No Longer The Boy I Used To Be Ch. 01

Special thanks to Ken Nitsua for the editing, critique, and advice.

**

I'd been in the dorm room three days before my randomly assigned roommate showed up. All freshmen athletes were required to live in special dorms just for them, and we had access to tutors, an enormous weight room, a pool, and the dopest cafeteria I'd ever seen, with chefs on hand to create whatever you could dream up. I'm on the diving team, and at 5'4 and 130 pounds, really had to watch my weight, unfortunately, but everything I had was terrific.

It was mid-July in South Texas, and athletes were basically the only students in town for the next six weeks. Diving practice started around Halloween, so I didn't have much to do besides keep in shape, spending my time either in the gym or my dorm room, taking some online classes. Honestly, I didn't need to be there before classes started, but I was anxious to get away from my hometown and my father.

I was lying on my bed in jogging shorts, laptop open, when he came in around noon.

"Hey," he said, dropped an enormous box on the floor, and walked out.

"Hey," I replied to the empty room.

Our room was really a small apartment, consisting of a living room with study desks under the window, two recliners, and a ginormous television on the wall, a bathroom with a big walk-in shower, a good-sized walk-in closet, a little alcove with a fridge, microwave, washer and dryer, and one really large bedroom with long twin beds, all of it designed to accommodate large people. I thought it was pretty sweet, really, a lot nicer than anything I had at home.

My roommate disagreed. "You mind if I bring in something nice and throw this shit out?"

"I guess not," I shrugged.

I watched him scroll on his phone and thought, 'I'll bet he's popular with the girls.' Easily a foot taller, with curly blond hair and blue eyes, he had the body of a great, natural athlete.

"You want a futon?"

"Uh, no, this is fine, but thanks."

He grunted, tapping away on his phone.

"You be here later to accept a delivery?" he asked.

"Sure."

He nodded and walked out of the apartment.

A few hours later, an even more ginormous TV, two bad-ass loveseat recliners, and an enormous futon showed up.

Around midnight, I was lying on my bed, watching one of my favorite Star Trek: Deep Space Nine episodes on my laptop, the one where Quark, Rom, and Nog visit Area 51 in 1947, when I heard the apartment door open. The bedroom door was closed, and I paused the show, waiting for him to come in, but nothing happened.

I could hear people talking, and then George Strait started playing in the other room; Carrie Underwood, Hank Jr., and Chris Stapleton started an eclectic mix.

I shrugged and went back to DS9. When the episode ended, I set it aside and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Finished, I flipped off the light as 'A Country Boy Can Survive' faded out.

"Faster, Gunner, faster. Gimme that big dick, gimme, gimme, don't stop, don't--FUCK!" a woman babbled from the living room, her loud punctuation as she orgasmed making me jump.

I listened at the door as she rambled for another minute, the blaring music masking a lot of their activities. I chuckled, but voyeurism wasn't my thing, so I ignored my stiff cock and slipped into bed. The door opened a few minutes later, and I closed my eyes and rolled toward the wall, about all the privacy I could give them without leaving the room or the apartment.

Listening passively as they had sex, my cock leaking into my boxers and sheets, I learned a few things over the next ninety minutes. My roommate's name was Gunner, his cock was so big he 'wrecked' her pussy, and he possessed remarkable stamina and recuperative powers, cumming once in the living room and then twice more in the bedroom.

I lost count of the number of times the girl, Zoe, announced she was cumming. Ten? Twelve?

She was a cum-drunk mess when Gunner sprayed her tits with number three, staggering toward the shower. As she left the apartment, Gunner gave her ass a mighty swat, and I could hear her giggling as the door closed.

He took a shower, and then I heard him remove the sheets.

"Well, shit."

I rolled over and saw him staring down at the bed, his long basketball shorts on.

"Need something?" I asked quietly.

"Did they deliver sheets?"

"Yeah, I washed them and put them away; I'll show you," I said, pulling my soiled top sheet off and going into the closet, showing him where I'd put them next to mine.

I helped him get them on, their enormity making it difficult.

"Gunner Johnson," he said in his West Texas drawl.

"Tyler Romero," I replied in mine, his much deeper, and we fist bumped.

"Seems we got ya goin' a bit," he grinned, nodding at my satiny boxers, a huge wet spot on the front, my cock tenting them for the last two hours.

I blushed and shrugged. "That's okay. I'll just pop into the shower if Zoe isn't coming back?"

He yawned and grinned.

"One and done, little guy, one and done. Get after it."

It took me eight minutes to spray the shower floor with my cum, rinse it off, and get my shorts soaking. When I stepped out of the bathroom, he'd replaced my sheet for me and was dead to the world.

**

The first week was pretty much a repeat; Gunner was gone when I woke up, spending his days doing sports things, football, I guessed, like almost all the other guys in the dorm. Then he'd roll in between ten and midnight with a willing co-ed, and they'd get frisky, first in the living room, then our bedroom.

I'm a heavy sleeper, so I started going to bed earlier, trying to be asleep before the action started. When I did wake up, I was achingly hard, with a large wet spot on the sheet--still, an improvement.

"You sure you're okay with this?" he asked one morning.

"It's fine; it's not like you have a lot of options," I shrugged.

"I'd go to their room, but they always want to bring their girlfriends in to join us, and I like it one-on-one."

"Uh, yeah, that's tough," I replied, not knowing what to say.

He chuckled.

"Sorry, little guy, I'm an asshole. You need to get out of the room some if you want something to happen, though, you know?"

"Yeah, okay. Uh, thanks."

**

As week two started, I thought we were maybe becoming friends. I'd only ever had one friend, and he was sixty, so I was just guessing, really.

Gunner confused me, mostly because he didn't bully or mock me, unlike every muscle-bound jock I knew growing up. I'd learned how to survive around them, to make myself so still you forgot I was there, to give them nothing to use as ammunition against me, to make me not worth their time.

Gunner was gone a lot, but he was always pleasant when we were alone. He even asked me if I wanted to go out with him to a bar and meet some of his friends, but I wasn't falling for that one!

I thought that might make him leave me alone, but he persisted, and I was slowly coming around to the idea that maybe he was just a friendly guy.

**

"Do you like your roommate, honey?" Mom asked the night before THE NIGHT.

"Yeah, he's okay, Mom. He's not around much; those football players practice a lot."

"Oh dear, football. But he's okay, you say?"

"Don't worry, Mom, I kinda think Gunner's a good guy."

"Gunner? I swear, every other kid in Texas is named Gunner; it's like I missed the memo."

"Gunner? What's his last name?" I heard my dad yell from the recliner he lived his life in.

"Johnson," I replied, which Mom relayed.

"JOHNSON?!!! Bring me the phone," he barked at my mom.

"No, Mom, don't!--"

"You shittin' me, boy, Gunner Johnson, THE Gunner Johnson, is your roommate?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

I learned years ago the less I responded to my dad, the sooner he went away.

"Boy, do you know how lucky you are? Why Gunner's gonna be the greatest quarterback--"

I tuned him out and logged into the Deep Space Nine fan message board I helped moderate.

"You listenin', boy?" Dad barked a couple of minutes later.

"Sure, Dad."

"Well, will you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Get me a signed jersey!?" he barked, exasperated.

