words the table and a group of people nabbed it. “Shit.” I just took a seat at the bar.

It was almost 1 a.m. when I looked at the dance floor and John and Ben both gave me the signal. I raised my beer and smirked at them. “At least they’re getting some tonight,” I said under my breath watching as they gathered their things and walked out of the bar.

The bartender came back around. “I guess your friends left.”

“Yeah, It was their turn to get some tail,” I said.

“What? Nothing here that strikes your fancy?” Jack asked.

I laughed. “Not really. I’m partial to the female persuasion.”

Jack laughed. “Well, shoot. Oh well, had to ask, you know?”

By this time I was pretty drunk and gave him an overexaggerated wink as I raised my beer to my lips.

He smiled and jokingly punched me in my shoulder. “Tease.”

The bar started to die down after a while as people started to pair off and leave. I looked around the room and I saw this guy walk in.

Dude looked like he just came straight from a construction site. He was wearing a pair of worn out jeans with what looked like concrete and dirt stains down the front of them. The steel toe of his boots was clearly exposed and the boots were covered in orange dirt. The worn red plaid sleeves of his button-down were rolled up exposing his tanned skin. Hell, he still a tape measure attached to his waistband. He looked like one of those Greek gods in the doorway—he had to be at least 6’2 and I would say he was probably in his early 30’s and in very fine shape. His biceps and triceps were huge and had some hair covering them. He almost looked like a gorilla with all the muscle and hair. He had a well-shaped beard without a hair out of place, not too long but I could tell it was dense from here. He wore a grey fitted baseball cap that clearly never left his head. Even in the dark room, you could see the sweat stains on the brim where it met his forehead. The fabric on the front of the brim was starting to wear exposing what was inside. His eyes were a deep blue that really stuck out form his light tan complexion. Actually it was a little redder than tan. He was clearly balding under that hat—I could see the shine from here. “At least I’m not the only one,” I thought to myself.

The man sat next to me at the bar. “Seth,” I said, and offered my hand for a handshake.

“Derek,” he said in a deep gravelly voice tinged with a southern accent. I gave him the firmest handshake I could, meaning it as a sign that I wasn’t interested in him. He smirked and waved the bartender down.

“What you having,” asked Jack.

“Double shot of whiskey with a beer chaser.”

“Comin’ right up.”

“Hard day?” I ask.

“You know how it is, same shit different day.”

The bartender came back and set Derek’s drinks down in front of him. He downed the double and took a sip of his beer. I could smell his sweat. It wasn’t anything new to me after being in the Marine and working out with large groups of men. It was something that I had gotten used to long ago, although he smelt a little different. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I could tell that his chest was staining the buttons on his shirt. This dude must be ripped, I couldn’t see an ounce of fat on him. I looked down at my growing dad bod. I was feeling a little emasculated, but didn’t let it show.

“I didn’t know you guy worked so late,” I said, assuming that he worked in construction.

“The foreman is riding my ass to get this project done,” Derek said conversationally. “Typically I don’t, but we have some new kid who can’t tell his ass hole from a hole in the ground. So I’m stuck cleaning up his messes.”

We talked some more. Nothing crazy, mostly talk about our friends and trading crazy stories about drinking and getting drunk. About three doubles and three beers in we were pretty hammered.

I ordered us a double whiskey with a beer back. “Cheers!” Derek toasted, lifting his whiskey. We downed it together.

“I gotta take a piss,” I said. “Where the bathroom in this place?” As I got up I tripped and Derek caught me with his left arm like I was as light as air. I could feel the veins in his forearms and the thick hair that covered them, from days of hard work no doubt.

“All right, buddy, let me help you out,” Derek said, helping me to the back.

“You better not make a mess in there I gotta clean that up,” warned Jack.

I looked up at Derek. He looked like a mountain and seemed to be practically carrying me to the bathroom.

“Guess I’m drunker than I thought,” I said.

“You think?” he chuckled jokingly.

There were only two urinals and Derek propped me up at the first one. I put my forearm on the wall and rested my head on it as I undid my fly. Derek took the one next to me. With no divider, we could easily see each other’s cocks. I was looking down as I was too drunk to stand on my own, or even hold my head up. Derek undid his fly, the dude was huge! At least 10 inches soft and as thick as my forearm. I had seen a lot of dick in my life but this dude’s was by far the largest and thickest. It definitely matched his frame, veiny and thick hair at the base of his shaft. He had a little bit of a bush going on. Jesus, how hairy was this guy? His arms, cock, even his hands were hairy. He puts John to shame, I thought to myself. I got a whiff of his musk again. It was so potent I thought I might pass out.

“Holy shit, Derek, your cock is huge,” I blurted out as we let loose, unable not to say something about it in my inebriated state. “What the hell do you do with that thing? I bet you split women in half,” I joked, looking down at my average 6” cut cock.

“Whatever the hell I want, boy,” Derek said with a smirk as he pissed like a racehorse. “It’s one of the perks of being an alpha male.” He finished whizzing finally and shook the last few drops of piss out his cock.

We got back to the bar and I ordered two more doubles and a beer for both of us.

“All right, gentlemen time for me to close up,” Jack said.

Derek looked at me and asked, “How ya’ gett’n home, boy?”

I was slurring every word out my mouth. “I took a taxi.”

“You’re not going to find one of those this late at night around here,” Jack said.

“Shit,” I said as I finished my beer.

Derek laughed. “I got a sofa if you wanna crash at my place for the night.”

“Aw, man, thanks.”

“All right, my place is just around the block,” he said as he put my arm around his shoulder and his hand on the opposite side to steady me. I could smell his armpits. They were strong, and a little damp. His pit moisture started to dampen my shirt.

“So what did you do before construction?” I asked.

“I was a Gunny in the Marine Corps.”

I laughed. “Semper fi.”

He looked down “You too, I guess,” he said. I could see shimmers of his jet-black beard in the moonlight as we walked the block to his house.

Before I could say anything, we had arrived at his place. It was a small apartment that was pretty empty. Couch, coffee table, and a TV sitting on an entertainment center. The dining room, if you could call it that, had a small table with two chairs that connected an even smaller kitchen to the living room. It was all open and not much of anything else going on. It was almost exactly what I’d have pictured for him.

He plopped me down bodily on the sofa. “Well, thanks for letting me down easy,” I joked.

“Oh, I’m not letting you down,” he said with a smirk.

What an odd thing to say, I thought.

He pulled his boots off and placed them by the door. I guessed the laundry room was right by the front door because he came out wearing just his boxers.

This dude was bigger than I thought he was in the bar. His pecs stuck out from his body, casting a shadow on his abs from the overhead lighting. The skin over them was so tight that his nipples pointed downward. His thick black hair all over his pecks continued down to his 8 pack. The hair got denser in the valleys that his muscles made, which kind of drew my attention. His traps and lats give his body a hard V shape that I was sure all the girls drooled over. His legs and calves were just like the rest of him, huge and hard with a decent amount of hair.

“You mind if I get comfortable, Gunny?” I asked. I could smell his musk all over me from him practically carrying me to his apartment.

“Whatever, man, get comfortable.”

I took off my clothes and left my boxers on. Why did I still smell like him? I must have asked for some water or something because he brought over a bottle and told me to drink. It was water but it had a slightly yellow tint to it. I took a long swig.

“What the hell is in this? It tastes great!”

“It’s got a little bit of my piss in it,” he said as he chuckled.

“You ass, no it doesn’t,” I said as I finished the bottle.

He smiled. “Sure. How’s that, better?” he asked.

“Yeah, thanks,” I said.

“I thought you would like that.” I just nodded. I was so thirsty I didn’t care what I was drinking.

“You aren’t that smart are you boy?” he asked.

It took me a little bit of time to pick things up, that was true, but I got it in the end… most of the time. When I was in the corps I always found it best to tell gunnys the truth. It was usually a lot less painful in the long run. “Not really Gunny. It takes me a few but I get it done.”

He sat on the coffee table, which I’d have sworn would break under his massive frame but it held steady.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Drunk but pretty good, relaxed,” I said. Why was he asking? I thought. He laid me down on the sofa with the pillow under my head. This was starting to get weird. Then he took both my hands put them over my head. I started to struggle but he simply put his knee on my chest and tied a rope around my wrist and then the leg of the sofa. I struggled and started to kick but it was no use he tied my legs down to at the ankles like he did my wrists.

“What the hell are you doing, Derek?”

There I was my body fully exposed, the little hair on my chest and stomach matted down from sweat struggling to get out of these ropes. He sat there and simply laughed.

“Just relax boy, you’re going to be fine.” Shockingly I believed him and relaxed.

“Wha… what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing. The better question is what do you want me to do with you, boy?” The question startled me because, again, I believed him and somehow I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. All I had to do was say, “Nothing, I just wanna sleep,” and he would have let me.

“I’m straight,” is all that came out.

“How ‘bout this, boy, I’ll ask you a few questions and you can’t lie to me… is that fair? If you do lie to me I’ll give you a beating you’ll never forget.” He held my gaze and asked, “What’s your name?”

I decided to test him to see if he was full as shit. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know, I was drunk. “Rumpelstiltskin,” I said.

He hit me so hard in my ribs I could feel the bruise already forming.

“Wanna try that again, wise ass?”

“Seth, my name is Seth. Goddamit, that hurt.”

I could feel the sting from where he hit me and although it hurt, my cock stirred. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought to myself. Derek didn’t seem to notice. He was looking at my face very intently.

“Did it?” he asked.

“It did but it kinda feels good now.” What…? Why the hell did I say that? What’s wrong with me?

Derek just smiled. He got up and walked to the fridge and pulled out a syringe that was full of some type of fluid.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“No,” I replied.

“Do you care what it is?”

“No.” What why the hell did I say that? Of course I cared… didn’t I?

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” What? All I wanted was to get out of here, or at least I thought I did.

“Once this goes in you, there’s no turning back. Consider that your first and final warning. Do you have any questions, boy?”

I had a ton of questions but I was too drunk to put them in any order. “Why am I saying the opposite of what I want? What the hell does it do?” is all that came out.

“A drunk man tells the sober truth, boy.” He ignored the second question completely “You want it or not, boy?”

“Will it hurt?” What was I saying? I didn’t want whatever was in that thing.


I laid there on his couch just looking up at him for several minutes. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, they were piercing my soul but they also were comforting me.

“Are you happy in your current life?”

“No.” What?!?! Of course I was. I had a nice apartment with an easy job that paid the bills… but I had to admit I was lonely and I had no direction or guidance since I left the corps.

“What did you just think about?” he asked. My face must have given it away I was never very good at keeping my emotions off of my face.

I thought about lying again but decided against it and that it would be better to be as honest with him as he was with me.

“I was thinking how I’m was lonely and that I haven’t had any direction or guidance since I left the corps.”

“What was your rank?”

“Lance Corporal, Gunny.”

“Do you want that back, boy?”

“Want what back, Gunny?”

“Order, discipline, someone to tell you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it?”

“Desperately, Gunny. Everything out here in the civilian sector is bull shit. People do what they want when they want to do it with no common goal. They lie, steal, cheat and are just an all-around pain in the ass to deal with. I want more, I wanna serve something. I want a higher purpose in life. I want an easier life.”

Gunny looked at me with a little bit of pity. “You really are broken aren’t you, boy?”

“Yes, Gunny, I feel as if I haven’t found my place yet.”

“What’s in here will let me transform you, boy. Are you ready for that? I will push you farther than anyone has ever pushed you before. I can give you structure and discipline and as you can see from the bruise on your side I not afraid to put you back in line. I can give you, stability, purpose, and that sense of belong that you have been looking for.”

“Gunny, I liked it when you hit me.” Why the hell did I tell him that? Did I actually like it?

“I know you did, boy, I saw your boxers move.”

“Last question, Gunny, I swear.”

“What, boy?” I could tell he was growing impatient with me.

“Can you untie me, Gunny? I won’t run. I’ll take it willingly.” I swear I’m at a loss where was all this coming from? Have I always felt this way?

Gunny looked at me with a confused look on his face. “Boy, you know if you try to run or put up a fight that you will lose?”

I simply nodded.

He picked up his Bowie knife that was next to him on the table and cut both the ropes to my hands and feet. I wanted to run and scream for help but instead, something inside me just held out my arm.

“I’m ready, Gunny.”

Gunny took it and cleaned a small area of my arm with alcohol and put the syringe in and slowly pushed the plunger all the way down.

“Lay down, boy. I’ll see you in the morning when you wake up.”


Part 2

The next morning I woke up one leg on the floor and my hand interlaced behind my head. Fully remembering what happened last night. I look around and I see, Gunny doing pull-ups on one of those bars in the door frame in his boxers. I watched his lats and biceps flex as he went up and down.

“Morning, Gunny.”

“Morning, boy.” Gunny let go of the bar, making a thud on the floor. “How ya feeling?” he asks.

“Pretty good, Gunny. I must have been really drunk last night! I haven’t slept that good in years.”

I could see his bald head shining from the sweat that he had worked up so far. It was beading down his brow and bare chest as he swept it away with the towel. “Well, walk me through what happened last night nice and slow. That’s an order, boy.” As he said that I felt my mind go blank. “You made a pretty big decision last night, boy.”

“Well, Gunny, I remember the bar and us meeting for the first time, you carrying me to your apartment. You laid me down on the sofa with a pillow under my head. Then you were tying me up?”

“That’s right. Keep going, boy.”

“I remember you asking questions and me lying to one of them and you setting me straight.”

“Speed it up, boy. I ain’t got all day.”

“I remember you injecting me with something and me wanting it, Gunny. You telling me that it would let you change me and get me back to the life I had. The one I miss.”

“How do you feel about your decision now, boy?”

I frowned slightly. “Depends on you, Gunny. Were you full of it? If it’s true, I’m glad I made the decision I did, Gunny. I did feel those things.”

“Do you feel like I lied to you?”


“Good.” He said it with finality.

“So what now, Gunny?”

“Now you listen. You will get up at 04:30 every morning and work out with me. You’ll keep up the best you can while you lose that civilian gut that you have been putting on. You better be here in your PT gear ready to work it off. I don’t wanna hear any bitching.”

“Yes, Gunny,” I said. I felt a tingle of excitement. I hadn’t been motivated to work out since I left the corps, but now that I had Gunny I felt right at home again.

“How much PTO time do you have at work, boy?”

“A shit ton, Gunny. I work on computers from home so I never really take any time off.”

“That’s good to know. How long do you have left on your lease?”

“It’s up next month. Why? Are you looking for a roommate, Gunny?”

“Yeah.” He said it casually, but his eyes were locked with mine.

“Well, all right,” I said. “I only live about a mile from here so it should be an easy move. I don’t have much stuff either.”

“That’s good, boy, you can run to my place in the morning for our workouts.” I nodded. “All right, boy, get on out of here and get your shit together. Start getting rid of the shit you don’t need and pack up the stuff you do. Do you still have your PT gear from the corps?

“I still have all my gear, Gunny, but I don’t think it will fit anymore. I may have some gear from when I first joined that might fit. Don’t know if you noticed but I’m not exactly in regs anymore,” I added wryly as I jiggled my stomach with my hands. I wasn’t fat but definitely out of regs.

“Yes, I can see that… You better be able to fit in your PT gear by tomorrow morning. That’s an order, boy.”

“Yes, Gunny!”

I got dressed and started to walk out the door.

“Hold on a minute there, boy. I can’t let you leave my house looking like that. Go to the bathroom and sit on the edge of the tub in your skivvies. Be there in a minute.”

I did as Gunny ordered and sat on the tub in my skivvies. Gunny walked in still sweating from his work out. He went under the sink and grabbed his hair trimmers. “Imma give you a cut that will at least make that part of you in regs.”

I nodded in agreement. Gunny turned on the hair cutters and started to give me a high and tight. I could feel his sweat dripping on my face. He smelt amazing, his strong musk. This was the smell of a real man I thought. I had hope that one day I could have that same musk. “What are you thinking ‘bout, boy?” he asked.

“Nothing, Gunny. I can just smell your musk and I like it. I was hoping that one day I could smell like that. I hope it’s something I can earn. It’s just what I would imagine a man should smell like.”

“That’s right, boy. That smell is the smell of an alpha. It the smell of hard work and manual labor. I’m not gonna lie to you, boy, you will go through a lot to get to smell like this. You sure you want that?”

“Fuck yeah, Gunny. I’ll do whatever it takes! I want to have as much power as you do one day.”

He put his hand on my face and I could feel his calluses. They were rough but I found it comforting. If anyone could turn me into what I wanted to be, it would be him.

As he continued giving me my high and tight I could see his dick through the slit in his boxers. I was getting a whiff every time the fabric moved.

“Fuck, Gunny, you’re packing a lot of heat in there. You could kill a girl with that if you put it in her.”

“That a problem, boy?”

“Not for me, Gunny. I guess it fits the rest of you,” I said as I chuckled.

God, he smelt good. I wanted to smell just like him. Watching his abs bulge and flex as he moved around me with the hair clippers. I found myself leaning in to get a better whiff of his musk. He moved the clippers to the back of my head and pulled my head forward till my forehead touched his cock through his boxers. The smell was so strong it was intoxicating. I could feel his pubes pushing out the slit on his boxers. I was tempted to stick my tongue out and lick his cock. Wait—have I always wanted to do that? My dick seemed to answer that for me and started to grow in my boxers. It was full-on raging in a matter of seconds. It small compared to Gunny’s thick monster but still a respectable cut 6-er with decent girth.

Gunny was done giving me my hair cut and turned the clippers off. He looked down to me. “There you go bo… What the hell is that, boy? You see something that primed your pump?”

“No, Gunny! Just thinking about the last girl that I had, Gunny.”

He knew I was lying. “What have I told you about lying, boy?”

“Not to, Gunny,” I said sheepishly.

“I have to punish you now you know that, boy.”

