My Homophobic Christian Roommate Pt. 03

Hello! This is the next part (Part 3) in the "My Homophobic Christian Roommate" series.

This story includes manipulation, coercion, and a whole lotta blasphemy.

If you haven't read parts 1 and 2, you can find them on my account, but here's the story so far:

Our narrator caught Luke smelling his jockstrap and had him suck his cock in exchange for going to church the following week. Then, at church, our narrator blew Luke in the storage room while he was on the phone with his pastor.

This installment involves humiliation, exhibitionism, latex, public play, and more.

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The next week, Luke walked around me as if on eggshells. Many times, he would open his mouth to speak before pursing his lips and turning away. It was almost as if he had something to say, and wanted me to ask him what it was.

I, for my part, did not care.

And so another peaceful week of shallow pleasantries and surface level conversation continued.

Until Thursday.

"Do you have anything to do tonight?" Luke asked.

I mulled over my potential answers. "It depends what you're about to invite me to," I said.

That statement wasn't exactly true. I did have a definite night plans going out with a friend, but thirsty Thursdays came once a week, and I was starting to get withdrawals from tormenting Luke.

"I think I'm going to a book club meeting," Luke said, "and I wanted to see if you'd go with me..."

Oh God. He was inviting me to Bible study. "And what book would your club be discussing exactly?" I sighed.

Luke avoided my gaze. "Well," he said, "we would be reading a part of the book of Psalms, but it's a lot more interesting than it sounds! In fact--"

"Luke," I said, making sure that he met my eyes. I mustered every bit of sincerity I could. "Fuck. No."

"But if you just worship on Sundays," Luke said, "then where is the Lord in your heart the rest of the week?"

"You know that I'm not going to church because ofchurch," I said, "Right?"

Luke turned red at the slightest allusion to what we had done. He paused before speaking. "I mean," he said, "is there anyway I could convince you?"

"Convince me?"

"Yeah," he said. "Like... Like before."

Oh God. He wasn't inviting me to Bible study... He was inviting me specifically so I would ask him to suck my dick or something in exchange. I wasn't the only one with withdrawals. He wanted me to push him even farther.

I thought about this for a moment. "I don't think there's anything I want from you right now," I said nonchalantly.

His face fell, and I could feel the disappointment radiating from him. He had gotten so used to me pushing the envelope that he was expecting it now. Even more, he was hoping for it.

"But," I said, "if you wanna join me and go to Pixie after, then I'll go with you to Bible study."

His disappointment turned momentarily to disgust, then to turmoil. Pixie was the name of a local gay club. Only 15 minutes from our front door by rideshare, and I could grind and dance on any otter, bear, or twunk I wanted to. If Luke went with me, he would be completely surrounded with homosexuality, the sure target of prying eyes. He would exist in a den full of sin.

"That's the deal," I said before he could answer. "I'll join you at your book club, and you'll join me at my gay club."

"I don't know," Luke said.

I could see doubt flashing across his face, but after spending weeks with this motherfucker, I knew how his brain worked. "Jesus didn't care who needed saving," I said. "As long as people needed saving, he was there for them."

To be honest, I was fairly certain that I had read this about Superman, not Jesus, but it sounded great.

Luke tilted his head back-and-forth, quite literally weighing the options. "And that's it?" He asked. "We just have to go there?"

He was testing the waters, seeing what kind of barriers I was going to try to break down tonight. I'm sure that images flashed across his mind. Would I try to suck his dick again? Would I make him take mine? Would I make him give up his virginity?

I kept my expression neutral, not giving anything away. All I said was "that's it."

And so, hours later, that was how we found ourselves, heading to Bible study together. I drove, and in the corner of my eye, I could see him fidgeting in the passenger seat, already half-regretting his decision. I had grabbed my backpack and tossed it in the back and put a tote bag of mine in the trunk, but besides that all we took were two of Luke's plethora of Bibles.

The house we pulled up to was a suburban cookie-cutter bungalow, shingled with millennial gray, and decorated with freshly painted white trim.

As soon as the car stopped, Luke unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out with a smooth motion. Once again, he was trying to take on the strategy of avoiding Any empty moments with me.

Luckily, for me, I knew that I didn't have to make a single move tonight. Not at his Bible study, anyway.