"Jersey?" I replied, just to wind him up, pretty sure I knew what he was talking about.

Dad sighed heavily, and I smiled.

"Jesus, Tyler, the shirts they wear with their number on it and their name on the back. A signed jersey will be worth tens of thousands of dollars one day. You need to get him to sign a helmet, too. Do it and box them up real careful, now, and ship them to me."

"If I can remember. I gotta go; tell Mom I'll call in a few days."

"If you can remember!? Boy, if you know what's good--"

I hung up and tossed my phone down.

"Asshole."

I was surprised to learn that Gunner was supposedly a future star, thinking he sure didn't act like it. Maybe he really was just a good guy.

I should add that I actively follow sports as little as possible, precisely because that's all my dad cares about, besides knocking me and my mom around, but I don't really talk about that.

But don't misunderstand me, I'm athletic and hyper competitive when it comes to diving. Diving was my ticket out of a miserable home life. It earned me a partial scholarship here, and I'll outwork everyone to keep it.

**

It was Thursday evening of the second week on campus when Gunner came into the bedroom.

"Whatcha watching, Deep Space 9 again?" he asked, sitting down beside me.

He'd been doing that lately, sitting on my bed while I lay there on my laptop. It still scared me something fierce, but he hadn't tried to hurt me; not yet, anyway. He just wanted to talk about me, what I liked to do, and what I'd done that day; it was creepy.

"Yeah."

"Have you seen this one before?" he asked me.

"Yeah," not mentioning I'd seen every episode dozens of times.

"Great, then you can come out with me and a couple of buddies. Jeans and a pullover will be fine, and I'll be done in the bathroom in ten minutes," he grinned down at me, then walked away.

I tried not to panic and think of a way out, but failed at both. Eventually, I dragged myself into the shower, resigned to my fate.

I was just nineteen, we all were, and I'd never been in a bar before. It wasn't very crowded, and we snagged a table; the waitress didn't even ask us for identification before she brought over a pitcher of beer.

Besides me and Gunner, there was Dave, a huge White human, and Rufus, an even more huge Black human. I sipped my first-ever beer, which was gross, while they relaxed and joked back and forth. They did try to include me, especially Rufus, but I was super nervous, waiting for the hammer to fall on my head, so they mostly talked amongst themselves. They showed no signs of harassing me, which was a VERY weird feeling, and I loosened up a little after my second beer.

Like all of the female athletes in our dorm, the waitress was super into Gunner from the moment we arrived, flirting shamelessly right in front of us. I was up at the bar ordering some food thirty minutes later when I saw Gunner and the waitress go into the men's restroom.

"Did you see that?" I stammered when I went back to the table, but Dave and Rufus just shrugged their shoulders.

"That's just Gunner. He's a salt block to a deer when it comes to women. Young, old, it don't matter, they all seem to want him. Good thing about ol' Gunner is he ain't arrogant about it, rubbing it in our face or nothing like that. Hell, I get more pussy hanging around him than I could ever get on my own," Dave grinned, Rufus nodding his head.

"So, you're saying I got a chance tonight?" I asked, grinning nervously.

To this day, I have no idea how I had the nerve to say that.

They looked at me, kind of confused, then threw their heads back and laughed, Rufus' massive paw slapping my back, rattling every bone in my body.

"Shooo buddy! He told us you was funny, little one, but damn," he said, wiping tears from his eyes.

I laughed, too, not sure why.

The night turned to shit, though, when an older man as big as Rufus walked in with an aluminum bat in his hand.

"Where is she, Glenda?" he scowled, the bartender pointing a shaky finger toward the men's bathroom and picking up the phone.

"Aw, shit. Come on, Dave, Gunner's got trouble," Rufus said.

An all-mighty commotion ensued, Rufus and Dave five seconds behind the man with the bat. I followed more cautiously, the door flying open as the waitress scurried naked into the women's restroom.

I peeked inside, fists and feet flying, Dave sitting on the floor with blood running down his face, seriously dazed. It was complete chaos, three huge dudes in a tiny space, kicking, gouging, biting. I saw the bat on the floor and picked it up.

It was two-on-one, but the older man seemed to be winning. Rufus's arm was hanging funny, and Gunner's pants were around his ankles, making it hard to move. I inched closer, nobody noticing me, took a deep breath, waited for the guy to turn, and jabbed the bat as hard as I could into his junk. He grunted, his hand covering his crotch, and focused on me. Then he threw his head back and roared, lunging for me.

Terrified, I stepped back, turning to run, when my foot slipped, and I fell to my back, the man stepping over me, almost on me. I was looking up at his nuts and jabbed again with the bat. He wobbled a little, and I hit him again, then Gunner shoved him into the door, and Rufus kicked him in the balls. He slid to the floor, moaning and cradling his nuts.

Dave hadn't moved from the floor, and Rufus leaned against the wall, holding his arm and grinning at me, wincing in pain. Gunner pulled up his pants and sat down on the floor next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I couldn't swear to it, but I think he kissed the top of my head, too.

I heard sirens and started to panic.

"We gotta get out of here, our coaches will be pissed."

"Everything's fine, little one, you'll see," Gunner grinned, wincing in pain and rubbing his jaw.

**

They handcuffed the big guy to a gurney and took him to the hospital, Dave and Rufus following in another, not handcuffed.

Gunner slipped one of the officers a card and his driver's license, signed some autographs, and twenty minutes later, we were eating massive steaks in our cafeteria.

"Why aren't we in jail?" I asked.

"Perks of being a football player in a college town, little one. Still, I used up a lot of chits tonight. I'm gonna stick to co-eds from now on; no more townies for ol' Gunner, no sir.

"But damn if you didn't bail three big ballers out tonight with that Easton! You sure you're not here on a baseball scholarship?" he grinned, rubbing his aching jaw.

I just shook my head.

The cafeteria wasn't crowded, preparing to close, and as we talked and ate, I swear every person there looked at him, pointing or talking about him to their friends, most taking photos. A group of girls came over, all beautiful athletes, took his phone, and stepped around a corner.

Gunner was oblivious.

"Why did they take your phone?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh, they're putting their contact info in and leaving a few photos," he shrugged.

Just then, his pocket pinged, and he pulled out another phone.

"Dave needed a few stitches but doesn't have a concussion, and Rufus, fuck, Rufus has a broken arm. That old man was a much better fighter than we were. We would've been in trouble without you," he smiled, handing me his private phone so I could put in my number.

"My first fight; think I'll quit while I'm ahead," my grin turning to a frown.

"Do you think my coach will find out about this? I'm on a half-scholarship and still have to work to afford this place; no way I can afford to pay the full rate," I said, everything I'd worked so hard for suddenly in jeopardy.

"Hey, hey, don't worry, little one, I'll talk to Coach in the morning, okay?" Gunner said, reaching over to pat my arm.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

Where are you working?" Gunner asked.

"I'm a STEM tutor in our dorm. Pay sucks, but I can't beat the commute."

"How about tutoring me?" Gunner asked.

"What classes?"

"All of them. Coach would be happy, and Granny would be pleased if I came home with good grades. How 'bout $10,000 a month?"

"What!?" my jaw on the floor.

