9 comments/ 12605 views/ 18 favorites Eros of the Forbidden By: jockwonderlust "Johnny this is Jace. If you're free lets meet at the library at 2pm," says the text I received. Luckily, I have no class later this afternoon. I'll just have to cancel the date I'm planning with one of the cheerleaders who has been flirting with me for a month now. Meeting Jace as soon as possible is my priority. My name is Johnny, a 22 year old college junior majoring in Physical Education. I'm running to be the president of the school's Student's Sports Council for next academic year and it's currently campaign period for us candidates. I like sports and I'm very athletic. I'm part of the university's basketball, volleyball and triathlon team. And since I'm graduating next year, I had to make sure I become a student leader aside from being an athlete. Apparently, aside from having good grades (which I have) and athletic abilities, leadership experiences as a student gives a graduate an edge over others in terms of getting absorbed in better jobs in the corporate arena. A part of our activities for this period is to create campaign paraphernalia and distribute them to student voters to increase our exposure and popularity. This is where Jace comes in. Although I'm pretty sure that I'm going to win because I am already popular in school due of my involvement in sports, I just want to take this campaign seriously. I'm going against Ryan Cruz, the tennis and martial arts team captain, who also has a pretty good reputation at school. I have limited funds for my campaign and getting some people to work for me without having to pay them would be a big help to save money and use them for some more important things. It's more difficult to look for resources since I'm an independent candidate and I have no student leader party to back me up. Jace Marcus is a senior student at the university, majoring in graphic arts. I don't really know him nor have met him before. A teammate just referred him to me and told me he was willing to help out. My teammate gave my number to Jace now he just texted me to meet him. Jace is a photographer and a visual artist and he's going to help in creating the posters for my campaign. "Okay, see you at 2pm," I reply. —————————————————————————— "I'm here at the photo exhibit section. I'm wearing green," he texts as I am a few steps far from the library entrance. It's a good thing the university library isn't such a very well visited place in school. There are roughly fifty students scattered in the whole place as I come in. So finding him won't be so difficult. I go directly to the photo exhibit section. The area is enclosed and the walls are full of frames with weird pictures in them. There are a few tables inside and there are only two people seated inside, one wearing red, and the other green. Mr green guy seems to be sketching something on his desk. He notices me as I walk to him. "Hi Jace, I'm Johnny Ark," I offer my hand. He looks at me with exasperation and shakes my hand weakly, "I know who you are. Jace Marcus. You're late." He says blankly. I pause and look at him intently. He's about 5'10'' with unruly black hair under a baseball cap. He has side burns and a thin beard that seems unshaven. He wears round spectacles resting on a pointed nose. His lips are thin and curled to the side. He wears an oversized green jacket, khaki shorts and chucks. I steal a glance at the paper at his desk. There is a caricature of a man who looks like him with Z Z Z Z's. I look at my watch. It's 2:40pm. Yes I am late and this guy can rub it to me if he likes to. I am a bit surprised though. Usually when I make minor faults like this, people don't bother to complain. Well, first, I am Johnny Ark, a school sports hero. And it's rare to find someone in school who's at least as big as me. I'm 6 foot 2 inches tall and all muscle from the athletics I'm involved with. And nobody can just talk back sarcastically to me like how this guy did. People at school know I had beaten a few bad guys who tried to have their way with me during taekwondo classes. "I'm sorry dude, my last class got extended" I apologize as I sit in front of him. Of course, I wouldn't get mad at his sarcasm. I need him more than he needs me. He just sighed and went back to his sketching. Unsure of how to respond, I say, "Uh thanks for doing this for me for free, dude. Uh, this means a lot." He replies without breaking eye contact from his scribbles, "well, it's not as 'free' as you think it is. Well, I'm not gonna ask you to pay me, but I am gonna ask you for something," his voice edgy. I nodded, "okaaaay... What is it?" "I just need a certification that I'm doing this for you for free. You know for future references when I find jobs in the future. And I need you to feed me during our photo shoots and editing sessions," he demands. "Okay that seems fair, I'm good with tha—" "And one more thing," he cuts me, "I need you to be my model for another photo shoot outside this campaign." Photo shoot outside this campaign, my mind echoes, trying to think of the implications of saying yes to this would be. "What's the photo shoot about?" I ask suspiciously. He shrugs, "I actually don't know yet. It's a part of my thesis before I graduate. I haven't really figured out what to do and the professor hasn't given out the theme yet. I just need people who would be willing to model for me for free too." I take a deep breath. Well, I don't see anything wrong with his conditions so far. Although the uncertainty of the photo shoot theme scares me a bit. "Okay, as long as the shoot won't hurt my dignity and reputation, I agree with your conditions," I respond. He smiles finally. Although it seems more like a grin to me. "Good," he hands me a small paper, "email me your ideas for the campaign posters and your free schedule. Then when we agree on what to initially do, let's do the photo shoot at my house. My