The next day, Caden found himself walking around as if he’d never been a muscular man before. He kept wondering why it felt new. It was as if he was totally unused to having a muscular body in any way. He lumbered around on new muscular, athletic legs. Was he on some kind of drug, he wondered? Had he overdone it at the gym?
He felt the treasure trail of hair he had going down his sculpted chest and abs. It was so great having all this fur! He felt so manly! All the women in the neighborhood would do astounded double takes whenever he walked down the street. He looked so cool. He remembered the satisfaction he had in high school as he really grew into his looks. It was a natural confidence that came from not trying too hard. People naturally gravitate to you when you looked like Caden. Not that it went to his head too much. His family and friends always kept his ego in check.
It’s just so great to look like this, he thought, and wondered why he was so overcome with gratitude all of a sudden. He was grateful that he didn’t look homely and pasty. Sometimes he thought about these things and scrunched his face in confusion. But why think about what ifs? Why wonder about the possibilities of how I could have ended up like some pathetic nerd? He stopped thinking about it and smiled to an older woman in her late 30s who blushed in embarrassment over his incredible looks.
Caden found himself looking forward to new games with a genuine excitement in his heart. He was in baseball heaven. All week long every practice, no matter how dirty and grimy, saw him sliding his way closer to glory. He was actually doing well with catching for the first time ever. No…that was wrong. He had begun to become a really good catcher when he was in junior high Little League. The lights, the crowd, his parents waving to him in the stands, shouting at him to go kick butt…man, those were the days!
He remembered the nerds who told him about video games and anime porn in high school. He remembered how pathetic they were and how he looked down on them. But didn’t he have some weird fascination with video games? To the point where he never played anything outdoors? He shook his head. Daydreams are a helluvathing, he thought.
His teammates invited him to a sports bar one night. He tried to shake the feeling that he couldn’t remember what it was like to go to a sports bar. He had a cigar in his mouth. What fun! Smoking cigars with the boys, watching sports, lots of hot ladies all over the place.
He smiled at some beautiful ladies who smiled back. One came over to flirt with him. She was putty in the hands of an expert with women like Caden. How many women had he been with? Dozens? They flocked to him. He was charming and adorable. They all thought so.
Michaela was quite taken with him. They spent most of the night talking. Caden explained a few things about the aspects of the game. He took delight in explaining sports to girls. Most of them were just there to socialize and the few girls that seemed to really know the sport were there with their boyfriends, hooting and hollering. Everyone was having fun. He lost track of time.
There was a man in the bar that Caden couldn’t tear his eyes off of. Caden kept wondering if he had met the man before. He seemed so familiar. The cigar he was smoking smelled like heaven. Caden was really glad to find another cigar smoker in the bar. He tried to watch the game and he tried listening to Michaela. But his eyes wandered back to the man. He was a handsome fella. He must get babes all the time, Caden thought. Those eyes. Wow. I wish I had eyes that pretty.
“Hey, man. What are you smoking?”
“Oh hey, dude. You like cigars? This is a CAO.”
“I fucking LOVE cigars. I like Partagas and Romeo y Julieta. Rocky Patels are up there. I really like Camacho lately. You got any favorites?”
“Dude, I just smoke whatever I can get cheap. I’ve never met a cigar I didn’t like!”
“Caden, come over here and dance with me.
“Oh, sure. Hey, great to talk to another cigar man,” Caden said and shook the handsome man’s hand briefly. He wanted to ask for the handsome man’s name but Michaela was really wanting to have some fun and dance around to the music playing. Caden kept looking over his shoulder back at the cigar smoking man. Caden wondered if it was because he was trying to place actors that looked like the man. What was his name? It was driving him crazy. Finally, the man left and Caden felt a little crestfallen. As if he’d really missed out on something, even though that didn’t make sense. Michaela seemed to really like him and he got her phone number.
The next day, he went to work at the hardware store as he usually did. His mind was filled with baseball stats, baseball scores his team was placing and baseball history. It was as if his head were siphoning in new information and he could give a crap about nerd shit anymore.
Ugh. I hate all this facial hair! He thought about it in a sudden bout of disgust. He shaved it all off. It had grown into a week old beard in just a day. How had that happened?
BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO BE A REAL MAN, CADEN.
“Mr. Voice, I don’t want a beard. I just want to look like me. I think I’m supposed to be blond. I miss being blond. Can’t I be blond again?”