"$15,000?"

"Gunner, stop. Ten is too much, but do you even have that kind of money?"

"Sure, my family's big in oil and cattle; got money to burn. I'll call our financial guy in the morning. And $10,000 sounds right to me. Say yes, little one."

"Uh, yes," I shrugged, shaking my head as the girls brought Gunner's other phone back.

We went up to our room, and I was suddenly exhausted. I took a quick shower, preoccupied with thinking about how there was no way I was ever going home, and walked over to my bed, Gunner sitting on his bed and texting away.

"Goodnight."

"Night, little one," he replied, glancing my way as I leaned across the bed to pull the sheet down.

I settled on my side and saw him staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

Gunner's expression made me shiver. "Nothing. Night, little one."

As my eyes closed on the most exciting evening of my life, I thought I didn't need to be afraid of him anymore.

**

"Mmmm."

"Feel good?"

"So good," I mumbled.

My eyes fluttered open, my roommate's face six inches above me.

"Gunner?"

"Shhh," he whispered, putting his finger to my lips.

I've mentioned that I'm a really heavy sleeper, and as I slowly dragged myself awake, realized I was naked, and Gunner's hard cock was slowly sliding up and down against my own.

"It's okay, Tyler," he whispered, his much bigger beast sliding slowly up and down my very hard cock, watching me intently.

"Okay," I nodded, whispering back, now very much awake... confused, nervous, and excited.

"I don't know why, but girls have always reacted to me; it's only natural you would, too. I see you watching me when I climb into bed or come out of the shower, checking me out. And you're so bad, flaunting your cute little ass coming out of the shower and sleeping naked, your little cock tenting the sheet while you pretend to be sleeping; such a naughty little vixen," he smiled.

All the while, his hips slid slowly up and down, shaft on shaft, the silky skin so hard and hot, rubbing the cleft of my sensitive head. I moaned softly, and Gunner smiled.

I know I don't exactly exude masculinity. Still, Vixen was a new one, and that he meant it as a compliment and not in a hurtful or demeaning way was both completely unexpected and a little, I don't know, thrilling, I suppose.

I wanted to explain that when I was younger, I spent so much time in the pool that the chlorine gave me a horrible rash. To alleviate the itch, I would wear a thin pair of shorts. Over time, I became comfortable with wearing little to nothing. I wanted to tell him I was usually naked, or very nearly so, in our dorm room if I was alone, and that sometimes I forgot to put something on after I showered, that I wasn't intentionally trying to tease him.

I also would have liked to tell him that I wasn't gay, but straight or not, I was in Gunner's tractor beam, a sexual haze from which I had no hope of escaping. I had never done anything remotely sexual with anyone, you see, male or female; this was already the greatest erotic experience of my life.

And that it was Gunner, who could, and apparently did, take anyone he desired to his bed, to want ME, was overwhelming. I was so, uh, flattered, yes, that's it, flattered, that I would do whatever he wanted.

"It's okay, Ty, you don't have to be embarrassed or afraid; me and my friends will protect you and keep you safe from the homophobic assholes."

"Thank you," I whispered.

Over the years, I've endured more than my fair share of homophobic taunts and have wiggled out of a few dangerous situations, usually at the hands of football players, ironically enough. The fact I was hopelessly straight seemed not to matter; my thanks were heartfelt.

Gunner smiled and effortlessly raised into a pushup position.

"Stroke our meat, sweetie."

Pre-cum pooled on my stomach, and I used it to lube my hand, stroking our cocks slowly, my thin four and a half inches dwarfed by his thick meat. On each upstroke, I made sure to rub my thumb over his sensitive slit, Gunner's quiet moan making me feel, I don't know, powerful, I guess. Not something I felt often; I liked it.

"Spread your legs, Ty," he whispered.

I did it without thinking, Gunner reaching above my head, a plastic cap clicking. I ignored it and kept stroking, my hand slick with pre-cum, as excited as I had ever been.

I arched my back and moaned as his meaty, well-lubed finger rubbed my button, a strange, new, and glorious sensation, suddenly very aware of what was about to happen. Anal sex was my go-to destination when it came to porn, dreaming of finding a partner one day who was into it, as well. In my dreams, though, my partner was female, and I was on the giving end; this was 'Alice In Wonderland,' where up was down and down was up.

"Relax and bend those knees, sweetie," he whispered, and I complied before he could finish the sentence, my body miles ahead of my rational mind.

"That's my good girl," he smiled, and I grinned stupidly, the warm feeling in my chest impossible to comprehend.

I moaned as his lubed finger slipped inside, pumping slowly in and out, followed by a second a couple of minutes later, my hips starting to push him deeper as my breathing grew shallow, my hand stroking faster, getting close, the silky iron beast milking my cock.

"Uh, Gunner?"

"Hmmm?"

"I, uh, I'm a virgin," I whispered, blushing.

"I'll be gentle, baby," his brilliant smile lighting up the room, the bluest of eyes I couldn't believe I had never noticed until now shining brightly.

"Oookay. Thank yooh shit, I'm gonna cum!"

My little cock spurt onto Gunner's beast, my hand, and my stomach; Gunner's fingers swirling and stretching my ass, my free hand in his hair as I came more than I ever had before, the little smirk on his face so fucking adorable.

A sudden, powerful need gripped me. I wanted to kiss him so badly, past caring if he was a man, but I sensed he wouldn't like it, so I closed my eyes, his imaginary tongue assaulting my mouth, my loud moan making him laugh.

"Good?"

I opened my eyes and nodded. "So good," I said staring at his lips and stroking his cock, marveling that he hadn't yet cum.

He smiled and rose to his knees, his hulking frame towering over me, my body awash in feelings I'd never had before and couldn't understand.

"Ready, little one?"

I nodded. "Gimme the Beast," I whispered.

"The Beast?" he grinned, and I giggled, one more thing I never did before he climbed onto my bed in the middle of the night.

Gunner bent my knees to my chest and rested the enormous helmet of the Beast against my lubed ass, and I shuddered.

"When I tell you, push like you're taking a shit, okay?"

I nodded nervously.

"Push, Ty," he grunted.

The Beast, slick with lube and my cum, pushed into me while I pushed out, and the giant knob pushed past my ring.

"Oh, fuck that hurts!" I fairly screamed, panicking and squirming to get away from the Beast.

And then his face was inches from mine.

"Look at me, little one, that's it. Now breathe and push out again, honey, push," he cooed, continuing his slow advance, holding me in place effortlessly, goosebumps covering my body.

He held me with his eyes, and the fear and panic abated, though the pain didn't.

I pushed while he shoved four or five times over the next several minutes until I felt his thighs against my butt.

"Okay?" he asked, rubbing my thighs.

"It's so warm, like, like a big fucking curling iron on high," I whispered.

"I'ma use that one, little one," he chuckled, his thumb rubbing my shrunken little cock.

I was still very sensitive, but it felt really nice, oh-so-slowly starting to lengthen once more.

Gunner dropped down, a massive arm on either side of my head, those beautiful lips inches away, and I closed my eyes.

"Slow," I whispered, silently thanking him for being gentle, and something that had caused me such pain a moment ago began to bring me pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known.

