[ESS-01] After the Auction

 

AFTER THE AUCTION

I can hear the loud thumping of the music from my place at the back stage. My heart beats as loudly and as fast as the drums in the track.

The Psi Omega Zeta fraternity regularly joins the annual Sexy Charity Auction organized by an NGO. Once a year, five women and five men are auctioned to rich men and women. Eighty percent of the proceeds of the auction will be donated to charitable and humanitarian programs.

Rich women and men are in the hall to participate in the special occasion. The highest bidder will win a three-day two-night date with the auctioned lady or hunk.

I am one of the members that are up for auction today. Together with me in the dressing room are four other frat brothers who are also going to be auctioned for a date. All of us are wearing black square trunks. Our torsos are oiled up to highlight our muscular bodies.

I feel nervous, not because I am going to be presenting myself nearly naked in public-- I have competed in bodybuilding and fitness modeling competitions so that's not the problem. I'm just horrified of the thought of being sold for a price and going to a date with a stranger.

But this is something that all members of the fraternity go through. And it is for a good cause, so this should not be so bad.

I stare at my reflection at the large mirror on the wall of the dressing room. I have brown, wavy hair, brown and deep-set eyes, chiseled jaw, prominent cheek bones and full lips. I have graduated from my teenage pimply phase years ago, so I now have a clear face. I have a milky complexion, smooth skin that covers my developed muscles.

"Damn, Cody. You're fucking ripped," one of my brothers tells me.

I flex my right biceps, "yeah. My schedule at the university has a lot of long breaks. So, I get to pump iron more often. And I'm competing next month."

He nodded, "yeah. It's good you're going to be auctioned last. It's going to be embarrassing to go after you."

I scratch my head, "ugh. This whole thing is embarrassing."

He shrugs, "well, we need to this for the bros. I just wish a hot rich cougar is going to get me tonight."

Then another brother chimes in our conversation, "I just wish that there's no dirty old fag out there. Ugh."

I swallow. In my twenty years of life, I've not had gay friends. Even in the community I grew up, I knew no gay folks. I also feel uncomfortable getting compliments and indecent proposals from gay strangers. Call me homophobic, but I am just not comfortable with them. So, I do not know how I will react if a man takes me home tonight.

Shortly after, the bidding for the auctioned women from our partner sorority finishes. And one by one, my brothers are called to the stage. Each bidding finishes every after fifteen to twenty minutes.

Two of them has been auctioned to women. The other two-- both frustrated-- to men. The odds are not making me hopeful.

Finally, I am called. I try to look calm even if I am nervous. I do not want to embarrass myself tonight. I hear clapping as a walk out the stage and stand in the middle in front of a mic stand and the female host in a gown.

I scope the audience. All of them are wearing formal clothes. They all look rich. I can say that the group is fairly distributed according to gender. I refuse to look at their eyes.

"So, our last but definitely not the least hunk for auction is... CODY!" the host announces, "Cody is a 25-year-old, fourth year mechanical engineering student. He has joined and became a runner up on various fitness competitions-- and I don't doubt that! Look at this handsome face and chiseled body! I can't tell if he's a man or a greek statue!"

The audience claps again.

The host turns to me, "so, Cody, tell us something about yourself?"

I speak to the microphone and respond using the lines I rehearsed, "well, I am a chill type of guy. I'm very serious about my fitness regimen. I like girls who are into fitness too. And I really wanna be a successful engineer someday, so I can be as rich as those who are clothed in this hall right now."

The audience laughs at my lazy attempt at joking.

"So tell me Cody, tell me about your ideal date?" the host asks me.

"Oh definitely the sea," I answer immediately, "watching sunsets, walking on the sand, dive and see the underwater wildlife, drinking wine while facing the water. I think that's romantic and sexy."

She then faces the bidders, "there you have it. So, if you do become the lucky generous person who gets him tonight, you know where to take him during your date this coming weekend. And remember, that your bidding will go to the San Luis Home for Orphans with Disability and other affiliate NGOs. Okay, let's start our bidding at 1,000 dollars!"

One woman, wearing a rainbow mask, raises her number.

"Do we hear two thousand?"

Another woman raises a number.

"We have two thousand anybody-- okay we have three-- okay four thousand-- okay five-- six!"

My heart races as my eyes move around the owners of the numbers being raised. I see some men bidding in. I begin to sweat.

Come on ladies... bid for me... bid for me... I plead loudly in my brain.

