Such a Wholesome Slut

Meet Chris Carter, a young gay man living the American Dream. He’s twenty-two years old, working as a bartender in the city, and staying with his parents to save for an apartment. Chris has a great family – his Dad drives a truck with a pride sticker and his Mom volunteers for PFLAG. There’s only one thing turning his suburban dream into a nightmare.

“Hey kid,” an older man yelled from his front porch. “What the hell are you wearing? C’mon, none of the other boys wear that crap.”

“Good afternoon Mr. Greene,” Chris waved back. There wasn’t anything wrong with his outfit – ass-hugging shorts and a crop top. So what if it wasn’t to Mr. Greene’s tastes, Chris didn’t give a fuck about the crotchety opinions the older man spouted. Kill him with kindness, that’s what Chris’ dad recommended... but it was difficult.

“You need to straighten your head out,” Greene shouted from his porch swing. “Get a girlfriend and act like the other boys.”

‘Kill him with kindness,’ Chris repeated under his breath. ‘Or maybe just outlive him.”

“You’re probably turned on right now! That’s what you guys like, huh? A real man?” Green shouted. "The world doesn’t need any more faggots, you understand?”

Chris spun around with fury in his eyes. Never let the bigots make you mad... he knew it just gave them satisfaction. But some words...

“You’re a fuckin’ waste of space!” Chris spat back in anger. “Just cause you’re old doesn’t mean you know a goddamn thing! Lose the beer gut you fuckin’ asshole – at least gay daddies are hot... you’re just a bitter old husk!”

Chris turned on his heel and marched away, feeling self-righteous on his way to the bus stop.

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Greene stomped through his afternoon errands – from the bank, to the hardware store, to the liquor store, he complained to anyone who would listen about the gay kid. Most of the men his age nodded along in sympathy, though more than one rolled his eyes when Greene left.

He was on his way back to his car when he walked past a shop he’d never seen before. Greene could have sworn there was an building there yesterday, but someone had moved in quickly – the empty storefront had been replaced by a musty window display and an ancient looking sign that said “The Magic Store”.

The whole place looked like it had been around for decades. Possibly centuries. Incredible what they could do with special effects these days. Something about the place called to him, drawing him closer and closer until his hand landed on the front door. Greene heard the ring of a bell as he stepped inside.

The shop was far bigger than he expected. The shelves seemed to go on forever, stretching into the distance, though Greene knew that wasn’t possible. There was an old man hunched over the front counter, staring with eerie intensity.

“Good morning,” the shopkeeper called out, despite the late afternoon light filtering through the window.

“Uh... hello,” Greene muttered. He hated salespeople who tried too hard.

“Please, take a look around,” the shopkeeper offered. “I’m certain we have whatever you need.”

“Thanks,” Greene said, heading down an aisle just to end the conversation. He hated being watched while shopping – what was he, some kind of punk kid? Besides, he wasn’t even really shopping, he just wanted to see what kind of tricks they had in the place.

He let his eyes wander over the shelves. None of the items had a price tag and most of them didn’t have a box or a label of any kind – just a handwritten description tucked beside each item.

It was absurd – there were no rabbits coming out of hats or ways to cut girls in half. Instead he found a rock that claimed it could make anyone tell the truth. An hourglass that said it could speed up time. A football that offered to make you more masculine and wholesome.

The moment Greene laid eyes on the football, he felt like it picked him. The ball started to shake and rattle on the shelf, begging to get picked up.

It was calling to him.

Greene reached out slowly and touched it. The moment his fingertips made contact with the rough hide he felt disoriented. He wasn’t in the shop anymore... he was in his yard, looking over at Chris. The young man was holding a football.

But it wasn’t Chris. Chris was skinny, ego driven, and sexually charged. The version Greene saw in front of him was more of a jock – he was wearing a pair of shorts that hugged his thick legs and a t-shirt styled up to look like a football jersey. Red with white lettering.

It was all fitted tightly to show off his muscles, and hey... this version of Chris actually had some muscle. He was smiling and happy, grinning as he tossed the football back. Greene realized he was watching the scene through his own eyes – his hands automatically caught the ball and threw it towards Chris.