email and home address is in the card." —————————————————————————— After exchanging emails within the next two days after we first met, Jace and I agreed on a concept for the posters and decided to meet on Saturday 9am. Our talks through email were formal and straightforward. We discussed our business and brought up nothing casual nor personal. So, I figured our relationship won't really go beyond transactional. Ever since Jace's frankness about my tardiness, I planned to be more mindful of our agreed upon schedules. He lives in a small unit in the second floor of an apartment a few blocks from my place. Bringing with me some pancakes I bought from McDonalds, I arrive up at his place thirty minutes earlier from the time we planned. I stand in front of his unit but as I am about to knock I realize that the door is not completely shut. From the small opening I hear guttural noises. Overwhelmed by curiosity, I push the door slowly and lightly and peek inside. And then I inaudibly gasp at the sight. I see Jace in the middle of a space crowded with many things. He is sitting in front of his PC wearing only his spectacles and his red briefs which was already on his knees. His body is smooth, his skin fair. I totally underestimated him in his oversized jacket when I last saw him. The guy actually packs muscles. He's not as muscular as me, but he sure is lean and built. But what awes me really is his cock being held by his right hand. My guess is that the erect tool is nine inches long and looks a bit thick too. So here I am with my jaw down, staring at my photographer, while his eyes are glued on the screen and masturbating. I can see his muscles tense and a thin sheet of sweat that covered his entire body that made him shine under his unit's low lighting. From his computer speakers I hear a man and a woman groaning. Looks like Jace woke up today with a bad morning wood that he needed release 30 minutes before we meet and decided to do it while watching porn. From my limited view, I see his face menacingly contorted with pleasure while roughly beating his humungous meat. I have never seen anyone jack off so passionately. His hand seems so masterful in touching the right places of his penis. Somewhere in my mind I wish that I could sit beside him and jack off with him. The thought of his rough hand doing my cock comes to me. I feel my own penis press against my pants. I am so hard, and this is only after under three minutes of watching him masturbate like a voyeur. Instinctively, my free hand travels in front of my jeans and squeezes my throbbing member. Should I wait for him to cum? I ask my weirded-out self. I shook my head firmly to snap myself back to reality. I'm lucky that after five minutes of peeping, Jace had been so engrossed with making love to his dick that he never noticed me there the whole time. It took a lot of willpower for me to step back and silently walk away. I struggle to find my way out of the apartment building. I sit down on a bench by the sidewalk. I am still in shock. I firmly close my eyes but I still can't get Jace's image out of my head. My erection still hasn't died down. The weirdest part is that I am not gay. I'm actually what one would call a macho straight alpha male, an athlete and a ladies man. I've had my fair share in dating girls and getting in bed with them. Aside from being a potential student leader and an all around sports boy, I also have a good reputation for being a chick magnet and an amazing fucker. I even have a date with a girl from the swim team later, and for sure I'm going to get laid with her. After a few deep breaths and sighs, my hardness finally subsides. I look at my watch: five minutes to nine in the morning. I can't believe it took me that long before I could recover. I decide to go back to his apartment unit. And this time, I knock. The door opens and there stood Jace, wearing an over sized shirt and khaki shorts. His expression looks milder and cordial compared to our meeting in the library (and the contorted one I saw while he was beating off). He doesn't smell sweaty at all, he probably took a quick bath after his session. "G— good morning," I manage to say. "Hi Johnny," he looks at his watch, "right on time." Then he smiles. I smile back. Then I put the food up, "breakfast?" He takes it, "thanks. Come in." So, I enter his unit. It's a studio type. A bed on a corner, a dining table in another. Computer in the middle. There's a photography studio set up that took most of the space of the place, where there lights and reflectors and stands and everything. "I'll munch on these pancakes first then we'll start," he says, "want to eat with me?" "Nah, I'm full," I respond. He allows me to sit on one of the stools while he ate standing beside his dining table. I just stare at him while he eats his pancakes vigorously. He must have been so tired from his passionate self-service earlier. I start to get the tingle again in my loins as I remember the image. I shake my head to brush it off. I peer at his face and think, at first sight, he seems so innocent when he's dressed up yet he looks so wild when I saw him masturbating earlier. Looks can be deceiving indeed. "Do I have something in my face?" he asks, snapping me back to reality. "Uh, oh, no," I stammer, thinking of an excuse. "I am just amazed at how you can eat so quickly." He chuckles, muffled with foodstuffs in his mouth, "oh, you know. I don't have the luxury of long meals. I'm kind of a busy guy." I sigh in relief. Well at least he doesn't act like the same uptight guy I saw in the library yesterday, "I know you're really busy that's why I'm really grateful that you're doing this." He laughs. "Stop patronizing me, you're not even sure if you'll like my work yet." —————————————————————————— The first theme of the photo shoot is me in my basketball uniform. After changing, I stand in front of him. He instructs me to just do some