I simply nodded.

“Your dick, if you can call it that, is 2” on a good day now, boy. An’ keep girls out your mind. You have a lot of work to do before you can even think about being with someone. Look at yourself, boy, that’s an order,” he added as he hoisted me to my feet to look in the mirror. “You look like the Pillsbury dough-boy right now.” He smacked my stomach and we watched it jiggle a little bit, which caused the licking that he gave me last night to sting. It was right then when I felt like my skivvies had more room in them.

“Go ahead, boy. Check out what you got now.” He pushed me back down to the edge of the tub.

I pulled down my skivvies now sitting on the edge of the tub again and just looked up at him in amazement. I couldn’t understand what had just happened. I knew Gunny said he could change me after the shot that he gave me, but I didn’t realize he meant everything! The only thing that came out of my mouth was, “You’re right of course, Gunny, I apologize, but how did you do that?”

“You have a hard time listening doncha, boy? I told you that that shot would let me change ya. You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you?”

“I told you that, Gunny. I’m not very good with words and thoughts and stuff. Unless it’s my job then imma be alr’ght.” Following his orders, that was last time I thought about women ever.

“Do you even care about that thing in your skivvies anymore, boy”

“Not really, Gunny. I haven’t used it in over 6 months.”

Gunny just laughed and turned around and grabbed his straight razor and changed out the blade. He grabbed the shaving cream and lathered up my face.

“We’ll get you back in reg in no time, boy, don’t you worry,” he informed me as he pushed me down back on the edge of the bathtub. He went to go put the blade to my face and it gently touched my face with it and then pulled back. “You trust me, boy?”

“With my life, Gunny. And anythin’ else I got,” I said as I looked up at him with the most serious face I could muster.

Gunny smirked and started to shave my face. I could feel the blade against my face cutting what little facial hair I had. Gunny grabbed my now baby smooth chin and I could feel his rough hands. I closed my eyes as he moved my head to make sure every inch of my face matched my chin. Feeling the power in his hands keeping my face steady and moving me to where he wanted me was exhilarating. I had never felt anything like that in my life. All while still breathing in his musk, he continued to glide the blade over my skin till it was baby smooth.

“You all right, boy? What ya’ smelling?”

“I just love how you smell, Gunny. The way your rough hands move me to where you want me to go.”

He laughed. “There you go, boy.” He gave me a few love taps on my cheek. “Back in regs.”

“Thanks for looking out for me, Gunny.”

“Now get the hell out of here. I got work to do.”

I decided to jog home instead of taking a taxi, because I knew it would make my Gunny proud. After I’d jogged a ways I looked back to see Gunny smiling out a window.

I got home in shitty time—It took me about 30 minutes to jog home. “God you’re out of shape, boy,” I said to myself. I went to the bedroom and stripped my close off and looked in the mirror. I looked at my cock it was a pathetic 2”. God, what I wouldn’t give for a cock like Gunny’s. I decided there was no use in worrying about it. I hadn’t used it in half a year or more anyway. I walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. I thought about Gunny’s muscles and his hairy body. Sadly, I had a little hair in the center of my chest and down my belly but the rest was smooth—nothing like what Gunny had. His hair was dark and thick, especially where his muscles created the deepest valley I had ever seen between his pecs. His 8 pack clearly defined from all sides. God, how I wanted to be like Gunny.

I hopped in the shower, and the hot water felt good on my sore muscles. I washed up quickly and stepped out. Drying off with a towel from the rack. I could still smell him, which caused my 2-inch cut cock to get hard again. I paid it no mind. Besides, I didn’t mind smelling like Gunny anyway—it meant I was on my way to being like him.

I started packing up my stuff like Gunny said, which was easy as I didn’t have much around my place anyway. To be honest I was pretty much done in by afternoon. I had no pictures or piles of furniture. My apartment was about as bare as Gunny’s with the exception of my laptop. I had some food and decided to hit the rack early.

I woke up exactly at 04:30. I had forgotten to set an alarm last night but it looked like I didn’t need it anyway. I picked up a few of my PT shorts and looked at the sizes. They all said medium except for a couple of larges. I picked one of them and slowly started to pull them up, and as I did so I could feel my body changing. The waistband stretched to the max but I got them on. I found two large PT shirts and pulled one of them on over my head. It barely touched the stretched waistband as my stomach pushed out the shirt. I laced up my shoes and started my run to Gunny’s.

It took 20 minutes and I hoped Gunny wouldn’t rip me a new one. As I walked up Gunny’s gravel driveway I noticed a truck parked near the garage. Gunny opened the door as I was catching my breath.

“You’re slow, boy. You need to pick up the pace next time.”

“Yes, Gunny, I’m sorry,” I said as I tried to catch my breath.

“Don’t be sorry, fix the problem.”

“That your truck, Gunny?”

“Yeah, that’s my baby,” he proudly stated.

It was a nice truck, it reminded me of, Gunny in every way. It looked powerful, rough, and strong. It was an old Dodge Ram. It wasn’t shiny or anything like that. It was covered in the same orange dirt as his boots, and there was a little bit of mud on the doors and side windows. It had some dings and scratches but radiated power.

“She’s nice, Gunny. Hope you don’t expect me to do that same amount of work that she does,” I said jokingly.

“Damn right she is—and no, boy, I expect more out of ya’. Now let’s get to work. Drop!”

I instantly dropped to the pushup position and held it. Gunny dropped in front of me so that we face each other. “That’s pretty good, boy. How long you been out the corps?”

“Just over two years, Gunny.”

“Down! Good to know you still know how to follow instructions. Up!”

We did 20 pushups before I started to break a sweat. My sweat dripping on to the driveway, and gravel digging into my hands.

I caught Gunny staring at me. “That’s good, boy, I figured you would bitch about the gravel in your hands. Make’n me proud, boy. Step it up. Double time!”

My arms and core were already sore and I could feel the stinging in my hand from the gravel breaking the skin on my hands. I did 50 pushups to his 100, even with him stopping and wait for me to catch up staring at each other as we did them.

“Let’s go, boy, I ain’t got all day! On your back!”

I flipped over and the gravel started to dig into my back.

“Hands across your chest, boy. Don’t tell me you forgot how to do a sit up!” As he yelled his spit and sweat sprayed my face.

“No, Gunny!”

He put his knees on my feet to make sure they don’t move. “Up!”

I instinctively went back down after my elbows hit my knees. “Did I say go down? Fucking hold it! Holddd ittt! Down, up!” He then started fucking with the timing, forcing me to listen or mess up. I did 30 before I collapsed on my back.

“Comm’n, boy, give me 10 more. Make me proud. You wanna make me proud, don’t ya, boy?”

“Yes, Gunny!” I screamed.

I looked up and there something in his eyes telling me I could do it… for him. His beautiful deep blue eyes, the sweat dripping from his brow… He was full of strength and power but there was something more, a kindness. God, he was so hot!

What? Hot? Was I falling for,Gunny?

Yes, Gunny!” I blew the 10 out easily.

Gunny smiled down at me. “Making me proud, boy!” he said as he was helping me up. He put me under his arm, rubbing my sweat-soaked head with his other hand.

“Thanks, Gunny!”

“My turn, boy.”

Gunny and I traded places. He started without any instruction and blew out fifty as I stared at him in amazement. I could see his sweat wetting his shirt making a dark “V” on his chest and spots forming under his arms. His shirt started to stick to him, showing off his chest and abs. I looked down and noticed that his shorts were starting to ride up his thighs. Oh god… is he not wearing any underwear? I looked closer and I couldsee the tip of his uncut cock—halfway down his thigh. It looked as thick as a soda can!

“You see something you like, boy?” he said as he continued his sit-ups.

Shit, he caught me. “No, Gunny!” he stopped in the up position. He seems unpleased.

“What have I told you about lying to me, boy?”

Shit, I think to myself. “I mean… yes, Gunny.”

He looks me dead in the eyes and grabs my chin with his hand. “That is the second time you have lied to me. Make it the last lie you ever tell me. That’s an order. You hear me, boy?” he said in a calm but stern voice.

“Yes, Gunny,” I said subserviently.

“I will never judge you for wanting what you want, boy. I know I can be hard on you and it will get much harder, trust me. You will get your beatings of course and I will give them to you swiftly. I’ll never tell you to keep your eyes to yourself but you can never lie to me again do you hear me?”

“Yes, Gunny.”

He let go of my chin and patted me on the cheek twice. “Good, boy. Now let’s go for that run. You will keep up with me, you hear me? Step for step. That’s an order.” I nodded. “We are gonna do a cool two miles. Step for step, right, boy?”

“Step for step, Gunny.” I felt a tingling feeling in my legs, core, and back. “Hey, Gunny, what you just said—did… did that change me?

He put me under his arm again and I can smell his armpits and feel his sweat drench my shoulder. “Yes, boy. I will help mold you to where you wanna be where I know you can be, and most importantly where I want you to be.”

“Where you want me to be, Gunny?” For the first time, it seemed like Gunny didn’t know what to say as he looked down at me under his arm. “It’s okay, Gunny. We can take this slow. This is all new to me too.” I could see the sigh of relief in his eyes.

He patted me on the cheek again. “Good boy. Now, shirts off. You’ve earned a little bit of eye candy. Maybe it will help you keep up.” I watched Gunny take off his shirt. His dark hair shinning from the sweat, watching beads from his chest down his abs.

God, what I would do to lick him clean right now. “Thank you, Gunny. It definitely helps.”

Gunny smiled. “Yours too, boy. You’re not the only one who wants something nice to look at.” I peeled my shirt off my body, exposing a subtle 4 pack.

“That’s my good boy. Now keep up!” Gunny ran out the driveway with a smile. I watched his back and ass muscles react to his demands as I bolted after him.

About a mile in, we started playing around with each other—gently nudging each other, me passing him, him passing me back, that kind of thing. We were laughing as we kept up an 11-minute mile pace.

We got back to Gunny’s house and he waved as he broke off. “Go home and stretch to cool down, then get to work, boy. Put on some speed for your last mile. Be back here at 18:00. If I’m not home let yourself in!”

“Yes, Gunny!” I yelled back as I pushed myself to pick up the pace.

I got home and did as Gunny instructed. After my cool-down stretch I passed the mirror and saw my faint 4 pack. “Thanks, Gunny,” I said quietly to myself. I took a shower and scrubbed down, letting the water hit my body as I closed my eyes and thought about Gunny running next to me. My now cut 2-incher sprang to life. “All right you, that’s enough, calm down,” I thought to myself. Wait, am I gay?

I got out of the shower and dried off. I turned around quickly. “Gunny?” I took a look around and there was no one there, but I could smell something that almost smelled like Gunny’s musk. I lifted up my arms and took a deep whiff. I smelled like him more than I did yesterday.

I closed my eyes and started to think about what had happened today, and in particular about seeing Gunny’s soft 10 inches and his stunning, hairy body. My cock started to shoot cum without my even touching it.

I said quietly out loud, “I’m gay… gay for Gunny…”

My phone went off. 07:00—time for work.


Part 3

I put on some raggedy old clothes, baggy on me now but comfortable, and pack up my laptop just in case. I was on call tonight anyway and made my way to Gunny’s. I get to his house at about 17:30 and let myself in like he said. I decided to take a walk around since I’m not trashed. The laundry room was right there to my left when I walked in and the bathroom across the hall where, Gunny put me back in regs. I Continued walking down the hall to the living room where I slept the night before and put my laptop down. I moved to the door at the end of the hall and opened it. It was, Gunny’s bedroom nothing much there either, a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room with two end tables with lamps. A dresser at the foot of the bed with a small tv sitting on top of it. The bed was made and everything was where it should be. “I haven’t seen a bedroom like this in a while,” I thought to myself. I saw Gunny’s laundry basket and decided to walk over and open it. Gunny’s PT gear was right on top. I couldn’t help myself and picked it up to put it to my face. “God, Gunny, how did you smell so good.” I put my face in where, Gunny’s crotch would go and breathed in deeply. The PT shorts were still damp from this morning’s workout.

I was still smelling Gunny’s shorts when I heard his truck pull up. I quickly put everything back exactly as it was. As Gunny was walking in the door I was facing the bedroom door silently closing it behind me and turned around to, Gunny staring at me.

“What you doing, boy?” As he stood in the doorway wearing the same outfit I saw him at the bar while closing the door behind him without breaking eye contact with me.

I froze in my tracks and the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “I don’t want to lie to you, Gunny, I just don’t know if I’m ready yet. Give me some time, Gunny?”

Gunny just nodded as he takes off his vest and boots. “All right, boy, in your own time.” He walked to the laundry room and got down to his boxers.

I walked to the living room and took off my shoes as Gunny grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. “Hey, Gunny, you mind if I get comfortable?”

“I prefer it, boy.”

I nodded and took off my shirt in one swift motion. I noticed Gunny staring at me. “You see something you like, Gunny, or just admiring your handiwork?” I watched the monster in his boxers stir a little and he gave me a once over. I had already started to take my pants off by the time he responded.

“Little bit of both, boy. How’s that bruise on your side, boy?” he asked as he sipped his beer.

My mouth went completely dry. I finished taking off my pants and folded them and my shirt and put them on the end table.

“It’s all right. Hey, Gunny, why don’t I cook us up some grub.”

“Sounds good, boy.”

I walked to the kitchen and look through the fridge to see what Gunny had to work with. He sat on the side of the couch closest to the dining room, allowing him to see the whole kitchen. He spread his right arm over the back of the sofa and rested his beer on the armrest. I decided to make some grilled chicken and rice. Getting what I needed out of the fridge and putting it on the counter, I realized Gunny hadn’t turned on the TV and I turned to look at him. He was just there staring at me sipping his beer. I got the impression that he hadn’t let his eyes leave my body since I started.

“Hey, Gunny, how’s your beer?”

“Almost out. Why, you wanna bring me another one?”

“Yeah, Gunny, I do.”

“You tryin’ to get me drunk, boy?”

“Maybe it’ll make it easier.”

“Easier for who, boy?”

“Me, Gunny.”

“Then you’re gonna need something stronger than a few beers, boy. Cabinet above the stove.”

I grabbed the only bottle in there and read: “Bulleit barrel strength straight bourbon whiskey.”

“Make it a triple and bring the bottle.”

I poured his drink and walked it over and put the bottle down, grabbing his empty beer bottle. Gunny leaned forward and placed his free hand on my faint 4-pack. It caused every hair in my body to stand on end. He quickly pulled his hand away as if he got an electric shock. I handed him the glass.

“You okay, Gunny?”

“This is for you,” he said, as he downed the full glass. I pour him another triple and he raised one eyebrow at me. “Boy, I haven’t been drunk around you yet. I’m not sure you are ready for that.” I just stood there and stared at him and nodded to the glass. “Remember you did this, boy,” he added as he took the glass and raised it in the air and drinks it down.

I poured him another triple and walked away as he was shaking his head and started dinner. He quickly recovered and laid back into the couch, resting the glass on the armrest. I started to cook dinner as we each pondered where this night would lead. I heard the bottle pop open again as I started plating. I set the table and nodded for Gunny to come sit.

He grabbed his glass but left the bottle. He stumbled a little as he took the four steps to the table and set his glass down. I brought both our plates out and set the bigger portion in front of him. Gunny put his arms on the table and surrounded his plate with his arms and nodded his head to the cabinet where I got the glass and the bottle.

Gunny slurred a bit, “Get another glass and the bottle, boy.”

I got up and did as I was told. I handed him the bottle.

He opened it and poured a triple and put it in front of me. I looked at him and I could see in his eyes he wanted to say something but was working up the nerve. The tension in the room was strong as I downed the glass. He poured another triple and capped the bottle.

We ate our meals in silence, not looking up from our plates. We both finished dinner and I cleared the plates from the table. Gunny filled up our glasses again to doubles.

“A’right, boy, I’m trashed. What were you doing in my room?”

I looked at my glass, fully aware that I was already drunk, and downed it. “I was in your laundry basket and put your dirty PT shorts on my face so I could smell your musk,” I slurred and waited for a response.

“I see,” was all, Gunny was able to get out.

“Gunny, I went home today and showered and I thought about our work out and you shaving me and I came without touching myself. I’m not gay, Gunny, but I think I’m gay for you and I love the control you have over every part of me.”

Gunny looked at his glass and downed it and nodded to the bottle. I poured us both another.

“You have to know that I didn’t tell you to be gay for me,” he slurred.

“I know, Gunny, but your musk, the gravelly power of your voice, the heat of your body, the depth of your eyes I can’t help but fall for you. You have given me purpose, the stability and discipline you give my life is intoxicating.” I sighed and finished my drink. “I would take a bullet for you, Gunny and not think twice, I think I lo…”

He put his hand over my face. “Don’t, we’re drunk. I enjoy the power that I have over you, a lot more than I should.”

“Gunny, I get out of the shower and I swear I can smell you. I swear I’m starting to smell like you. I want to be claimed by you. I don’t even know what that means but I want it.”

“Are you sure you are ready to commit to me? Don’t answer now. I just wanna tell you what that means.” He finishes his drink. “You will be mine to do as I please. You won’t be some mindless drone—you’ll still be you, but you will be mine in every sense of the word. You’ll act like me, talk like me, even smell like me, and eventually, I’ll make you the perfect…” He took a long pause. “You will be my perfect mate, in every way.”

My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest and I just stared into his beautiful crystal blue eyes. I was speechless. After a long pause and a few awkward moments I murmured, “I understand, Gunny.”

Gunny stood up, walked to the bedroom and got naked as I sat at the table thinking about what just happened. All the sudden I heard Gunny whistle and I knew instinctively he wanted me naked in his bed. I got up and wobbled to Gunny’s bedroom. I took off my skivvies and climbed into bed with him. Fearfully I pushed my back up against him, unaware what was to come but knowing I wanted to be closer to him.