As Chris caught the ball again, Greene felt a static charge in the air and a shimmer of light passed through him. A backwards ball cap appeared on Chris’ head, making him even more of an all-american jock.

“Gee, Mr. Greene,” Chris said. “This sure is fun!”

“Call me Edward,” Greene offered.

“Are you sure Mr Greene?” Chris said. He re-gripped the ball, raising his muscled arm to throw the ball back.

Greene jerked his hand away from the football, his face white with shock. He was still in the shop, somewhere deep among the shelves. He glanced around, trying to orient himself to reality again.

The door was that way. He backed away from the football – it just shook and buzzed more as he got farther away. Greene swore under his breath... there was something terribly wrong with this place. He hurried towards the door, eager to leave the shop behind.

“Did you find something?” the old shopkeeper called as Greene tried to rush past. Greene stopped dead in his tracks and stuttered.

“Uh... I gotta... I gotta go,” he said nervously.

The old man reached under the front counter and pulled out a football. The football.

“You’re leaving without this?” he asked with surprise. “You have someone in your life who needs this, don’t you?”

“What the hell is going on here?” Greene blustered.

“You have someone in your life who needs this,” the old man said simply. “Masculinity and wholesomeness. You can be the one to provide it for them.”

Greene bit his lip for a second. Whatever... may as well tell this guy, he’d told everyone else in town.

“There’s this kid on my block... just graduated college and he’s a fuckin’ fag. Always flouncing around the neighbourhood... a kid like that, he should be playing football with his buddies and chasing girls, not... ugh, I can’t stand thinking about it.”

“Then this is your answer,” the old man said, tossing the ball to Greene. Greene felt a strange sensation wash over him... something about catching the ball made him realize...

“What’s it cost?” Greene asked.

“In terms of money? Twenty dollars,” the old man answered with a playful smile.

Greene pulled a double sawbuck from his wallet and slapped it on the counter. He left the store with the ball tucked under his arm... yeah, he was gonna show that kid what was up.

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A couple hours later, Greene’s resolve was starting to fade. What if this thing actually was a magic football, and what if could actually change Chris’ life? Did he have the right to take Chris and reshape him? And could he really mold him into a wholesome young man?

Greene ended up downloading Instagram just so he could look through Chris’ photos. There were hundreds of them – square after square of Chris showing off his body. The poses got sluttier and more explicit in the newer photos – Greene didn’t have the words to describe it, but Chris was going for a twinky thirst-trap kind of vibe. Whatever the words, Greene knew he didn’t like it.

In one picture Chris was licking an ice cream cone suggestively. In another one he was bent over in a backbend – the description for that one said #flexible. In a third photo he was marching shirtless in a pride parade, his skinny frame on display for all sorts of deviants and trash.

Greene winced at the shameless posts, then glanced over at the table beside his front door. The football was still there, waiting to be used.

Did he have the right? Greene didn’t know... but Chris was going to thank him.

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Greene worked in his garden all afternoon so he wouldn’t miss Chris. When the young man finally walked by he was hard to miss. His bleached blond hair was spiked up and he’d added pink highlights since the last time Greene had seen him.

He was dressed to impress too – a purple crop top and a pair of white jeans. The crop top had white line-art of a rooster. Beneath that was the name of the bar where Chris worked, The Cock Stop, written out in flowery letters.

Greene swallowed his revulsion and reminded himself – he was doing this young man a favour. He stood up and grabbed the football.

“Hey boy,” he said.

Chris held his head up a little higher and tried not to make eye contact.

“Wanna throw the ball around?” Greene asked, holding up the magic football. “Make an old man happy for a few minutes.”

Chris stopped walking and broke out laughing.

“That’s like... kinda sweet,” he laughed. “But I’m not that kinda boy, y’know?”

“Are you sure?” Greene asked, suppressing a cocky little smirk. Without warning he tossed the ball to Chris who caught it awkwardly. A little shimmer of light passed over the young man and he seemed to freeze for a moment. Finally he blinked a couple of times and looked at the ball.