We got inside, and after a half dozen other college-aged members of the God squad gave Luke hugs and asked him how his heart was, I was introduced to the crew. It was a mix of clean-cut "good boy" types and alternative skaters with hyper-detailed angel tattoos. They shook my hand, dapped me up, and introduced themselves with big smiles. I smiled back, turning up the charm as high as I could. I could even feel Luke's eyes on me, surprised at how well I was getting along With this group.

I'll be gracious and skip the boring part. We read passages out of a newer translation with plain language. It was supposed to make the verses feel accessible, but instead it just felt like we were reading a Twitter summary of an actual Bible passage.

After we finished the text, the group had a too-long discussion and prayed.

I kept up appearances as best I could, and I smiled and nodded along as this group of near strangers as they spilled their guts. This was the closest that a lot of them would ever get to therapy, so I tried to be as understanding as I could.

It wasn't long until we were headed out the door, and Luke tried to hang back as long as he could. Now that the die had been cast, he was reconsidering his side of the promise.

"Luke," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. He shivered at my touch.

He looked at me, barely meeting my eyes and nodding.

We left with waves and smiles, and we got back into the car.

"Let's go to Pixie," Luke said quietly.

"Well, you're going to have to change first," I said.

Luke looked at me, raising his eyebrow slightly. "What I'm wearing is fine," he said.

I just shook my head. "You said you'd go with me, and I'm not walking into Pixie with you dressed like you're about to hand out Bibles."

Luke paused and then nodded. "Fine. Let's go home so I can grab something," he said.

"Don't worry about that," I said. "I already picked something for you."

I reached behind Luke's seat and grabbed the backpack I'd thrown in when we left. I handed it to him as he stared at me. Already I could see the nervousness in his big, innocent eyes.

With trepidation, Luke unzipped the backpack. I could hear each metal tooth as it rolled off the last until finally the backpacks was open.

A pair of jean shorts sat on top of a bundle of mesh and cotton.

The shorts, made of stretch denim, were designed to wedge themselves as far up the wearer's ass as possible. I had gotten them when I graduated in expectation of pride events and gay clubs galore. It turned out, as soon as I had them in hand, I realized that that wasn't the kind of gay I was. I was a staunch advocate of T-shirts and jeans, and even at my most revealing, the Daisy Duke shorts did not appeal to me.

However, I knew that they would look amazing on Luke.

Based on the amount of blood that drained from his face, he disagreed.

I kept the car in park and gesture to the bag. "We don't have all day," I said. "Put it all on."

Luke turned his head back to the house and then to me. We were still parked where we had been, in front of where we had just had Bible study. "I don't want to wear this," he said, "and I'm definitely not putting it onhere."

I rolled my eyes. "Luke," I said, putting on as casual a tone as I could, "if you walk in to Pixie wearing what you have on right now, you're going to stick out much much worse than if you just put this on. And clothes can't be gay in and of themselves. It's just cotton and polyester."

Luke looked down at what he had on currently. It was a baggy yellow short sleeve button down, tucked into skinny khakis. He had a great slim figure, but he dressed as if he had been blindfolded and shoved into a thrift store.

"Don't worry," I said, "I threw a face mask in the car too. Nobody's going to recognize you."

"Fine..." Luke said, his cheeks turning pink as he squirmed. "But why do I have to change here?"

"It's just that if we don't get there soon there will be a cover charge," I said, smiling at him, "I didn't think we'd have the time."

That wasn't true, but "because I love the exhibitionist rush of making you change where anyone could see you" doesn't have the same ring.

Luke looked at the house again. The curtains were drawn, but the idea of stripping in a car outside of his Bible study's meeting place had him on edge.

"Are you going to change?" He asked.

"Of course," I said. "I'll keep watch for you and then change after you're done."

He paused a long time, and he kept looking up, as if God himself was peering down and watching him.

"Start with the pants," I said, trying to soothe him. "Nobody can see below your waist from outside the car."

Luke nodded. He looked up down the road as he kicked his shoes off. They were fake leather with too many panels and an atrocious amount of stitching. I may have been turning Luke gay, but those were the shoes of a straight man.

After making sure that nobody was coming our way, Luke undid his belt and fly, peeling his chinos from his legs. He pushed his knees together as he started to reach into the bag, but as he did, I shook my head.

