by Gavin Atlas
“Deal,” I told Rudiger.
* * * *
That night, I slept like a rock. Luis had told Rudiger to invite me to a free dinner at the restaurant, and afterwards I went right to bed. I had planned to imagine that Rudiger hadn’t taken no for an answer and jerk off. That way I wouldn’t be too horny to think clearly in the morning. However, I conked out. Now I was headed for Playita in a red Speedo that was even smaller and tighter than the one I’d worn yesterday. Thinking about what might happen gave me a hard-on visible through my swimsuit, and I had to wrap my towel around my waist.
There were many fewer people there today. I put my towel down in the shade. I lathered on sunscreen for a while and wished I had brought a book.
After fifteen minutes, I heard Rudiger say “Hi, honey” behind me. He, Luis and a third man, the one who had my swimsuit yesterday, were making their way down a steep path through the dense underbrush that ended at the beach.
“Listen,” Rudiger said. “It’s going to be high tide soon, and you can’t get back to the main beach unless you go up this way. But it’s a long walk to La Arboleda. Do you want to stay?”
I thought about walking through the jungle in a Speedo and was about to say no until I saw Luis and the other man stripping.
“I’ll stay,” I said.
“Good!” Rudiger said with a grin. “Now hand me your swimsuit.”
“You’ll have to take it off me,” I said.
His eyes widened. He reached over and yanked my Speedo down. Luis and their friend “helped” him remove it but mostly played with my bare ass.
I gently broke free from their hands and charged towards the surf. They followed, but we’d barely soaked ourselves when Rudiger decided the water was too rough.
“It’s not safe today,” he said. “I don’t want you to fall again. Besides, we’ve cooled off.”
“Are you going to introduce me to the other guy?” I whispered as we waded towards shore.
He laughed and spoke in my ear. “I don’t remember his name! But he wants you.” I realized I wanted him, too.
I became nervous as the four of us approached our towels. “So how do we do this?” I said, sitting down on my towel. The wind had kicked up, and the other people were coming out of the water.
“Lie down,” Rudiger said, pushing on my chest until I was flat on my back. The three of them surrounded me. Rudiger stroked his tan, uncut dick with one hand and grasped mine in the other.
“Can we?” Rudiger asked, “Just like you wrote?”
“Yes,” I said, my head spinning. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
We were already dripping wet, but Rudiger spit into his hand and slicked up his dick. Luis and the mystery man were jerking themselves. I spread my legs slightly. Rudiger grabbed my right hand and pressed it on my own cock, urging me to stroke myself. His hand traveled downward until it gently probed.
Impatiently, the stranger moved behind me, reached forward and grabbed my knees. He raised them, offering my ass to Rudiger, who continued to massage my hole, readying me for penetration.
As he aimed his penis at me, I swallowed hard. My breath caught, and I grunted as he began to stretch me. Rudiger entered slowly and patiently, looking into my eyes as if watching for cues. Even though dark clouds were forming, the strong sunlight made it hard for me to see much more than the outline of his face. And then I couldn’t see him at all as Luis ducked under the stranger’s arms and kissed me on the lips.
I cried out, surprised when Rudiger thrust in much deeper than I anticipated. He quickly pulled out.
“Baby, let’s try on your side,” he said.
I turned, facing the water and Rudiger lay behind me. Now the stranger only held my right leg aloft as Rudiger entered me again. The other men on the beach watched intently but from a respectful distance. Still I couldn’t believe I was letting people see me get fucked. Luis moved around to my front and ran his fingers through my hair. With his other hand he shielded my eyes from the blowing sand. I reached out and grasped his dick, which lengthened at my touch. He gave me another warm smile that helped me relax and let Rudiger slide in deeper.
I felt Rudiger increase his speed. “So nice. So nice,” he said. He gripped my side, his nails digging into my skin. I moaned in earnest with each thrust. I shook my head in amazement, still shocked at myself for letting this happen. All that kept me from thinking this was a dream were Luis’ caresses and Rudiger’s urgent strokes. I could feel his lust for me in my ass, in my spine, and my teeth.