YOU’LL NEVER LOOK LIKE YOU AGAIN. YOU WILL LOOK LIKE YOU IN TIME, THOUGH. TIME IS A FUNNY THING THAT WAY. TIME IS DIFFERENT FOR YOU LITTLE MORTALS. YOU’RE NOT YOU YET, BUT YOU’RE GOING TO BE YOU. A NEW AND IMPROVED YOU. I’VE ALREADY MADE SEVERAL NEW AND IMPROVED YOUS. NOT THAT I’VE RECEIVED A THANK YOU FOR ALL MY TROUBLES.
“Oh. Thanks, I guess. But like, I don’t really want the facial hair, though.”
YOU’LL LIKE WHATEVER I TELL YOU TO LIKE, CADEN. HOW ABOUT I MAKE YOU AN OLDER MAN FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK? WITH BIG PROMINENT FACIAL HAIR.
“Hell, I love having a beard,” Caden said, gruffly. His voice had dropped several octaves. He now sounded like an older man in his 30s. He ran a hand through his facial hair and his chest hair. Pride. He felt such pride in being a stud. Caden spent several days like this. He looked like he wasn’t that much older than his parents, which was sort of weird. And his parents were changing. They had been older, in their 60s. Now they appeared to be in their early 40s. They were different. He couldn’t remember what they had been like before, but now they were spry and active. His mother was friendly and outgoing. Hadn’t she been disappointed in him before?
No, that was some horrible dream mother. Some nightmare he had had.
Caden walked around at the baseball diamond looking very much the part of the rugged stud with facial hair who could hit the FUCK out of the ball now. He slammed his bat against the baseball with a fury and power that made him especially attractive. Michaela came to watch several games and he fucked her wildly a number of times, and she cried out for more each and every single time. No one commented how much older he looked this week. No one commented that he looked like he could be Michaela’s uncle instead of her boyfriend.
One night, as he was practicing, everyone just stopped. Everyone on the baseball field came to a standstill. Everything was silent.
“What’s going on? Hello? What’s happening?” For some reason, Caden was not disturbed so much as he was annoyed that his game wasn’t continuing.
OH DON’T MIND ME, CADEN. I’M JUST DOING SOME EXTRA LATE NIGHT WORK. I’M MAKING A FEW EDITORIAL CHANGES. YOU’RE NOT A BLOND ANYMORE. I THINK I’LL SHAKE YOUR GENETICS UP HERE AND THERE, MAKE YOU A LITTLE LESS…EUROPEAN. AND I’M RESTORING THE DECADE OR SO I TOOK FROM YOU. AS A GIFT.
“Okay. So what am I going to look like? I just want to play ball.”
I KNOW YOU DO, CADEN. Mr. Voice sounded sympathetic. BEAR WITH ME FOR JUST A FEW SECONDS. LET’S SEE…I THINK I’LL INCREASE YOUR DICK SIZE AND GIRTH, LENGTH.
Caden felt a bulge snake down his leg. It felt so incredibly wonderful. He was excited. He felt so powerful. He felt electrified in the best possible way.
JUST A TAD MORE BEARD. I TOOK TOO MUCH OFF THE TOP BEFORE. THERE. EDITING CHANGES ARE COMPLETE FOR NOW. EXPECT MORE CHANGES LATER ON THIS WEEK. I’M WORKING ON SOMETHING VERY NICE. JUST WAIT, CADEN. TRUST IN ME.
“I always trust you. You’re making me better,” Caden said, thoughtfully. “Honestly, when I talk to you, it’s like you’re my…my friend now.”
I AM MORE OF A DIRECTOR OF FATES. I’M MORE LIKE YOUR BOSS, CADEN. I’M AN EXECUTIVE CEO OF SOULS. AND I DON’T LIKE TO BE CROSSED. YOU TRIED TO RESIST ME FOR A WHILE, NOT WANTING ME TO CHANGE YOU. LET ME CHANGE AS MUCH OF YOU AS I WANT. LET ME IN, CADEN. LET ME CHANGE YOU AND TAKE YOU TO THE FURTHEST THAT I WANT TO GO.
“I…want to trust you.”
BUT YOU STILL CAN’T IMAGINE IT CAN GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS. YOU’RE HESISTANT. YOU’RE AFRAID. DO YOU REMEMBER HOW PATHETIC YOU WERE WHEN I MET YOU? REMEMBER THE DOUCHEBAG YOU WERE? ALWAYS DRIVING PEOPLE AWAY FROM YOU?