My cock was stiffening rapidly now; I masturbated slowly with one hand while the other gripped his long hair at the nape of his neck, watching those beautiful blue eyes while he fucked me, the Beast sliding in two or three inches.

I'm not saying it didn't still hurt, but the pleasure was greater than the pain, especially when I was stroking myself.

"So tight," Gunner grunted, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto my lips. Mmmm, salty.

"More, baby," I whispered again, his grin making me blush as he pushed in a couple more inches, which actually felt better.

"OHH!" my eyes popped open as something magical was happening inside me, my body tingling with pleasure as he fucked me, my cock dripping onto my stomach.

I was awash in happy thoughts as his strokes got longer and quicker, knowing that I was responsible for making him feel such joy, when he swore above me.

"Fuck, I'm close, little one; where do you want it?" he grunted.

"Cum in my ass, Gul!" I blurted out, not even pretending to think any part of that sentence through.

He cocked his head and furrowed his brow, then pounded faster, the glorious muscles in his upper arms, shoulders, and neck taut, his cock swelling inside me, his familiar grunts punctuating each jet of hot cum filling my bowels; just one more weird, wonderful sensation to add to the pile.

It was all too much, and my cock erupted once again, my hand dripping with cum.

Gunner's chest was sweaty, and his neck splotchy as he thrust a few final times, his balls bouncing against my butt as they emptied themselves, then he pulled out and flopped onto his back, breathing hard.

I lay there panting, my suddenly empty ass pulsing, wanting the Beast back in there, when his cum began to slowly ooze out onto the sheet, and I shivered.

"So, how was it?" he asked quietly a few minutes later.

I blushed and grinned, rolling to my side and kissing his shoulder lightly, his arm wrapping around me.

"Thank you," I whispered, tracing patterns on his chest, embarrassed.

"You've got a fire little body, baby, and I've wanted this ass from day one," his hand squeezing a cheek, my little whimper making him chuckle.

"Really?" I asked, flabbergasted.

Gunner smiled at me and nodded.

"And I've never had to work so hard for it, either. You got some kinda crazy firewall around your emotions, baby," he said softly, rubbing my back.

I just nodded.

Looking back months later, it'd be hard to overstate just how isolated my life had been from any affection whatsoever before that night. I didn't begin to know how to handle it, my emotions bouncing around like a golf ball on asphalt.

And my lover being a man hadn't bothered me, not like I would have thought it would earlier in the evening, which had me questioning my identity.

You add all that up, and my head was spinning.

"Did it hurt bad?" Gunner was asking.

"Just that first bit, then it was pretty nice, especially when you went a little deeper," I whispered.

"That was my cock rubbing your prostate; felt good, huh?"

I grinned and nodded.

"Why don't you clean yourself up a bit and bring me a hot washcloth, and then we can go again."

"Again?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Unless you don't want to?"

"No! I do, I do; don't move, okay?" I rushed out, kissing his chest and rolling off the bed, his big paw slapping my ass a stinging blow. I yelped because it fucking hurt, but I'll be damned if I didn't giggle, just like all his girls did.

I was worried I might be dirty back there, but loads of milky white cum were all that came out, my bland diet and monitored food intake paying at least one dividend, I supposed; I needed to do some research. I brushed my teeth and took a peek at my reflection, not sure what I would see looking back. But it was just me... grinning stupidly from ear to ear.

I skipped back to the bed, Gunner watching me, smirking.

"Uh, washcloth?"

"Shit!" I swore, Gunner laughing as I ran back to get it.

He reached his hand out for the cloth, but I kept it, kneeling beside him and wiping his face carefully, then his neck and arms, drying them with a towel while he quietly watched me.

I warmed the cloth again and crawled between his legs, washing his, let's face it, Ty, gorgeous chest and abs, before gently cleaning his cock and balls.

"Gunner, would it, uh, well, be okay if I, uh, you know, gave you a blowjob?"

"You ever blow one of your boyfriends, little girl?"

I shook my head, not bothering to tell him I wasn't gay, probably, reaching out to stroke his thigh, twice as big as my own.

"But I've always really wanted to," I added, which was kind of true. What I often fantasized about was receiving a blowjob, but tonight was all back-asswards, and I figured if I was the top, I'd really want the bottom to blow me before we had sex again.

"Well, get sucking, little girl," he said, with that fucking adorable, infuriating smirk on his face.

I grinned and spread his legs.

"First, what did you call me earlier?"

I blushed beet red.

"Uh, Gul," I squeaked out.

"Like the bird?"

"No, no, Gul Dukat, the villain from DS9," I replied, fidgeting nervously.

"Uh, why?" he asked, looking very confused.

I reached for my phone, searching for a good picture. "Uh, well, he's just, I mean, look," I stammered, handing Gunner my phone.

I had a screengrab where he was shirtless, his heavily muscled upper body chiseled from granite.

"Dude's ugly as fuck."

"He's actually very handsome for a Cardassian. Look at the jaw and his chest; he's just such a... a MAN... like you," I said, whispering those last two words while I ran my hands over his muscular thighs.

"Well, I believe you promised Gul a blowjob," he chuckled, shaking his head.

I nodded, leaning over him and kissing his chest, swirling my lips around his nipple and sucking gently, his quiet groan setting my balls a-tingle.

"Good girl," he sighed.

I licked and kissed my way down his chest, swirling his cute belly button, skipping the Beast to lie on my stomach between his spread tree trunks, my lower legs up in the air, ankles crossed.

"Get to it, little one," he sighed, sounding relaxed, and I prayed he wouldn't fall asleep on me.

"Damn," I whispered, peering at the Beast up close. Even soft, he dwarfed my little cock.

I've watched a lot of online babes giving blowjobs, and I knew what I would want done to me, so that's where I started, taking a deep, nervous breath.

I closed my eyes and pulled his warm, surprisingly heavy cock to my face, inhaling deeply and rubbing his cock and balls all over my face, moaning as the musky, sweaty aroma washed over me.

"Jesus, girl. You love Gul's junk, huh?" he grinned.

"So much," I mumbled, ignoring his teasing and snaking my tongue towards his balls, the skin surprisingly soft with very little hair. I circled them slowly, grinning as the Beast seemed to stir, and dipped my head lower.

"Feet flat on the bed, please, uh, Gul."

He obliged, shoving my pillow under his lower back.

"Mmmm," I sighed, sucking a ball into my mouth, coating it in saliva, and moving to the other one, my tongue bathing them until they were shiny.

I lightly ran my thumb from the cleft of the Beast and across the slit, trying for a feathery tickle, his grunt spurring me on. I slowly ran my tongue down his taint and then back up, my balls tingling like crazy throughout.

I didn't stop at his taint the next time, his tight sphincter pink, surrounded by little blond hairs. I flicked my tongue over it, the salty-sweet taste driving me crazy; Gunner's arm more than long enough for his big paw to pull my mouth tight to his button.

"Mmmm," his gravelly purr so very sexy.

I was lost in a sexual daze, wanting to do all the things I'd ever dreamed of having done to me, afraid I'd never have another chance after tonight, pushing away any thought that would bring me back to reality; reality would come crashing down on me soon enough.