The stranger let go of my leg and pushed Luis away from my face. Then he straddled my head, aiming his long cock at my mouth. I inhaled his scent, mixed with the salt of the sea.
Just as the man’s prick touched my tongue, Rudiger began to grunt and gasp. He pulled out and rapidly rolled me on my back. His head tilted heavenward and he climaxed noisily. His come spilled onto my stomach, mixed with the first drops of rain.
Rudiger opened his eyes and smiled down at me. “So good,” he said.
Luis and the stranger argued over who would go next until the stranger pushed Luis in front of me. I lifted my legs for Luis in submission, but the stranger turned me over and put me on all fours.
The rain was light but steady as Luis entered me. He felt slightly bigger than his cousin, but even gentler. He kneaded and massaged my hips as his dick slowly ground into me. The stranger slapped his dick against my face and poked it at my lips. It was large, but I accepted the head and sucked lightly. He grabbed my hair and fed me more, speaking fierce-sounding words in his native language. At the same time, Luis bent over the small of my back and kissed the nape of my neck.
I hadn’t imagined the trouble I would have breathing when I wrote that I wanted to be penetrated front and back. The thrust of Luis’ dick, gentle as it was, would force me to grunt and exhale. It seemed every time I tried to breathe in, the stranger pushed deeper. Rudiger had a firm grip on my cock, but he spoke to the other men in the distance and laughed. What was he saying? Was he inviting them to join?
As Luis sped his pace and pumped earnestly, I shook my head to free my mouth from the stranger’s cock. I wasn’t experienced enough to do both things at once, even if it annoyed the stranger.
Luis reached around and held my chest tightly as he took long, rapid strokes. “Uh, querido, querido,” he whispered as he came deep inside me.
In an instant, Luis was pushed out of the way and the stranger was at my backside, collecting raindrops in his hand and rinsing me out.
“I fuck your ass,” the stranger said, pushing his dick in hard. Rudiger and Luis stood a short distance away and watched.
The shock of the stranger’s furious, deep invasion knocked me off my knees, and I collapsed on the towel as he pummeled my hole.
“I fuck your ass!” he said again.
The rain increased and most of the men ran for better shelter under the trees. The stranger took no notice of the storm and merely flipped me on my back. I lifted my legs obediently, and he rammed back inside. Each huge thrust shook my entire body. My grunts became shouts.
“Please, God!” I bellowed, “Oh, God, Please!” This is what I had written, that I would be the defeated, conquered young American plundered wildly by unstoppable cocks. In awe, I looked at the man, completely nameless to me, and watched his dick ream my hole. I couldn’t believe I was giving my ass and my trust to someone I didn’t know whatsoever. The thought made my stomach tighten with pleasure and I shot hard. Come hit my chin, warm as the rain. As my ass tightened, the stranger’s breathing became growls and he shouted “Yes! I fuck this ass!” in utter triumph. With his final thrust he impaled me even deeper, lifting my back off the towel.
The rain dissolved my come as he stayed buried inside me, holding my legs up. He grinned down into my face with a look of pure satisfaction.
“Thank you,” he said.
The stranger rose and headed towards the other men. I stayed on my back, still out of breath. I was only conscious of
the throbbing in my rectum, and I hazily wondered if I could change the course of my life by letting men read my fantasies. I lay still, letting the rain have its turn with me.
When I turned to look at the men, they were slipping on clothes and disappearing into the brush. Rudiger remained behind and waved my Speedo at me. As I stood to retrieve it, I shivered. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind.
“Jamie, querido,” Luis said as he engulfed me in a kiss, a kiss that told me I would return. It told me of my life ahead, naked in the surf. The plaything of the men of La Playita.
Love and Rockets
God, I was nervous. After six months of sitting in on other sessions, I’d finally been given clients of my own, and they’d be here any minute. I kept telling myself I was no longer a kid. I was a grown man with a job, and I had the confidence to do well. At least, I hoped I did.
My first client and his father walked into the waiting room. The father gave me a big smile and blatantly looked me up and down. There was no doubt he was undressing me with his eyes. My claims to adulthood weakened as I briefly, reflexively fantasized about being this man’s “boy.”