“That doesn’t even feel like me, though! I remember but it’s so weird and gross now.”
WELL YOU WEREN’T EXACTLY A PRIZE. I’M MAKING A SILK PURSE OUT OF A SOW’S EAR HERE, CADEN. IT’S A LOT HARDER THAN IT MAY APPEAR. IT DOES TAKE WORK. A LITTLE THANK YOU IS IN ORDER.
“Um. Thanks. Even though I have no idea what you’re going to do next.”
KINDNESS AFTER KINDNESS, OF COURSE. NOW, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT MAN YOU SAW AT THE BAR? BE HONEST. THINK WITH YOUR DICK AND YOUR HEART.
“The guy with the cigar? I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It was like he was magnetic or something. I wanted to kiss him. Oh, shit! You’re making me gay! Fuck no! I don’t want to be gay! I want to be straight! Can we stop this now? Please? I’ll just go back to being…”
BEING WHAT? A FUCKING LOSER? PLEASE. IT’S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE ANY LEVERAGE HERE. YOU TOLD ME WHAT YOU WANTED.
“I just wanted to be big and good at baseball and for everyone to like me and…and…”
AND I’M DOING THAT. SO SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO YOUR GAME.
Caden blinked. Was he daydreaming again? He heard Michaela’s shrill voice cry out from the stands. God, he had to get rid of her, he thought. But why? She was a great girlfriend. She made him feel special, he thought. That night she had invited him to meet her dad, so he knew things were going really well with her. He hoped her dad approved. He was hoping to make a good impression. He had the feeling that he wasn’t good at making first impressions, or rather that he was just beginning to get good at them.
The next thing Caden knew, he was floating through his life. The next night and day were blurs. Sun and clouds moved as if in high speed motion. He could barely remember anything anymore about something he had been thinking about the day before. Something about his life and the way it was.
Caden was downloading information without realizing it. He was being prepared. He found himself lounging in Michaela’s backyard, feeling his amazing chest hair. His half-Mexican genetics allowed for lots of chest and facial hair. He had been shaving since the age of 13 when his father showed him how. His father was a richer shade of brown than Caden was. And his mother was a dark haired and boisterous, hard working woman with a good sense of humor. Without warning, he suddenly pictured some upper crust white lady for a few seconds. Who was she? Not his mother, that was for sure. Why did he think of that? He shook his head.
“Hey, babe.”
“Caden, I want you to meet my dad. Come say hello to him, he’s been dying to meet you.
“Hi,” Caden said, weakly. “I’m Caden. Caden Benavente.”
“Hey, Caden. Nice to meet you. I’m Sam. Officer Sam Baxter. How ya doin, son?”
“Not bad, sir.”
Caden was entranced. So much so he could barely speak.
“Shall we go inside?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Caden followed Officer Sam like a puppy dog. He just couldn’t believe how young he looked. He remarked on it.
“Dude, you don’t look old enough to be Michaela’s father.”
“Yeah, well, I work out a lot, take care of my health, and I had Michaela when I was fairly young. I’m 41.”
Caden felt his heart skip a beat. This man was so…amazing. Young looking for his age, and a police officer. So much work went into being a cop, Caden knew.
“So, my daughter tells me that you’re a baseball player! Lookin to go pro anytime soon?”
“I wish. I work at a hardware store for the time being but if I could, I would spend every day playing in the big leagues. My team is really making headway with getting recognized by the minors, though.”
“Good. Maybe you can tell me all about that.”
Dinner was a healthy salad and a pesto-pasta dish. Caden helped slice vegetables. He spent more time talking to Sam than he did Michaela. Sam was so fascinating. Caden wished he could be more like this man, who had built such a life for himself. Working in a profession that was difficult as hell. Caden found himself admiring the man, even idolizing him a little as he talked about his life.
Michaela was happy that her new man was getting along with her father. So many boys didn’t live up to Daddy’s standards and she knew he wanted to really get to know any guy she was serious about. She let the two boys talk while she talked on the phone with one of her girlfriends.
As they were making dinner together, Sam put a hand on Caden’s arm and Caden felt himself blush considerably. It was so hot, his touch. He shyly looked away and felt the older man’s smile.