poses he clicks away. He probably notices how stiff I am so he coaxes me by chatting. "I've seen you play in court when I was asked to cover some of your games," he mentions, "I don't know much about basketball, but you play really well." I blush, "thanks." "Johnny, you don't have to fold your elbows so much. Your arms are so big already. No need to flex them anymore," he instructs, "I want the people to notice your face in the campaign. Not your guns." "Oh, I'm sorry." He smiles, "no need to apologize big guy. I mean, if I had the same body as yours, I'd flaunt it and flex away my life. Haha. But for this campaign, you're the potential school leader, not a men's health model." I nod, "makes sense. But your body isn't that bad. I think it's quite solid." He stops clicking. He looks at me with eyebrows crossed, "how would you know that?" I swallow. He doesn't know I've seen him naked. "Uhm, well... Now that I uhm, look at you, you don't seem like an unhealthy skinny guy nor an obese guy either," I reply tentatively. "Nah, I'm still nowhere near the hottie campus heartthrob hunk that you are." He starts clicking again. Did he just say that he thinks I'm hot? I say to myself. I usually don't get that kind of compliment from guys, unless they're faggots, which I usually just ignore. Hearing Jace say that makes me stir a little. Oh Johnny, snap out of it! Then I change to my volleyball gear. He takes a couple of shots and then I don my triathlon uniform. It's a mix of school colors, lime green and yellow. The lightness of the color and the fit of the singlet is a bit skintight. So, it's easy to make out the cuts in my body when I'm weariing it. "Nice," he says with a smile and clicks. It's kind of weird wearing this uniform now that I am not really competing. Wearing such a revealing piece of clothing in front of the guy who I just saw in his intimate moment feels kind of erotic in a sense. In between shots he inquires, "is it hot here? You're sweating." I stutter, "uh, ah. Yeah. A bit. I'm sorry." I feel tightness in my crotch area. Oh my god. Why am I getting excited? I think of disgusting and unpleasurable things like rotten food and homework. But nothing helps it die down. Jace stops and scratches his head. He appears embarrassed. Looking away, he tentatively says, "uh, uhm Johnny. I can't uh... We can't... Take pictures of you if you're uhm... Excited. We want to make your campaign uhm... as general patronage as possible." My cheeks go crimson, "I- I'm sorry. I'm not usually... I mean, I don't know." How do I explain that the reason for this erection is the guy taking my photograph? "Some girl gave you a case of blue balls?" he asks nonchalantly, "you got to shake the image off." His coaching is not helping. If only he knew that he is the reason why I have the blue balls. Gawd. I don't want to look at him anymore. He's clothed, but my mind persists on his near naked image. Standing there holding a camera in front of me in just his briefs with a tenting bulge like mine. What is happening to me? He appears to alsp feel the awkward air. "Uhm, if you want you can place your... uhm... manhood at a six-o-clock position. So, it won't be too uhm, obvious?" I turn my back on him and comply. I insert my hand inside the cycling shorts. My cock is hot and hard and throbbing. I push it facing down with difficulty. Took a deep breath and face him again. "Better, I'll take quick shots so that we can end your misery," he says jokingly as he proceeds to take twenty more shots of me. He instructs me to dress up after the last shot. I bolt to his bathroom to dress up quickly back to my casual clothes. My cock is still hard and straining against my jeans. I'm still hot and sweating. I feel like jacking off really fast inside the room, but I don't want to disrespect Jace's place. "I'll edit this and call you when I'm done creating your PR materials, so we can negotiate on how I can improve it based on your ideas," he discusses as soon as I got our of the room. "Uh, Ah yeah," I stutter, "j-just take your time buddy." "I like to hang out with you more," he says then looks at my crotch, "but I really think you've got a bigger problem down there." "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that, dude. I really look scandalous," I apologize. My face turns crimson red, "I hope this doesn't upset you. I feel so embarrassed." He laughs, "don't worry buddy. We're young men. I get that all the time too. But you've got to release it man." I can't take the jerk-off talk any longer, "yeah. I'm really sorry, I gotta go now, Bye!" —————————————————————————— I slam the door of my rented apartment unit as soon as I got home. My cock stayed hard the whole time I sprinted to my place. My body feels so hot. I decide to take my shirt off. I face the full length mirror. I loot at myself. Unkept jet black hair. Gray eyes. My upper body is packed with muscles. Hard, plump pecs. Ripped six pack abs. Huge arms. My torso is smooth and hairless. Because of my excited walkathon heading home from Jace's place, my body glistened in sweat. I kick my shoes off then I hurriedly pull down my jeans and set them aside. I stand with only my white ankle socks and gray bikini briefs. I have always liked wearing skimpy briefs as underwear. First, I feel comfortably supported by the tightness of the undergarment. Second, my lady partners say that I look hellishly sexy in them. Now that I am looking at my reflection, I do look and feel sexier in them. My mind thinks, I wonder if Jace's brief is this type. I recall the red brief that was in the middle of the thighs of Jace while he was jackin of earlier. I imagine him standing before me like me, sweaty and bothered in just his undies. What is happening to me?! I'm no queer! But these images of Jace are making me hot! I look at the very obvious bulge straining in my briefs. It can barely contain the seven inch of meat inside. But my manhood