Gunny whispered in my ear, “It won’t happen tonight, boy, don’t worry.” The he rolled on to his back.

I rolled over and laid my head on his mountain of a chest, hearing every beat of his heart, every breath he took. He put his powerful arm under my neck, wrapping his arm around my back and places the other one behind his head as I ran my hand through his thick dark chest hair. Exploring the forest on his abs, not daring to go below the waist. I could smell the hard day he had from under his arm and I must have stopped rubbing him because he turned to look at me.

“What’s wrong, boy?”

“I… I can smell you, Gunny. It’s… It’s strong.”

He turned to head back and closed his eyes. “Does that bother you, boy?”

“Not at all, but… I’m scared, Gunny, I’m scared to finish that sentence, Gunny.”

He rubbed my back with his arm. “Let’s add a rule, boy. No secrets and no more hesitation about telling me how you’re feeling. I’ll never punish you for how you feel, boy.”

“It makes me want more. I just wanna bury my face in your pits, and…” I hesitated, thinking about Gunny’s new rule. “… taste them.”

Gunny just opened his one eye and looked at me and put a crooked smile on his face. “You’re gonna be a little dirty pig, aren’tcha you, boy?”

“I don’t know, Gunny. I’ve never felt like this and I definitely never wanted to do that to anyone before.”

“It’s okay, boy… I am. Go ahead an’ enjoy yourself but not too much. It’s late and we have an early day tomorrow.”

I buried my face in his moist pit and inhaled deeply as my hand squeezed his immovable pec. He smelled so good, if raw power and masculinity had a smell this is what it would smell like. I stuck my tongue out and licked from his side to his arm, tasting what a real man tastes like for the first time, desperately trying to squeeze his rock-hard pec. Gunny just grunted in pleasure. I put my head back on his chest and started rubbing his chest and abs as I drifted off to sleep.


Part 4

I looked down at the boy laying on me, snoring away without a care in the world. Fuck! I think to myself as I take my free hand and rub it down my face hard, not wanting to let go of my boy. Geez. “My boy”? Shit, I’m in trouble. How did this happen? It’s been two fucking days. Two days!

I thought back to that workout watching my boy change right in front of me. God I could have taken him right there. The control that I have over him I have never had anyone give to me so fully and so quickly. How could someone give himself up to someone else like that so willingly, especially after such a short time?

Could this boy be the one? Will he let me push him to where I want him…? Will he do what the others before him refused to do? I hadn’t really used my powers on him, at least not to the fullest. Changing his physical appearance was easy, but what about the rest of it? Will I need to force him to do the things that others wouldn’t? If I do… what would be the repercussions of that? Will there be any? I had so many unanswered questions.

I looked over at the clock. Shit, it’s 0100. I decided that as t was now Monday I would send him on his way in the morning and tell him to work out during the week on his own and come back to my place on Friday to see how we do apart for the week. It’s only been two days. How hard could it be. We couldn’t be that connected. Could we be?

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I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in, with Gunny’s arm around me and me laying on his chest. I started to run my hands over his powerful, hairy body. All of a sudden, Gunny woke up and in a flash, he was straddling me with the back of his Bowie knife along his forearm and the blade pressed firmly against my throat. I could feel the cold steel puncture my skin, and a drop of blood fall down my neck. He stayed there for a minute while I looked up at him in amazement.

“If it will make you happy, Gunny,” was all I could say.

Gunny just looked at me with surprise. “I could have killed you, boy.”

I quickly replied, “You could have, but you wouldn’t.”

“You aren’t ever gonna tell me no or stop me from doing what I want to you are you?”

“No.” It was just the truth.

He turned to look at the clock (it said 0430), the cold steel still pressed to my throat, and looked back at me… The expression on his face told me his mind was made up. About what I don’t know, but it was very clear that whatever internal debate he’d been having with himself was now put to rest.

Gunny leaned down, putting his free hand on my head, and kissed me passionately. I could feel his tongue in my mouth so I did the same. This was the first time I kissed a guy and I felt his morning stubble against my face. I put a hand on his smooth head and the other on his back, feeling all the peeks and valleys of his back.

He broke the kiss and slowly removed the blade from my throat. “Damn, boy,” he said as he pulled away. He put the knife back under his pillow and sat on the edge of the bed.

I got on my knees behind him and wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear. “That was my first time, Gunny.”

Gunny chuckled. “Your first time kissing a dude and you had a knife to your throat. That’s something you won’t soon forget, is it.”

“I didn’t care about the knife, Gunny. I knew you would never hurt me—at least permanently. I just cared about your lips on mine.”

Gunny got up and put his boxers on. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or if you’re fucking with me, boy.”

“I meant what I said last night, Gunny. I didn’t say those things because I didn’t mean them, I said them because I needed to say them… to you.”

Gunny put both hands on his face and then dropped them to his side. “I not sure how much longer I can hold back, boy. If we keep doing this there is going to be no turning back. You will never be able to walk away from me. You will never be able to survive on your own again.”

I look at him dead in the eyes. “Oh no…” I said in the most sarcastic voice I had.

He just smiled at me. “Boy…” His face turned serious. “Listen, boy, it’s Monday. I want you to go back to your apartment. We are going to skip our workouts today and the rest of the week. In fact, I don’t want us to talk or see each other all week.”

“Wha…? Why…?”

Gunny put his hand over my mouth. “You will go back to your old life this week. You will think of me and everything that we have done together. You will ask yourself if this is what you really want for the rest of your life because there is no CTRL + Z. No freedom no choice at all, not in what you eat, drink, do or think. You at this moment have more freedom then I would give you if we continued this. If you say yes to all of these things then you will sell everything you don’t need—car, furniture, anything at all. Anything that you can’t sell you will throw away. Whatever is left you’ll put in boxes and bring them over by 1800 hours on Friday. If you come back you will belong to me in every way, mind, body, and soul. There will be nothing else left that would be yours. It will all belong to me. Most of all, you. You would belong to me.”

I got dressed and pulled my laptop bag over my shoulder. I opened the door and turned around to look at Gunny. He was standing there with his arms folded over his chest in loose-fitting blue striped boxers. The golden sunlight coming in from the windows just kissing his skin making him look like he was sent from the heavens. I walked out with my head down and slowly walked home.

I thought about what Gunny had said. Was I ready for that was I ready to give up all that had for him? Was I ready to devote my life to him and only him? Did he really mean what he said? No freedom? No choice, just his will?

Before I knew it, I was at the house. I must have lost track of time because it was just after 0630. I sat on the couch and opened my laptop and started work early. Then it was 1700. I had been on autopilot the whole day. I decided to call it quits and close my laptop. I walked to the kitchen and open the fridge and grabbed a slice of leftover pizza and a cold beer. I stood in the kitchen while my mind went back to what Gunny had told me, thinking about the choice I had to make soon.

I had finished the pizza and downed the last few sips of the beer and decided that I would take a shower. I walked to the bathroom and stripped my clothes off. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror looking at my faint four-pack. I put my hands on my stomach. I could still smell Gunny. “Damn it, Gunny,” I murmured appreciatively. I hopped in the shower and cleaned my body and though I hoped to clear my head, too, it didn’t work. I turned the water off and dried myself with a big towel. Walking to the bedroom with the towel around my waist I checked the clock. 2100. I decided to go to bed, but my mind was mind racing. Finally, I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning at 0700 and again went through the day on autopilot. It was just after 1600 when I closed my laptop and sat there in silence for a minute. “Fuck it.” I opened my laptop and put my car up for sale and anything else I didn’t need. I sent an email to my landlord saying that I was moving out Friday and that he could keep the deposit and could stop by at any time during the week to do the inspection. I also sent an email to my employer asking for the next week off, which was approved.

The rest of the week flew by as people were picking up all the items that I put up for sale. I listed them for incredibly cheap to get rid of them. By Friday I was left with 3 boxes of clothes and just my laptop and book bag. I picked up the 3 boxes and put on the backpack and, leaving the key on the counter, I walked out, closing the door behind me.

I walked to Gunny’s carrying everything I had left in the world. I made it to his house in no time, walking in the door just before 1800. I went to the bedroom and opened a few drawers in the dresser to see if there was space for my stuff. To my surprise three drawers on one side were empty. Did Gunny clean these out for me? I put away all my things and hung my book back up behind the door.

I sat on the couch in silence. It was 1830. Where was Gunny? Was he not coming back? Was he joking when I left that day?

It was 1900 by the time I heard his truck pull up the driveway. I got up and stood in the hallway, nervous about what he would say. Gunny walked in, his head down and his fitted cap on his head, and closed the door behind him. He put his hand on the brim of his hat and looked up and stilled as he saw me.

We stood there staring at each other, frozen in place.

“You’re late,” I said. A few minutes went by. I couldn’t take it. “Please say somethin’, Gunny.”

He took his hat and vest off and started to walk towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. I could feel the dampness of his shirt start to soak mine. “I was worried enough you wouldn’t be here when I got home that I had to work up some courage. I am so happy you chose me, boy.”

“I couldn’t think of anything else in the world I wanted more, Gunny.”

“Good boy,” he said as he let me go.

“Gunny, just one question.”

Gunny looked up me confused. “What’s that, boy?”

“When do we start… you know?”

“Fucking?” he said plainly, eyes glinting. “You are a horny li’l boy, aren’t you?”

“Well, kinda. Gunny, when do I start serving you? When do I lose my freedom?”

“Did you do everything that I told you to do, boy?”

“Of course, Gunny.”

“Then you lost it the moment you walked through that door. You’re in for a wild 8-second ride, boy. In the blink of an eye a lot is gonna change for you.”

Before I could say anything, Gunny had pushed me down on my knees in front of him.

“Look at me, boy, that’s an order,” as he crouched down, eyes fixed on mine. “Your cock is now a solid 7 inches soft and uncut. You’re about as hairy as me and now have the same Southern accent I do. Let’s drop your voice down 2 octaves too, you kinda sound like a bitch I used to fuck when you get excited. You have a solid six pack and the chest, arms, and legs to match. The only time you will ever cum again is when I’m cummin’ inside your ass or with my permission.”

I interrupted him. “Oh god, Gunny I don’t know if I’m read—” Just then I felt my whole body start changing and I collapsed on the floor while Gunny crouched there over me, watching me change and smiling the whole time.

“I’m not done yet, boy,” he said, and there was steel in his voice. “When we do anything in public you will act as if we are best buds and nothing more. People will see us as two alpha males, but only you and I will ever know the truth about the nasty dirty bitch you are for me. You will be able to take my cock in your mouth and down your throat without gagging, or suffocating while taking one mean face pounding.” He put his hand on my head and started to stroke it. “When you taste my sweat it will give you a kind of high, dilating your pupils and loosening that hole of yours for my cock. You will just be another dumb country boy who enjoys hard manual labor, country music, big trucks, and most of all my cock. Those are orders, boy.”

A few minutes go by and I get back to my knees feeling myself all over. “Did it…” I heard my voice and stopped.

“Yes, boy, it worked,” he said, as he gave me a love tap on my face. He stood up, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah, and one more thing. You will smell like me. It won’t have the same effects, but it will let others know you have been claimed. That’s the last order for now. Consider that my gift to you—I know you wanted it. Now, boy, how do you feel?”

“Heavy, Gunny,” I said as I try to get up.

Gunny just pushed me back to my knees. “That’s the new muscle you just put on. Looks like your shirt ripped, boy, so why don’t you take that off and let me see my handiwork.”

I crossed my arms in front of me, hearing the fabric on my back and arms rip, and pulled my shirt off. I looked down at myself and just like Gunny said I was now as hairy as he was. The hair got darker where my now well-defined six-pack made valleys on my stomach. My chest looked like someone placed two boulders under my skin that connected to two bowling balls for shoulders. My biceps, lats, and traps all looked thick and perfectly proportional to the rest of me. Not nearly as big as Gunny, but definitely more than most men.

I looked up at Gunny while my hands still explored this new body. “Is that better, Gunny?”

“I did all this to you and the only thing you care about is my approval? You are a piece of work, boy. And yes, that’s better.” He put his hands on his hips and he looked like a god in worn work jeans and a sweat-soaked shirt. “Now how ‘bout you show me how thankful you are, boy?” he said as he nodded his head down to his cock.

“I’ve never done that, Gunny,” I admitted.

Gunny took off his shirt and threw it to the floor. I instinctively ran my hands through his still damp body hair. Gunny just smiled. “You seen how women do it right? So what do you think you should do, boy?”

I took my hand and undid the button on his jeans, drawing the zipper down with it. My hands started to shake as I pulled down Gunny’s boxers and jeans. I reached out and grabbed 10 inches of uncut pure masculine cock. It was still soft. I grabbed it somewhere in the middle and started to stroke it while my other hand played with his balls. Gunny’s balls were huge, too, they looked like baseballs and hung partway down his thighs.

I put my mouth at the base of his cock and I wasn’t ready for what happened next. It was a hot day today in the high 90s and Gunny’s whole body was covered in sweat. I could feel my body loosening up and my muscles relaxing. “God, you taste so good, Gunny,” I said. His thick bush had captured all his sweat from the day and had put me in heaven. I went to the end of his thick shaft and started to play with the foreskin, rolling my tongue around inside just grazing the tip of his cock.

“Fuck yeah, boy you’re a natural,” he said, grunting in pleasure. Gunny’s cock started to grow in my mouth as he threw his head back and put his thick hand behind my head. “That’s it, boy.”

I slowly pulled Gunny’s foreskin back putting his head in my mouth. God! He tasted so good. But he just kept growing. His head was starting to get too big to be in my mouth and it showed no signs of stopping.

I pulled it out of my mouth. “I don’t know if I can do this, Gunny. It’s just not gonna fit.”

He just looked down at me took his free hand and moved his cock back into my mouth and applied steady pressure to the back of my head. I tried to pull back but it was no use. I felt his cock continue to grow. My jaw started to hurt but it felt good. I wanted more. I looked up at Gunny while he watched me smiling. I wasn’t even halfway down the shaft when he applied more pressure and, feeling his cock sliding down the back of my throat, I sensed my jaw unhinging for his massive member. Putting my hand to my neck, I could feel his cockhead sliding down and making my neck bulge.

“Goddamit, boy, that’s one hell of a mouth you have,” he said through his grunts.

He started getting more aggressive and shoved in down to the base. I started to panic a little bit.

Gunny looked down. “Relax, boy…”

I did as he said, which made it easier to accommodate his cock.

“See, boy, I told ya’ you would be fine. Now, are you ready? Because I don’t think I can keep this in anymore,” he asked as he looked at my face.

Before I had time to react, Gunny had started pulling out his cock about halfway and started to push it back in. I stuck my tongue out so that I could lick his balls and shaft while he slid his cock in and out of my throat. When he pushed his cock all the way in I could taste his sweat and I just wanted more and more of it. I wanted him deeper inside of me.

I picked up the pace, wanting more and more of him. I started swallowing continuously making my throat milk his cock. I wanted more—no, I needed more. I started throwing myself down to the base of his cock faster and faster. Gunny stumbled back from the pleasure and sheer force that I was using to throw him farther into me, he had to brace himself on the wall behind him. He was no longer speaking, just grunting like an animal. I felt his balls start to climb up my chin and I knew he was getting close.

I picked up the pace pulling the head of his cock to the tip of my throat and then forcefully pushing it past it. I wrapped my hands around him and grabbed his ass for more leverage. He put his back against the wall and put his hand on the back of my head and started to face fuck me hard. I swallowed faster and he finally pulled me in close.

Agggg fuuuucccckkkkk,” he said as between grunts.

I could feel his seed flow from the base of his cock down into me. It left his cock with such power. He shot 10 good shots, each more powerful than the last. It took three solid minutes before I couldn’t feel his monster draining into me and another minute or so ‘til he let my head go.

I decided to clean him off, not that there was much to clean. He shot every shot clear down into me. I could taste his cum, and god, it tasted so good. It was a little salty and very bitter but boy did I love it.

I looked up at my Gunny and he had a light sweat going.

“That was a hell of a blow job for your first one, fuck, boy. You even cleaned up after yourself.”

I looked at his cock. He was still hard… it must have been 13” and covered in veins. I took it back into my mouth and stuck my tongue back into his foreskin and got the last bit of nectar his cock had to offer. “How was that, Gunny?” I asked when I was done.

“Goddamit, boy, that was amazing… and just think that’s only the beginning.” He pulled his pants back up and walked to the laundry room.

After a few minutes he came back out in just his boxers and sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I went to the fridge and grabbed him a cold beer. I handed it to him and he patted the spot next to him. I sat down and cuddled up on him as he put his arm around me and I rubbed his chest.

“That was pretty aggressive, Gunny, but not bad. You made it sound much worse.”

Gunny turned his head and looked at me. “Boy, you woke up on Monday with my Bowie at your throat. Do you really think that was me unleashed? You have a lot to learn, so don’t be getting big for your britches, boy.”

I looked at him and he had the most serious look on his face. His piercing blue eyes reaching my soul. “It’s okay, boy. I can teach you as long as you trust me. Trust me?”

“With my life, Gunny.”

We watched tv for a while and I got up a few times to get him another beer. When the episode ended I turned to Gunny. “Hey, Gunny, remember those rules you told me about hesitation and lying… do they apply to you too?”

Gunny looked at me with a curious look. “Yeah… Why, boy?”

“Because I have questions, Gunny.”

Gunny turned off the tv and looks at me and finished his beer. “Get me a fresh one and you can ask your questions.”

I got up and get a fresh beer and sat back down. “So, tell me how old you are?”

“Really? With all that’s happened to you, that’s the first thing you ask?” he said with a laugh.

“Well, I figured I’d start easy and get harder as we go.”

“I’m 29,” he said as he sipped his beer.

“But you’re bald.”

“By choice, boy. Next question.”

“What were you thinking about last night after I fell asleep?”