Dinner went well. Good conversation. Good food. Caden excused himself to go to the bathroom and so did Sam. Sam went to his bedroom while Caden was ushered to the larger hallway bathroom. On his way back to the dining room, Caden passed Sam as he was zipping up, swaggering a bit as he wagged his very large ten inch dick around before quickly concealing it. Sam winked at Caden. Caden gulped. He felt himself sweat profusely. Sam came to Caden as if in a dream, smiling that beguiling smile.
“Just so you know, Caden. My door is always open to you if you want to talk. Okay, buddy?” He put a hand on Caden’s shoulder. Sam was taller than him by several inches. It made Caden feel protected and he wanted to hug the older man.
What is wrong with me? he thought. He shook his head. Maybe it’s just because this family is so hospitable.
Michaela and her father talked with Caden until it was fairly late. Caden was invited to sleep over since it was so late. He called his parents to let them know he’d be over at Sam’s. He corrected himself at once. He meant Michaela’s.
Caden woke up at dawn. His body was agitated. He needed to get outside. He hadn’t had a cigar and it was a daily ritual for him. He went out into the backyard and lit one up that he had in his backpack. It was a short nub, for a quick morning smoke.
“That’s not very healthy, young man,” Sam said, observing the stud before him.
“Yeah, well I have a few bad habits,” Caden replied, and languidly blew smoke. Sam came over and took the cigar out of Caden’s hands and took a few puffs himself, taking his time to savor the smoke.
“A young athletic man like you smokes cigars? Maybe you’re just the boy to add to this family. I don’t tell Michaela that I still partake. She thinks I quit a long time ago. Don’t tell,” he said, with a wink.
“I won’t. But what do I get in return?” Caden asked. Sam chomped the cigar he’d taken from the hairy muscular baseball playing stud.
“You get to be happy for me. I’m enjoying this.” He blew smoke into Caden’s face and moved closer. “What is this? What brand?”
“An Oliva.”
“Nice,” Officer Sam said, nodding confidently and blowing smoke. “You know what I like about you? You’re a real guy. Not like the wussy little fags Michaela’s brought home in the past. I can tell you’re a real man’s man, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t used to be,” Caden confessed, temporarily accessing his memory files. “But I like what I’ve become.”
“Me too. You’re a pretty hot man. Did Michaela tell you that I’m gay, by the way? I hope I’m not freaking you out. You’re more my type than Michaela’s. I’m surprised she’s the one who brought you home and not me,” Sam joked. Caden felt his new enormous dick throb.
She had told Caden her father was divorced but hadn’t mentioned the gay thing, which was odd. Michaela talked a lot. About everything, but she hadn’t mentioned her dad was gay? Maybe she was ashamed? Suddenly, Caden felt flush with desire. He undid the buttons on his shirt.
“You think I’m hot? Check out this fur, man. You gay guys don’t really like hair, though, do you?”
“I do. I love it,” Sam countered. “I really like yours. Hey. I got an idea. Why don’t I get dressed and give you a ride home on my way to the station.”
“Yeah. That works.”
Caden thought it was strange. He could have sworn he had driven here last night in his own car, but now he remembered Michaela giving him a ride. He wrote a note for his girlfriend…odd that he hated to think of that word. It sounded so…wrong for some reason. He told her that her Dad was giving him a ride because they wanted to let her sleep in.
“You ever driven a cop car before, son?”
“What? No way. Really?”
“Just don’t tell anyone about it. Go for it.”
It was so exciting for Caden. He couldn’t believe Sam was so generous and the man oozed confidence. As he parked in front of his house, he began to undo his seatbelt. Sam put a hand over his arms to gently stop him and before he knew it, Sam had a hand around his head and was pulling in for a kiss. He kissed his manly stubble and felt like his world was exploding. He tasted the cigar on Sam’s breath and moaned. He tongued Sam for several minutes before the man casually stated “Okay, buddy boy. That’s enough for now. If you want more, you’ll have to wait til I’m off shift.”
“Yeah, cool,” Caden mumbled. He got out of the car to make room for his incredible new friend. His heart was racing. Sam was a man. A man. He had kissed a man. And Sam was acting like it was no big deal. God, this was amazing, he thought. He had never felt this excited about anyone. But what about Michaela? Suddenly he felt guilt but it quickly dissipated. No. She would be okay. It was just a kiss. An amazing kiss. The best kiss ever. The kiss that had just rocked his world.
“I’ll see you later, gorgeous,” Officer Sam Baxter told him, and caressed his cheek ever so slightly before departing.