He turned it, gripping it so his fingers landed on the threads.

“I’ve... I’ve gotta get to work soon...” Chris stuttered. He couldn’t take his eyes off the ball.

“Let’s just toss it around for a few minutes,” Greene encouraged.

“Yeah...” Chris said slowly. “For sure.”

He tossed the ball back. Greene felt good when the ball landed in his hands. Chris was walking through the front gate and standing on the other side of the yard. The first bit of resistance was broken... Greene had him now.

The two men started to pass the ball back and forth. With each catch, Chris changed more and more, shifting from an over-sexed twink into more of a regular guy. On the next catch his hair faded until the bleached blond was gone and he was left with a mousy brown colour. The throw after it relaxed it’s style, the carefully designed spikes relaxing into a curly mop.

Chris caught the ball again and his crop top lengthened, transforming into a tightly fitted t-shirt. Another throw changed it’s colour, inverting the purple and white so that it looked like a plain white tee with a faded purple outline on it. If you didn’t look too close, you’d never realize what it said.

One more throw and his jeans shifted from tight and white to a relaxed pair of bluejeans. They were pretty baggy on his ass – good. Normally Greene complained about kids these days with their saggy pants, but anything was better than what Chris normally wore.

Chris was getting comfortable with the ball, catching it automatically and returning the throw it a smooth motion. His body was starting to change a bit too – his shoulders looked a little bit broader, and on the next throw his biceps clearly swelled in size. By the time he threw the ball for the last time, Greene could even see his chest starting to push out a little.

Eventually Chris’ watch beeped. He glanced down at it and his eyes bulged.

“Oh gosh, I gotta get to work!” he gasped. “Thanks for the catch Mr. Greene!”

Greene smirked as the young man ran for the bus stop. He was still wearing a gay bar’s t-shirt, and he was still prancing a little bit as he ran, but overall Chris looked much closer to Greene’s idea of a wholesome young man.

He rolled the football between his hands and grinned. It was only a matter of time until Chris gave up the gay stuff entirely and focussed on chasing girls.

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Greene was cooking supper that night, watching a football game on his big screen TV. Normally he preferred to watch the evening news, keep abreast of important developments in the world... but Chris was going to want to talk about football and girls soon, and Greene wanted to be ready.

He scratched his flat stomach. The sausages were frying, now he was just chopping vegetables to add in and make a sort of stir-fry. The knife moved automatically, which was lucky because his eyes were fixed on the screen.

The football players were absolute paragons of masculinity. He knew that Chris was never gonna look like those guys... so big and buff... but if he could at least look up them, he’d be on the right path.

He watched their muscular bodies flying across the field, packed into tight pants and looking even bigger under their pads. Greene’s eye’s lingered on the quarterback’s ass for a half second and the knife grazed his finger.

“Fuck!” he swore, dropping the knife and sucking the blood off. He washed it under cold water, then went off to find the first aid kid.

The older man couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been, letting himself get distracted like that.

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It was a couple of days before Chris walked past his house again. Greene was out front like usual, pretending to drink a cup of coffee while he waited with the football.

He barely recognized the young man. The changes from their last session were sticking – instead of Chris’ typically flashy wardrobe, he was dressed in bluejeans and a black t-shirt. A pair of unremarkable sneakers completed the look. His brown hair was barely styled into a messy mop.

Normally Chris was tense when he walked past Greene’s house, but the young man was carrying himself with a relaxed energy. He glanced over, looking to see if the old man was on his porch swing.

“Hey Mr. Greene!” Chris called out. He gave a friendly wave and stopped to chat.

“Hey boy,” Greene said, grabbing for the football. “You got a few minutes to toss the ball around?”

“For sure sir!” Chris said, his face split open in a wide grin. “I was hoping you’d ask! I don’t work til later!”

Greene tossed the ball towards Chris and watched a shimmer of light pass over the boy again. He didn’t see a difference, not until Chris turned to close the gate. The young man’s ass had gotten bigger, swollen and tight under his jeans. It was so big that Greene almost missed the next throw.