Then out of the blue, after the 10,000 bidder, a baritone voice booms from the back of the hall, "FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS."

I gasp. I look at the number raised: 657. He is wearing a shiny royal blue mask. Holding it is a middle aged man in black suit and pants. Everyone else in the hall turns to the man, surprised at the large number he bid.

The host gets out of her shock and speaks. "Wow! Fifty thousand dollars. That's the biggest we had yet for the night. Anyone else? Going once--"

A woman shouts, "fifty five thousand--"

"--Seventy thousand dollars!"  the same man bellows.

The host intervenes, "wow. That's really-- high-- okay. Uhm... We're now on seventy thousand... whew! I'm sweating! This is just-- wow! Okay going once! Twice! And number 657 get's the bid. Gosh guys! Can you believe it, we are going to donate a total of over a hundred thousand dollars for charity from our very first bidder? Let's give a round of applause for your kind generosity!"

The audience claps as they look at the dapper man holding 657 with disbelief. I feel my heart thumping louder. I see him looking at me intensely in the eyes.

I'm going on a date with a man. For the first time in my life. I am panicking.

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I'm sitting on a bench while fidgeting uncontrollably in a terminal by the pier where the private yachts are found.

Here I am, about to offer myself to a man who paid seventy thousand dollars just to have a date with me. I don't know what to do in the next three days that I am going to be stuck with him.

Even though the rules of the date-a-hunk auction includes the prohibition of the winning bidder to advance themself sexually on their dates, I fear that the amount that was paid for me would make it harder for me to say no, just in case he tries to do something intimate with me.

I have heard of stories from my older frat brothers, most of them had been touched and groped by the gay bidders. Some of them also were too helpless when the gay bidders asked to suck their cock. There was a story where one frat bro punched his bidder. He was removed from the fraternity and was put to jail.

I bury my face in my palms, "ugh. Why did I get here?!"

I don't regret getting into this brotherhood. It's highly esteemed in the university and the region. And most of the alumni members are successful people that can help younger members get ahead. This is just one weird initiation that members have to go through. So, I just have to soldier through this weekend and I will be in good standing in the fraternity.

Shortly after, an expensive blue BMW stops in front of me. The uniformed driver comes out then opens the passenger door. Then shiny royal blue 657 bidder comes out.

Unlike the other men and women auctioned during that night, I was not able to meet my bidder after the program. I was told that he left soon after my bidding ended and he wired the money. From my spot at the stage, I could not really see him in details-- the mask he wore did not help. I did not even get his name.

So, this is the first time that I am seeing him.

I was correct in estimating that he is a middle-aged man. But other than that, my expectations about the appearance of my bidder are not met by the one I am seeing coming out of this luxury vehicle.

While waiting for this day, I built in my mind an image of the male bidder. I imagined an old, white haired guy. I expected someone who was not good looking, or someone who wore make up. I anticipated someone who wore flashy, colorful clothes and acted flamboyant.  My own homophobia is really showing.

So, I'm surprised to see that the tall man coming out of the car looks very handsome. His black hair has well distributed streaks of gray hair. He has black eyes, thin lips, flawless face and a tan complexion. He wears brown khaki pants and a white buttoned cotton shirt that hugged his body tight. By the looks of it, he works out too. I can easily tell he packed muscles in the way his chest and arms strains against the fabric. His stature exudes success and commands respect. Nothing about this man is consistent with my mental image.

He turns to me and smiles. "Hello Cody, good morning!"

"G-good morning." I don't know why I stuttered.

He walks to me and shakes my hand, "I'm Aaron Randell. Cody Smith, right?"

I nod my head, "yeah. Yes I am."

He wet his lips, "you look so much better in person."

I swallow. I am not used to getting that type of compliment from other guys that way. "Uhhh... Thanks."

Then awkward silence comes. He just stares at me. Then he bites his lip.

This makes me both scared and uncomfortable.

He sighs and says, “well? Let’s go? I have a whole weekend planned for us.” He turns and walks towards the boats.

I carry my luggage and follow him.

We go inside the yacht. The boat starts sailing a few minutes after we got in.

My discomfort wanes a bit while a wonder at the interiors of the luxury fast-speed yacht. I am not surprised though. This guy just squandered almost a hundred thousand dollars to have this date with me. This boat may just be a toy to this man.

Aaron finds me by the bar. He is carrying to wine goblets with dark red fluid inside. “You said that your ideal date was on a deserted resort island, so... that’s where I’m taking you.”