is puny compared to Jace's 10 incher. The front of my briefs is already soaked and wet from all the clear sticky juice from my cock that has been continually flowing since during my photoshoot earlier. I even have some of the clear liquid seeping out of my briefs into my thighs. I move my right hand to my aching bulge. But as soon as I touch and grab my meat it starts spewing cum into my briefs and my palms. I cum too much that some drops out of my hand and down to the floor. The explosion is so intense that my right knee just falls to the floor. I breath heavily and irregularly. Fuck, this is not good. —————————————————————————— I spray my juice all over Kathleen. After our fucking session, I immediately get my clothes from the floor and dress up. She sits up and grins, "wow Johnny boy, you're so pumped! You were a fucking machine today!" I sigh. Little does she know that while my eyes were closed when I was fucking her minutes ago, I still can't stop thinking about Jace. His face sexually contorted with pleasure while masturbating. His lean, smooth body. His smile. His huge dong. Even after two days since we last met, I still think about him. Beat off to his image. Since then I've hooked up with three girls. I still get turned on by women. But somehow somewhere within the sex the thought of Jace pops up in my mind. Women still satisfy me. But I am overwhelmed by this new hunger. God, I have to do something about this. "Thank K, I gotta go," I say nonchalantly as I go out of her place. I receive a text a few seconds after I got out, "Johnny, your PR mats are ready. Can you come to my place now so we can finalize them?" I know I just came a few seconds ago. But boy my cock goes hard again at the thought that I'll be seeing Jace again. —————————————————————————— Jace opens the door seconds after I knock. He's wearing a plain white thin cotton t-shirt and baggy pants. Seeing him again makes me more sexually tensed. Eros of the Forbidden "Hey Johnny you're here," he greeted, "sorry if I disrupted you today. I'm just excited to show you my work. So, you know at least that's one thing off my list." I scratch the back of my head, "no worries. I'm not that busy anyway." So he lets me in. He gets his laptop and shows me his finished draft. "Wow, Jace, you're so good! This is great!" I commend him. Seeing his work took my mind off the sexual tension. The editing of the pictures and the banner signs he made are clean and very appealing. Suddenly, I feel my odds of winning the election increased. "Just tell me if you need anything changed," he says. "Are you kidding? This is brilliant! You gave me more than I wanted," I exclaim, "this is too much for a free service. How can I repay you?" He laughs, "I told you before, I'm going to need your help later for the project." He starts emailing the files to me. "I'll treat you to dinner," I offer. Then I hear thunder. Suddenly, rain pours hard outside. So, much for planning dinner. "Aw, it rained," he mutters. "I'll just order pizza and have it delivered," I suggest. —————————————————————————— While having pizza at his place, we talk about a lot of things, like why I ended up running for school student council and some general classes teachers we had in common. He also asks me about my plans if I win the election. He also suggests some things he thinks must be changed in the university. He gives pretty good insights. I ask more things about him. "So, Jace uhm... Do you have a girlfriend?" I inquire tentatively. "Well, I used to have a steady one for six months when I was a sophomore, but dating took too much of my time from study already. I can't afford to lose my scholarship you know." "Oh, so you're a scholar?" "Yeah, I come from a poor family, so I had to study really hard and excel in school so I can get scholarships," he explains, "I really want to graduate, get a descent job and pay for all my family's debts. I also have to take quick side jobs in graphic design so I can earn more and help provide for my family." "Wow, that's just wonderful. I mean, I admire you. Sorry, I'm taking time out for you to seek extra income." "No, it's fine," he reassures, "I know we had a bad start because of your one-time tardiness, but you seem to be a really cool guy you know. People in school really look up to you. You don't seem to be a dumb jock or a harmful frat boy, like those guys who have the same stature as yours in school." I blush, "wow, thanks. I may be a bit bossy, I get that from being a team captain. But I try my best not to be mean." "That's good. Girls adore you!" he says, "for sure you have a girlfriend or dating someone or banging a lot of chicks?" I laugh nervously, "well, not to brag, but I've had my share of nice college girls. I've had a few girlfriends. And I'm not exactly chaste nor extremely promiscuous. I have had a pretty good love and sex life. But I have none at the moment." He sighs, "well, going back to your question if I have a girlfriend, another reason why I don't have one is that I'm really shy approaching women. I wish I had your looks and your body so I can be more confident in hitting on women." I shake my head, "what? You don't look bad at all! And I really think your talent and your kind nature is attractive." And I mean that. I had been so preoccupied with the sexual disturbance that Jace has been giving me since I saw him naked that day, and it has been almost impossible for me to focus on any social interaction I have with him. But now that I am getting to know more about him, I feel more drawn to him. He seems to be an insightful, kind and determined guy. He's too humble too. How can he think less of his looks? I think he's kind of cute in a messy kind of way. "You're just saying that," he retorts. "Nah. It's true. Honestly, I think I want to be your friend," I admit. His eyes widen, "wow. That's the first time someone actually straightforwardly asked to be my friend