Greene caught the ball, then sent it flying back at Chris. Chris’ chest got suddenly wider and pushed out even more, leaning him with a prominent pair of pecs over his flat stomach. The girls were gonna go wild for Chris once they were done...

Another toss and Chris’ waist tightened up even more – the fabric of his t-shirt shrank along with it, showing off the definition. Between Chris’ broad shoulders and tight waist, Greene was starting to see the frame of an athlete. Another throw and Chris’ shoulders got broader, removing all question.

Nobody would look at the young man and think he was a sissy. Greene tossed the ball back, watching Chris’ arms swell up into a solid pair of guns. For a brief moment Greene felt a pang of jealousy – he’d never been that fit as a boy. Chris was lucky Greene could help him out.

Another throw and Chris got even more handsome. His jawline got more prominent, showing off his youthful looks. One more throw and his legs swelled, joining his thick ass and becoming powerful. Greene got lost in fantasy for a moment – Chris, running down a football field, pumping those legs and leaving his completion in the dust...

With one last throw Chris’ t-shirt transformed, shifting from a plain black tee into a red tee styled up so it looked like a football jersey.

“Gee, thanks for the catch Mr. Greene!” Chris said, tossing the ball back one more time. “I’ve got to get to work, but it was really fun!”

He turned to leave and Greene let out a little groan when he saw the back of the shirt. The jersey number was ’69’... apparently there was still work to be done.

Chris turned when he heard the groan. He swaggered over to Greene, stepping a little too close for comfort with his newly muscular body.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, giving Greene a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon Daddy.”

He was gone before Greene could react. He shook his head in disgust... clearly the young man needed another session with the football.

The sooner the better.

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Greene couldn’t resist taking another peek at Chris’ social media. Whatever the football was doing, it wasn’t just transforming the young man in the moment... it was changing his past too. Chris’ old slutty photos were gone, replaced with an entirely new set of thirst traps.

At least it was more wholesome and masculine, Greene thought. Soon enough Chris would be another one of the guys. A real man, just like Greene.

Of course, Greene never had Instagram when he was young. Chris’ feed was full of photos with his friends – groups of attractive young guys, handsome and virile and horny. They were shirtless or wearing tank tops in most of the photos, showing off their gym-built physiques.

Playing sports. At the gym. Big group photos at parties. Everyone looked so happy.

He kept swiping through the feed and found a photo of Chris, naked in front of a bathroom mirror. The young man had cropped the photo strategically – his abs were visible down to the adonis belt, but his cock was hidden just out of view.

Greene stared at the photo – Chris’ meaty pecs... his heavy arms and wide shoulders... he was a total mans man now. So fuckin’ masculine... Greene bit his bottom lip as he double-tapped on the photo, liking it with a heart. His cock was so hard...

What the hell...?

He jerked his hand away, realizing that he’d actually been rubbing his cock through his slacks. He was hard and horny... god, he must have been thinking about all the girls Chris was going to date. He tapped the photo again, trying to make the heart go away, but the damn app was broken.

Chris needed one more game of catch... then he could get a girlfriend. Greene licked his lips and stared at the photo for a minute longer.

Yeah... Chris needed a girlfriend – now!

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One more game of catch, Greene thought, then Chris would be straight and masculine and he wouldn’t be tempting anyone. The world would be better off with another straight stud.

“Morning boy,” Greene called from his front porch.

Chris was up earlier than usual, swaggering down the sidewalk with the confidence of a man who understands his place in life. He stopped and leaned on Greene’s front fence, sticking his ass out a little for show. The boy was packed into a pair of gym shorts that hugged his thick legs and the same jersey-themed tee from the day before.

“Hey Mr. Greene!” Chris said cheerfully. “I was hoping you’d be up already! Want to throw the ball around?”

Greene responded by tossing the ball right into Chris’ muscular arms.

“Good throw!” Chris grinned. “I’m really getting the hang of this!”