“How did you know I was up?”

“Were you not up?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So you’re stalling.” I give the mountain next to me a solid punch in the shoulder.

Gunny just laughed. “Fair enough, boy.” And takes a few swigs of his beer. “I was thinking about us.”

I could see that, Gunny was starting to get uncomfortable. “You gonna make me ask, what about us?”

“I was thinking that I’m in trouble.”


“Because, boy, I’m starting to feel things. I have never had someone give themselves up so willingly to me even after I injected them with my serum. You took it like a fish to water. Grab me another beer.”

I did so. “What are you feeling, Gunny?”

“I feel like you may be my match, boy.”

I froze. Did Gunny just say what I think he said? Was it true? Was Gunny feeling the same thing I was feeling?

“What would you say if I told you that I was feeling the same and I thought I was crazy because we haven’t known each other that long?”

Gunny just stopped and looked at me.

“Gunny, I have a feeling that you are sexually into things that most people would not be into. What if I told you that I would never say no? I appreciate what you did for me physically and using… let’s call it ‘influence’ over me. What if I told you that I would have done it anyway?” Jokingly, I added, “Also, for the record, I don’t think I ever came off as gay, but I am digging the accent and a deeper voice.”

“You would be right, boy. I am, and did I say anything to make you more receptive to what I want you to do?”

I thought back slowly. “No.”

He just raised his beer and took a sip.

“What would you say if I asked you to do your worst. To do the things with me that you have never been able to do with anyone else? The things you dream of doing but never could?”

“I would say that you don’t know what you’re asking for, boy.”

“Test me, Gunny.”

Gunny just laughed and finished his beer and puts the empty bottle on the end table.

I punched him hard in the chest and with the most serious face, I looked at him. “I mean it, Gunny let’s find out how far we can go. Push me to my limits.”


Part 5

Gunny was taken back that I struck him that hard. “You have no idea what you’re doing, boy, or what you’re asking me to do.”

“You’re right, Gunny,” I said, “but I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that you will never do anything to permanently harm me. Scare me, maybe, but wounds heal.”

Gunny stood up and faced me. “Are you sure ‘bout this? You know I can make it easier for you?”

“No need, Gunny. I’m ready.”

Gunny took his cock out his boxers. “Put the tip in your mouth, boy, and don’t spill a drop.”

I did as he said and all of a sudden I could feel Gunny pissing into my mouth. I started swallowing furiously keeping up with his thick stream. From all the beer he drank he must have pissed for a solid two minutes. My 7 inches got rock hard instantly, which to it to a nice veiny 10”. Gunny’s piss was bitter and acidic but if I’m being honest I loved the taste. It kinda tasted like he smelled and I think I liked it because it was so potent and powerful. I looked up and I could see him watching me intently.

The stream stopped and then a few quick bursts before he was done and I pushed my tongue in his foreskin making sure he was clean. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat back down on the couch still staring at me. I decided to turn and straddle him so we were looking at each other eyes.

“Told ya,” he said as he tried to get up.

I pushed him back down with both hands, leaning in next to his ear, and started to nibble and lick it. “Loved it. What else you got, Gunny?”

He just leaned his head back and spoke softly. “Oh you’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”

I whispered in his ear again. “We’ll see, won’t we, Gunny.” I started kissing his neck while my hands explored his body. “How are you with pain, Gunny? I have always wanted to do something but no one has ever let me.”

Gunny looked at me curiously. “After what you just did, I can handle anything you throw at me, boy.”

I go back to kissing Gunny’s neck as he leaned back and moaned. I opened my mouth and bit his lower trap hard as I wrapped my hands around him. He leaned forward from the shock and my hands started exploring his back and clamped down harder. I started to taste a bit of iron in my mouth. I could feel Gunny’s monster come to life under me as he growled softly. My nails started to dig into his back as I scraped them along.

Gunny got up slowly and I wrapped my legs around him as he stood up.

“Oh, this is how you wanna play, boy? I have something for you.” He slammed my back into the wall pressing his body against mine. My teeth let go and I flung my head back.

We looked deep into each other’s eyes. I can see drops of blood dripping on his chest. I put my hand on the back of his head and kissed him passionately.

I put my lips close to his ear. “Thank you, Gunny.”

He put me down and looked at his shoulder. He took his finger and wiped up the blood and licked it clean. “You are gonna be my own personal brand of trouble aren’t ya.”

“Was that too far, Gunny?”

He turned me around and pointed to the wall he threw me up against. “I don’t think so, I think it’s just right.” The wall had a hole in it the size of my back clearly exposing the studs. “Good thing I’m in construction.” He eyed me a moment. “Come with me, boy. I wanna show you something.” He held out his hand and I placed mine in his, watching him smile.

He led me to the laundry room, which had another door that had a padlock on it. He took the padlock off.

“You ready, boy?”

I nodded and he led me down a set of stairs to his basement. We reached the bottom of the stairs and he flicked the light switch on. I looked around and there was some gym equipment and a few mats on the floor like a boxing ring.

“I don’t understand, Gunny, why the lock?”

He just smiled and pointed. “Look over there, boy.”

I followed his finger and walked over as he crossed his arms over his chest. There was leather everywhere, and a bed surrounded by a ton of things hanging on the walls that I don’t even recognize. A table was loaded with more of the same.

Gunny came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered, “You scared now?”

I just shook my head. “Confused but not scared, I don’t know what most of these things are.”

“Let’s just say they’re things that I want us to use together.”

“These things look new, Gunny, most of these aren’t even open.”

“You are the first person I have ever brought down here.”

I turned around quickly. “Really, Gunny? You wouldn’t lie to me to get into my boxers would ya?”

“Somehow I don’t think I need to do anything to get into your boxers. And yes, I’m hoping that you will be the last too.”

I smiled at him and ran and jumped in his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He fell to the floor and we just laughed. I kissed him passionately.

“Say, Gunny, could you teach me how to fight? I never learned—the Corps really doesn’t teach communications people. Now that I have the body for it, who knows, I may need to defend my manhood.”

Gunny gave me a devilish grin. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, boy, that’s what I am here for,” he said as he turned into a double biceps flex. “But I would love to show you how.”

Gunny flipped me over on my back. “How the hell did you do that? You were on your back.”

“Lots of sparring practice, boy.”

“Should I be jealous, Gunny?”

He just gave me a smile and ran his hands up my sides and arms. He grabbed my wrists and put them over my head and started kissing my chest and neck.

He whispered. “You would be my first. This may be hard to believe but I have…”, Gunny let go and stood up. “I have never been with another dude.” Gunny offered me a hand up. “That blow job you gave me was the first time I have done anything with a dude.”

“What? Really, Gunny?”

“Yes, boy.”

“When was the last time you had sex?” I looked at him perplexed.

“Over two years. The night that I met you was the first time that I have gone out in six months. And I had only been with women.”

“Wait—so I was the first guy that you injected with that stuff?”

Gunny looked me in the eyes. “Yes.”

“What made you take me back to your house?”

“Honestly? I have no idea. It… it just felt like the right thing to do.” He smiled. “It’s getting late, boy. Let’s head to bed.”

He started to walk towards the stairs and I ran to catch up to him, grabbing his hand. He stopped, looked at my hand, and pulled it to his lips, kissing it.

We got to the bedroom and hopped into bed.

“Boy, don’t you think we are going a bit fast?”

“I mean, if you use other ‘normal’ people, sure, but what about this is normal?”

“Fair point.” He leaned over and opened the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out his old dog tags. “Will you wear these for me, boy? I haven’t worn them since I left the corps.”

I got up to my knees and took them, then I walked to the dresser and took out my own dog tags. I took one of Gunny’s tags off his chain and one off mine and switched them.

“What you doing, boy?”

I put one pair in my hand hidden and held the other out as I walked back to bed. “I will, Gunny, but you have to put them on me.”

He smiled. “C’mere, boy.” He grabbed the pair of dog tags and put them around my necked and kissed me gently.

“But you need to wear these.” I presented the hidden tags in my hand.

He smiled and bowed his head. I put them around his neck.

He look at them and chuckled softly. “Perfect. Yer something else, boy you know that?” He leaned in and kissed me.

I leaned back and got comfortable.

“Hey where you going, boy?” he said, as he got up and hovered over me, kissing my neck.

I just smiled and wrapped my arms around him. Gripping his waist with my legs, I explored the deep curves of his back with my hands. I could feel his cock getting hard between my legs. I had forgotten how big he was and started to panic a little inside. “Hey, Gunny, I want you… I really do. But I have never had something up there, let alone something that big.”

“I know, boy. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow.”

“Um… unlike women I don’t think that hole is what someone would call wet.”

Gunny paused, thinking about what I had just said. “That’s a good idea, boy.”

I stared at Gunny confused.

“Okay, boy,” he said and leaned into my ear. “Let’s make that hole a little more accepting. From now on that hole of yours will lube itself and will always be clean and ready for my cock. That’s an order.”

I paused. “What wrong, boy?”

“Just… you call me your boy, Gunny.”

“Yes, I do, because you are. My boy.”

I kissed Gunny passionately and moved my hands to Gunny’s powerful chest. His hair was so soft it was like running my hands through clouds with mountains just under the surface. I followed the trail of his dark hair, feeling every inch of his beautiful eight-pack. “God, Gunny, I love your fur.” I grabbed on to his nipples and started tweaking them while our tongues danced in each other’s mouths.

“You ready, boy?” he asks as he positioned his monstrous 14-inch cock at my hole.

I grabbed him tighter with my legs, lifting my ass in the air. “Whatever you do, don’t stop… don’t slow down… and don’t worry about me. I can take whatever you throw at me, Gunny.” I said in a breathy voice.

“I don’t what to hurt you, boy.”

That wasn’t what I wanted him to say. I put my head on his smooth head and kissed him deeply, then I moved my left arm and punched him hard in the ribs. “That’s payback,” I said, and then I used my right arm and hit him harder. “That’s for being a bitch,” I explained. “If I wanted a bitch I would be with one…!” I felt his breath escape his body.

With a devilish grin, Gunny smiled. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” Gunny pulled back and thrust forward hard, pushing his cock to the base.

I let out a loud moan and bit his lat muscle, digging my nails in his back. He leaned his head back and let out a low guttural growl. Wrapping his arms around the back of my neck, he started pulling in and out of my once-virgin hole. I could feel his heavy cock going in and out with long deep thrust that went from tip to base. I swear I could feel his thick veins pulsing blood to his massive member. My cock wedged in the crevasse of our hard abs, leaking precum all over us and matting our hairy bodies.

Gunny sat up and grabbed my ankles. The light behind him dimly illuminated his body. His face was strong and beautiful with the sharpest jawline that would make diamonds jealous. His biceps were bulging, and his chest was heaving up and down. The light behind him revealed him in all his power as the god among men he was. Gunny started to pick up the pace like a jackhammer, hitting with more force with each thrust. I could see him starting to sweat as it dripped down his face and chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders and pulled myself off the bed, completely suspending myself in the air impaled on his thick cock. Bobbing up and down, his hands now on top of the headboard, gravity was pulling me down as he jacked me in the air with his hips pushing his cock deeper inside of me. God, he smelt wonderful. I licked all the sweat I could, making me dizzy and only wanting his cock harder and deeper inside of me. I could feel our sweat dripping all over my body.

“That’s right, Gunny, that’s your hole, fucking wreck it, Gunny. Give me that fucking seed,” I said trying to catch my breath.

“That’s right, boy. Whose fuck hole is that? Whose boy are you? Who do you belong to, boy?”

“Fuckkkkk, you, Gunny, ut’s your hole. That’s your fucking hole, Gunny, I belong to you, Gunny.”

“That’s right, boy. You ready to be my boy?”

“Fuckkkkkk, yes, Gunny make me your boy. Make me yours. Make me your breeding bitch.”

The sound of our dog tags clanking in midair, the sound of his balls slapping my ass. It was pure ecstasy.

Gunny moved one hand behind his head showing off his physical prowess holding us both up with just one arm. His armpit drenched in sweat. Oh god, the smell it was so potent. I couldn’t help myself I buried my face in his pit and breathed in deep.

“Fuck yes, boy, get high on my musk. Get high on my sweat.”

I started to lick his pit, getting every inch. God, all I wanted was his seed, his pleasure. He was the only thing that mattered at this moment.

“Look at me, boy.”

I didn’t want to leave this heavily place.

“I said look at me, boy!”

I broke away and stared deep into his eyes.

“Fuck, boy your pupils are like pinpricks. That’s my good fucking, boy! That’s right, boy I’m that only thing that matters. This hole is for my fucking pleasure you got that? You got that boy?!

Fuck yes gunny! Fucking pound that hole.”

“You ready to be my boy? You ready to take this seed?”

I dug my nails deep into his back, scratching him with every thrust into me. I moved to bite his chest, instantly breaking the skin, his sweat and blood mixing in my mouth. I squeezed my hole tighter around his cock, sending him over the edge, throwing his head back and growling like a wild animal.

Fuck yes boy here it cums! Be my fuck good boy!”

I feel his cum jetting up his shaft and firing into my hole, volley after volley. I bit harder in the thralls of ecstasy and surrounded by his musk. My cock was spewing cum like a water faucet, covering both of our chests and abs. I moved my hand and grabbing as much as I could I started rubbing it all over his face and beard. Moving my hand to the back of his neck I threw my head back, exposing the mess I made between us.

Gunny looked down between us. “That’s fucking right, boy, you cum when I breed that hole. Spray that seed all over us!”

His last few shots of cum exited his cock. He sent me down gently on the bed and caressed my face and whispered, “That’s my good, boy. God. That’s a good, boy. Keep that seed inside you don’t let one drop slip out… That’s an order, boy.”

I let go of him and he lay on his back next to me, exposing the mess we made. I rolled over on top of him, unable to speak, and curled up into him closing my eyes. He enjoyed his post-orgasm high, putting his arm under my head and rubbing my back. I lay on his chest as we drifted off to sleep, my hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat and enjoying the mess we made together without a care in the world.


Part 6

I woke up still laying on Gunny’s chest and ran my hands through his fur, my cum still matted on his chest. I looked over at the clock: 0400. I got up quietly and put on Gunny’s boxers and made my way to the bathroom. I passed the mirror and stopped and looked at myself. Did last night really happen? My mind started racing as I washed my face. I took a towel from the rack and dried my face. I lifted the lid to the toilet and pulled my cock out of gunny’s boxers.

As I started to piss I start thinking about Gunny doing this very same thing and my mouth started to water. “I really want Gunny’s piss in me… God, I’m a pig,” I say aloud.

“Yes, you are boy,” Gunny said as he stood in the doorway. He was naked and still covered in my cum.

“Gunny—you scared the shit out of me. I didn’t hear you get up.”

“Would it have changed what you said if you know I was right here?” he said, as he walked to the sink and washed his face.

I took a long moment and realized that it wouldn’t have changed what I said. “No, it wouldn’t have, Gunny,” I said. “It’s just a new feeling for me. I have never experienced anything like this.”

“That makes two of us then.” He turned around and leaned on the sink to look at me.

I finished peeing and put my cock away. I started to walk past Gunny and he put a hand on my shoulder as I was right in front of him. I turned to look at him.

“If you really want it boy take it boy, do it,” he said. “How about this. Before we start your training, let’s take these few days and see how committed you are. For the next two days, I want you to think for yourself and take what you want, whatever that is, from me, sexually or otherwise. I want to get a baseline of where your limits are and where I wanna push you.”

“What?” I say very confusedly.

“Think it as a reprieve. I wanna know how far you will go on your own.”

“Do I have to, Gunny?”

Gunny stood up straight, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at me. “What are you afraid of, boy?”

“Not pleasing you, Gunny,” I said, staring back in his eyes.

“I order you for the next two days to take what you want sexually or otherwise. Do we understand each other, boy?” he said with a deep firm voice.

“I understand, Gunny.”

Gunny smiled and patted me on my cheek. “That’s my good boy. Now get out of my way. I need to use the head.”

Gunny started to move and I put my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes as I knelt in front of him.

“Boy, this is the first piss of the day. This isn’t like that one night, it will be potent.”

“You said take what I want. Are you telling me no, Gunny?”

Gunny just put his hands on hips and looked down at me. “Careful what you wish for boy, you have no idea what you’re doing or asking for.”

I just looked up at Gunny with the most serious face.

“All right boy, it’s your show.”

I put Gunny’s cock in my mouth and stared into his eyes. He crossed his hands over his chest and stared back down at me, his chest looking like mountains being held in by the arms of a god. The veins in his biceps were moving under his skin as he got comfortable.

All of sudden I feel his powerful stream hit the back of my throat—so bitter and so forceful. I started swallowing as fast as I could, making sure not to spill a drop. I pulled his foreskin back and pushed his cock deeper. His hot stream was still coating my tongue. I watched him smirk. God, I loved the taste. I started to suck faster than it was coming out and he put his head back and braced himself on the sink. What’s wrong with me, I thought—I’m sucking the piss out of my man’s cock… My cock got hard as a rock but I paid no attention to it. This feels amazing, I thought. His stream turned into a shot here and there, and then only a few drops. I put my hand on his cock and got the last remains drops out of his magnificent cock and ran my tongue around, making sure it was clean. I took my mouth off his cock and stood up.

Gunny smiled. “Now what do you say if we take a shower?”

“Why don’t we skip the shower and go work out?”

“Last I checked, boy, I was still covered in your spunk.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “We’ll sweat it off ya’. Who knows, maybe I like you covered in my spunk. Let those other boys know to keep the paws off ya’,” I said as I leaned in close and kissed Gunny’s neck.

“Something tells me I’m in for a long dirty weekend.”

“We’ll see… now let go get dressed.”

Gunny and I both put on our PT gear and headed outside. “So what’s the plan, boy?”

“Why do I have to be the one with the plan?”