in college." "What? Why is that?" I react in disbelief. "Well, like I said, I'm no sports hero like you. I've no physical activity other than running, occasional swims and calisthenics which I do here in the unit. I don't have good looks like you. I have no people to continuously socially interact with. I'm not the first person you'd consider in your clique if you want to look cool. I'm an average guy in the arts department, which is dominated by artistic people who prefer to be introverts. So, I had no choice to be an introvert myself as well." "Well, you're no sports hero but you're definitely a hero to me," I declare firmly, "you have good values and creative skills. And I want to be your friend." He laughs, "whatever you say boss. But thanks. That means a lot. At least I can claim I befriended a potential homecoming king before I graduate." "You're a catch, Jace. I mean it." I mindlessly change the topic, "so if there's no girl, how do you get by?" He grins naughtily, "well my hands aren't just made to make fine art, but to perform rough activities with my ding dong." He then laughs loudly. I swallow. My loins overwhelm me. Me and my subliminal questions. We were interrupted by thunder. The rain pours harder. "You can stay for the night," he offers, "it's inconvenient and dangerous to go outside." "You sure?" "Yeah." —————————————————————————— I wake up. It's still dark but the rain has ceased. I look around. I am in Jace's place. I am lying on his sofa. I fell asleep as soon as we finished eating and chatting. I don't remember how I ended up on the sofa. Probably, I was so tired that I just retired aimlessly to a slumber as soon as I fell on something soft. I stand up and look around. I see the bed. I walk to it. Jace lies there. Sleeping soundly, wearing nothing but his red bikini briefs. He probably sleeps like that all the time. I stare at him slackjawed. There is something about his nerdy looking face. Something about his tout, lean muscles. Something about his smooth torso. Something about his pinkish nipples. Something about him laying spread eagled. Something about the ridges in his belly that make up his abdominals. Something about the hard bulge that strains the red elastic cotton fabric of his undergarment. Something about the small spot of copious clear liquid coming from it. Something about the thought that he is having a dirty dream. I have seen my male teammates, naked or at least with undies in the locker room. Some of them have movie star looks and gargantuan muscles. They have told me various sexual conquests. Yet, I have never felt this kind of stirring when I am around them. There is just something very erotic about an innocent looking guy who is seemingly harmless, who obviously takes care of his body enough to at least look a bit muscular, but chooses not to put it on display except when he is at home. There is something very erotic about a mysterious, nerdy guy who cannot even discern how sexy he can get. I feel so sexy when I wear my skimpy undies, but I feel likewise seeing such sexy undergarments on him. This fucking sexual attraction I have with Jace is driving me nuts. My mind has not fully awaken from the short sleep I came from, so it easily surrendered to my newly discovered carnal desire. I kneel beside his bed. The urge to touch him is just undeniable. I raise my hand above his body. I am nervous and tentative. I continue hoping he will not be roused After a few seconds of reluctance, my palm finally rests on Jace's right chest. I gasp lightly as I feel his hot skin, moist with sweat. Then my hand travels to his nipple. My fingers instinctively play with it. I do this while my gaze alternates from his peacefully sleeping face and his body. My hands go down to his abdomen. To my surprise, I find that his belly is really hard and his muscles are prominent. I am now walking on prohibited course. My mind almost completely slips off any reluctance for me to act on these new found desires I have for a man. This longing I have for Jace. My face moves closer to his chest. I place my mouth over his nipple. My tongue flicks over it. The heat I feel in my lips heightens my hunger. I then completely suck on his nips. The hot, slimy and salty flesh sends me to a sexual overdrive. My own manhood painfully yet erotically straining within the confines of my own briefs inside my pants. Fuck, fuck, fuck, my mind keeps replying. But I continue molesting the slab of a man lying before me. My hand moves from his ripped abs down to his crotch. I palm rests above his bulge. I feel the hardness of his cock inside his briefs. I also feel the copious wetness at the tip of his manhood. "Fuck," I mumble aloud as my mouth lifts from his nipple. His cock feels so hot in my hand. Somewhere deep inside me can't wait to act on my recent growing obsession with his hot rod since I saw it a few days ago. "God, Jace, you are... you're making me," I mutter to myself as my face shifts closer to the bulge. I bring my nose to the bulge. My cheeks feels the heat from the trapped monster. I breath in the musky smell. I breath out with my mouth. Later, I find my mouth opening and taking in the red bulge. My tongue flicks and dampens the cotton-covered cock. I continue feeding my hunger, but it only increases it. I want to do more. After over five minutes of tonguing Jace's briefed bulge, I pull the front waistband down. The monster springs free with a flop. It hits my cheeks. I shiver. I hold the long cock in my hand and stroke it three times. More clear juice comes out of the opening. "Gawd, this is so hot... So hard..." I moan. Then I let my cheeks rub against his erected flesh. As my face continues to snuggle with Jace's manhood, the straight sector of my brain keeps screaming about how queer I must look like while I am snogging with his cock, how I have just crossed the line away from my heterosexuality, how I am becoming less of the