He sure was, Greene thought. That last catch had given Chris a pair of piercing green eyes. They were hard to look away from.

“Whoops,” Chris teased as Greene fumbled his catch. “Nobody’s perfect, huh sir?”

Greene cleared his throat in annoyance and threw the ball back.

Chris caught it and a sparkle of light went over him, leaving him with a wider back. Chris threw the ball back and Greene caught it easily, tossing it back automatically to show how he still knew how to handle a ball.

A wave of deja-vu washed over Greene. This was the moment he’d seen in the store... Chris caught the ball and a backwards cap formed over his messy hair. He was the all-american jock that Greene had imagined... so hot and sexy...

“Gee, Mr. Greene,” Chris cheered. “This sure is fun!”

Greene couldn’t help but follow the vision he’d seen earlier. What had he said to Chris...? It didn’t matter. Just say whatever came naturally.

“Call me Edward,” Greene offered.

Yeah, that was it. Chris was almost done his transformation.

“Are you sure Mr Greene?” Chris asked with a coy grin. He re-gripped the ball, raising his muscled arm to throw the ball back.. “I wanna call you Daddy!”

“What?” Greene said, unsure what to do next.

“Shit Daddy... you’re just so fuckin’ hot,” Chris teased. His cock was getting hard, the outline easily visible through the outline of his gym shorts.

“Stop calling me that!” Greene said. “Look, kid... I’m not into that stuff.”

“For real?” Chris laughed. “You think I’m gonna believe that? Take a look in the mirror Daddy... I know you want my ass.”

“Huh?”

“This football,” Chris explained with a gleam in his eye. “Maybe it’s cause I’m vain, but I noticed it changing me right away. This thing is Daddy... it’s been changing you too.”

Greene felt like some had kicked him in the stomach.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Greene blustered.

“I dunno how, but... we definitely play on the same team now,” Chris smirked. “Don’t believe me? Go look in the mirror... Daddy.”

Chris threw the ball one more time. Greene caught it automatically – another wave of happiness washed over him. Oh god... he dropped the ball, turning and rushing into the house. The bathroom was just around the corner and –

– he stopped dead in his tracks. The mirror had to be broken. There was no way he looked like the reflection.

Greene expected to find a weathered old man, his gut too soft from years of overeating, his pants two sizes too large because he cared more about comfort than style.

But that wasn’t what he saw. Not at all. Other than his age, Greene was almost unrecognizable.

“Oh my god,” he said, staring at the ’70’s style gay daddy in the mirror. He looked like something out of a Tom of Finland drawing... how did he know that? How could he picture them immediately?

Greene’s hand snuck down towards his cock as he took in his new image.

A tight t-shirt under a black leather jacket. Jeans that looked pained on. A high-and-tight haircut over a tightly trimmed moustache. Wide shoulders and heavy pecs and a gigantic ass... a lifetime of hard work on the gym and in the field.

“No...” he said, reaching out and touching the mirror image. Maybe he could break the mirror. Then everything would go away... back to normal. There was a heavy soap dispenser on the counter – he picked it up and threw it, cracking the mirror into a thousand pieces.

But the same gay daddy stared back at him from behind the spiderweb.

No... it wasn’t supposed to... it was supposed to make Chris into a real man. it wasn’t supposed to change him... make him more masculine and wholesome and sexy as hell...

“Fuck me...” Greene moaned, gripping his hard cock through the denim. “Fuck me... I’m so fuckin’ hot...”

The football hadn’t just made Chris into a real man... it had done the job on Greene too. He knew it instinctively... he was a real man now.

And Chris was just the kind of boy he craved.

What could be more wholesome than a Daddy and his Boy?

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Greene stepped out onto his front porch, feeling like a new person. The air was cool and crisp through his thin t-shirt, but he didn’t mind... it just made his sexy nipples harder.

“Hey Boy,” Greene smirked, giving Chris a hungry look. The young man was hot as hell, gym built muscle packed into a tight t-shirt. His shorts had been carefully picked to show off his cock... obvious, but not too obvious. He wasn’t some twinky slut after all – not anymore.