Caden went to work that day as if nothing had happened. He noticed his own voice had deepened but no one else had seemed to notice he sounded like a whole new person. Maybe it was the cigars, he thought. But how could they deepen my voice in just a few days?
Another thing he noticed was that he was managing the store now. It was because he had worked so hard over so many years. He had learned everything there was to know about the store he worked and he had impressed his bosses over the years. They gave him more and more responsibility as he showed them repeatedly he could handle it, working overtime, taking on extra tasks such as inventory and scheduling. Eventually he was the prime choice to lead the rest of the store. He now naturally told people what to do, and showed them everything by example.
It was disgusting to him that some people just wafted through life expecting breaks and wanting life to be handed to them. He worked for every penny he earned. And everyone looked up to him that worked under him. He didn’t ask anyone to do anything he wasn’t willing to do himself. When he gave tasks to people, he expected them to be completed but he was willing to make compromises when necessary and he was strict but fair. He listened to his bosses, who mentored him for years on how to manage, how to behave over the phone, how to interact with the hundreds of suppliers that they had to communicate with.
When he got home, something was off. Something was wrong. He couldn’t place it until he was about to take a shower.
Fur. On his back. That had never been there before. And my butt is so great, he thought. I’m a fucking stud. A fucking hot stud. I need to rub dicks with a guy is what I need. A hot stud like me. I need someone more like myself. Girls don’t have anything in common with guys. Wait, am I gay? I didn’t think I…I thought I liked girls. But come on, look at all this fur. Gay guys go crazy over this fur. Fuck, I look good, he thought.
God, I just need sex. Real sex. Girl sex is so ugh. I need a man. Men are so much better. I need…
FEELING HORNY, CADEN? I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE GAY.
“Fuck that, Mr. Voice. I’m so fucking horny. I need a real man in my life.”
WELL YOU’RE A LOT OF MAN NOW. YOU NEED A LOT MORE OF EVERYTHING. EXERCISE, FOOD, TO EXPERIENCE LIFE INSTEAD OF TRYING TO PRETEND THAT YOU UNDERSTAND IT. NO ONE LIKES A POSEUR, CADEN. YOU DON’T WANT TO GO BACK, DO YOU?
“Fuck no. I want to be gay. I want a man!”
BUCKLE UP, CADEN. YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE.
His phone buzzed him. It was Mr. Baxter. Officer Baxter.
“Hello, boy,” the gruff voice oozed masculine desire and Cesar wobbled at the timber of it. He became automatically hard. Officer Sam was everything he could ever hope for in a man. He needed to have sex. Maybe…
“Hello, Sir,” he croaked back. “How are you this evening?”
“Horny for some Hispanic baseball player ass. Michael and I are very eager to play with you again.”
“Yeah. Michael.” Michael was his teammate. The teammate that had been his best bud for quite some time now. It was almost as if he had forgotten about Michael for some odd reason.
He had been having weird daydreams he was dating girls again. Yuck. He had tried that in his early years and it had always been such a disaster. Boys boys boys. Boys playing baseball turning them into men. Life on the baseball field had done wonders for him. Boys flocked to him. Dozens of men lined up for the chance to worship him in person but what he really needed was…
“Boy? How about you come over here and show us more of that delicious ass of yours? Smoke some cigars with us.”
“Yes, Sir,” Cesar nervously replied.
Cesar Benavente was his name. A proud name of Hispanic origin. His parents had been third generation on his mother’s side. They had come over from Cuba to escape the revolution and baseball ran through their blood. His father’s family was from Mexico and Puerto Rico. His father was second generation and had watched both sides of his family struggle to reach the American dream, valiantly establishing their own businesses and earning their place one dollar at a time. Cesar had grown up in restaurants and dry-cleaning services belonging to his father’s family and his mother’s family were more middle class, many of them professionals.
All of them had encouraged Cesar to get a good education and he had, majoring in business with their encouragement. His dream of becoming a baseball player was always a pipe dream to them, but his father and tios had encouraged him to pursue the minor leagues. He was 25 and had the whole world in front of him. He didn’t waste any of his time playing video games or hanging out with rich trust fund losers whose directionless pursuits of jobs were always going to have backups from wealthy family members. They didn’t really have to try that hard. Not like a man from a family that had high expectations for him to reach his potential.
He flexed in front of the mirror, admiring his genetics.
He had to keep himself calm with some deep breaths as he dressed and drove over to see Michael and his father. Sam was waiting for him in the backyard. For some reason he seemed more authoritative and stern-looking than he had before. Even though he hadn’t known Officer Sam Baxter when he had hair, for some reason Cesar thought he could picture it perfectly.