“You’re the one running the show, ain’tcha?”

Gunny was right. I had to come up with something. He led most of everything, so it was a little odd being in the driver seat. “Let’s do some stretches, and then I’m thinking a four-mile run.”

“Pushing yourself a bit hard there, boy, don’t you think?”

“If I’m not pushing, I’m not gaining, now am I?”

Gunny and I finished stretching and the sun was starting to come up.

“All right, boy where we heading?”

I had no idea. I must have looked so confused. “Well… I guess you’ll just have to keep up to find out, huh?” Gunny just laughed, knowing I had no idea where I was going.

“A’right, boy, but if you get us lost it’s your ass,” he said in a joking tone.

I took off down the road and I could hear gunny right on my ass. I yelled out, “What ya’ doing back there Gunny? Too fast for you?”

I heard Gunny speed up to get next to me. “No—it’s just a better view.”

I laughed. “Here I thought you were just getting old.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Gunny said as he winked at me.

I could feel my cock start to get hard as I remembered the night before. Gunny laughed. “It must be kinda hard to run with your cock that hard.”

“Shut up, Gunny, it’s your fault.”

“Damn straight it is,” Gunny said, gleaming with pride.

We had about a quarter mile left on the run when I looked over at Gunny and nodded to the road up ahead. “Last one does the dishes after breakfast.”

I sped off, not waiting for the reply. I could hear him coming up fast behind me. I turned up the driveway with Gunny right on my ass. He passed me and got inside, leaving the door open for me.

I jogged into the door and he closed it behind me. I pushed him up against the wall, holding his hands over his head and letting the musk from his pits fill the room. I kissed him patiently, while I placed his hand of the over the coat hooks.

I whispered in his ear, “Hold on to these and don’t move.” I pressed my body on him. We were soaked and I could feel his heart racing, keeping time with mine.

I stuck out my tongue out and buried my face in his pits. I could feel myself getting high off of him. I needed more, I had to have more. I made my way down his chest, feeling his wet fur clinging to my face. I moved further down to his stomach and let my tongue follow the valleys that his muscles made. I started to see spots—I could feel something boiling inside of me. I kept licking Gunny’s sweaty body. I got to Gunny’s cock and balls and put his heavy sweaty sack in my mouth. God, he tasted so good. I licked his balls clean and moved on to his cock. I put his cock between my lips and stuck my tongue between his foreskin and head. I start to tease his precum. God, I can’t get enough, I thought.

I got up with spots in my eyes and feeling dizzy. “I can’t Gunny.”

“Can’t what, boy?”

“I can’t do this, it just feels so wrong. I don’t like this.” I looked down in shame.

“You don’t have a dominant bone in your body, do you boy.”

“Not one single one, Gunny. I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t ask me to do this Gunny, it’s wrong.”

Gunny just smiled. “You’re right, boy. I wanted to see how far you would go. Congratulations—you passed.”

“This was a test, Gunny?”

“Yes, I wanted to see how far you would go and see if you had the will to deny yourself pleasure for mine… I’m proud of you, boy.”

“Thank you, Gunny.”

“Now let’s go take a shower.”

I turned the water on in the shower and let it warm up while Gunny grabbed us towels.

I hopped in the shower and started washing my body. I heard the curtain get pulled back and quickly covered my chest and cock. “Gunny, my dignity,” I said jokingly.

“Yeah, okay boy,” he said as he hops in the shower.

We traded places and I watched Gunny’s muscles move under his massive frame. The water was running down the deep creases made by his muscles while he moved his hands over his face and through his hair.

I grabbed the soap and put it on the washcloth and started to wash Gunny’s back. Gunny smiled as I push the washcloth on his back massaging him as I washed his back. He put his forearms against the tile under the showerhead and grunted softly. I watched the suds flow down his back.

Gunny turned around and cupped my cheek and ever so gently our lips touched. I took the washcloth and started washing Gunny’s neck, slowly moving down to his chest. Gunny interlaced his fingers behind my head and let his arms go lax on my shoulders.

I continued to make my way down to his abs, making sure that I got every inch. I found myself mesmerized and dropped the washcloth and ran both my hands on his abs, resting my thumbs in the center of his abs and gently guiding my hand up, watching the soap washing over my hands. I reached the bottom of his chest and put my hands on his heavy pec, just grazing Gunny’s nipples. He let out a low growl. I felt his soft fur under my hands.

“You all right there, boy? You seem out of it.”

“Yeah, Gunny, I’m all right. I… I just am realizing how lucky I am. That’s all.”

Gunny smiled. “We’re both lucky, boy.” He put his hands on the side of my face, brushing my cheeks with his thumbs, and kissed me deeply. He grabbed the washcloth and spun me around so my back was to him. He slowly wrapped his free arm around my chest and started washing my back. I went limp, resting my weight on his mighty arm. I let out a light moan.

“That’s it, my boy, just relax. Gunny’s got you.”

I felt his arm squeeze me tight and I relaxed further. My ass was pushing against Gunny’s pelvis, feeling the suds running down my back.

Gunny hung up the washcloth. “All right boy, I think we are all clean.”

We hopped out the show and dried off. “Gunny?”

“Yeah, boy?”

I felt my mouth go dry. “That was amazing.”

Gunny smiled. “I liked it too, boy.”

Gunny and I got dressed. Gunny threw on some old jeans and a worn tank top with deep armholes that went down to the bottom of the shirt. I pulled on a tee shirt and some shorts. I found myself continuously making adjustments trying to get comfortable, to no avail. I just brushed it off and made my way to the kitchen to cook us up some chow.

“So, Gunny, what’s the plan for today?”

“Well, after breakfast I figured we’d patch up that hole we made in the wall. You know, that one?” he said, as he pointed and chuckled.

“Yeaaaaaah, that would probably be for the best. We need anything for that or do you have it all?”

“We’ll have to go out and get some paint and spackle but we should be good beyond that.”

We finished up breakfast and I cleaned off the plates and threw them in the dishwasher. Gunny grabbed his keys and spun them around his finger. “Ya ready boy?” he said as he peeked around the corner.

“Yeah, Gunny.”

We hopped in the truck and rolled down the windows. “It’s hot as hell out here,” I said as I laid my hand on the door.

“Yeah, mid 90’s I think.”

We arrived at the hardware store and got out the truck. We walked in and I saw that the store was huge. “Now where the hell is the spackle in this place?” I muttered. Gunny looked at me and smiled. “What? I’m a tech guy.”

Gunny laughed. “Just follow me. This place is like my second home.”

We walked through the store and I felt like all eyes were on us. I whispered under my breath so that only Gunny could hear me. “Is this normal for you? I feel like everyone in this place staring at us.”

Gunny chuckled. “It’s normal for me and now you too. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. We’ll talk when we get back to the truck, but for now, let’s just say we’re some hot motherfuckers. Well, I guess… fatherfuckers, now.”

I smiled and we chuckled under our breath. I stood up straight, showing off my chest.

“There you go, boy.” I heard Gunny’s voice in my head and I slowly side-eyed Gunny, trying not to look startled. A menacing smile came across his face.

We made it to the correct aisle and picked up the spackle, then grabbed the paint on the way to the register.

The young lady behind the register was face-deep in her phone when Gunny put the paint and spackle down on the counter. She said “Hello” as she puts he phone down, then turned and looked up as she grabbed the paint. “Oh, hi there, guys,” she said, stammering her words.

Gunny just smiled. “Hey there.”

She started twirling her hair with her free hand while she used the other to ring up the items. I could feel the jealousy boiling up in me.

I heard Gunny in my head again. “Easy boy, she doesn’t mean anything by it.” I felt a rush of calm run over me and I relaxed.

“That will be $18.29. Is there anything else I can get you… anything at all?”

Gunny just smiled some more. “No, I think that’s it for now. Thank you,” he added as he handed the young women a $20.

“Here’s you change.”

“Thank you,” he said as we leave.

We got back to the truck and hopped in. “What the hell was that, Gunny?”

“Your gonna have to be more specific than that, boy.”

“Let start with, why did I feel like everyone in there was undressing us with their eyes?”

“Well, probably because they were, boy. I’m not sure you realize how hot you are.”

“I mean, I get people doing that to you, you look like a god—but me?”

“Trust me, boy, you’re one of the hottest things since sliced bread… and those shorts don’t leave much to the imagination.”

I looked down and realize that Gunny was right. I might as well be naked. “Oh… I didn’t notice. Maybe I should get some more clothes?”

“I think that may be a good idea boy. We’ll stop before we head home.”

Just then I realized I had no money. I’d closed all my accounts and gave it all to Gunny. I heard Gunny again in my head. “It’s okay boy, I’ll take care of you.”

“There! What the hell is that!”

Gunny laughed out loud. “I was wondering when you would hear me. Before you ask, no, you’re not going crazy. We’re connected, boy, you can hear me and I can hear you. Give it a try. Think of something that you want to say to me and say it, just don’t move your mouth.”

I thought in my head. “You couldn’t tell me about this sooner, you had to wait ‘til I was in public and almost give me a heart attack?”

Gunny laughed. “No. I don’t think you’re gonna have a heart attack.”

“Well, then, that’s cool.”

Gunny smiled as we head off out of the parking lot.

We traveled a ways as I looked out the window thinking to myself, “If Gunny would help me. I love the way Gunny dresses, it’s so… ugh, he’ll probably think I’m an idiot.”

Gunny looked over at me. “No, I won’t think you’re an idiot. Is that what you want boy? I think it’s kinda hot you wanna be a little me. I mean, you already smell like me.”

I looked over at Gunny. “I was just thinking to myself, Gunny. How did you hear that?”

“Remember the promise you made me? No holding back? No lies? Just think of this as an extension of that.”

“God, that makes this so much easier… I suck with words,” I said, as I turned to look back at him.

“I know, boy. Don’t worry about it. I know what you mean and more importantly, I know what you’re feeling.”

“I like this, Gunny. It helps me know you’re never too far behind me.” I moved over to the center of the bench seat and Gunny wrapped his arm around me.

We slowed down and pulled into the local clothing store. We walked in feeling more confident. I saw Gunny look at me. “There you go, boy.” I felt myself smile.

We headed to the men’s section and I saw Gunny grabbing a few pairs of jeans and a few tee shirts and tank tops. He handed them to me and nodded to the fitting room. I took them and walked over, and he followed behind me and waited outside.

I tried them on and showed Gunny. Gunny smiled and nodded with approval. “Very nice boy. Now let’s get you some boots.” We headed over to men’s shoes and he picked out a pair of boots and I grabbed my size and tried them on.

“Are they comfortable?” he said as he leaned on the rack.

“Yeah, Gunny.” I took them off and put them back in the box. We walk to the registers and I put all the stuff on the counter.

“Hello, how are you doing sir? Find everything you needed today?”

“Good thanks, that should be everything.”

The guy looked up and stumbles back a little. He stepped forward again and starts ringing us up. I can feel Gunny smiling behind me.

“What are you smiling at Gunny?”

“How you know I’m smiling?”

“I’m a quick study.”

“That you are. Lean over the counter a little.”

“I know what you’re doing…”

“So I like people looking at my boy knowing he’s all mine.”

The cashier staggered, “That will be $167.58.”

I put my best smile on and leaned over the counter, pretending to look at the monitor. I could see the man had started to sweat and had a raging hard on. “How much was that again, boy?”

“Nice touch.”

He repeated the amount shakily. I stepped aside and Gunny handed the boy $200.

“Here’s your change sir.”

Gunny thanked the man as I grabbed the bags.

We walked out to the truck and I felt like I was walking on air. “That was amazing, Gunny.”

“Haha, I’m glad that you like it, but you know you will always be mine.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Gunny.”

We climbed into the truck and headed back to the house. I grabbed the bags and put the spackle and paint near the hole in the wall and smiled to myself. I made my way to the bedroom and I started removing all the tags and stickers from the clothes. I could hear Gunny get started on the wall. I started folding my new clothes and putting them away, and I realized I didn’t look at what Gunny picked up, just tried one on and made sure that all the sizes were the same. As I folded them I looked at what he picked up: a few flannels, tanks, boxers, and tees. “When the hell did he pick up all this? I didn’t see it when we left the store.”

I hear Gunny yell from the living room: “While you were in the changing room. The boxers and tanks are the same ones I wear.”

I thought to myself, “Does that mean that I can have your old ones, Gunny?”

“That was the plan, boy. Those are for me and you can take what I have now.”

I instantly got rock hard.

“I figured you would like that, boy. Just another way for me to claim you.”

“Shocker you were right,” I yell back.

I heard the phone buzz. It was a group message.

Ben: “We are going out tonight you wanna come?”

I replied: “Where? Same place as last time?”

John: “Sounds good to me.”

Ben: “Yeah that’s good with me too.”

I replied: “I’ll let you know.”

I walked out and saw Gunny putting away the spackle. He looked at me. “What’s wrong boy?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Gunny. I just got a message from my friends. They wanna go out tonight and I wanted to know if I could go?”

Gunny looked at me suspiciously. “Is that all, boy?”

“Well, I kinda wanted to know if you wanted to go with me, if I am allowed to go.”

Gunny smiled. “Of course we can go boy. We haven’t been out since we met. Plus it means that I can show off my boy.”

I text back. “I’ll be there at 8 and I’m going to bring a friend.”

“What they say, boy?”

I looked up. “Oh, nothing, that’s how they are. They just disappear without conformation, but they should be there by 9. I told them 8 but I’m 100% sure they’ll be late,” I added with a laugh.

We both sat down on the couch and watch some TV. I curled up, laying my head on Gunny’s lap, and he rested his arm on my side and I drifted off to sleep.


Part 7

I wake up to Gunny running his hands through my hair. “You have a good nap, boy?”

I sit up and stretch. “Yeah, I can’t believe I fell asleep. I wasn’t even tired. What time is it?”

“It’s just past 20:00.”

“Ha! For once I get to be the one who’s late.”

“Yeah, we should probably get ready to head out.”

I get up and stretch and I feel something wet in my pants. “Oh god did I jiz myself in my sleep?”

“Yea you did, boy,” he says as he smiles at me. “It was actually cute, you even grunted.”

I smile at Gunny and start walking to the head with Gunny close behind. I strip off my shorts and boxers and take a leak. Gunny turns on the water in the sink on and pulls off his shirt. I can see his muscles flex as his arms move over his head revealing the mountainous pecs underneath. His arms are struggling to get out of the sleeves.

“What you doing, Gunny?”

“Shaving my head, boy,” he says as he puts his head under the water.

“You think I could help you, Gunny?”

Gunny just smiles at me and nods to the shaving cream and sits down on the edge of the bathtub. I put a generous amount on my hands and start to lather his head making sure that I cover every inch. I can feel my cock start to stir.

“Is there anything that doesn’t turn you on, boy?”

“Not when it comes to you, Gunny, it all seems to have the same effect.”

We both laugh and I grab the razor and gently run it over Gunny’s head.

“Against the grain, boy, I like it nice and smooth,” he says as he puts his hands on my thighs.

I follow his instruction and start going against the grain. I can hear the scraping of the razor on his scalp leaving behind perfectly smooth skin. I clean the razor off and turn back to, Gunny. I can see his beautiful blue eyes staring back at me. He has that crooked smile that just drives me crazy. I put my hand on the side of his face and continue to run the razor over his head. I can feel his powerful sharp jaw under his full beard.

He takes my hand and kisses it. “Good Boy.”

I finish shaving him and take a towel and wipe off any cream that was left. I run my hands all over his head to make sure that I didn’t miss a single hair.

“There you go, Gunny, nice and smooth.”

“Thank you, boy. It’s been a while since I had someone do this for me.”

“It was really nice for me too, Gunny,” I say as I look down at my dripping cock.

He lets out a hearty laugh and stands up. “That’s a good thing, boy. Now go get dressed, we are already late.”

“Speaking of clothes… never mind, Gunny.”

“Boy,” Gunny says in a stern voice.

“It’s just I wanna do something and I’m worried that you would be ashamed of me,” I say as I turn away from Gunny.

Gunny grabs me by the shoulders and looks at me dead in the eyes. “Boy, you know I would never judge you and I need you to get over this fear. Now what is it?”

“Well, you know how you said that I would take your old tanks and boxers? What if I said that I didn’t want that?”

Gunny looks at me confused.

“Well, Gunny, they’re clean which means they’re not gonna smell like you.”

“Go on.”

“What if I told you that I wanna wear the ones that you wore the day before?”

“So let me understand, boy. You feel ashamed because you want to be even more like me? To deepen your commitment to me and have another way for me to own you?”

“Well, when you put it that way it sounds stupid, or… I don’t know.”

Gunny just smiles. “Go on, boy get them out the dirty hamper. They should be right on top.”

“Really, Gunny?!”

“Of course, boy, I think that’s hot. You already drink my piss; you think I’m going to care if you wear my dirty boxers and tanks?”

I get super excited and jump up and start to head to the hamper. As I run in to the bedroom, I see Gunny out the corner of my eye with a smile on his face and shaking his head.

I go to the hamper and take out one of Gunny’s old boxers and tanks and put them to my nose and take a deep breath in. I through them on and close my eyes feeling shivers run down my spine. I open my eyes and turn to see Gunny standing there in the doorway.

“Well what do you think, Gunny? They’re a little tight but I like it, it makes me feel closer to you, safe.”

Gunny smiles. “I’m glad, they’re a little tighter on me but that’s the way I like them. You look good, boy.” He walks over to me and put his nose near my neck and inhales deeply. “Yup that’s my musk all right but with a little sweetness from my good, boy.” He kisses my neck gently before pulling away.

I rap my arms around, Gunny and then run to the drawers and take out a new tee shirt and jeans that, Gunny got for me and slip them on with lightning speed. I grab the boots and slip them on and keep them untied and open just like Gunny wears his.

“What you think, Gunny?”