I really only had two skills that made me a good diver. First was the ability to flip and tumble through the air while still hitting the water, pointed straight up or down. The second was being able to shut out the noise and stay focused. Pleasuring Gunner was my task; I hoped my enthusiasm made up for my inexperience.

My tongue swirled and swirled, his hips moving in a little circle until he gently tugged me toward his cock.

"I believe you wanted to give me a blowjob, little girl," he rumbled softly, his eyes closed, tossing my pillow to the floor.

Beast lay on his stomach, impossibly long and thick, and he was barely semi-hard!

"How big?" I whispered, my tongue licking from base to tip, following a thick vein along the way.

"You got nine inches of thick-cut Grade A Gul meat in yo' hands, dirty girl," he drawled, smirking at me.

"Oh myyy. Well, Gul, I do declare I have never seen a finer piece of meat in all my daaaays," I replied, doing my best high-pitched Southern belle drawl, fanning my face and batting my big brown eyes.

"Needs work," he laughed, his smile reaching his dreamy blue eyes.

I stuck my tongue out at him and we laughed.

Copying another video I had seen (I guess I watch a lot of porn), I gripped the base of his cock and squeezed hard, though I couldn't quite get my hand all the way around its girth.

I stroked slowly upward, my other hand a few inches behind it, over and over, my mouth opening, preparing to take him in.

"Watch the teeth," he warned.

"Okay," I whispered, my heart hammering away.

The Beast was warm and silky as he passed my lips, slowly lowering my head, swirling my tongue around the knob and sensitive cleft before lowering further. I got about three inches in before I sat up, taking deep breaths, continuing my slow handjob.

"Breathe through your nose, baby girl," he said kindly, caressing my cheek.

I thought he was fully hard, but the Beast continued to rise as I went back for more. I swirled my tongue around the head, bobbing a little further each time, sweet pre-cum hitting my taste buds a few minutes later.

"You ready to get fucked?" he grunted, and I looked up into lust-filled eyes and shivered, nodding.

"Lube up and hop on, the Beast needs your sweet ass again."

My chest tightened at the thought of him wanting me again, slowly working two slim, heavily lubed fingers in, stretching my hole, and straddling the Beast.

"It'll be better this time, little girl," he grinned, holding the Beast as I slathered lube on and slowly impaled myself.

"Fuuuuck," I moaned, a wonderful shudder coursing through me as he passed through my ring, slowly lowering myself.

"You're driving, little girl," he said, a small smile on his face.

I nodded, bouncing carefully on the Beast, just a couple of inches to start, but he was right. There wasn't horrible pain, really, just discomfort that lessened as my chute stretched to accommodate his thickness. Never in my life did I think something as big as the Beast could fit inside me; until tonight, I wouldn't have wanted it to.

Goosebumps seemed to explode all over my body with each bounce, and I placed my hands on his hard pecs, going a little faster and a little deeper, my eyes on his lips. I got into a nice little rhythm, taking three or four inches inside me, just niggling that wondrous prostate, when his deep thrust rocked my world. I shrieked, my arms buckling as I dropped to his chest, my head in his neck.

"Damn, yo' tight ass got me going, girl," he grunted, slathering more lube on the Beast, thrusting hard and fast, laughing when I squealed, my mouth on his neck, his ear, his shoulder, kissing, biting.

I moaned loudly, sparks shooting to my fingers and toes and everywhere in between, my little cock throbbing with every jackhammered thrust of the Beast, my mind floating on a cloud, my hands in his hair, caressing, pulling, no sense of time.

"Sit with your back against the wall," he commanded sometime later, suddenly pulling me off of him and tossing me like a doll toward the edge of the bed, my ass screaming in protest, his hips straddling mine.

He stroked the Beast aggressively, inches from my face, his free hand behind my head.

"Just swallow and keep swallowing, okay?"

I nodded, reaching out to fondle his balls, when he pushed the Beast deep into my mouth and roared, hot, sticky wetness flooding my mouth and the back of my throat. I've never had a strong gag reflex, and it came in handy now, swallowing rapidly, some of his cum running down my chin and dripping onto my chest.

Gunner released me slowly, his sweaty chest heaving, and I ran my hand through his chest hair as he recovered.

He looked down at me and chuckled, his thumb scooping up the cum on my chin and putting it to my lips; I sucked it in greedily, my fingers searching for more.

"You saved our bacon at the bar, little girl. Thank you. You got guts to go along with that great ass. But, unlike you, I gotta be up in four hours," he said, lightly kissing my lips and climbing off the bed.

"Change them nasty sheets while I'm in the shower, then you can take one," he added, which seemed right.

My eyes were glued to his ass as he walked toward the bathroom, pausing at the door to slap a cheek and give it a squeeze, chuckling when I giggled.

**

I lay alone in bed, naked on the clean sheets, watching Gunner, sprawled on his futon on his back, staring at the Beast in the low light from the bathroom.

"A bunch of freshmen are heading down to our beach house for the weekend, and I want you to come along, okay?"

"Uh, I don't--"

"Rufus and Dave will be there, and my friend Maria, who I really want you to meet. You'll have fun."

I sat up in bed, my arms hugging my knees.

"Gunner, you meant it when you said you'd protect me from the 'homophobic assholes?'

He turned his head to look at me, then held out his hand. I lay down beside him, his arm around me, so comforting.

"There will be none of that this weekend; you have my word."

"Okay, then. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you shave your legs, little girl?" he asked softly, sleep in his voice.

"I don't really have much, but yeah, all the swimmers and divers do."

"But not around your ass or your girl-cock?"

"No," I replied, my mind barely registering that comment.

"You really should, you know, and a little makeup."

"Okay."

"And it's okay if you have even longer hair when you dive?"

"Sure, I can wear a cap," I replied, fingering my black shoulder-length hair.

"Good girl," he whispered, and I smiled, feeling all warm inside, and eventually drifted off.

**

The alarm on my phone woke me up at 9:00 Friday morning, sprawled on my stomach on the futon, naked and uncovered, my eyes slowly opening, a Post-it note on the pillow.

'Check your ass,' it read in Gunner's illegible scrawl.

I reached back and felt around my butt and found another Post-it.

'Check your phone.'

I grinned and grabbed my phone, finding a new video. It was two hours old and started on my face. My eyes were closed, I was breathing steadily, and I was obviously asleep.

"My pretty Latina roommate," he said softly, carefully moving my hair away from my face, which seemed to frown and smile at the same time.

The video followed his finger as it trailed over my shoulder and down my back to my hip, gently squeezing my ass cheek, Gunner talking softly.

"You were terrific last night, honey, but you need to get up now because we're leaving from out front at ten sharp. I'm sure you're nervous, but I promise you'll be safe, okay?

"Plus, I've got a friend going who has a mad crush on you, so please be strong. And look for Maria downstairs; she'll help you. Gotta run."

His finger slid between my cheeks, and the video moved back to my face, Gunner chuckling as I moaned softly for several seconds before the video ended.

I grinned and looked at the clock: 9:07!

I swore and ran for the shower; I'd have to examine my feelings later.

**

I walked down six flights of stairs, my steps slowing as doubt crept in, and I pushed through the dorm doors. Six gleaming white Cadillac Escalades sat at the curb, a mix of athletic guys and girls milling about, squaring luggage away while they laughed and talked.

