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“I think you’re lookin’ good dude.”
Jay stared at his half-naked reflection in the mirror—eyes full of worry. He wasn’t getting fat, no, he was getting squishy. Plump at the waist and thighs. He'd lost weight too—and his features were soft from all the exfoliation.
No point in beating around the bush; Jay looked feminine. The tomboy haircut Darius picked for him at the dressers really sealed the girlish look. And the problem? Part of Jay liked the way he was now. Like, this was who he was underneath all along. He hid his face in his hands.
Darius draped his heavy arm over Jay’s shoulders. “Dude don’t be embarrassed. You look great.”
Yeah, Jay told him that was the problem. He asked who could find a guy that looks like this hot.
Darius lifted him like a toy and carried him to the bedroom. He pressed him into the sheets. body to body. Jay was so overwhelmed he didn’t notice he was hard until Darius started grinding Jay’s dick against his own. Jay whimpered Darius’ name, out of shame, out of shock, out of pleasure. Darius was so heavy it was scary.
When Darius slipped a finger into Jay’s ass, he saw stars, feeling close to passing out. As the digit brushed against his prostate, Jay’s blood carbonated. He moaned in an octave so high it would be cliché in a porno. He came involuntarily from the cocktail of adrenaline and lust of Darius’ massive grinding hips.
That was the first time Jay had ever been dominated and ‘fucked’. And it mentally and emotionally broke him.
Splayed out naked on the linin, Jay questioned everything. His life choices, his intelligence, his sanity, his manhood. Darius dismissed his fears and doubts, egging him on, pushing him further down this path that Jay didn’t want to admit, but felt like was made for him.
“We reached another big milestone today Jay,” Darius whispered, kissing him softly on the neck. “Don’t be scared now, just lean into it for me...”