“I think you definitely look like my, boy. We’ll make a man out of ya yet.”

“You ready to go, boy?”

“Yes sir, ready when you are.”

“All right then let’s get to walking.”

Gunny grabs his old fitted hat and puts it on backwards.

“Gunny, how do you make everything look so fucking hot? Like that fitted thing’s filthy. It has sweat stains on it and part of the inside of the brim is showing. But some how you make it look like the hottest thing in the world.”

“I’m pretty sure I could throw on a trash bag and you would say it was hot on me.”

“You’re right…” I say as I chuckle.

As we walk outside the sun has already set and the cool, crisp evening air signaling fall was almost here. I look over at Gunny, the moon light touching his face highlighting his chiseled jaw while giving the rest of his striking features this beautiful slightly blue moonlight glow. God, you’re handsome, I think.

Gunny chuckles. “I hope that’s not the only reason you like me.”

I stop dead in my tracks.

Gunny stops and walks back to me.

“That connection we have you said you can feel what I’m feeling, does that work if I remember something?” I say as I look up at, Gunny.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I have never had a connection this strong even with the serum.”

I think back to my life before I met Gunny.

“What the hell is that, boy?”

“That was my life before I met you, Gunny.” I then remember all the time that I have spent with him. I watch the biggest smile that I have ever seen come over his face. “And that is how I feel now that you’re in my life.”

“I never apologize, boy, but I will this once. I’m sorry I had no idea. I promise you I will never think or say that again and I’m sorry that I couldn’t have found you sooner.”

He put his hand on my cheek and wipes away the one tear that has fallen from my eyes. I feel this rush of excitement and warmth rush over me, giving me incredible power. “What was that, Gunny?!”

“That is what I have felt since you have been my boy,” he says as he stares into my eyes. “Now what do you say that we go have a good night?”

I look back at Gunny and nod.

We reach the bar and walk in. Same dimly lit place same ol’ people. It’s nice to know that some things haven’t changed, Gunny thins with a smile. We walk over to the bar and Gunny orders for both of us. “Two double whiskies and two Pabsts please.”

I look around and I see John and Ben at a table in the back. Gunny hands me a beer and the whisky. I point out my friends, and they spot us as we walk over.

I watch their faces as they recognize me. I put a big smile on my face as we reach the table. Ben and John stand up, “Ben, John, I would like you to meet my friend Derek.”

John extends his hand. “Nice to meet you, Derek.”

Ben just stands there with his mouth open and stunned.

Ben! Come back to us Ben,” I yell.

Ben realizes that he has been staring with his mouth open and shakes his head. He extends his hand. “I’m clearly Ben, and it’s nice to climb, I mean meet you.”

Gunny just laughs. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ben turns and looks at me. “Seth, you didn’t tell us your friend was touched by the gods… and what the hell happened to you? You look like a slightly smaller version of him.”

I chuckle. “Derek is my workout partner. We have been following the same routine for a while.”

“Seth, you look great, and something tells me, Derek, you already know you look great.”

Gunny raises his glass. “Thanks John.”

“Well, thanks guys.” I stand up and lift up my and tank exposing my rock hard six pack and new fur. Gunny raises an eyebrow as Ben reaches out and tries to rub my abs. I jokingly smack his hand away. “No, no not yours to touch.” Gunny relaxes and smiles, sipping his beer.

“You’re no fun,” Ben says.

I sit back down in my chair. Ben starts looking through the deep arm holes in Gunny’s shirt. Gunny reaches out and put his hand under Ben’s chin and closes his mouth. “I’m up here lover boy,” Gunny says in his deep gravelly voice, gently patting his cheek.

“Derek, allow me to apologize for my friend here. He seems to be thinking with the wrong head at the moment,” John says, putting his head in his hand.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” Ben says.

I jump in. “What, a whole 20 minutes!?” I say jokingly. We all laugh.

After we’ve been chatting a while, Gunny gets up to get us a few more drinks. Ben watches Gunny walk away and then turns to me. “Please tell me where I can find a man like that.”

I laugh. “I’m not sure. I met him at the bar right over there… but I don’t think that he’s interested in what you’re offering,” I say to Ben.

“I mean, I have to admit he’s a good looking man,” John says, raising his eyebrows.

Gunny comes back and sets my drinks in front of me. Yet another double whisky and a Pabst. You trying to get me drunk, Gunny?

And if I was, what of it?

I take another big swig of whisky and chase it with my beer.

“So tell me, Ben, you see that hot guy in the corner?” Gunny points with his beer.

“Who? What hot guy?” Ben asks with a sense of curiosity. The guy sees Ben across the bar looking around and smiles and raises his beer.

“So he came up to me at the bar and wanted to know your name and if you’re single. I think he may be interested in knowing more than just your name,” Gunny says with a smile on his face.

“Say no more. Excuse me, gentlemen, I believe I need to go perform my civic duty…” Ben grabs his beer and walks over. Once he gets there he starts flirting.

“Well, that didn’t take long,” John says.

Gunny just laughs. “No, it didn’t, did it.”

“All right ya’ll, I gotta take a piss. I’ll be right back,” I say as I finish my whisky and make my way to the head.

I can feel people’s eyes on me as I walk to the bathroom. I open the door and pull up to the piss trough. I hear the door open and someone walks in as I whip out my cock, putting my forearm on the wall for stability. I think to myself I’m definitely drunk. All of a sudden I can feel a hand grab my ass. “Hey, you looking?” a man says behind me. I could tell that this wasn’t Gunny. His voice was too high and had no Southern accent.

“Not even in the slightest, just trying to have a good time with my friends. Now take your hand off my ass.”

The man lets go and pulls up next to me.

“Dude, there’s like 3 feet of urinal space, did you have to stand next to me?

I can feel him looking at my cock. “That’s a nice piece of meat you got there.”

“Eyes on your own meat dude, I’m not interested.” Gunny I think I have a problem in here.

Gunny walks in and pulls up next to the guy as he goes and reaches for my dick. I push his hand away.

Gunny turns to the guy. “Do we have a problem?”

“Hey man, why don’t you just mind your business,” he says as he turns to face Gunny. The guy stops and starts registering Gunny’s size. “Look man, I don’t want any trouble.”

Gunny leans down and gets close to his ear like he was about to whisper something. “Get the fuck out,” he says as he slowly stands up straight again.

We walk back from the head to the bar and Gunny orders us another double and Pabst. It’s okay, boy, he’s gone now. Let’s not let this sour the mood.

I turn and look at Gunny. Never, I’m with you. We grab our drinks and walk back to the table.

Gunny raises his beer. “To a great night out,” he says, looking at me.

I smile and raise my beer. “To a great night out.”

We chat some more. Of course by this time I’m heavily slurring my words. The night starts winding down as people start pairing off and heading out.

“So John, I have to ask, are you not interested or just not looking tonight?” Gunny says in a curious voice.

John looks at Gunny. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that guy over there has been checking you out for a while now and I was just wondering, are you not interested or just not looking for someone tonight?”

“What? What guy? I haven’t seen any guy checking me out.” John looks confusingly at Gunny.

“That guy right there.” He takes a swig of his beer.

“I didn’t even notice he was looking at me—I assumed he was looking at one of the two of you,” John says excitedly.

“Why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself?” Gunny says encouragingly.

“I don’t know…” he says, sounding like he’s already lost the battle.

“What have you got to lose, my friend?” Gunny presses as he finishes the last of his beer.

“You’re right!” He grabs his beer and starts to walk over.

“You go get ‘em, tiger!” Gunny says loudly. Gunny turns to look at me. “I’m gonna get us both one more beer, settle up and then well get out of here when we’re done.”

Gunny comes back with two fresh beers. “So what do you think of my friends, Gunny?” I ask, trying desperately not to sound drunk.

Gunny laughs. “I like ‘em, boy. Ben’s a bit of a horn ball but he seems nice. John seems sweet, if a little timid. I’m glad I met them. Although I won’t lie you had me a bit worried there when Ben went to touch you.”

A rush of relief washes over me. “I’m glad, I wanted you to like them. Nope, I knew better. Although I have to say jealousy is a good look on you.”

“Oh you think so do you, boy?” he says as he smiles.

“I’m jus’say’n.” I take a sip of my beer.

We finish our beers and start to head out. We walk out of the bar, the crisp night air hits our skin. I stumble a little bit as we get to the sidewalk., Gunny wraps his arms around me.

“I’vvv it, Gunny.”

“You sure, boy? Because I think you’re a little drunk,” he says with a chuckle.

I simply nod and walk next to him slowly. We turn down the street and get bout halfway down the block when I noticed the look on Gunny’s face.

Everythin a’ight, Gunny? You look like you’re ‘bout to kick some ass.

These guys behind us have been following us since the bar.

I hear a catcall. “Hey there, boy, you’re going the wrong way, our place is this way.” He and his friend run up to us and grab my shoulder, spinning me around and forcing me to lean on the wall.

Gunny slowly turns around. “I think it’s time for you and your friend to go back to where you came from while you can still walk away.”

The guy just blows Gunny off turns to me and puts his hand on the wall behind me trapping me. “I liked what I saw, sweet thing.”

Gunny grabs his shoulder to spin him around, giving him a stiff right hook to the face and pushes his back against the wall. He lifts the guy up so the tips of his shoes barely touch the ground. Blood starts dripping from the guy’s face down Gunny’s arm.

His friend tries to pull Gunny off of him. Gunny raises his arm and elbows the friend in the face, making him fall back to the ground with blood coming from his nose.

Gunny turns his head to the guy’s friend. “This doesn’t concern you. Now get the fuck out of here.”

The dude picks himself up and starts to run back the way they came. Gunny turns back to the guy he’s pinned to the brick wall. “Now didn’t your mama ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself? What do you say?” he growls in a deep guttural voice. The man says nothing. Gunny pulls him back off the wall and slams him up against the wall again. “What do you say!?” I see spit fly out of Gunny’s mouth and land on the guy’s face.

The guy coughs trying to catch his breath. “Sor… I’m—” The guy coughs again. “I’m sorry.”

Gunny pulls back his arm causing the guy to fall to the ground. “Now get out of here. I don’t ever wanna see around these parts again, ya hear? Go on, get!” The guy takes off holding his bloody face, receiving the message loud and clear.

I reach out for Gunny and put my hands on his shoulder. I can feel all his muscles are still tense. “Thank you, Gunny, I’m sorry.”

Gunny stops and turns to me. “You have nothing to be sorry about, boy. Now let’s get home.”

I nod. I’m having trouble standing so Gunny picks me up, my legs wrapped over his arm. I rest my head on his chest, listing to his heartbeat feeling the warmth of his body on my skin.

We reach the door to the house and Gunny gently lets my feet touch the ground and opens the door. We walk back to the bedroom and I start to undress. Gunny strips down throwing his clothes on the floor, using his shirt to wipe the blood from his arm, and hops into bed putting his arms behind his head, exposing his armpits, and pushing his pecs together. I get in bed and curl up next to Gunny resting my head on his chest. He’s a little sweaty from the encounter and from carrying me to the house. I can sense that he still has a lot of pent-up aggression inside of him.

“Hey, Gunny?”

“Ya, boy,” he says in an aggressive tone.

“I want it,” I say as I look up to him.

Gunny look looks down at me confused. “Want what, boy?”

“That aggression inside of you.”

“Boy, did you see what I did to that guy? You don’t want that.”

I sit up on my elbow leaning on Gunny’s solid body and run my finger down the pulsing vein in his arm. I feel the anger and rage boiling just under the surface of his skin. I want him to release that animal inside of him.

“I want whatever is boiling inside of you. I want to watch you mercilessly use me in any way you see fit. There is an animal inside you that I have yet to see. I can feel it… I can feel its power coursing through your veins screaming to be unleashed.”

Gunny sits up and looks at me. I stick out my tongue and take a long lick of his damp chest, feeling myself let go, my hunger growling.

“Boy, what are you are asking me to do to you isn’t something that I think you’re ready for.”

“But Gunny I want it. I feel like you want to, no? You need to release it.” I put my hand on his chest and can feel his heart beating quickly and immense heat coming from him.

“I know you do, boy, but now is not the time. You still have much to learn and I still have much to teach. Now lay back down and curl up next to me like a good, boy.”

I lay back down burring my face in, Gunny’s chest and running my hand up and down his fur. I can feel his heart start to slow and his muscles start to relax.

“That’s my good, boy,” he whispers.


Part 8

I wake up the next day with my head pounding like someone inside had a jackhammer and was just having a good ol’ time. I get out of bed and grab the boxers and tank that Gunny had thrown on the floor the night before and put them on. I look down and I can see the dude’s blood that Gunny cleaned off his arm.

I walk out to see Gunny in the kitchen wearing his normal tank and boxers and cooking breakfast for us.

“How’s my boy feeling this morning? I imagined my boy would be hungover so I made us some breakfast. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some toast. Com’er and have a seat.”

I sit down and put my head in my hand and cover my eyes. “Gunny, I feel like my head has a construction site in it.”

“I bet boy. Here, eat up,” he says as he put an overflowing plate of grease in front of me.

“Thanks, Gunny.”

“C’mon boy and eat up. You’ll feel better once you do.”

I start to shovel the food in my mouth.

Gunny laughs. “That’s a good boy, you’ll be right as rain in no time.” He fixes his plate and walks to the table raising his leg and swings it over the back of the chair and sits down.

I look up at him. This mother fucker showing off while I’m over here with my breathing hurting my head.

“Hey it’s not my fault you’re hungover—you could have said no. You didn’t have to go drink for drink with me. Don’t give me attitude because you can’t hang with the big boys.”

“I know but I didn’t want to.”

Gunny just keeps shoveling food in his face and raises his fork as if to say, well…

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.”

We finish our food and Gunny gets up and holds out his empty plate and I put my empty plate on top. He takes his free hand and roughs up my hair and I look up to him pathetically. He just smiles and leans down and kisses my forehead.

“How bout this, boy, we’ll take it easy today and I’ll take care of you for the day. Besides, there are things that I want to show you.”

“That sounds great, Gunny.”

I get up and Gunny notices the blood on the tank. “You sure you wanna wear that one boy? You know it has that scumbags blood on it.”

“Why? Does it bother you, Gunny?”

“No, but I figured it would bother you.”

“Not at all, Gunny. I like knowing it’s a result of you defending my honor.”

“Always.” He looks at me with a smile.

“So what do you wanna show me, Gunny?”

“Well, if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it. Now come on, get dressed and your boots on.”

I go to the bedroom and just grab a pair of jeans and the first flannel I can find. I don’t even bother to button it and just fall back onto the bed. Gunny walks in and grabs jeans and an old Marine T-shirt.

Gunny walks up to me and pats my leg. “C’mon boy, I know it’s rough but it will get better.”

We walk to the door and put our boots on. “Thank god I don’t have to tie these.”

Gunny throws his hat on. “You good, boy?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Gunny opens the truck door for me. I look at him questionably and gently touch my nonexistent pearls.

“Oh, shut up and get in the truck, boy,” he says jokingly.

I just smile and hop in the truck.

We pull out of the driveway and I look over at Gunny’s lap.

“Go ‘head boy, I see you wanting to.”

I smile and lay my head on his lap getting comfortable. I can feel Gunny’s rough calloused hands rubbing my head and going through my hair. I close my eyes and start to drift off.

Driving for miles and miles taking in the countryside and rolling hills Gunny cracks open the window to feel the warm country air on his face. He adjusts his cap and looks down at his boy sleeping soundly with not a care in the world. He feels Seth’s soft dark brown hair going through his fingers. Working his way down and touches his once hairless flat chest now two mounds of muscle covered with a thick soft dark brown fur.

“I am the luckiest man in the world. You know that, boy?” he says softly. “Before you came into my life I had no one and nothing but work and you know what I was happy or at least I thought I was. Then you came and changed everything. You gave me life again. I would die for you little buddy you know that?” Gunny looks back down at his boy and sees that he’s supporting a full hard on and lets out a loud laugh. “Let’s see what you’re dreaming about boy.”

Gunny pulls over to the side of the road and puts the truck in park. Closing his eyes he says, “Show me your dreams boy.”

Gunny sees himself a few days ago when he took his morning piss in his boy’s mouth. He starts to feel what his boy felt. Suddenly he’s taken back to the first night he called him his boy and they swapped dog tags.

Gunny smiles and shakes his head. “Even in your sleep you dream of me.”

Gunny can feel himself filling with pride and honor to have such a handsome and grateful boy. He opens his eyes feeling an incredible sense of responsibility for his boy. “That’ll do boy, That’ll do.”

The hours roll by and the farms turn into dense woods. The sun kissing their face and the wind blowing Seth’s open flannel around. The smell in the air changes, cooler, calmer somehow.

Gunny takes another look at his sleeping boy knowing that they are approaching their destination and he’ll need to wake him and takes a mental image of this moment.

Gunny gently nudges his boy awake and says softly. “C’mon boy, it’s time to wake up. We are getting close.”

I wakes up and slowly sit up.

“How long was I out, Gunny?” I ask as I rub my eyes.

“I don’t know a few hours? Lost track of time. How are you feeling boy?” he asks with concern.

“Pretty good,Gunny. My headache has gone away so that’s nice,” I say as I look out the window.

“God Gunny this place is beautiful! There seems to be nothing around for miles. When was the last time we passed a car?” I ask curiously.

“I don’t know, maybe an hour ago?”

“Okay, so we’re in the middle of nowhere. Got it.”

“What? Afraid I’m going to take advantage of you in the woods?” he says with a knowing smile.

“Oh no, please don’t. Anything but that, Gunny. My honor!” I say sarcastically.

We both laugh knowing full well I would be a willing participant.

“So you wanna tell me where we are going now?” I ask as I watch the trees roll by.

“We are gonna go camping for a day or two.”

I look at Gunny. “I didn’t pack a change of clothes.”