"Those underwear aren't going to work with those shorts. They'll hang out, and you'll get more stares than if you wore nothing. I put in a pair for you."

Luke looked even more embarrassed as his cheeks reddened further. Still, he didn't argue. He was wearing a pair of cotton boxer briefs, and he tried to take them off as quickly as he could. He made the fatal mistake of forgetting to find the new pair of underwear first though. as soon as he had his underwear around his ankles, he reached into the bag and started to rifle, panic rising over him. His soft and small cock bounced as he moved.

Goddamn, I was glad I made sure to hide the underwear at the bottom.

After what must have seemed to him like hours, Luke found what he was looking for. I gone to work out today and yesterday, and during that time, I had suspected that Luke and I would be sharing some kind of tryst within the next week. As such, I had worn the same jockstrap two days in a row, and when he pulled it out, the smell of sweat and pheromones filled the car. The jockstrap was white, and after two intense sessions at the gym, I could see that they were still a little dark from moisture.

Luke's eyes glazed over. When I had first walked in on him milking his cock, he had been holding a pair of my underwear very similar to these over his face, huffing my smell. Now, as he held the underwear in one hand, I could see his arm, muscles tense, almost as if he was fighting against the urge to bring them up to his face. The instinct was so strong, that for a moment, he forgot where he was. He slowed down, and he just stared at the sweat-soaked jockstrap. My scent had hit him full on, and his dick began to swell and grow under its influence. He could try to pray these feelings away, but he was hopelessly addicted to cock.

I reached up, and with a gentle push, I brought the jockstrap to his nose.

His eyes fluttered, and his breathing deepened. He was drinking in my smell, letting my pheromones twist and warp his brain. His own cock stood fully erect at four inches.

I moved my hand to his crotch, holding the head of his dick in my palm, kneading and massaging it in a circular motion designed to overstimulate. He squirmed but continued to huff. He was lost, high on me.

Then a car drove past, and Luke jumped. In a moment, he went from his cock drunk state to being quickly sobered up, and he scrambled to pull the backpack over his bare dick. His cheeks were red.

He made quick work of the rest of the clothing. He pulled the slightly damp jockstrap up, securing his small cock in its overgenerous pouch. Afterwards, he put on the Daisy Dukes, and even as he sat, I could see how much his feminine hips filled out the seat. Then, sinking down as to not be seen by his friends, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head, immediately pulling the mesh hoodie I had dropped in out and slipping it over his head. I could see flashes of his skin as the evening light fell through the car window. He even switched out his shoes to a pair of high top leather sneakers I had.

Even still, he kept one item on: his cross necklace.

"And you have a mask?" Luke said, trying to look in every other corner of the backpack.

I knew that he wanted to put it on as soon as possible, so that people wouldn't see him, but I wanted to prolong this as much as I could. "It's in the trunk," I said innocently, "but you can get out and grab it if you want to."

"Where's your outfit?" He asked.

"Right," I said. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. Underneath I wore a white ribbed tank top and a chain. "Done."

Luke's face contorted, and he pushed his lips together and looked as if he was going to say something. I was bending Luke really far, and frankly, I was very surprised that he hadn't snapped yet. He had to have a point that he would outright refuse, but no matter how much I manipulated him, he submitted. Finally, he spoke. "J--just drive."

By that point in the late summer, the sun would be completely set by 7:30 p. m. With Bible study and the drive to Pixie, the world was washed in a post-Sunset glow when we arrived. Luke's head was kept low, but on a swivel the whole drive as he simultaneously tried to make sure that he wouldn't be seen and kept an eye out for anyone he who might recognize him. his full lips shone in the street lamps as we passed them

We got to Pixie early enough that there was no line when we arrived.

From the outside, the club was kind of a hole in the wall. They specifically blacked out the windows to keep the club feeling all day long, and with posters promoting weekend male dancers and upcoming drag shows, most of the actual façade was covered. Still, I knew how rich the history here was. It had been a destination for decades for young queer men coming into their own. I hoped that I would be able to add one more to their number by the end of everything.

I parked in a spot far away from the entrance, and Luke looked at me with an annoyance. "I know you said I would blend in once we got in there," he said, "but I prefer not to have to walk too far before that."

"Too bad," I said, turning off my car and pulling out the keys. I opened my door and stepped out.