“I’m Toby Myers,” I said, “and you must be Mr. Villanti and our future college student, Pete.” It was awkward being checked out by a father of one of the kids I’d been hired to counsel, but it wasn’t the first time, even though I was new at the job.
“Please call me Leo. Short for Leonardo.” With his trimmed beard and massive frame, he reminded me of a much hotter version of the guy I’d sort-of been seeing. “Seeing” was an exaggeration—more like bottoming for him whenever he wanted. There was nothing else to the relationship.
I swallowed my nerves and began the spiel. “I talk to the parents first to get their impressions, and then I talk to the student alone to see his vision,” I said to them both. “So Pete, feel free to check out all the college books we have out here, and I’ll be with you in a couple minutes.”
As Leo and I took chairs on opposite sides of my desk, I noticed he appeared tall even when seated. He was perhaps 6’4”. He had a hungry, almost wolfish expression on his handsome face.
“Pete needs Princeton,” Leo said, a simmering look in his brown eyes. “I’d rather him not go to Harvard or Yale. They’re in bigger cities, and I worry about my nephew’s safety.”
My face fell. I’d already reviewed Pete’s file, and while he had good grades, Princeton was a ludicrous goal. “Uh, well considering Pete’s scores—I’m sorry, did you say Pete’s your nephew?”
“Yes, I’m his guardian. His mother is out of the picture, so to speak.”
“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry.”
Leo held his hands up in a “no problem” gesture. I had a weird mixture of emotions. I was saddened by the phrase “his mother is out of the picture,” but I felt a bit less uncomfortable about being checked out.
Leo leaned back and put his feet on my desk. I couldn’t believe anyone would be so bold, but he knew how to make sure I realized who was in charge of this meeting.
“So Princeton…” I said slowly, stalling for time. The company I worked for, College Dreams, promised a student would get into at least one of his top three choices, but I already knew for some parents, or guardians, the company might as well have been called Pipe Dreams. I was supposed to say something like “Certainly Pete should apply to Princeton if that’s his top choice, and we’ll do everything we can to ensure his admission,” but I felt like a total fraud. Furthermore, before we both signed a focus agreement, I had to figure out how to talk Leo down from these delusions so at least one of Pete’s official top three was a clear possibility. However, I was intimidated by my client’s size and aggressive presence. I felt manhandled just from his gaze.
Leo pointed at my legal pad, indicating I was to take notes. “So, I’ve decided on Princeton and Dartmouth for reaches. Brown and Cornell for targets, and if we absolutely have to consider non-Ivies, Colgate and Lehigh for safeties. Agreed?”
“Uh, Colgate and Lehigh wouldn’t be sure things,” I mumbled. “Their SAT averages are higher than Pete’s scores, so unless he improves substantially…” I trailed off in reaction to his stern look of disapproval. I took a deep breath and composed myself. “Okay. Let’s write all those down. Then we’ll back up and discuss what’s leading to those choices and other concerns. You mentioned safety, and there’s always financial consid—is everything okay?”
Leo had put his legs down and leaned towards me. “Don’t worry about financial considerations, Toby, but tell me, what cologne are you wearing?”
I could feel myself flush. “Uh, would you believe there’s a Star Trek cologne? It’s called Red Shirt, and I got it as a gag gift, but I kind of like it.” Great. I just told him I’m wearing Star Trek cologne. That’ll get him to treat me like an adult.
“It’s wonderful.” Leo gave me a devilish smile.
“Wow, well…thank you.”
I proceeded to get nowhere with Leo as he parried my every objection to these impossible schools. If I did this poorly every time, it was going to be a long year, and it was only September. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to keep the Villantis as clients, although his flirtations made me wish I could satisfy the desire to get Pete in somewhere Leo wanted. To be frank, I wanted to satisfy all of Leo’s desires.