virile macho ladies man that I have always been, and how my life can be destroyed if I completely surrender to these unusual earthly desires with another man. But to urge to suck him is just too strong. I open my mouth and hover it above the cockhead. Just before my lips envelope on the straining flesh, I am interrupted. "JOHNNY?!" Jace bellows with a hoarse voice. I immediately sit up and away, and look at Jace's face. His eyes big, his face read and his expression shocked. I have been caught red handed. I quickly stood up, trembling, "I- I'm sorry Jace, I'm so sorry! I just—— I'm going to leave now. I'm sorry." He remains speechless and slackjawed looking at me. I drink the sight of his sweaty tight body, his partially free, standing cock and his cute but confused face before I grab my things and rush to go out of the unit. —————————————————————————— "CHEERS TO VICTORY!" "CHEERS!" Clinks of glasses resounds in the hall. Everyone sips their wine, including me. I won the elections. Together with me in the bar are my supporters to celebrate my victory, together with other student leaders who also were declared winner. Club music fill the space, and everyone gleefully dances in abandon. From time to time, I engage in congratulatory hand shakes and small thank-you chats with people. After two straight hours of socializing, I decide to retire for a few moments. I step out of the bar to get some air. I sigh deeply. I still cannot get my head around the fact that I won. I mean, I should be happy now. But somehow, I still feel a bit down. Three girls follow me out and gang up on me. I recognize them as rookies from the volleyball team. "Hey, Johnny! Why're you outside?" one of them asks with a high pitched voice, "this party is for you, you better enjoy it." I scratch my head and smile, "oh, I'll return inside soon. I just want to shake my head out here. Everything's just surreal. I can't believe I won." The second girl sways and places her finger on my chest, "I never doubted that you'd win Johnny, you're like the crowd favorite. We need hot guys like you in the student council." I blush, "thanks. Thanks for that." The third girl comes near my ear and whispers, "hey after this party, why don't we further celebrate at my place? You definitely need some winner treatment from the three of us after that exhausting campaign period." Months ago, my answer to these orgy invites would be a yes. I mean, these ladies are hot and young. I'm sure if they invited me before, I'll leave the party in a heartbeat to get in their pants. "That's hot, but I might not be able to keep up with any action later tonight. I'm really tired," I reply honestly, "but in another day, we'll see." "Aww," she responds, disappointed, "well, see you inside later. Just find us if you change your mind." Then they all walk back inside the club. I sigh again. "Well, that was a waste," I heard someone say. I turn around and saw Jace standing behind me. A surge of tense feelings rush into me. I open my mouth and a soft, "hey" comes out. He smiles, "hey." It has been over three weeks since I last saw him or talked to him. After my attempted sexual harrassment and escape, I did not anymore call or text him. He also did not try to reach me in anyway. It's a good thing I had the graphics files emailed to me so I still had campaign materials. The weeks of campaigning and self-marketing helped in diverting me from this personal concern I had with Jace. But from time to time the thought of Jace always returned to me. His body that I lusted for. His smile that made me melt. His kind demeanor and aspirations that I admire. I was also worried if he'd tell people about what happened between us. It would have costed my slot in the leadership slate. But luckily, there was no word about it. Every night before I slept within the last three weeks, I discerned what my sexuality was. I opened up myself to the fact that probably, I may not be as straight as I was before. But I can't consider myself completely gay. I thought about handsome guys in school and googled images of men in erotic poses, but I was never aroused. However, everytime I would close my eyes and think about Jace, my cock automatically twitches. The urge to masturbate always floods me just with the mere recall of his tight body in briefs, and the cock I almost sucked. Seeing him now, after all those time, elicits both discomfort and relief. "I heard a party will be thrown for the winners here," he says, "so, I decided to come by to congratulate you." He extends his right arm to me. Trembling, my hand shakes his, "thanks Jace. I owe a lot to you. Your works are amazing." "I was happy I could help." I look down on my feet, "I thought I'd never see you again." "Well, I told you I don't have much friends. So, I am not giving up on the only one who wants to be my friend." I look back at his face. His shy smile never fails to overwhelm me, "I'm really sorry about what happened. I may have been a sexual mess lately, but I really genuinely want to be your friend." "Anyways, you really have to see me sooner or later. You remember our deal?" I nod, "yeah." "My professor already gave details about the project. I want to work on it as soon as possible. Are you available tomorrow afternoon?" "Yeah, yeah," I answer, a little too eagerly, "I'll make myself available. I'll excuse myself from volleyball practice." "Great. See you at 5pm?" "5pm is perfect." "See you then." He turns his back. But before he starts walking, he turns back to me. He looks around as if checking for people. We are at the dark area at the back of the bar, no one else is present. He pulls me to him and seals my lips with a kiss. My eyes widen in surprise. But I respond to his kiss as ardently as I can. He pulls away. "Well, that wasn't so bad." I remain motionless in shock, my body tense with overwhelming feelings I have never felt before. All my confidence as a sports jock