"Wait!" Luke yelled, opening his own door. "Can you at least grab me the mask from the trunk?"

I smiled before I even turned around to him. "Oh," I said, "yeah."

I circled to the trunk and popped it open. In all of my time avoiding Luke through the first weeks of school, I had found a couple of cool spots around town.

One of these was a latex and leather store. As the trunk fully opened, I pulled out the tote bag I had stashed earlier, and I pulled out a partial latex hood. It left the chin and mouth open, and it had two holes for the wearer's eyes, but besides that, it fully encased the subject's head in the shiny, ink-like material.

I closed the trunk and brought the hood around to Luke, not able to hold back a smile.

His face turned bright red once he saw it. After the amount of gay porn he had "researched," he knew exactly what this was.

"I--I thought you meant an N-95 or something," he stammered.

I just shook my head and held out the hood. "Well this is what I got," I said.

Luke looked around. I could see the turmoil on his face. He was a straight-identifying Christian boy who went to bible study and church every week. He believed with his whole heart. Now, something else had risen inside of him, and he couldn't resist it. No matter how much the thought horrified him, hewanted to see inside Pixie. He wanted to feel the heat of other men's bodies. He wanted more. He couldn't get it without hiding his face.

He took the hood from my hand with shaky fingers, and he started to put it over his head.

I knew we wore the same hat size, so I shouldn't have been surprised, but watching the hood fit him like it was tailored was still so satisfying. There was a zipper to close it on the back, and watching the plasticky black develop his head Center chill down my spine.

After adjusting the hood and making sure that he could see through it just fine, Luke stepped out of the car. His legs quiver with each step, and I could practically see his knees knocking.

It was warm, but he shivered.

I started for the door of Pixie without waiting for him, and he quickened his pace to try to catch up. It was easy to give away to the bouncer and flash IDs, and once we were in,

Luke gawked all around us.

Among the emotions traveling through his head, I knew that Luke would be angry with me. I told him that this outfit would make sure that he blended in, which was an outright lie. The fact that he thought that a latex hood, mesh hoodie, and nearly nonexistent denim shorts would be regular wear for the guests of Pixie showed exactly how naïve he was.

As soon as he stepped in, eyes from all over the still-sparse bar and dance floor turned to him. I watched gay men of all ages and builds move their eyes all over Luke, devouring him in their minds.

He hissed to me. "This will help me blend in?"

"Relax," I said, "this is the early crowd. You'll see. By the end of this, you'll feel like you belong here."

The thought of fitting in was even scarier than sticking out to Luke.

I grabbed his hand and brought us into the club.

We passed the dance floor with cages next to the stage, and Luke tried not to stare at damn near everything. It was his first time walking into a place like this, and he was immediately baptized with flashing lights, various colognes, and leering men.

He reached up and adjusted his latex mask, making sure it was secure.

I brought us to a back corner booth. At the table next to us, two willowy twinks were cuddling, one trailing his fingers up and down the other's slim chest, dipping his fingers between the buttons to touch bare skin.

We sat down, and even over the noise of the room, we could hear the couple as they began to kiss and giggle.

From where we were, we could see the whole bar. As more and more people walked in, we did see a couple more slutty outfits. In particular, there was a group of older muscle daddies who walked in with see-through tank tops and short shorts, with one of them wearing a chest harness. Luke stared at them long and hard when they entered.

Noted.

Luke and I sat in silence, and I listened to the music as it rattled through the building.

Finally, someone got enough courage to walk up to us.

"Hi," a college-aged student in a flannel and glasses said. "Are you two together?" He was handsome, with stubble and a dad bod.

Luke's mouth opened, and he was wholly unable to form words.

"Just fuck buddies," I said.

The latex whined as Luke whipped his head around.

"Ah," the student said. He looked at Luke. "Wanna dance?"

Luke's head whipped around again, now toward the student. He was still speechless.

"Yes," I said. "He does." I grabbed Luke's hip and nudged him.

Luke kept looking toward me, almost asking me to save him. The music thumped overhead. The college student put his hand on Luke's arm, gently shepherding him out of the booth. Luke complied, looking as if he was moving in a dream.

I sipped my drink and watched them go to the dance floor.

Luke clearly didn't know how to dance to techno music as he started moving. Luke would jerkily step off beat, and he looked as if he was made of stone.