“It’s about time you got here, boy.” Sam Baxter puffed on his stogie. He was dressed a little differently. The boots were not regulation. Those were his own. Cesar licked his lips as he saw them.
“I have such a massive boot fetish,” he confessed.
“I know, boy. Michael told me.”
“Dad and I talk about everything,” Michael said, coming out in his baseball cap and nothing else.
“My son is looking very nice tonight, isn’t he, Cesar?”
“That he is. Muy guapo. Tienes muchos besos, rico?”
“Me gusta el blow jobs,” Michael said with a lascivious grin.
“No no, rico. Repeat. Me gustan las chupadas.”
“Yeah, I like those a lot.”
“You boys better get on your knees because Daddy wants a chupada first. And have some respect for other languages, Michael. Just for that, I want you sucking on my dick first.”
Michael smirked.
Cesar noticed Michael’s body was well muscled, though it could be better. It was nothing compared with his father’s. He had truly lucked out meeting an incestuous father and son that wanted to share him. In fact, he couldn’t imagine a gay family situation that was better, though his family could never know that he was fucking both Michael and his cop father. That little chestnut would have to escape family dinners until hell froze over.
Cesar got down on his knees and helped his teammate suck his father’s large, bulbous dick. It was so thick and so juicy. How could women ever compete with monstrous cocks like this? They’re just so delicious, he thought.
Puffing on his cigar, Officer Baxter contentedly watched as he instructed his son to take his cock fully down his hot young throat and he had the new boyfriend they shared lick his boots. It was too good to be true. Michael had told the story of how his father had come out to him when he was 14 and he had also come out. And just a few magical years later they knew that their love, unusual though it was, was real. And hot. They didn’t really need the approval of the world but they were very careful.
Cesar came from traditional families that would never understand what he was doing, but as Sam came into his son’s throat, and pulled out, he spurted right into Cesar’s loving face; his nose, eyes, and cheeks were covered in the older man’s spunk.
The night wasn’t over yet, though. Cesar was horny as hell. He was a hot, athletic Hispanic baseball player with a big dick and he needed to FUCK. He needed to FUCK NOW.
So he did. He fucked Michael with such vigor and abandon. He couldn’t imagine a better pussy than Michael’s willing ass.
Sam gently touched his dad cock to Cesar’s ass and before long, Cesar was fucking and getting fucked, thrusting into Michael’s ass in sync with Sam fucking his own. The three continued to fuck. Michael was a bit more submissive then the two gorgeous hunks he found himself attached to, so he usually bottomed, but not always.
The next day, Cesar flexed his muscles in his new car.
WELL. I THINK THAT ALL WENT RATHER WELL, DON’T YOU, CESAR?
“Yeah. That’s my name now. It wasn’t my name before. My name before was-“
YOUR NAME BEFORE DOESN’T MATTER AT ALL. Mr. Voice assured him. IT’S ALL IN A DAY’S WORK FOR ME. TIME BEING DIFFERENT FOR ME, OF COURSE.
“Man, this is the life. It can’t get any better than this.”
OH I THINK I COULD MAKE IT SLIGHTLY BETTER. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A SHOT AT THE MAJORS?
“Oh man, are you kidding me?” Cesar cried out. “That would be the fucking best! That would be a dream come true!”
WELL YOU’VE FINALLY GOTTEN INTO SHAPE. I JUST HAD TO MAKE SEVERAL ADJUSTMENTS. YOUR MENTAL SHIFTS HAVE HAD QUITE A LOT OF US AT THE HOURGLASS PROJECT COLLECTING LOTS OF VALUABLE DATA.
“The what? What are you talking about, Mr. Voice?”
NOTHING, CESAR. YOU CAN GO BACK TO YOUR LIFE NOW. YOU WON’T BE HEARING FROM ME FOR A WHILE. BUT YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM ME.
“That’s cool. Hey, I think I’ll go to the batting cages and practice some strike outs!”
YOU MIGHT WANT TO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON FIRST.
“Oh. Right. Why am I naked?”
I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY TO MAKE YOU DRIVE NAKED AROUND TOWN BUT YOU CAN PUT A SHIRT ON. I WANT YOUR DICK OUT, THOUGH. I WANT YOU TO FIND HOT GUYS TO JACK OFF TO WHILE YOU WATCH THEIR HOT BODIES. GO TO THE BEACH FIRST. JACK OFF THERE. AND FIND A HOT MAN TO SUCK OFF IN THE SHOWERS. I’VE ALREADY MADE ARRANGEMENTS.