“I should probably go...” Chris said, giving a coy grin. “Hit the gym, y’know?”

“You should stay,” Greene told him. “Let’s take a soak in the hot tub.”

“But I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Chris shrugged innocently. “I can’t go swimming without a swimsuit!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Greene smirked. “C’mon boy... don’t be a brat.”

Chris grinned and stripped off his tee. Greene stared lustfully as young stud revealed his torso... peeling the shirt slowly over the abs, then tugging it over his thick chest and shoulders. Chris bent over to pick up his hat, making sure that Greene got a look at his meaty ass when he bent over.

Two minutes later they were in the backyard, naked in the hot tub. Greene sat in the deep water while Chris straddled him and wrapped his arms around his Daddy’s neck. The two men were making out, kissing and laughing as the water melted away their tension.

The football sat nearby. Greene was trying to be angry... but anger was for unhappy men, and he was thrilled with his life. Of course, it wasn’t quite perfect yet – the football was still vibrating softly, holding one more gift for him and Chris.

“Mmm... feels like somebodies getting hard,” Chris teased. He gripped Greene’s shaft gently, running his fingers down it’s length.

“It’s not just me,” Greene pointed out. Chris’ thick cockhead was sticking above the surface of the water. “What would the neighbours think?”

“Maybe we should go inside,” Chris suggested. “After all, we don’t want the neighbours to see this!”

He pushed himself off Greene’s lap and took a deep breath before submerging his head under the water. Chris’ lips locked around his Daddy’s shaft. Greene leaned back and relaxed, surprised at how easily he accepted his new role. Chris was his boy... his hot and horny boy, making sure his Daddy was happy. What could be more wholesome than that?

Chris stayed under water for almost a minute before he surfaced for air.

“Your cock is so fuckin’ hot...” he whispered in Greene’s ear.

“Get back down there boy,” Greene ordered.

“I don’t know Daddy...” Chris teased. “Maybe you should take me inside the house. I’d hate for the neighbours to see you blowing your load in my tight ass... I want you to fuck me Daddy... fuck me so hard...”

Greene didn’t need any convincing. He climbed out of the tub and strutted his naked body across the yard and through the back door.

Chris grabbed the football and gathered up their clothes before following Greene inside. He found Greene towelling off in the back hallway, another towel ready for Chris.

“Thanks,” Chris said. “I can’t believe I’ve never been inside here before. I bet you’ve got a nice big... bedroom, huh?”

“Yeah,” Greene said. “And don’t go getting any ideas. I’m on the top floor.”

“Don’t worry Daddy,” Chris grinned, twitching his heavy cock. “This things just for show. I need your cock in my hole so bad...”

Greene grabbed his hand and guided Chris upstairs. The boy was nice and hot for his cock. Not that there was any doubt...

“Get on the bed,” Greene ordered. There was lube in the dresser drawer – that was new – so he started fingering Chris’ hole. The young man was clearly experienced... Greene only spent a minute finger fucking him before he lubed his cock and plunged in.

“Ooooohh...” Chris moaned, bracing himself on his elbows. “Fuck yeah... gimme that hot Daddy dick...”

“You like that boy?” Greene grinned, pushing deeper into Chris’ hole. “You like a real man fucking your hole?”

“Mmmm... yes Daddy...” Chris moaned. “I love your cock inside me...”

“You’ve been fucked a lot, huh boy?”

“Huh?” Chris gasped.

“I said you’ve been fucked a lot, haven’t you boy?” Greene repeated. “It’s okay... there’s nothing wrong with being a slut.”

“Yeah...” Chris gasped, pushing back to get a little more of Greene’s cock inside him. “I’m such a fuckin’ slut...”

“That’s good boy,” Greene smirked. “I’m a slut too. But now you’re one of my boys...”

“Hmmm...” Chris moaned under him.

The football started to rattle on the nightstand. He was getting close... and he could feel something coming. Something special.

“You can suck and flirt and kiss... but this ass is mine, you got that?” Greene ordered. “You don’t get fucked by anyone else... not unless I tell you it’s okay.”