I stood and watched them from twenty feet away, wondering what the hell I thought I was doing there. People just like the thirty in front of me had shunned and/or bullied me for as long as I could remember; why should I expect these people to be any different? And how could Gunner possibly know what they might do if I gave them the opportunity?

I turned away, hoping to get inside before anyone saw me and they started laughing.

"Tyler?"

Shit, walk faster.

"Tyler?"

I was almost at the door when I felt a hand on my arm, and a beautiful Latina stepped in front of me.

"Are you Tyler?"

"Uh."

"I'm Maria; Gunner mentioned me, yeah?"

I managed to nod, looking longingly at the lobby, just steps away.

"You're not coming with us?"

"I, uh, I don't think so. It's not really my," I mumbled, a roaring beginning in my ears, a panic attack gaining steam.

"Okay, just let me grab my luggage; I'll be quick," she said.

"Uh, what?"

"Well, I don't wanna go if you're not going. We can just hang out here, okay?"

"But--" I managed, seriously confused.

"Gunner told you he'd keep you safe, didn't he, Tyler?"

"Uh, yeah. How--"

"I promise he doesn't put up with the shit I'll bet you had to endure back home, honey, and he doesn't hang around people who do. Plus, he throws a helluva party for a redneck White boy. Would you reconsider coming to the beach with me?" Maria smiled kindly.

"Well--"

"Our bedroom has a lock in case you need to get away, okay? Please?"

I looked at her, really looked, and kindness was all I saw.

"Okay," I said, smiling softly, a decision that would change my life.

Maria smiled and looped her arm through mine, and when we turned, the others smiled and then resumed what they were doing.

**

The Ubers dropped us at a private airfield, where a chartered plane was waiting to whisk us down to the Gulf. Just as I was thinking Gunner really must have 'money to burn,' my phone pinged with a text from my bank saying $10,000 had been deposited into my account for 'tutoring.' Unbelievable.

Gunner smiled at me, but the plane was crowded, music was playing loudly, people singing and dancing in the aisle, and there was no chance to talk. I was happy just to sit and look out the window, Maria next to me, holding my hand lightly; I'd never been on a plane before.

The beach house was beautiful and enormous: 7,000 square feet spread over four floors, with seven bedrooms and an elevator. A big pool with a diving board took up the front yard, a large pond beyond that, the Gulf a hundred yards in the distance, and the nearby resort had a tiny hotel with a bar/restaurant right next to another pool with cabanas.

Thirty young, energetic, beautiful people descended on the house, yacht rock, of all things, soon blaring throughout. Maria led me up to the fourth floor and a small bedroom with two twin beds next to a large master bedroom and bath. We unpacked quickly, and she handed me a key.

"Keep this door locked or we'll never have any privacy, okay?"

I nodded. "Are there enough beds for everybody?"

"The great room on the second floor has about twenty air mattresses for those who don't snag a bed; an orgy is sure to break out at some point, but I'm not an orgy kinda gal. You?"

I shook my head, and Maria smiled.

"Have you ever had an enema, dear?"

My eyes got big, and I shook my head.

"Well, if you're going to be having sex, you'll want to be clean back there. Come with me and I'll walk you through it," she said, taking my hand and a small bag across the hall and into a large bathroom.

Maria was persuasive without being pushy, and her matter-of-fact attitude soon had me bent over the counter with my legs spread. It was embarrassing, sure, but her clinical manner was very calming, and we were quickly finished.

"How about we go up to the resort? I've reserved a cabana where we can talk."

"Uh, sure."

**

Maria was a year or two older than me, I thought, and apparently knew Gunner well, obviously familiar with the beach house and the resort.

She was about my size (5'4 and 130 pounds); her Latina skin a bit darker than my lighter shade, with black hair that fell below her shoulder blades. Her breasts were perky and the perfect size for her body, her ass mouth-watering, and she wore a T-shirt and boardshorts over a pink bikini, with a pink Dallas Cowboys bucket hat.

I had on boardshorts, a tank top, and my U. S. Olympic Trials hat.

"How do you know Gunner?" I asked as we walked.

"My stepdaddy and Gunner's daddy are brothers. I've known him for about five years, I guess, and we're very close."

"I've only known him a couple of weeks, but I really like him. He's so different from the jocks back home. That's why I turned to leave, Maria. When I saw all those people, it just..."

"Bad memories?" she said softly, and I nodded.

She reached over and squeezed my hand. Maria ordered a pitcher of strawberry margaritas and an oscillating Cool Zone fan, and we settled in a cabana set away from the others, quite comfortable despite the oppressive heat.

"So, Gunner told me about last night," Maria said, watching me.

I blushed. "I kind of figured. He wants to make sure I don't tell anyone, right? I get it, Maria, and don't worry, I don't have anybody to tell who would understand, anyway; hell, I don't really understand it myself.

"There's just something irresistible about him, isn't there? The girls practically throw themselves at his feet, that older woman at the bar, too. I mean, I'm straight, and by the end of the night, the Beast was the only thing I could think about."

Yes, I had slept with him last night, but I hadn't had time to process what that meant yet; 'straight' was my reflexive orientation.

Maria was staring at me.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're straight?" she asked, incredulous, her eyes laughing at me.

I sighed, closed my eyes, and shook my head. Would I never learn? I stood up, fishing in my shorts for the bedroom key and tossing it to her.

"Fucking hilarious, isn't it? I mean, how could a small guy with a pretty face not be a raging homosexual, right? I must have 'Fuck with Tyler' tattooed on my back; is that it? I'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight," I said, my face hot, pissed at myself for trusting her, for trusting Gunner.

I gulped down my margarita, still mostly full, which was a mistake. First, it was strong and left me woozy, and second, major brain freeze. I had intended to slam the empty glass down and storm off, instead, I flopped back down on the lounger and grabbed my head in both hands.

"Fuuuuck," I groaned, my eyes shut tight.

It took a minute to go away, and when I opened my eyes, Maria was standing in front of me.

"Honey, Gunner told me you were gay, which is why I reacted the way I did, okay? I'm sorry I upset you, but I promise I wasn't making fun of you, all right, I would never do that. Forgive me? Please?" she asked, the bedroom key in her hand.

I stared at it, then Maria, her face again radiating kindness.

'The devil you know,' I thought, and took the key.

"Sorry. I never react like that."

"Don't apologize, Tyler. I know all too well it's the ones we think understand us who can hurt us the most."

I nodded. "How could you know that?" I asked.

Maria dropped her shorts, pulling her bikini bottoms to the side, her soft cock staring me in the face.

"Wow, I had no idea," I managed after several seconds.

Maria tucked herself away.

"My favorite reaction," she smiled, pouring me a drink and sitting down beside me.

"You're beautiful, Maria," I added, and she grinned, squeezing my hand.

"You know, this is all starting to make some sense," I said, telling Maria about Gunner calling me a girl and saying I should let my hair grow and wear makeup.

"Mmmm, Gunner and I are so close; I think he has an eye for cute men like you that would be gorgeous as women, with that sexy voice, those cheekbones, your big brown eyes, and that cute little ass."

I blushed and she grinned.