seems to have faded with that nerve-wracking kiss. He taps my arm with a suggestive grin on his face, "see you tomorrow, Johnny boy." Then he walks away. —————————————————————————— The door opens and I see Jace inside, holding a camera, "on time. Come in." I take a breath and walk in. The faces the pictorial set up which is almost done when I got in. I speak out, "can we talk about the kiss?" He faces me and smiles. I stammer, unable to maintain eye contact, "I-I just want to know what it means. Because for some reason I have been so crazy thinking about you since I first met you here and the kiss is just making me even more confused." He walks to me and says, "eros in the forbidden." "What?!" "Eros in the forbidden. That's the theme of my project." "Oh." "So, that means, if it's okay with you that you will be my subject," he pauses and looks at me firmly, "I have to make you look... erotic... and forbidden..." I swallow. I bite my lip. A rush of sexual energy floods my insides upon hearing his plan. He looks at me seriously, "so Johnny, how do you think can we make you look more erotic?." I decide to play along. I stare at him intensely, "my girls can't resist me when I start stripping to my briefs. I feel extra sexy when they drink the sight of my body, when they grope my muscles. When they play with my bulge before they start riding on my cock." He grins, "you think that'll work on me? Do you think that'll turn me on?" "I don't know, but I want to try," I tell him, "I want to turn you on." "Okay. Can you do that in front of the camera?" "Sure. But I want to wear your briefs. The red one." "It's soiled." I touch his shoulders, "then that's better. Go get it." He taps my cheek, "alright." He walks to the laundry bin and finds my favorite red bikini briefs of his. He hands it to me. I bring it close to my nose and sniff on it. He looks at me with hunger in his eyes. His face is sweating now. "Alright Johnny boy, in front of the camera please." I walk to the studio set up, while he stands in front of me with a camera in his hand, a a straining bulge in his pants. I pull up my shirt. I caress my body, my large chest and arms. I slide my palms above my abdominals. I maintain my eye contact with my photographer as I make my sensual moves. He takes photos from different angles while licking his lips and adjusting his crotch. I remove my shoes. I turn my back to him and push down my pants and undies slowly. I bend down and show him my muscular ass. I have never done anything this slutty in my entire life. But for sure, Jace must be crazy with lust seeing his sportsman macho friend go all the way to seduce him. I get Jace's red briefs and pull them on. Since his size is smaller than mine, the brief was too tight for me, making me feel more erotic. I tug my hard dripping cock and place it inside the pouch. I face him. "Fuck Johnny, fuck," Jace mumbles as he gazes at my hemoerotic state. He continues clicking while I make various poses. I continue touching my self, grabbing every hard muscle in my body. My precum flows continuously inside the briefs making it more damp and almost see through. My face contorts with the pleasure of seduction. I have never experienced this kind of eroticism with any women I've claimed before. "Like what you're seeing Jace?" I ask him as I do some flexing poses. He swallows ans stammers, "y-yes." I walk to him. I take his arm. He flinches at my touch. "Does your camera have an auto continuous clicker?" He nods, "yeah?" "Put it on the tripod and just let it shoot continuously," I instruct, "I've got more ideas for your eros of the forbidden." He does what he is told and leaves the camera on on top of his tripod. I make him stand in front of me. We are face to face, with our sides in the view of the camera. I take his left hand and place it on top of my crotch. I moan at his touch. Eros of the Forbidden "Fuck, Johnny, shit this is... You are... FUCK!" he mutters tensely. He grabs my bulge. I lock his hand over my bulge with my two hands. I grind into his palm. I feel him shudder. "I want to open my forbidden package," I tell him, then I release his hand. I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it off of him. His tight upper body is already sweating. Jace extends his hands places them on my chest and kneads them. He touches my hard belly and my arms next. "Ah! Jace! Yes, feel my muscles, they're all hard for you, ah!" I moan. I kneel down. I slowly pull his pants down. He kicks it off, revealing a tight navy blue bikini brief with the same cut as I am wearing. His ten incher is already straining inside, soaked with copious clear liquid. I touch his bulge. I go near it and sniff it. "Johnny, fuck, oh my gawd," Jace exclaims as he pushes my head further to his crotch. I stand up and say, "can I have another kiss now?" Jace surrenders by slightly opening his mouth. My lips seal his in a kiss. Our tongues dart in each other's mouth. Our arms pull each other in a tight embrace. Our hands going around each other's backs and arms. After a minute, he pulls away, "how did we get to this point? We barely had any relationship until a month ago. And now here we are, our cocks grinding at each other." He grabs my ass and presses me further to his crotch. I do the same to him. "You should know Jace, I've never been gay, but when I saw you masturbating before our first photoshoot, I can't stop thinking about you, and your body. Fuck, I wanted to do this for the longest time. You have no idea." "Wait, you were watching me?" "Well, I came a bit earlier that our agreed time. I kinda peeped on you, sorry." "Okay. But why me? I am hardly a stud like your teammates are." I smile at him sweetly, "I'm still figuring that out Jace. But you just have an effect on me. Like no other man or girl has." "Well just so you know, I've never though myself as gay either. I jack-off to straight porn and I fucked my girlfriend a couple of