“Wow, that sounds really hot, Mr. Voice! Thanks!”
There was no answer. Cesar put a shirt on and drove down to the beach.
He kept his dick hard and jacked off to some hot young studs playing around on the pavement with skateboards.
Then he met his trick inside the bathroom. Cesar wore a pair of light lycra shorts that came off easily. He knelt inside the disgusting stall and sucked the good looking man off. Cesar had a thing for sucking off white privileged men in suits. He recognized the man only for a few moments as an upper crust manager of a tech firm that had turned him down in another life. He had been determined to be far too socially awkward to take a risk on. The man was in an expensive charcoal suit, but he had a nice, firm dick that was far bigger than expected and Cesar relished sucking him dry. The man moaned in the bathroom as the wind from the sea blew over the tall cement ceiling.
“Hey. Aren’t you…you’re Cesar Benavente.” Cesar felt a moment of panic. “I…I love you. Ohmygosh. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. You’re one of my favorite players. I adore you,” the suit gushed. “God you’re so hot. Please, please tell me I can see you again. I would never expose you, I promise. In fact, I could help you. A lot. Financially.”
And from that day forward, Cesar had a friend in the tech world that wanted to utilize him for some promotions. He had only been in the major leagues for two years, but his reputation was growing. One thing led to another. He found himself promoting several up and coming websites, starring in commercials, and helping various charities. He visited sick kids in hospitals and joined the Big Brothers Association, devoting time to fatherless children that needed a big man in their life that could guide them, who they could look up to.
He began to become marginally famous. He was asked for autographs a few times. His family was always abashed when it happened in their presence. They had a hard time accepting that he was gay at first, but his love affair with Michael had taken some time for them to get used to. They were trying, he knew. His mother didn’t care but his father sometimes worried he wouldn’t have grandchildren. He assured them he had a lot of time to think about potential adoption scenarios, though in reality he didn’t really want to have children for a long time.
And now here I am, he thought. A fucking hairy ass baseball playing bear stud who every guy in his right mind would kill to get fucked by.
He still had memories of working for and managing the hardware store. He had been shifting ages but had settled at 26. He had a great deal of real world experience working any number of jobs that he had given him a solid appreciation of life, more than he had ever had before in his pathetic and squalid waste of a former life.
“Cesar! Come downstairs! Michael and I have a surprise for you before your game!”
Cesar had moved in with Michael and Sam and they had all become lovers together. Father and son had brought him into their wonderfully sexy incestuous lives and Cesar loved every minute of it.
When Cesar came downstairs he realized a major change had taken place. He was taller by several inches. Taller than either Michael or Sam. He had to be at least 6’4” now. He thought about it in shock, not even being able to see his face in the side mirror on the living room wall.
“Honey, look. Someone left this on our doorstep. It’s for you,” Sam told him, with his gruff voice. It was strange to look down on the man who he used to have to look up to. He kissed Sam passionately and relished how he was in a position of authority to manhandle the smaller men of the house now. Both father and son were going to be obeying the whims of his dick from now on, he could tell.
The gift basket was filled with cognac and cigars, and also contained some very nice aftershave and beard oil. The note attached said:
YOU’VE BEEN A VERY GOOD BOY, CESAR. KEEP GOING STRONG. YOU’VE GOT OUR ATTENTION AS A SUCCESS STORY. JUST KNOW THAT YOUR JOURNEY ISN’T EXACTLY OVER YET. I’LL BE MEETING WITH YOU IN THE NEAR FUTURE. I AM, AFTER ALL, YOUR BIGGEST FAN.
The note was signed “Mr. V”. And Cesar immediately remembered everything.
“Who is this Mr. V? Another rich corporate suit who wants to suck your dick?” Michael joked.
“Something like that.”
“Well don’t it go to your head, boy. We’ve got a game tonight. Don’t forget that baseball is still your top priority.”
“I have another top priority,” Cesar told him, and guided Michael’s head down, as well as that of his hot cop father, so they could both suck him off at the same time. He was truly King of this House now, he thought. I slam baseballs with the power of a hurricane, and I cum just as hard down the throats of my boys.
Sam and Michael slurped greedily. And Cesar was content.
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