"The things that lead to us being picked on as guys, our size and feminine features, our mannerisms, also make us attractive as women. Haven't you ever thought about it, Tyler, just a little?"

"Well, I did try on my mom's skirt and blouse one day after these jocks at school called me a femboy. It made me feel, pretty, I guess, a little sexy," I replied, blushing as I shared my secret.

Maria smiled and gave me a hug.

"I started wearing panties when I was twelve, just simple cotton, pink, or lavender, and it made me feel pretty on the inside, you know? I knew I was different, that I liked boys, but when I looked in the mirror that first time, my little bits tucked between my legs, it was like the way I looked in the mirror finally matched the way I felt on the inside."

"I'm really happy for you, Maria."

She grinned and kissed my cheek, then ordered another pitcher of margaritas as we sat with our legs crossed and our knees touching.

"How was your first time with a man, if you don't mind me asking?"

"First time, period. I've never done anything, honestly, and I probably would've panicked if I'd been awake when he lay on top of me. But I opened my eyes, and he was just sooo THERE, ya know?"

Maria grinned and nodded.

"He didn't force me, not at all, but at the same time, I felt powerless to resist him. It hurt at first, really hurt, but then it was tolerable, and the second time was loads better. Between the Beast, those blue eyes, and that infuriating smirk, I mean, I get why the girls fight over him."

I was a little embarrassed to be sharing something so personal, but I didn't have anyone else to talk to about it, feeling my cock grow as my mind replayed the Beast taking my virgin ass.

"The Beast?" she grinned, and I shrugged and ducked my head, giggling when she started.

"So, you and Gunner?" I asked.

"Mmhmm, from quite literally the very first minute he turned eighteen, but he's been protecting me ever since I told him I was gay and liked wearing women's clothes. I can't tell you how many fights he's gotten in on the ranch with ranch hands who made disgusting comments or threatened to beat me or worse, and he convinced Uncle Brian, his daddy, to get rid of several of them. Gunner even sat in on interviews with the ranch manager to be sure the new guys were okay with me," she smiled, wiping away a tear.

I smiled and realized we were still holding hands; I squeezed.

"That's why he said he would protect me," I realized.

"I might be straight, but Gunner isn't the first person to assume otherwise. Usually, that ends with me getting harassed, beaten up, or shoved in a locker; I prefer getting fucked, by Gunner, anyway," I grinned, Maria slapping me on the shoulder as we started giggling.

"I do, too; he's a wonderful lover. He comes over every morning before practice, just to make sure my day starts off with a bang," laughing before she could finish the sentence.

We talked and drank, and I learned she was twenty-one, a junior at our university, and lived in a condo with a girlfriend off campus.

I told her about my asshole of a father, who openly disapproved of me because I wasn't a foot taller, obsessed with football, and a macho asshole like he was.

I had never opened up to anyone like this, realizing how lonely and isolated I'd been my whole life. Maria was very nice and easy to talk to, and we were on pitcher number three by this point and more than a little drunk, lying on our sides, holding hands.

"I'd really like to kiss you, Ty. Would that be all right?"

I nodded, maybe, I can't remember, but I remember her soft, strawberry margarita-flavored lips, parted slightly, as they gently touched mine.

My first-ever kiss! From a fire older woman, no less. Maria may have had 'little bits' between her legs, but she was all woman as far as I was concerned.

I slowly got the hang of it, and she gently pushed me to my back, her hand wrapping around my erection, smiling when I moaned.

"Mmmm, that's nice, Ty," gently squeezing me as her tongue sought mine out, wanting to play.

I lost all track of time, her mouth eventually disengaging and moving to my neck, her hands tugging my tank top up and off, her lips on my nipple, winking at me when I moaned. And then further and further south, my shorts and boxers tossed aside, my cock springing free, already leaking from her ministrations.

"Oh, how lovely," she smiled.

"It's tiny compared to Gunner's," I frowned, expressing my disappointment.

Maria chuckled.

"So is mine and almost everybody else's, honey. My favorite dildo is just five inches long, and it satisfies me every time," she smiled, resting on her haunches between my legs.

I could hear children laughing in the pool thirty feet away, but the only person who had walked past or stopped by our cabana was the waiter.

Maria pulled her T-shirt off and her bikini bottoms aside, letting her cock breathe.

"God, you're so beautiful, Maria," I said softly, my eyes drinking her in while she took a band out of her pocket and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

She smiled.

"You don't mind my little bits?" she asked, tugging on her slowly stiffening cock.

I shook my head.

"Even though you're straight?"

I shook my head again.

"I guess maybe I'm, uh, not so straight after all," I blushed.

Maria grinned.

"Straight's just a word, Ty. How about we just have some fun this weekend and talk about it later, okay?"

I nodded, and she took a big drink, then she settled between my legs, her cold mouth engulfing me.

"Fuck!" I barked.

Maria giggled, her tongue doing magical things to my sensitive head, before moving down to suckle my balls while she very slowly stroked me. This was my first-ever blowjob (on the receiving end), and she sensed it wouldn't take much to get me off, so her lips moved from my cock to my balls and further down to my taint and my little starfish, then back up, humming softly; her tongue was wondrous.

I felt a chill as an enormous shadow blocked out the sun coming through the cabana opening, and I opened my eyes to see Gunner, shirtless and sweaty, holding a pitcher of margaritas, a grin on his face.

He pulled the flap nearly closed, leaving space for the Cool Zone fan, and caressed Maria's ass.

"Sorry, baby, couldn't get away."

Maria looked over her shoulder.

"G, honey? I'd like you to say hello to your STRAIGHT roommate."

"Huh?"

"That's right, you big goof, you seduced your straight roommate last night," she grinned.

He had the decency to look deeply embarrassed.

"Shit, Tyler, I'm sorry."

Gunner sat down beside us, while Maria took all of me into her mouth and throat, her finger working slowly into my ass, his arrival what she'd been waiting for, apparently.

I moaned loudly as my lust-filled eyes traveled up his sweaty, sexy six-pack. God, but he was fucking gorgeous! By the time my eyes reached his face, that adorable, maddening smirk was waiting for me.

"Straight, huh?" he chuckled.

"Gunner? Shut up and kiss me."

"Gunner?" he smirked.

"Ugh. Gul, kiss me already!"

Straight or not, and that was now in serious doubt, I couldn't resist him. He laughed as I reached a hand up into his hair and pulled him to me, his smiling lips meeting mine, his tongue forcing its way inside, and I kicked myself for not kissing him last night.

I exploded like thirty seconds later in Maria's talented mouth, and by the time I had my wits about me, she was on her back beside me, Gunner straddling her chest and feeding her the lengthening Beast.

I stood up, clearly drunk, and found a bucket with bottled water and energy drinks on ice just inside the cabana. I took a long swallow of an energy drink and handed the can to Gunner, who drained it and settled between Maria's legs.

Her legs spread wider as I began sucking hard on her softened cock, and she began to lengthen, as long as me but quite a bit thicker. I sucked on her small balls, then back to her cock, which I was just able to take most of into my mouth.

My nose touched her stomach after several tries, and I pulled back, proud of myself, long trails of spit hanging between us.

"Get her pussy ready for the Beast, but don't stop sucking," Gunner grinned at me, and Maria laughed around his cock.