times. Up until that night you touched me in ways I've never been touched before. Gawd, that moment continues to haunt me. I started masturbating while thinking what could have happened if you didn't walk away. I went back to your pictures. I saw your triathlete photos with a bulge, and darn it, I started longing to feel the real thing. I'm still not sure what I am, but fuck Johnny, I want to do this with you and see where it leads us." "Okay, so can you let me finish what I started?" I ask kneeling. I ease down the waistband of his briefs slowly down to his knees to claim my prize. I immediately suck on his cock as soon as it went free. At first I am tentative, however the longer I keep his manhood inside my mouth the desire to get as much in as I can heightens. I can feel his head at the back of my throat as my face meets his pubes. Jace is trashing and swearing while I service him, "fuck, a hot stud is sucking my cock. Fuck this is just so hot. My gawd, Johnny I'm cumming." I don't stop sucking. His moaning and trashing got more intense. I feel the muscle inside my mouth tense then it spews copious amounts of hot liquid into my throat. I cannot contain the volume of semen inside my mouth and some of the white fluid flows out of my mouth, my neck and the chest. Fuck, it feels fantastic. He pulls me up. He leans and kisses me again, tasting his cum in my mouth. "Gawd Johnny, that was amazing dude," he mutters, "let's go to the bed, I wanna do what you did to me." He pulls up his brief, now stained with some of his cum. He brings me to the bed and asks me to lay in it. He places his hands on my chest and kneads it. He spreads out his cum all over my torso. He touches my abs, my arms. Our bodies are slick and shiny with sweat. "Shit, Johnny. You're a fucking hot muscle stud. My briefs look sexy on you. Any straight man can turn gay just by seeing and touching your perfect body like this." "This is all yours dude. All yours," I respond in ecstasy. He grabs my bulge. He sniffs my cock and grinds his face into it. "You're big Johnny." I laugh, "it's not as big as you are buddy, but it's a handful." He takes my cock out and tentatively licks it. "Fuck, it's so hot." Then he sucks it. I squirm on his bed. Fuck, his mouth is so tight and hot, better than any pussy. I hold his head in place as I pump my hips. Shit. He's fucking taking it all. In no time, I feel the rush building, "fuck, Jace dude. I'm coming." He takes me in deeper and sucks all the load out of me. I think a gallon of semen came out of me. Some of my white fluid gushed from the side of his lips. He swallows then speaks, "you taste nice buddy." He lays beside me and kisses me. I taste my seed, while he fondles my muscular ass. After a few minutes of rolling around the bed and kissing, I reach out for the bulge in Jace's briefs, "babe, you're hard again." He also grips on my cock, "you're still hard too." I stood up on the bend and removed my briefs completely. "I want to try something dude." I crouch and pulled his briefs to his knees. I decide not to think about it anymore. I am just going to do it and see how it feels. I bear down holding his cock. I guide the head to my hole. "FUCK JOHNNY! YOU'RE GONNA RIDE ME?!" he exclaims in disbelief. I grin at him, "well, I want to feel the eros in the forbidden." I feel his head partially enter my hole as I go down. It hurts. Like hell. "GAWD, you're so big." "You don't have to do this," Jace says. "No just give it time." I go down slowly, an inch per minute. The pain is just searing, but bearable. My ass finally meets his thighs. Then I feel something tingling inside me. Jace's cock found the spot. "FUCK, Your ass is so tight! Fuck," Jace moans. I bounce up and down. My pace was awkward at first because of the pain. But when Jace's cock repeatedly hits the spot, my head lays back and I surrender to the surge of pleasure. "Fuck Jace, your cock, it feels so good in my ass, oh my gawd!" I almost scream as I pump overdrive above him. His hips try to sync with my ass. My cock is painfully hard, spewing precum all over his abs. I touch Jace's chest and pinch his nipples while I continue riding him. He extends his arms around my back and pulls me into him. Our lips meet for a kiss. He whispers, "Johnny, this is fucking unbelievable." He then pushes me around without removing his cock out of my hole. This time I am under him. He carries my huge legs like they were paper and hangs it on his shoulder. He then fucks me in wild abandon. The feeling of pain and pleasure overwhelms me. I grab my dick and jack off furiously, "fuck Jace, I'm gonna cum." "Me too," he responds, "where do you want me to unload it." "Inside me, fucking shoot it all inside me babe," I carelessly answer. "Here I come!" his thrusts go full throttle until I feel his hot seed fills my ass walls. After a few seconds, my load blows off all over my body, hitting my chest and face. Fuck, I never came like this before. Jace falls down on top of me, squishing all my sperm in between our bodies. I hold his head and kiss him. I stare intensely at his eyes, "hey you may think this is weird. 'Cause I think this is weird. But what the heck, I'll say it anyway." "What?" he asks. "I think I fucking love you Jace," I tell him sweetly His eyes widen, while remaining speechless. "I thought about this, probably it's just premature infatuation or anything. But I don't know how else to describe this. I mean I don't expect you too feel the same way, I just wanted to say. I hope we're still friends after this, and I——" "— I fucking love you too Johnny boy," he cuts me. "No shit?" "Well, like you I'm not sure. It's just the right thing to say in this moment. We'll see where this'll lead us." I sigh and I kiss him again, "that fuck was just incredible, babe." "I know," he says laughing, "I'm excited to see how the pictures turn out." "Oh, you're gonna get an A for sure." Then I kiss him once more.