“Uuuhhhhhn...” Chris grunted. His mind felt like pulp. “Yes sir... I got that...”

“Good boy,” Greene chuckled. He was getting close. “Now take my load...”

The football flew off the nightstand and hit Greene in the chest. He caught it automatically, wrapping his hands around the leather and squeezing it until it burst.

He felt his cock jerk inside Chris’ ass, spilling his cum inside the young man and sealing his fate. The football vanished in a spray of rainbow light, washing over both the men, transforming them one last time.

Chris moaned as he felt his ass flood with cum. Greene reached under him and grabbed for his cock. That set Chris off, his load shooting all over Greene’s sheets.

“Oh my god,” Greene gasped as he watched the room transform.

The plain beige walls and boring brown carpet were gone, replaced with a dark maroon paint job and hardwood floors. His bed grew into an extra large king and the tangled sheets shifted – no more flannel... Greene was into silk now.

Picture frames started to appear around the room. A football jersey from Greene’s pro-career... holy shit, he’d had a football career... impossible. He vaguely remembered being an accountant... or was that his backup plan, if being the Quarterback didn’t work out? Greene looked over at the jersey... his name was across the back, printed above his number. Good ol’ 69.

“Nice,” he chuckled. It was an old joke, but it always made him laugh.

At his cock softened and fell from Chris’ ass, he glanced around. The nude centrefold Greene did when he came out. The rainbow flag some student athletes had given him. Handcuffs hanging from the four posts of the bed frame...

“What are these for...” Chris teased, toying with the cuffs.

“Gimme an hour,” Greene said, laying back and appreciating Chris’ cut body. “I don’t have the stamina I used to...”

“You’re still all man,” Chris said playfully. He curled up beside Greene, resting his head on the older mans hairy chest.

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Two hours later Greene unlocked the handcuffs. Chris was running late for work.

“Gimme a minute to shower,” Greene said. “I’ll drive you.”

The two men hopped in the shower together, soaping each other up and playfully teasing the others cocks. There wasn’t time for a third round... and to be honest, Greene wasn’t sure if he could keep up anyhow.

There was no rush. Chris would move in soon enough anyway.

Greene pulled the SUV out of the garage and motioned for Chris to get inside. His boy jumped in the passenger seat and started fiddling with the stereo. Soon they were driving towards the city, blasting dance music from the open windows.

“Thanks for the ride Daddy...” Chris said when they pulled up near the bar. “Want to come inside for a beer? On me!"

“Twist my rubber arm,” Greene smiled, massaging his boys neck lightly. “One beer, then I’ve gotta go. I need my full eight hours to stay in shape.”

The two men walked inside. Chris gave him a quick peck on the lips, then hurried off to the back. A minute later he reappeared wearing the bars uniform – a purple tanktop with a rooster and a pair of tight white jeans. The young jock was practically bursting out of his outfit... which, Greene had to admit, was kind of the point.

“Hey Eddie,” the owner said. “Your usual?”

He was an older man, tending bar while the evening was still slow. He wasn’t in the same shape as Greene, but then again... who was?

“Yeah,” Greene said, taking a seat at the bar. “How’s my boy working out?”

“Just fine,” the owner grinned. He glanced at Chris – he’d grabbed the TV remote and was changing the channel to a football game. “Seriously Chris... who’s gonna watch football?”

“He will,” Chris said, pointing at Greene. “Besides, I like it, and Drag Race isn’t on til later.”

The owner shook his head and served Greene his beer.

“Interesting kid,” the owner shrugged. “But have you seen that ass? I sell 30% more the nights he works.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it,” Greene chuckled. The owner hurried off to serve another customer and Greene relaxed.

Chris’ ass was never far from his mind.

A gay bar always made him feel at home.

Especially when his boy was serving drinks. Bustling around the bar, the perfect blend of masculinity and queerness.

Back in his day, guys used to hide who they were. Chris was lucky, living his most authentic life. Why couldn’t more boys be like that... he was such a wholesome slut..

Greene was proud of him.