Gunny looks at me and smirks. “That a problem boy?”

“Not for me,Gunny…”

We pull off onto a dirt road and go a few miles into a dirt clearing and Gunny put the truck in park. “Here we are, boy,” he says approvingly.

We hop out of the truck and Gunny grabs his bag from the back.

“We’re camping here?” I ask confused.

Gunny laughs. “No, my handsome boy, of course not. It’s a few miles in but we need to hike the rest of the way.” He sounds a little nervous about his boy’s response.

“Fucking nice, Gunny! I bet this place is gonna be beautiful. It will be nice to talk to you without any distractions,” I say excitedly.

“Here I thought you might be a little upset about the long hike,” he saus as he smiles wide.

“What can I say, you’re rubbing off on me, Gunny. Now, what are you waiting for? We’re burning daylight and I wanna see this place.”

Gunny throws the bag at me. “You’re the grunt, you get to carry the bag.”

“Oh, real nice, Gunny.”

“What? You slept the whole way here.” He starts walking up into the woods.

“Oh, I’m never gonna live that down am I?”


“Great.” I run to catch up to Gunny.

We are pretty deep into the forest now as I watch the sunlight dancing through the trees. Basking the world around us in a beautiful light. The sights, the smell, the sounds overwhelms the senses and somehow calms me.

“Let’s stop right here for a minute and hydrate.”

“Gunny, this place has unparalleled beauty,” I say in amazement as we sit down on a fallen tree.

I get lost looking at the world around me when I feel Gunny looking at me.

I look back at him. “What, Gunny?”

“I’m glad you like it, boy, this is one of my favorite places in the whole world,” he says calmly.

“One of, Gunny?”

“I have a few.”

“Wow, if they are anything like this place I would love to see them all if you would be willing to share them with me?”

“Seth, there is nothing more in the world I would rather do.”

I look at him in bewilderment. “I think that’s the first time you used my name since we met.”

Gunny leans in and kisses me deeply. “I know.”

We take a moment to enjoy each other’s company in silence and hydrate.

I take off my flannel and then grab the bottom of my damp tank and pull it over my head my pecs flexing making boulders on my chest. I crumbled up both shirts and stuff them in the bag.

I can feel Gunny’s eyes on me. I look up. “What, Gunny? I got hot.”

“Yeah I bet…” As he approaches me.

We are face to face and almost touching. I can feel his body heat on me. He crosses his arms in front of him and grabs the bottoms of his shirts and pulls them over his head. I can smell him the moment his arms are over his head. I watch the beads of sweat fall down his already matted fur, then the center of his stomach.

He tosses his shirts at my face. “How’s it feel, boy?” he asks in a cocky tone.

I bite my lower lip. “That’s not fair. I wasn’t trying to be sexy, I was just hot.”

“I know…” he looks down at my jeans and sees that I’m standing at attention. He turns around and heads deeper into the woods.

“See, that’s not fair, Gunny, now I gotta walk with this thing.” I pull at the crotch of my jeans trying to make more room to no avail.

We hike another mile or two as I steal glances at Gunny till we get to a small clearing at the edge of a river.

“Here it is, boy, our little slice of heaven.” Gunny smiles as he puts his hands on his hips.

I run to Gunny and jump in his arms. He smiles and easily catches me as I wrap my legs and arms around him. I kiss him passionately and let my fingers trace the contours of his back.

He gently puts me down. “All right, boy, time to set up camp.”

We get the camp set up and I realized that we don’t have a tent. “Hey, Gunny, you do realize that we don’t have a tent right?”

He looks at me blankly. “No I had no idea,” he says sarcastically.

I look at him as he rolls out the sleeping bag. I charge him taking him to the ground on his back. I spread my legs, straddling him and pinning his arms over his head. “Listen here, I’ve only seen this in the movies. So why don’t you keep the attitude to a minimum,” I say with the straightest face I can muster and then we both bust out in laughter.

“You do know I let you pin me, right boy?” he says in a loving tone.

“No, I think I got you fair and square on this one,” I say jokingly—knowing full well that he let me do it.

“Oh really? Really? You think so?” I teases with a smile on his face.

“Oh ye…” I say as he easily flips me over onto my back and pins my arms.

“I’m sorry, boy—you were saying?” He leans down and kisses my neck.

“Nope, nothing… Nothing at all. I’m good right here if you are.”

“You have no idea, boy.”

Gunny gets up and pulls me up with him.

“We all set up, Gunny?”

“Yeah, the fires lit and we have plenty of wood. Now just time to relax,” he says with his hands on his hips looking around with pride.

“Great!” I say as I plop on the sleeping bag.

Gunny kicks off his boots and socks and puts them by the fire to dry. I then see him undo his belt and throw it next to the bag.

“What you doin’, Gunny?” I say, confused.

“I’m going for a dip, boy. What’s it look like I’m doing?” he says as he pulls his pants and boxers down and kicks them to the side.

It takes me a few moments for my brain to process what I am seeing. The sun is hitting every inch of him and it somehow makes him look even bigger. The shadows his muscles cause on the rest of his body make his valleys look deeper and his muscles seem bigger. His dog tags sit perfectly in the valley of his pecs. His pecs and member make such a shadow on the ground that my mouth falls open.

“Well? You coming boy?” he laughs loudly as his deep gravelly voice echos throughout the forest and off the rocks.

I immediately get up and start running to the water completely speechless. My dog tags jump up and down as I stumble trying to take off my pants and boxers while running.

I swim right up to Gunny and wrap my legs and arms around him. I can feel his member grow in the crack of my muscular ass. My member pressed between our hairy abs sitting in the valley. I kiss him passionately as he pulls me tighter around him. The water rushing past us, washing over our once sweaty bodies. The warm sunlight kisses our skin while a gentle breeze blows around us.

I smile as I look at Gunny, sharing a moment that I will remember for the rest of my days. I throw my hands up and lean back as Gunny spins us around. I can hear Gunny’s hearty gravelly laugh as we spin and for a few seconds, I swear that time has stopped and that all is right in the world. Feeling the sunlight all over my naked body I realize at that moment that I have never been happier.

I sit back up, still laughing and Gunny rests his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his neck holding him tight. My hand rubbing the back of his smooth head not saying a word. I feel his hard, veiny 13 inch member sliding up and down the crack of my ass. I take my hand and rub the head of his manhood and watch as he throws his head back and his muscles heave up and down as he breathes. I slowly guide his member into me. I feel every beat of his heart inside me, my stomach clearly showing the outline of his manhood.

I look into Gunny’s crystal blue eyes and caress the side of his face and he pushes his head deeper into my hand. I kiss Gunny passionately. Gunny releases his clasped hands from behind my back and moves them to the top of my shoulders. I feel his biceps under my arms straining, pulling me further down onto his member.

I feel Gunny’s powerful hips push me up and his member slides out as he releases. The pleasure starts to overwhelm me. I feel his hands pull me back down as his head grazes my G spot sliding back into me. I feel Gunny find his rhythm as he starts going faster. Our dog tags bouncing around.

I take his head into my hands and lay my forehead against his. I run a hand across his face, my fingers going through his beard. His member swelling inside of me. I lay my head on his shoulder taking a deep breath in, smelling his musk.

Gunny lets out a growl that echos throughout the woods and I start to feel him shoot inside of me. Stream after stream, pulse after pulse I feel his hot seed fill me. I can feel my stomach start to expand slightly to accommodate the sheer volume of his seed. I unload my seed in between us and just as quickly as it came out it is washed away by the water.

I look into Gunny’s eyes and then kiss him, our tounges intertwining. We stay there for a few moments, his member still inside me. I feel his legs start to move as he walks us to the shore. Gunny gets down to his knees and slowly lowers me onto my back.

His member still inside me, he kisses me on my forehead softly. He slowly removes his member from inside me. “Good boy…” he whispers into my ear.

He starts to kiss my neck working his way down my chest and abs, still bloated with his seed. I feel his calloused hands grab the back of my legs exposing my hole. He rests my legs on his steel shoulders and moves his rough hands to my stomach. I feel his tongue lick my hole sending shivers down my spine causing me to grunt loudly. His seed leaking out my hole, he starts furiously eating it like a wild animal, I can feel his seed dripping from my hole. Then I feel it… His tongue penetrates me, rubbing my insides, my back arches as I growl. Gunny gently pushes my stomach back down keeping my back flat on the ground, surely pushing more of his seed out of me. He spreads his fingers wide and steadily but firmly keeps me in place. I can feel Gunny’s beard rubbing against my thighs and he pushes his tongue deeper into me.

Gunny lifts his head to look at me and his beard is dripping with his seed. His once dark beard had ropes of his thick white cum. He has a devilish grin on his face as he again slowly lowers himself back to my hole. I can feel his tongue enter me again this time with more force, as he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him. His tongue is running up my insides as he hits my G spot. I can hear Gunny chuckle, pleased with himself as I let out a loud growl.

He moves his hand back to my stomach and pushes firmly, I feel more of his seed leave my hole. Gunny gently moves my legs off his shoulders. He sits up and leans over me putting my head between his forearms and presses his heavy body against me. His beard and chest hair matted with his seed. He pushes his lips onto mine and I instinctively open my mouth. He fills my mouth with his seed, our tounges intertwine and I swallow. He lays on top of me and I can feel the full weight of him, making it harder to breathe. He buries his face in my neck and lets out a low growl that I can feel through my whole body. I move a hand to the back of his head, rubbing it slowly while my other traces the deep lines on his back. He continues to growl softly in my ear pleased.

I gently roll us over, straddling Gunny I lean down and kiss his neck gently. He moves his hands behind his head. Exposing his hairy pits, making his back flare out and his chest muscles tighten. I sit up and rub his chest feeling his breathing slow. I watch his matted hairy chest go up and down and smile to myself.

I wait till he falls asleep before I stand up. I look down at this monster of a man. His hands behind his head, his pecs and biceps taut. His hairy armpits and the spent member hanging over his thigh are on display for the world to see.

The sun is just now starting to set giving everything a golden glow as I add more wood to the fire. I start cooking dinner nothing fancy just some chicken and rice. I walk over to Gunny and kneel between his legs looking at his flaccid member and gently take it into my hands. I bend down and slowly put Gunny’s head in my mouth, gently sliding my tongue between his head and foreskin slowly running it around his head. I slide his cock deeper into me, pulling back his foreskin. His head reaches the back of my throat and I start swallowing it. Eventually, Gunny’s member is fully inside me and I start licking Gunnys huge balls. I can taste his musk as he starts to stir feeling his member starting to swell. I move up and down, my tongue tracing the veins in his member. Gunny spreads his legs open further and stretches his arms out.

Gunny sits on his elbows and looks down. “This is one hell of a way to wake up, boy. A man could get used to this…” he says with a smile.

I lay my hand back on his chest and gently push him back down to the ground. I remove his member from my mouth. “Just lay back down, Gunny, and relax and let me take care of my man.” I slide his member back into me slowly making the pleasure last.

Gunny moves his hands back to behind his head and closes his eyes. I can feel his whole body relax. I can hear him growling softly in pleasure. I pick up the pace tasting Gunny’s precum. I gently take his heavy sack into my hands and give it a steady tug. Gunny starts to growl louder as I pick up the pace only using my mouth to massage his member. I can tell Gunny is ready to blow and I start swallowing using my throat to further massage his head. As he lets out a loud growl I start feeling Gunny shoot streams of his seed down my throat. I pull his member out so the tip of his head sits on the tip of my tongue filling my mouth with his seed as I swallow furiously keeping up with the massive volume. I want to make sure I taste his salty musky seed.

I can feel the last few drops leave his member and I use my tongue to clean up not wasting a single drop. I stand back up and stretch out my hand to help gunny up.

Gunny takes my hand and stands up. “Fuck, boy. I could get used to that.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder.

We sit down by the campfire. I put Gunny’s food on a plate and hand it to him.

“Damn, boy, you even cooked?” he asks, swelling with pride.

“Yeah, Gunny. You took care of me.” I smirk and give the river a nod. “So I figured I would cook and give you a nice wake-up call. Why? Do you not like it, Gunny?”

“Not at all, boy, but if you keep taking care of me like this I might have to wife you up.”

Just when he said that I froze for just a split second. I could feel my whole body start to tingle and the deepest sense of honor inside of me. I continued to serve myself and then look up at Gunny.

“You felt that, didn’t you?”

Gunny smirks. “Yeah, boy I did.”

“Well, I don’t know, Gunny, sounds kinda gay to me,” I say laughing.

Gunny almost chokes on his food and laughs. “Nah, no homo bro.”

We finish our meal and hop into the sleeping bag and look up at the stars. Gunny puts his arm behind my head as I lay on his chest. He starts pointing out the constellations while rubbing my back with his other hand. I drift off to sleep on Gunny’s chest hearing his deep gravelly voice without a care in the world.


Part 9

I open my eyes and stretch my arms out. I can feel my boy still fast asleep on my chest. The sun is just now coming up, the light shining through the trees, the cool breeze brushing against my skin, the smell of the forest filling my nose. Looking down at Seth I gently run my hand through his hair careful not to wake him. He seems so at peace with himself, sleeping soundly and without a care in the world. I can feel his breath on my chest hair, slow and deep. I lay there a few minutes just enjoying my boy wrapped around me.

I gently roll him over as to not wake him and slowly get up. I kneel to tuck him back in, kissing his forehead as I pull the sleeping bag back up. I swear I saw him smile. I stretch and walk toward the water rubbing my chest and stomach. I grab a handful of my manhood and aim it to the river, closing my eyes I look up, basking in the morning light, my free hand continuing to rub my chest.

I lay down on the ground taking in the morning light while I wait for my morning wood to go down, my mind starts to wonder.

Derek, what are you doing? What are you doing with this boy? Do you love this boy? Are you sure you have never looked at men like this, why is he special? Are you gay? What will your friends think? Are you going to tell them? What are you going to say when they start asking questions? If you don’t love this boy your going to crush his heart. What happens when this isn’t enough and he wants to get married? You don’t have any idea what you’re doing, what if he finds out?

I put my face in my hands, stressed trying to relax. Dude calm down. I take a few deep breaths in. Why don’t we go for a run? That will help.

I get up and put my socks and shoes on. It will be nice to not feel constricted while I run plus there’s no one around. I write a little note in the dirt next to my boy so he doesn’t worry if he wakes up while I’m gone.

I take off into the woods following the river upstream, feeling my heavy chest bounce up and down, my dog tags clanking and my manhood flopping around.

Now let’s take this slow. What are you doing with this boy? Are you ready for this commitment?

I don’t know I’m having fun I enjoy his company. He treats me better than any woman ever has. He’s funny, smart and I think he’s good for me. Plus isn’t it a little late to start second guessing what I’m doing? I think back to my life without him. It was fine I was surviving but I was lonely. I went to work, went home, and a bar now and then.

But were you happy? Again, are you ready for this level of commitment?

No, I wouldn’t say happy, content probably, maybe a little complacent. I don’t fucking know but I know that I want him in my life and I know that I want to keep having great ravenous sex with him.

But is that all it is? Just sex?

No definitely not I enjoy his company. Why can’t I just live in the moment and enjoy the time that we are spending together?

Bro, you asked him to move in with you! He sold everything that he couldn’t carry. He gave up everything for you just because you asked.

He did, didn’t he?

And hasn’t ever asked for anything in return. That sounds an awful lot like love to me.

Okay, fair point.

So let me ask you this, would you do the same for him? Would you tell your buddies ‘bout him? Would you tell them he’s your boyfriend?

Oh, come on!

I pick up speed frustrated with the questions I am asking myself. I can feel the sweat dripping down my face and chest, matting the hair down.

I don’t know man. What’s it matter? It’s 2021—aren’t we past this kind of bullshit by now? The ancients have been having same-sex relations since the dawn of time.

Of course they have! That’s not what I’m asking and you know it. Will you stand up for us? Are you ready to lose people you consider friends? Are you willing to give up the life you know and this image you have in your head to be happy? Are you ready for the world as a whole to look at you differently? Are you willing to give up everything you know for this?

I don’t know. Do I have to?

Because people suck and they will force you. Do you choose the false image and what the world wants you to be or do you choose who you want to be?

I take a few minutes and think long and hard about what I’ll do when the inevitable happens.

I… I’ll choose him, every time. The little bastard is my heart. When I look at him and I can feel the smile run across my face I don’t wanna lose that. I don’t want to lose him.

So we love him then?

Yes, I guess we do. A big smile runs across my face as I kick it into high gear to get back to my boy.

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I turn into camp running wide open and breathing hard. I start walking around and stretching. I look over at my boy still sleeping starfished in the sleeping bag and chuckle quietly.

I kneel down and slowly unzip the sleeping bag, gently moving the top out of the way fully exposing my boy. I take in the wonderful site knowing that he is all mine.

I kneel between his legs and gently grab his manhood and start stroking it. I lean down and put it in my mouth and run my tongue around his head. I can feel him start to get hard in my hands. Putting my hand on his chest, I rub his fur and slowly move my head up and down his shaft. My sweat dripping from my forehead onto him.

He stirs as his eyes open. It takes him a moment to register what is happening to him.

“Good morning boy. Lay back down and let me take good care of you.”

“Fuck Gunny! You’re good at this.”

I start moving faster up and down his shaft tasting his precum. It’s a little salty but there is a sweetness to it. I take my tongue and run it over his head making sure to get every drop. I feel my manhood harden instantly.

I squeeze his shaft a little tighter and move faster up and down. I can feel his sack tighten up continuing to rub his chest, applying pressure to keep him down.

I feel my manhood start to drip loads of precum forming a puddle beneath it.

I do this to my boy for a good 10 minutes, knowing he can’t cum without my permission.

“Please Gunny, please let me release.”

“Not yet, boy. I wanna make sure my boy gives me a nice big load.”

