crowd, just like everyone else. They skipped class when it suited them and skated through the finals… just like everyone else. Sean had begun to think he was being paranoid.
And then he walked into the men’s bathroom one night to find Frank’s mouth wrapped around Richard’s cock. In a flash, everything became painfully clear. He suddenly knew what was different, and it wasn’t just a little odd, it was downright peculiar among frat boys.
His friends didn’t talk about girls .
They didn’t fantasize about them, pine away over them, or picture them naked. By that point, it was too late for Sean to do anything but deal with his slight discomfort and move on.
For years, he’d adopted a “you do your thing, I do mine” attitude. He met their boyfriends, listened to their stories about failed relationships, crushes and devastating betrayals, and shared his in turn.
Then, eighteen months ago, everything changed. Sean’s last relationship ended on a sour note when his girlfriend accused him of spending more time with his “queer friends” than with her.
If that wasn’t bad enough, that’s when the dreams began. Vivid, luscious fantasies about hard, chiseled bodies, flat abs, firm asses and cocks so solid they might as well have been made of steel. He’d tried to deny they were happening at first, but it didn’t take long before they became a nightly occurrence. His stained sheets made it perfectly clear that he could no longer keep a copy of the latest issue of Playboy on his nightstand and wish his dreams away.
Things only got worse when he spilled his secret over a pint of beer on his birthday. That had been three weeks ago. Since then, his friends had been frantically trying to bring him to their favorite hangout. He was proud of himself for adamantly resisting both their subtle and their overt hints… until tonight.
“Well, are you coming in, or are you going to stand there with that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on your face?”
Sean scowled and brushed past Richard, heading for the gate. A massive hot-fuchsia neon sign announced they’d reached the Hard Delights Amusement Park. If not for the sea of men sweeping through the entrance, at first glance he’d have thought his friends had brought him to Disney World.
The smell of cotton candy, roasted peanuts, popcorn and candy apples imbued the night air with a sweet aroma. Laughter, loud and gregarious, floated to his ears. Over the tops of tall evergreens, he could spot the bright lights of a number of rides, including a tall, wooden roller-coaster and a giant Ferris wheel.
But that’s where the similarities between this place and a typical exhibition ended. Hard Delights was a theme park in every sense of the word, and the theme was hot, steamy, man-on-man ecstasy.
Sean pushed his way through the crowd, following his friends. As they made their way deeper into the park, he caught a whiff of another scent and his cock stirred with recognition. This was no longer the tame, saccharine smell of innocent fun.
It was primordial. Sexual. Carnal.
The scent of lust, of spilled seed and unadulterated arousal, permeated the air and shot a jolt of heat straight to his balls.
Sean gritted his teeth. He tried to focus on his surroundings but everywhere he turned he glimpsed tantalizing hard flesh, bulging muscles, and on occasion, the unmistakable sight of a proud erection tenting a pair of too-tight pants.
He groaned. This place had been built with only one purpose: to tease the male psyche into a frenzy of arousal and a state of fierce desire. With so much pure temptation streaming through the front gates, he was surprised the men didn’t just drop to their knees and beg for a hard cock to be shoved into their mouths.
Work. I have to concentrate on work .
Sean dug his fingernails into his palms and forced his thoughts away from the frightening path they’d taken. He was here for a reason, and despite what Richard had said, that reason
And then he walked into the men’s bathroom one night to find Frank’s mouth wrapped around Richard’s cock. In a flash, everything became painfully clear. He suddenly knew what was different, and it wasn’t just a little odd, it was downright peculiar among frat boys.
His friends didn’t talk about girls .
They didn’t fantasize about them, pine away over them, or picture them naked. By that point, it was too late for Sean to do anything but deal with his slight discomfort and move on.
For years, he’d adopted a “you do your thing, I do mine” attitude. He met their boyfriends, listened to their stories about failed relationships, crushes and devastating betrayals, and shared his in turn.
Then, eighteen months ago, everything changed. Sean’s last relationship ended on a sour note when his girlfriend accused him of spending more time with his “queer friends” than with her.
If that wasn’t bad enough, that’s when the dreams began. Vivid, luscious fantasies about hard, chiseled bodies, flat abs, firm asses and cocks so solid they might as well have been made of steel. He’d tried to deny they were happening at first, but it didn’t take long before they became a nightly occurrence. His stained sheets made it perfectly clear that he could no longer keep a copy of the latest issue of Playboy on his nightstand and wish his dreams away.
Things only got worse when he spilled his secret over a pint of beer on his birthday. That had been three weeks ago. Since then, his friends had been frantically trying to bring him to their favorite hangout. He was proud of himself for adamantly resisting both their subtle and their overt hints… until tonight.
“Well, are you coming in, or are you going to stand there with that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on your face?”
Sean scowled and brushed past Richard, heading for the gate. A massive hot-fuchsia neon sign announced they’d reached the Hard Delights Amusement Park. If not for the sea of men sweeping through the entrance, at first glance he’d have thought his friends had brought him to Disney World.
The smell of cotton candy, roasted peanuts, popcorn and candy apples imbued the night air with a sweet aroma. Laughter, loud and gregarious, floated to his ears. Over the tops of tall evergreens, he could spot the bright lights of a number of rides, including a tall, wooden roller-coaster and a giant Ferris wheel.
But that’s where the similarities between this place and a typical exhibition ended. Hard Delights was a theme park in every sense of the word, and the theme was hot, steamy, man-on-man ecstasy.
Sean pushed his way through the crowd, following his friends. As they made their way deeper into the park, he caught a whiff of another scent and his cock stirred with recognition. This was no longer the tame, saccharine smell of innocent fun.
It was primordial. Sexual. Carnal.
The scent of lust, of spilled seed and unadulterated arousal, permeated the air and shot a jolt of heat straight to his balls.
Sean gritted his teeth. He tried to focus on his surroundings but everywhere he turned he glimpsed tantalizing hard flesh, bulging muscles, and on occasion, the unmistakable sight of a proud erection tenting a pair of too-tight pants.
He groaned. This place had been built with only one purpose: to tease the male psyche into a frenzy of arousal and a state of fierce desire. With so much pure temptation streaming through the front gates, he was surprised the men didn’t just drop to their knees and beg for a hard cock to be shoved into their mouths.
Work. I have to concentrate on work .
Sean dug his fingernails into his palms and forced his thoughts away from the frightening path they’d taken. He was here for a reason, and despite what Richard had said, that reason
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