This was a far cry from the acoustic worship music he was used to.

I watched as he danced awkwardly, robotically moving his lithe body. The dance floor began to fill up, and in no time at all, Luke was surrounded by gay men of all kinds. As he swayed backward, he would hit the chest of an older bear with a thick beard, and as he stumbled forward, it would be into the arms of an otter with hair sticking out from his shirt collar.

Each time, I could see him mouth "sorry" and recoil, trying to not stay touching any one man too long.

the college student, however, was less concerned, and he was letting his hands trail over Luke's hips and ass. Luke continued to dance, and although he didn't move closer and refused to look anyone in the eye, he didn't move away.

I had a few men approach me as well, and I gave two my number for later but told them I was busy. Luke better be thankful down the line. The sacrifices I was making were immense.

After watching Luke be bumped around like a pinball for twenty minutes or so, I decided to fetch him. I stood and walked across the room, putting my hand on his waist.

He turned to apologize, thinking I was another stranger on the dance floor, but his expression softened at a familiar face. In the music, neither of us would be able to hear the other, so I just nodded my head to the back of the room, gesturing to him that we should walk that way.

He looked around for the college student, but he had been absorbed by the crowd.

I grabbed Luke's hand and pulled him from the dance floor, feeling him stumble for a moment as he let his eyes linger on the group of handsome, dancing men surrounding us.

We passed the bathrooms and headed for the back door. I opened it and let Luke step through.

I knew that the door would lock behind us, so I kicked a rock into the frame to wedge it open. The electronic beat seeped through the crack, still shaking my chest with every thump. This was where people usually went to smoke, but that's not what we were going out for.

Luke immediately saw what I had brought us out here to see: the harness-wearing and bearded muscle daddy from the club was standing, leaning against the brick wall about 20 feet away with his shorts pulled down to his mid thighs.

A younger skinny twink with curly hair was with him, resting in a deep squat to avoid scraping his knees on the hard asphalt. He was bobbing up and down, slurping and gagging on the man's uncircumcised cock. Both of them turned and slightly covered themselves when we stepped out, but seeing that we were just other guests, they quickly resumed, every so often shooting us a glance as we watched.

Both of them seemed to become more intense, clearly enjoying the exhibitionist thrill.

After the all-encompassing music inside the club, hearing nothing but the sounds of a wet mouth over the dull thumping beat still coming from Pixie was tantalizing.

Luke and I stood there for a full minute, just watching the couple in silence. I had seen the twink and daddy head for the back door maybe ten minutes ago, and I knew Luke would--and should--see other men together sexually by the end of the night.

Maybe he could do more than justsee them.

I decided to press my luck again.

"If you join him," I said, "I'll go with you to Bible study again next week."

Luke turned around to me, horror in his eyes. "You want me to do... that to you in an alley?"

"No," I said. "Not to me. I want you to join that boy over there and suck that man's dick"

Luke's horror only grew. He opened his mouth and closed it again several times. He had performed fellatio on me once, and I had done the same to him, but this, an act so public and exposed on a stranger, was unimaginable to him.

"You... You want me to suck another man's cock?"

I put my hand on his back. "I want to see you experience a second one. That's all."

"Here?" Luke looked around. This alley smelled like cigarettes and gasoline, and a sole light shone down from above the back exit. It hadn't rained for days, but the brick walls still looked dark and wet.

"Here," I said.

He looked around, chewing his lip. "And... And you'll go to Bible study with me? Next week?"

"I'll go to Bible study with you next week, and the only thing you have to do is put that man's penis in your mouth for just a few seconds... I know you're not gay, Luke. This is just for me." I spoke in a soft, gentle voice. It was like I was coaxing an animal out of a cage.

The latex on Luke's head shimmered like oil as he tilted it, Staring at the twink as he swallowed inch after inch of the man's dick.

I wasn't sure if Luke had ever seen an uncircumcised penis before, and now as I watched him, he stared at it as if it was some unfamiliar, curious beast. Even if he wouldn't directly admit it, he was interested.

"J--just for a few seconds?" Asked Luke.

"No time at all," I said. "Do it for me, Luke."

The twink gagged, and a thick stream of drool rolled down his chin and hit the ground with a quietsplat. The muscle man groaned. He looked over at us, and he made eye contact as he continued to fuck the twink's throat.