I take my hand and start to jack my manhood, making it slick with my precum. I make a cup with my hand under my head catching my precum, quickly filling my hand I use it to lube up my boy’s still bruised cunt.

Seth moans loudly.

I slide down to the base of his manhood, taking it into my throat.

Seth is now out of breath and panting hard between moans.

Cum for me, boy,” I send to him as I suck all of him into my mouth and throat.

My boy lets out a loud grunt. I can feel his seed filling my mouth. It’s slightly bitter but still sweet. I swallow and run my tongue around his head, coaxing more to come shooting out. It tastes similar to mine, but less musky. I find myself enjoying the taste as it coats my tongue.

Each squirt fills my mouth. “That’s it, boy, give it all to me. Drain those balls.”

I can feel the volume decreasing as I hold the last bit in my mouth and sit up leaning in to kiss my boy. He kisses me passionately, our tounges wrapping around each other in the pool of his cum.

I sit up. “Good boy!” I say as I feel his cum drip down my beard. I use my thumb and push the little that escaped back into my mouth.

“Holy fuck, Gunny, that felt so fucking good. Have you ever done that before?”

“No, boy, you were the first.” I feel him fill with pride and happiness.

He lays back down to catch his breath. I look at him and raise an eyebrow with a devious grin on my face. “Oh, you’re not done yet, boy…”

Seth looks up and sees my slick manhood. He smirks back as he raises his legs into the air and spreads his cheeks apart. “Oh fuck yeah, Gunny, do your worst!”

I watch my manhood slowly disappear into him as I pull him closer. My precum is lubing him up. I wrap my arm around his back and pull him up with ease.

He wraps his hands around my neck, my still-sweaty body soaking him. I raise my arm and put my hand behind my head, exposing my pit. I take my other hand and put it behind Seth’s neck, pushing his head into my pit.

“Get’n there nice and deep, boy. I went for a run this morning so they’re nice and sweaty for ya.” I feel his tongue lick my pits. “That’s my good fucking boy!”

I use my hips to slide myself in and out of his sloppy, stretched hole. I look down, watching his cock start to spew precum all over me. It’s dripping down onto my cock making a thick lather as I slide in and out of him faster.

I move my hand on his neck so that he’s now looking me in the eyes. His face is wet with my sweat, his eyes dilated to hell.

“That’s my good fucking boy. You like my cock deep in your hole, don’tcha boy!” I let out a loud primal growl in his face.

I lean my forehead on his. “Let me feel what you’re feeling boy.”

Like a tidal wave, I’m hit with the deepest passion, a sense of belonging, a calmness that I have never experienced in my life, and acceptance.

I get lost in his feelings for a moment. I then share what I’m feeling, letting my self-control drift away for the first time.

I feel his arms pulling me in tighter. I do the same, all the veins in my arms popping out, using my sheer power to piston myself in and out of him.

I lay down, pulling him up to straddle me. “Go ahead, boy, and finish the job.”

He starts moving his hips, pulling my manhood almost all the way, then slams back down into me, causing his balls to make a slapping sound on my abs.

“That’s it, boy, work for that load!” I say through a growl.

My boy is making quick work of my stamina when he leans down and starts licking my nipple causing me to arch my back and thrust deep into him.

“Fuck, boy,” I say, winded.

He moves up to my shoulder and I can feel his tongue lick up the sweat. Just then he bites down hard again, making me arch my back into him. I grab his ass and start moving him up and down faster like he’s a fleshlight.

He bites harder as I let out a growl. My manhood starts spewing seed uncontrollably into him. I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down further.

He lets go and leans back and I can feel his hand at the base of my cock, feeling each volley of seed leave me and spew into him.

We look at each other again, and just then I see him shoot ropes of his own. I open my mouth, wanting more of his seed. He easily hits my face, coating my cheeks and beard. I grab his member and point it toward my mouth. Stream after stream starts filling my mouth. I swallow.

I can finally feel my manhood slowing down the amount of seed it’s been pumping into my boy. I lay my head back down and put my hands behind my head, enjoying the last few pulses of my member draining.

Seth lets out a sigh of relief as he starts to roll over. I can feel him tighten his hole around my cock, making sure not to spill a drop of his hard work. He lays his head on my bicep and slowly strokes my chest, laying his leg over mine and pulling himself closer into me.

We’re there for a long while before I rub the boy’s back. “All right, boy, I think it’s time to get up.”

“Aight, Gunny. So what’s in store for today?”

“Let’s go for a hike, boy. I passed a trail not too far away.”

“Sounds good, but… dumb question, should we put clothes on?”

I look at the boy and smirk. “What, you afraid someone is gonna see us, boy?”

I can see my boy get bashful. “It’s not that, Gunny. I just don’t want anyone else’s eyes on you. All that you are is mine and I don’t share.”

I smile creeps across my face “Oh, my boy is a little possessive, isn’t he.”

“Damn straight, Gunny.”

I let out a laugh. “All right, boy, then let’s get some clothes on.”

I throw on my worn sleeveless tee and jeans. I watch my boy get dressed, his sleeveless shirt struggling to get over his hairy chest. He pulls up his jeans, the back getting caught at the bottom of his ass.

I bite my lower lip as I look at him.

“You see something you like, Gunny?”

“Very much, boy.”

“Good,” he says with a sense of pride.

I throw on my fitted tee. “Ready, boy?”

“Yeah, Gunny.”

We start walking north along the river. feeling the breeze through the trees and listening to the birds sing. I look over at my boy. He has such a smile. Sweat is pouring down his cheeks, so he takes the bottom of his sleeveless tee and uses it to wipe his face. His chest and stomach hair are damp.

We come across a fallen tree. “Why don’t we take a rest here, boy.”

“Sounds good to me, Gunny.”

We take a seat on the log facing each other. “Seth, I need to tell you something.”

He freezes with fear. “Um, okay, Gunny, this sounds serious. Is everything okay?”

“Nothing could be better, boy.”

“You had me worried, Gunny. I don’t think that you have ever used my first name.”

“I went for a run this morning because my brain wouldn’t shut off and running helps me think. I started to ask myself questions that I don’t think I was ready to answer.”

“Like what, Gunny?”

“Things like, what I’m doing with you? Would I stick up for us in front of and to my friends? Am I ready to lose people that I have called a friend for a long time? How far do I want this relationship to go? If one day you wanted to get married if I would be on board with that?”

“Wow, Gunny, that’s a lot to think about. I would be lying if I said that I’m not curious what your answer to some of those is. But first I would like to say something, if that’s okay with you.”

I look at him and nod.

“Gunny, it’s no surprise that I have fallen head over heels for you, but with that said I knew what this was when I started this… Well, kinda. You offered me structure, discipline, a purpose, all of which I desperately craved. You never said anything about a relationship and the sex thing just happened. I would never expect you to change for something that you never promised, much less for me.”

I just let out a “huh” in surprise.

“I have to say, boy, that is not what I thought you were going to say.”

“I’m full of surprises, Gunny. Now go on, I am very curious to know the answers to those questions.”

“Umm… well, I realized that I may want those things too… With you.”

“I would like that very much, Gunny.”

I just look at him and smile. He leans in and kisses my cheek.

I stand up and extend my hand.

He smiles and takes it.

He goes to pull his hand away after he stands up. When I hold it tight and interlace my fingers with his, he just looks at me and smiles, and we continue our hike.


Part 10

I wake up the next morning and look over at my boy sleeping peacefully under the sleeping bag. The sun is just making its way over the mountain and caressing his face.

Getting up slowly as to not wake my boy, I take a look around and I can see the dew on the trees. I rub my chest, making my way over to the stream grabbing my manhood, still rock hard from morning wood and empty my bladder.

“Man, if my boy only knew I could do this,” I think to myself.

I finish up and kneel to my boy gently rubbing his chest till he wakes up.

“Morning, boy,” I say in a low gravelly tone.

He opens his eyes, smiles, and goes right into a stretch exposing his hairy pits.

“I think it’s time to hit the road we have a long drive ahead of us.” I start to pack up the camp while my boy uses the head.

We make our way back to the truck tossing our gear into the bed.

“I believe someone mentioned breakfast?”

“What? Who said anything about breakfast?” I say with a smile.

We hop into the truck. “I’m a growing boy, Gunny, I need to eat,” he says through a laugh.

“There’s a diner a ways back we’ll pass it on the way home,” I say as I pull him close and ruffle his hair.

He moves to the middle of the bench seat and puts his hand on my lap. I look over at him and smile, “That feels nice, boy.”

He looks lovingly at me and smiles back.

I put the truck in drive with my foot on the gas, leaving a trail of dust behind us.

We make it to the diner which is pretty busy but running like a well-oiled machine. I walk over to two open seats at the bar, my boy close behind.

A waitress walks up with two mugs and the coffee pot holding the menus under her arm. “Good morning,” she says as she puts the two mugs down and fills them up. She sets the menus down in front of us, “I’ll be back to check on you in just a minute.”

We take a look at the menu. “Damn, Gunny, she sounds like she smoked two packs a day for years”

I let out a light laugh. “It’s probably because she has.” I take a minute and look around the diner. I hear a group of young bucks getting rowdy and making inappropriate comments to and about their waitress.

Just then she comes back. “What y’all having?”

I turn to look at her reading her name badge “Hey Gina, I’ll take three eggs over medium with a side of bacon and some hash browns.”

She turns and looks at my boy. “How ‘bout you, sweetheart?”

“I’ll have the same, thanks miss.”

“Ah, you’re sweet.”

She turns and looks at me and says one check or two?

I look at her and say “one please” and give her a wink.

She smiles knowingly.

“Hey Gina, what’s up with those three young bucks?” I nod my head over to the rowdy table.

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t know, never seen them before.”

“You mind sending over the young thing who waiting on them a minute?”

She smiles approvingly and nods.

“Thanks, Gina.”

Gina goes and puts the order and I see her walk past the young woman and takes a moment to talk to her.

The young woman grabs the pot of coffee and makes her way towards us.

“More coffee?”

I take a look at her name tag. “No I’m good, Jess, thank you. I had a question for you, do you know those boys at that table?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you like the way they are treating you?”

She shakes her head again.

“Would you like some help?” I ask as I discreetly grab my boy’s hand and look up at her.

She nods a “Yes please” with a thankful smile.

I nod back at her and take a sip of my coffee

“Oh boy, here we go,” my boy says quietly as he shakes his head. “When will people learn?”


Jess walks back, putting the coffee back, and grabs the food.

I watch her as she takes the food over to the table. She puts the plates down. “Anything else I can get for you?”

“No that’s all, sweet cheeks,” the man says and then smacks her ass. The other two laughing.

I’m already up and by the table, my boy right beside me before she even has time to turn around.

I put a strong hand on the “man’s” shoulder. “Now, I don’t know who you are, but that’s no way to treat a woman…”

The man tries to interrupt and stand I just put more pressure on his shoulder and squeeze. The other two try to stand up my boy stands in their way to block. His arms crossed under his pecs. Jess now safely behind us they are no longer laughing as he shakes his head.

“Now what I was saying, that’s no way to treat a woman and I think it’s time for you all to go, don’t you? Don’t worry ‘bout your bill, it’s covered.” I let go of his shoulder and gesture my hand towards the door. My boy moves back giving the other two away towards the door.

The man gets up and punches me in the gut, I stand steady. The man, clearly taken back he stumbles. He pulls back his fist again aiming for my face. I catch his punch in my hand and twist it behind his back and pull up on it gently.

“That’s fine, I can help you out.”

I look back at my boy.

As he leans into the others, he says, “Do you need persuading too or are we good here?”

They scurry to their feet and rush by me apologizing to Jess on their way out. “We’re very sorry ma’am won’t happen again have a good day.”

I look at the man his arm still behind his back. “See how easy that was? Here let me help you out.” I pull his arm up farther and turn him around to face Jess.

He grunts in pain. “So… (grunt) Sorry ma’am”

“There you go.” I let him go and push him towards the door.

He starts massaging his shoulder as he walks out the door.

I turned to Jess. “Sorry ‘bout that miss, please take this and cover their check whatever’s leftover is yours.” I hand her 100 bucks.

She wraps her arms around me and hugs me. I give her a gentle hug back.

The patrons around clap.

“Sorry ‘bout that, folks. Please enjoy what’s left of your meal.”

We return to our seats take a sip of our coffee.

Gina returns a little later and drops off our plates looking at my boy. “That’s a good one honey, keep him close their hard to come by nowadays.”

I just smile and sip my coffee. He nods. “Will do miss.”

She reaches out pinches his cheeks and gives it a few love taps. “Such a sweet boy.”

I can see my boy turn red as she smiles and walks away.

We finish up and hop into the truck.

“You know, Gunny, I think that is the first time we have ever told anyone about us. How was it?”

I glance over at my boy. “Honestly, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to me.” I take in what I just said and feel a crooked smile come across my face.

“Good,” he says as he rubs his hand up and down my thigh.

“Gunny, what you say I hit up Ben and John?”

“You trying to show me off boy?

He hesitates. “Maybe? Is that bad, Gunny?

I wrap my arm around him and pull him close till he’s on the bench seat and let my hand rest on his peck. “Yeah, that’s okay with me, boy, although I think Ben’s mind might explode.”

He laughs. “You’re probably right.”

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We get home and I grab the bag, dropping it on the floor right in the doorway and shut the door behind me, kicking off my boots.

I see my boy stretching in the hallway with his back turned to me, his shirt riding up and I can just see the two dimples in the small of his back and lick my lips. He turns around showing off his hairy cut stomach.

I run up to him and pick him up, surprising him. He wraps his legs around my waist and arms around the back of my neck.

“Oh, Gunny.” He lets out a low grown.

I run my hand up his back under his shirt and use my free hand to pull his shirt off as he puts his hands in the air. My forearm supporting the weight of his body making the veins in my arms bulge.

I bury my face in his neck taking a deep whiff. I move my hand to the back of his head pulling him tighter into me, our hairy chests rubbing together. I push my lips onto his, kissing him passionately. I can feel a heat growing in the pit of my stomach. I throw my boy on the bed and remove my shirt in one swift smooth motion. I kneel on the bed between my boy’s legs hovering over him. I watch as he puts his hands behind my shoulders and starts to massage me.

The building in the pit of my stomach stops. He keeps massaging me now deeper and my arms start to feel weak. He moves out from underneath me as I lay down on the bed. As he moves on top of me and starts massaging my lower back working his way up to my shoulders.

“That’s it, Gunny, let me take care of you.”

I feel my arms extend over the top of my head. His hands following the deep lines of my muscles. He works his hand up my traps and then my arms and biceps, pushing deep into me. He hops off and gently nudges me onto my back exposing my furry pecks and pits.

He unbuttons my jeans and pulls off my jeans and boxers, then his. He straddles, me my member right where it belongs still flaccid. He puts his hands on my hips, his thumbs falling into the deep valley of my abs slowly massaging up them. He hits my pecs and digs in.

I let out a low grunt. “Fuck, boy…”

He works his hands up to my shoulders and biceps making sure to get every inch.

He moves his face closer to my pits. I hear him take a deep breath in.

“Fuck, Gunny, you smell great.”

I move my hand to the back of his head and push it deeper. “Fuck yeah, boy. Take it deep hit, let my sent overload your senses.” I can feel the heat in me start growing again, my torso and arms getting tight.

I hear him take another deep hit.

I hold his head in my hand and gaze into his eyes there as big as saucers. “Fucking right, boy, that’s it. Take another one and lick…”

He moves to the side and takes another deep huff, sticking out his tongue, and starts lapping up my musk. He moves over to my trap and bites…

My gun springs to life locked and loaded.

I sit up pulling my boy’s body closer my gun now oozing oil. I stick out my tongue and start to play with his nipple, moving my hand to his other pec and gripping it hard.

He throws back his head in ecstasy.

He grabs my tool and stands up just enough to get the tip in him. “Fuuuucccckkkk,” I grunt out. I feel the head of my tool pop into his hole. His hole now filling with my oil.

He slides back down taking it all the way to the base without any hesitation. I watch the tip of my tool push out the valley in his abs, clearly make out the head. I then feel it pass another tight ring inside him.

I lean up and move us to the edge of the bed pulling him closer. His member poking through our pecks.

I start moving him up and down, his tool oozing more and more oil with every thrust., coating both of our chests.

I move my head down and put the head of his tool in my mouth. It moves deeper into my mouth with every thrust.

He tastes amazing, I feel the fire in me start to consume me. The sweat dripping down my face and chest. I let go of my boy’s tool and kiss him passionately. I move my hand behind my head.


My boy digs in and rubs his face in my dripping pit, coating his whole face and soaking his beard. “That’s it, boy.”

He sticks his tongue out and starts to lick every inch.

That’s my good fucking boy!” I start bouncing him up and down on my tool.

I look deep into his eyes “Cum with me, boy!”

I move my mouth back to his tool and take it inside me.

I feel his hole tighten around my tool pushing me over the edge. I release volley after volley into him. My mouth fills instantly with my boy’s seed, swallowing it as fast as it comes.

I let my mouth fill and then kiss my boy, his seed coating both of our faces, streams dripping down our beards. His tool continuing to unload between us.

I feel my tool cease its assault on my boy and lay down on the bed. I stretch out my arm and gesture my boy to come lay with me so I can cuddle him. He was a great boy after all he deserves some love.

He slowly slides off my tool clutching his whole tight keeping every ounce of my gift inside of him. I can feel the head of my still rock-hard tool pass once sphincter and then a little while later the last one. It slams into my stomach.

He buries his face in my pit again and I chuckle lightly. “Haven’t you had enough, boy?”

“There’s no such thing, Gunny.”

I put my free hand over my head and sigh deeply. “That’s my good boy,” I say as I rub his back. He swings his arm and leg over me pulling himself closer to me.

We drift off to sleep dripping in sweat and cum.

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