Coating two fingers with saliva, I gradually entered her, pumping slowly, her tasty pre-cum dripping non-stop into my mouth.

"Don't stop, Ty, don't stop," she panted, as Gunner climbed off of her and latched his mouth on her dark nipple, her hands in his hair.

"Cumming," she squeaked, spurting her pleasant, watery nectar into my mouth.

I cleaned her with my tongue and sat up, my fingers slowly fucking her while they made out above me. It felt like I was watching something intensely personal, so I just closed my eyes until I felt them moving around.

Maria was smiling and curling her finger at me, so I crawled up and straddled her hips, my body covering hers.

"That was very sweet, Ty, thank you, and for a wonderful blowjob; you're a quick learner."

I grinned, Gunner's hands squeezing my ass as he settled behind us.

Pushing Maria's feet up in the air and back until they were equal with her head, my legs stretching wide as a result, he placed my arms outside them to keep them there. My cock rested on Maria's, two of Gunner's fingers spreading cold lube on my button and working it slowly in, my body tensing.

"Breathe, Ty, breathe," she said softly.

"You ready for the Beast, baby?" Gunner said behind me.

"For fuck's sake, Ty, he was impossible before, now look what you've done," Maria said, shaking her head, her eyes smiling.

Her eyes fluttered, and goosebumps popped on her shoulders as he entered her, sighing contentedly and smiling, pulling my mouth down to hers, two thick, slick fingers continuing to stretch me.

Then he was at my back door, Maria coaching me and directing Gunner, and the discomfort was less because of her guidance. We made out, our spent cocks rubbing together, Gunner fucking us silly. My eyes fluttered as he hit my prostate, the Beast's long strokes sending electric sparks throughout my body, Maria grinning at me.

Gunner announced he was close, and I rolled off Maria, who turned and took him into her mouth, his thick cream soon flowing over her tongue and down her throat.

We collapsed in a tangle and drifted off for a little while, then got dressed and rinsed off under an outdoor shower near the changing room.

"I should keep all of this a secret, right?" I asked as we walked back to the house, Maria in the middle, holding our hands.

They looked at each other, and Gunner wrapped his arm around Maria.

"I hate it, but yeah. I wanted to just stay at the ranch and to hell with football, or go someplace Maria could be more open about who she is, but our family's been going here for four generations, and she insisted."

"We both need to sow our wild oats before we make any long-term plans, and so long as I'm careful and stay around campus and town, I'm safe enough," Maria added, Gunner's expression saying he disagreed.

"Everyone here knows we're cousins, and a few close friends know about my 'little bits,' but I think you're the only one who knows just how close we are, so yes, please keep that to yourself," Maria added.

I nodded.

"As far as our guests here this weekend, we know they are either bi or chill with whatever happens, and everyone agreed that what happens here, stays here; whether that will happen or not, who knows?" he shrugged.

"Have fun and explore, honey, okay? You can trust everyone here not to hurt you, so if it sounds interesting, try it! Next week we'll talk about what you're feeling, what you liked, what you didn't, and what you'd like to explore further," Maria smiled and squeezed my hand.

I nodded, my stomach rumbling as we neared the house, three food trucks parked at the curb, the party in full swing around front by the pool.

"Gunner, were you serious about someone having a crush on me?"

"Yep," he smirked, and Maria grinned, nodding.

"Any chance you'll tell me who it is?"

"Nope," he replied, the two shaking their heads.

I sighed, frustrated.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Maria said, kissing my cheek and eyeing Gunner, who grinned and nodded, and we watched her head inside.

"She's pretty great, huh?" Gunner asked, and the look on his face was one I'd never seen before.

"Pretty great," I grinned.

"Go sow some oats, little girl; I think I'll take a shower," Gunner winked, slapping my ass and slowly working his way through the crowd that always seemed to gravitate to him.

**

"Little one! Yo, little one, over here!"

I was tossing my dinner plate in the trash and looking around, Gunner's big friend Rufus waving at me from a loveseat by the pool. I weaved my way over, wondering if he'd stop calling me that if I asked, and he patted the seat next to him.

He looked a little drunk, but a happy drunk, and I sat down, his left arm wrapped around my shoulder, his right in a cast from his shoulder to his wrist and looping around his thumb for support.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not too bad, but it's inconvenient as hell. Can't button a button or even zip up my damn shorts. But it was not being able to bust a nut this morning that's got me about to lose my damn mind. I'm so mad at my useless left hand I'm thinking about just chopping the fucker off."

I giggled. Mortified, I cleared my throat and chuckled. (I hadn't giggled since I was seven, and now I couldn't stop! I guess Gunner calling me a girl and my conversation with Maria was niggling around in my brain. Sooo embarrassing)

"You go right on and giggle now, little one; it suits you," Rufus smiled, squeezing my shoulder.

"It must be--"

"Yo, Ruf! That the little dude who saved your life last night?" a wiry black guy hollered from the other side of the pool, laughing, making his way towards us.

People looked our way and laughed, some explaining what had happened to others.

"Damn straight. Gunner would probably be in the hospital and this weekend canceled if it wasn't for my little one here, so show some respect, Dre."

Dre sat down, feeling no pain, and squished me into the middle, offering me his glass.

I was still a little drunk from the margaritas, but took a polite swallow, my ears warming from the straight scotch.

"What's that on your hat?" he asked, taking it off to look at it.

"Oh, uh, nothing."

"Says U. S. Olympic Trials Participant, Austin, Texas. Don't sound like nothing. What sport?" Dre asked, looking at me closer.

"Come on, spill, little one," Rufus smiled.

"Uh, I'm a diver, see, and I got the hat when they, uh, invited me to try out for the Olympics three years ago; I didn't make it," I added quickly.

I wasn't comfortable talking about myself, and kicked myself for wearing the hat, helping myself to a larger swallow of Dre's scotch.

"Yeah, but you were just a kid, little one, is it? You must be pretty good," Dre said kindly.

I shrugged nervously.

"Go on, little one, give us a dive," Rufus grinned, pushing me to my feet.

I turned, and they grinned at me, starting to chant.

"Dive! Dive! Dive!" and pretty soon, half the people there were chanting, Rufus smiling and nudging me toward the pool.

Blushing, I flipped him off and headed that way; everyone cheered.

I pulled off my shirt and lowered my boardshorts, which you can't dive in, not a real dive, anyway, eliciting loud whistles from the crowd. I tuned everything out and examined the board, not quite one meter above the water, which made it a challenge. Still, I was confident I could pull off a forward one-and-a-half somersault... reasonably confident.

I climbed up on the board, visualizing, breathing slowly, and here we go. Three steps, a hop, bounce and launch, tuck and flip, legs out straight, find the water, hands together, no splash.

'Not Olympic good, but not bad for being a little drunk,' I thought as I swam to the edge and hopped onto the deck to applause and chants of "Lit-tle one, Lit-tle one, Lit-tle one," which was more embarrassing than you can imagine.

I blushed and waved, walking over to a grinning Rufus and Dre, downing the rest of Dre's scotch.

"How come you're not clapping?" I grinned at Rufus, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at his ass and the ground as he tossed me over his good shoulder to raucous laughter.

TO BE CONTINUED