"And... And this won't make me gay?"

"Aren't you supposed to do anything to save a sinner?" I asked in return.

Luke nodded, but I wasn't sure if it was more to himself or me.

"Will you do this for me, Luke? Just for a little bit?"

Luke hesitated, but I saw his tongue cross his lips. The straight boy was salivating. Before he even responded, I knew what his answer would be. "Yes. Just for a little bit."

I raised my voice and called over to the couple. "Can my friend join you?" I asked.

The twink looked up at the man towering above him, and the two exchanged a look. They turned back to inspect us and peeled off Luke's clothing with their eyes. The twink nodded while staring us, sticking out his tongue and lapping at the man's cock head. The muscle man just gave a two finger wave to Luke and spoke in a gravelly voice. "Come here," he said.

Luke stood without moving for a second, and using the pressure I was already applying to rub his back, I gently nudged him forward, leading him through his first, second, and third baby steps. After I pulled my hand back, however, he continued moving as if in a trance, moved by an invisible force. As he walked over the uneven and cracked ground, his hips swayed and his pert ass wobbled.

The muscle man held out his hand to Luke, and when he came close enough, Luke held out his own hand, almost for a handshake. The man's hand was much more massive than Luke's, and it enveloped it, holding it carefully, as if Luke could shatter at any moment. With the same gentle motion I had used to push him forward, Luke was pulled down further and further to the ground, squatting in the same deep position that the twink was, but two feet to the left.

"This is a nice toy you got here," the man said, holding Luke's chin and looking into his eyes as he kneeled down before him.

Luke, for his part, was doing his best to focus on the man standing over him, but as the twink kept deepthroating and gasping on the man's dick, Luke would become distracted and shoot a glance over next to him, letting his eyes linger on the massive member sliding between the twink's lips

"Thanks," I said, smiling. "He's been coming along nicely." I stepped forward myself now, walking up to the three. I already knew before we had even gotten in the car today that I wanted to watch Luke swallowing another man's cock. I wasn't into the cuckold stuff personally, but I knew that if I was going to morph him into exactly what I wanted, he needed to debase himself even more, grow even more corrupted. He needed to become a slut.

I could feel Luke's eyes going between me and the other man, hearing us converse as if he wasn't even there. He was not just being objectified, but he was being made into an object.

The muscle man gasped as the twink continued to bob. "Careful there," he said, running his fingers through the cocksucker's hair. "I don't wanna finish this fun before we even start."

With that, he held the twink's head in place and pulled His dick, centimeter by centimeter from between his lips.

It was thick and covered in veins, bulging closer to the top like a baseball bat. Even fully erect, his foreskin still covered most of his head, and I could see a large drop of pre-cum forming From the part that peaked out. He was six inches long and thick as hell.

His whole package was covered in thick black hair, and his balls hung loose and swayed forward and back.

I felt my own dick grow hard, and I made eye contact with the twink. "Do you want a treat too?"

The twink just nodded back, his eyes still watery and lips still shiny from sucking cock only moments earlier.

I took a few steps around Luke, positioning myself next to the muscle man against the wall so that Luke and the twink could comfortably kneel in front of us. The twink shifted to settle at my feet.

I hadn't planned on this part, but when the opportunity presents itself, you have to take what you can get.

I undid my own pants and fished out my dick as the muscle man stroked Luke's latex-clad cheek. All of us were breathing heavily, but I swore that I could hear Luke's shaky breath louder than any of ours.

Using one hand to hold his cock, the muscle man moved his fingers to the top of Luke's head and guided him down to his cock. Luke opened up his mouth, and as he felt the man's thick dick touch his tongue, he let out an involuntary, small whimper.

He shifted his hips back-and-forth, and I could tell that he was suddenly finding the tiny stretched Daisy Dukes too tight. They rode up his ass, and I could see his shape of his cheeks jiggle as he moved, trying to shift his own hard cock.

Just when Luke was taking his first inches of his second dick ever, the twink began to swallow mine.

I could immediately tell that he had experience, and he was using both hands to pump rhythmically up and down my shaft as he flicked his tongue across my head. He

He pulled back for a moment. "Jesus Christ," the twink purred. You have a nice cock."