When Pete came in, I watched Leo give him a loving squeeze on the shoulder on Leo’s way back to the waiting room. Pete didn’t have the same massive frame or swagger, but he did have enough of his uncle’s dark Italian looks that one could tell they were related. I told him to call me “Toby.” I remarked that honesty was important, but he should let me know if he didn’t want something repeated to his uncle.
Pete fidgeted and looked at his hands. “Toby, do you know what I mean when I say I’m an overachiever?”
I hesitated. “That could mean more than one thing.”
“I’m not the kind that’s really smart but headed for burn out. I’m the kind that gets better grades than he should because his uncle insists on helping with every homework assignment… helping a lot. I try to work on my own, but he insists.”
I nodded as a bit of my training kicked in. “You’re not the only one, and I have to say, good for you for recognizing the situation. A lot of kids don’t even have the awareness to realize they’re getting too much help.”
He looked thoughtful and nodded.
“And don’t sell yourself short, Pete. I’m sure your grades are partly based on in-class exams or assignments, right? I’m sure you’re very intelligent.”
He brightened. “I guess you’re right, but I have to say that’s why my SATs don’t match my grades, and I feel like I can’t say anything to Uncle Leo. He does everything right, and I don’t think he understands I’m not him.”
I looked through my glass door and caught the man who did everything right staring at me. Instead of turning away, he grinned. He took up more than half the couch by himself, and he rested his right arm along the back, effectively occupying the whole sofa. Now that his distance made him a fraction less intimidating, I could see Leo’s navy suit fit so well it had to be custom tailored. He was a very big, very hot man, and I think he knew it.
“There’s something else Uncle Leo doesn’t know,” Pete said. “I have a girlfriend, Tammy, going to Hollins, an all-female college in the South. I want to go to a school near her. Uncle Leo will say that’s too far from here, and I’m sure he’ll say I shouldn’t let some ‘high school crush’ determine the direction of my life.”
“So he doesn’t know about Tammy at all?” I asked.
“He does, but he thinks I haven’t seen her since she graduated. He doesn’t know that we’ve…that it’s serious.”
“Let’s figure something out right now, Pete. Will you be sadder not going to a school near Tammy or will you be sadder if Uncle Leo knows you’re in love?”
“I’d be sadder not being near Tammy.”
“Then maybe you’d better start dropping Tammy into c
onversations, Pete. You don’t have to tell him everything, but you could tell him she’s a very important friend, and it will be easier for you to handle college if she’s nearby.”
Pete smiled. “I can do that.”
I smiled back. Good. I’m not totally incompetent at this.
Pete discussed his interests and dislikes, mentioning a desire to be a physician. I knew of a school called McDaniel that sounded perfect for him, but it was in Maryland, which I wasn’t sure Pete would consider “the South,” and I was too new at this to know if I had the best idea in suggesting such an unknown place. With help from a website, we came up with some fairly prestigious schools Pete had a chance at and happened to be within two-hundred miles of Hollins. Overlap with his uncle’s list? Zero. I swallowed as I waved to Leo to invite him back in.
“Don’t tell him anything yet!” Pete begged.
“Right.” I sucked at making things up on the spot, but I wanted to be a trustworthy advisor.
“So,” Leo boomed, “College Dreams is promising to get you into Princeton, Pete?”
I focused on my page of notes so I wouldn’t stare at the cut of Leo’s pants. He might have been brazen enough to mentally strip a guy, but that wasn’t my nature. Well, I didn’t want it to be my nature.
I saw Leo’s smile falter when he noticed the brochures Pete held. “University of Richmond? Wofford College? Those schools are very far, and that’s not…what we talked about…Toby.”
“Right, Pete is apparently, uh, very excited about some research he did on southern schools and—”
“Sorry to interrupt, Toby, but I have to get to a meeting. Pete, could you give us a minute?”
Pete smiled at me as he left the office, leafing through brochures as he walked.
“That light blue Honda Civic with the blue and yellow equality sticker? Is that your car, Toby?”
“It is.” I knew what he was asking.
Leo’s smile returned, very wide this time. “I’d hoped so. Listen, we have to discuss this, so you’re meeting me for coffee at six. Wear that Star Trek cologne.”