I heard Luke wince at him taking God's name in vain. Even with a cock in his mouth, Luke was still watching out for sin.

The muscle man looked at me in the eyes, gesturing down to the twink, who had begun throating my dick. "That slut likes dirty talk," he said.

The twink, in response, given an emphatic "mhmm" to confirm this.

I laughed. "Good slut," I said.

"How about yours?" The muscle man asked. "Does he like being degraded?"

"No," I smiled as the twink continued to slurp on my dick. "He says he's straight, so he doesn't like any of this."

The muscle man chuckled. "Yeah," he said. "I've heard that before." With that, he moved his second hand from his cock to the back of Luke's head, and he started to piston in and out of his mouth much more forcefully.

Luke gagged and tried to relax his throat, and I saw the man make progress in half inch increments, shoving his girthy cock deeper and deeper into Luke's esophagus, cutting off his air flow with each thrust. "It's a good thing you don't like this, straight boy," the muscle man said. "Otherwise this would be gay as hell."

Luke moaned and protested around the cock in his throat, but he didn't push away. His cross necklace now bounced as he was used like a fleshlight.

I decided that it was time to focus on my own pleasure, and I wasted no time in following the muscle man's lead.

"You want my spunk, cocksucker?" I hissed, lacing my fingers through the twink's curly hair.

The twink hummed up at me. His sharp cheekbones were accentuated by his concave cheeks as he sucked as hard as he could.

"You know your way around a dick, you nasty whore," I said, picking up my pace.

Then it was Luke's turn to hum. He kept glancing over to the twink, trying to reproduce his techniques. The only issue was that Luke had not fully trained his throat, and as such, he kept gagging and coughing on the muscle man's cock as it invaded him.

The muscle man did not slow down, and neither did the twink.

"You like that cock, straight boy?" The muscle man asked, panting. "You're a fucking natural."

Luke's cheeks flushed so hard that you could see redness even at the edges of the latex mask's mouthhole.

"The man asked you a question," I said to Luke.

The muscle man pulled his cock out of Luke's mouth and hit it against his rubbery cheeks, making a thick and wetsplat each time it bounced off his face.

Luke's lip quivered, and he looked as if he was about to cry. He shook his head. Even still, I could see his dick. It had slipped from the leg of his tiny jean shorts, and it was sticking fully up. Precum was dripping from his cock, hanging only inches above the ground.

"That's not what your dick says," I said. I gasped. The twink had started swallowing almost all of me, and I was getting close.

The muscle man slipped his wet dick back into Luke's mouth. "Good toy," he groaned. "Good toy."

Both he and the twink were at full intensity, moving fast and deep.

I felt the cum flowing inside my balls, aching for release.

"God," the muscle man said. "I'm going to cum."

I nodded. "Me too."

The orgasm thrashed through me almost immediately. Between doing this in a public space, having my cock sucked by a stranger, and watching Luke fall even further, it all became too much.

I fired the first rope of cum into the twink's throat, and I felt him flex to close it off. He pulled back and starting holding my cum on his tongue as it flowed out and into his mouth. After i felt the last wave of pleasure, the twink opened his mouth to show my his reward: a large pearly puddle of cum held on his tongue.

The muscle man let out a quiet moan and shoved his cock deep into Luke, and as I saw his dick flex and tense, I saw Luke's eyes flutter and and his cheeks fill up a bit. He was following the twink's lead and was holding the man's semen in his mouth.

After every drop had been drained from both me and the muscle man, the twink reached over, grabbed Luke, and kissed him, the cum in both of their mouths mixing together. Luke jumped and almost pulled back after their lips touched, and a gob of semen fell between them and landed on Luke's chest, plastering his cross necklace to his mesh hoodie.

Still, the twink persisted, and made sure to push every bit of spunk into Luke's mouth, continuing to lick his chin where some had dropped after. Luke looked at me, his mouth obviously full. His eyes were wide but not scared as he looked at me, although it was hard to determine his expression through the latex hood.

"Swallow," I said.

He swallowed, and when he opened his mouth again it was empty.

"Good boy," I said. "Just a few seconds, right?"

"W--was that good enough?" He asked.

I smiled at him. "Let's get you home. We only have a few days until Sunday."

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I'll likely take a break from this story to focus on a couple one offs before returning, so let me know what you'd like to see next in this story and others!