”I didn’t specify it as ‘deserted’,” I reply without thinking.

He offers me one of the two glasses, “welcome drink?”

My eyes widen. I become paranoid that he might have put something in the drink that will drug me or put me to sleep.

“Uh. No. Thanks Aaron. I don’t drink when I’m riding a boat,” I lie, “it makes me feel dizzier."

His forehead crumples, “hmm... You seem uncomfortable... What’s troubling you?’

I can't find the best words to answer this man who bought me for this date.

He looks at me intently, “honestly? Do you have a problem?”

I reply, “I know... I know that you paid for charity for this date... with me... and I know I am compelled to humor you... or be intimate with you... But I just want you to know... I am straight. And I'm honestly not comfortable with guys hitting on me. I just participated in that auction because of the pressure from my fraternity... I can’t describe how I feel right now. I don’t want to do anything gay with you, but I don’t wanna be unfair to you as well.”

He does not answer immediately. A smile forms in his mouth, “I like your honesty. But yes, sure. Don’t worry, I know what I got myself into. We are auctioning for dates, not for prostitutes. Don’t worry Cody. I won’t do anything to you without your consent.”

I feel like a huge thorn in my chest has been pulled out after he says that. “I— thank you so much.”

”Just relax. Be chill. That’s what you said on stage right?” Aaron reminds me. Then he offers me the goblet again, “that’s just wine. I didn’t put anything in that. I really really like you, Cody. I am not going to do anything bad to you.”

The sincerity in his voice relieves me, “thank you.” I take the glass.

He raises his, “cheers.”

“Cheers.” I clink my glass with his and drink. I am not sure about how expensive wine tastes, but I am pretty sure, this one is.

We sit on the high stools of the bar facing each other. Some of the wind from the outside enters into the space of the bar and blow on us. For ten minutes, my eyes wandered around the room. Whenever my gaze gets to him, I catch him staring at me.

I know how I look when I stare at a woman that I like. I can see he looks at me like that too. But I feel more shy than threatened.

Ten minutes of silence pass and Aaron finally talks, “let me guess. You’re a guy who’s not into small talk. You like social functions and parties— you behave well in large groups, but you dislike serious conversations in private settings. You want things chill and light, because you don’t want to get into deeper discussions about things. You’d rather go to the gym, lift weights, and do chores on your own. You’re only preference for intimacy is with a woman you’d like to be in a romantic or sexual relationship. And maybe you’re still afraid of commitment. And awkward situations like this freak you out.”

I choke. He did describe me correctly— too correctly.

I stutter, “w-what makes you say that?”

“I own a large PR firm, Cody. In my many, many years of practice, I’ve known how to read people... sizing them up, even from a mile away,” he replies confidently, “I have to know who to trust.”

“So, I guess, you won’t trust someone like me?” I inquire out of curiosity.

He shrugs, “well, I’m not looking forward to anything with you after this weekend, especially that you made it clear that I won’t have a shot at intimacy with you. So, probably trust is out of the picture.”

I nod and sip on my goblet. He has a point.

He continues talking, “but can I ask you one— no— two big favors from you? I mean, I don’t mean to rub this in, I did cash out a lot for me to have you here.”

I raise my eyebrow, “what?”

”Well, first— since I won’t be getting intimate or sexual with you for this date, can you just allow me to ogle at you?” he mutters naughtily.

I nod in agreement. “Okay. I think that’s fair. What’s the other one?” I just have to learn how to not feel so uncomfortable when he stares at me.

Aaron leans forward, “you know, I am just like you. I’m usually a reserved person. But can you treat this date of ours as an escape? From your usual self? Can you be more open with me? I want us to have conversations about things that we don’t usually talk about with our colleagues or peers. I just want a handsome stranger who I can listen to, and also listen to me? Let’s chill— as you said— but let’s chill with sense. And then when we go back to our lives after this date, we can forget about everything. But at least we had an escape.”

I don't know whether if it is his sultry baritone voice or the depth of what he is saying, but his proposal sounds so enticing to me. Yeah. Maybe I need that. An escape. Where I can talk about things to a stranger and not be judged.

I beam at him, “okay. Deal.”

——————————————————————————

“Oh god. I should have said no on the ogling deal!”

I am inside bathroom. I decide to freshen up before Aaron and I hang out at the beach.

I stare at the blue speedo in my hand and recall what he said when he handed it to me before I entered the bathroom.

“I want you to wear that when we go to the beach later.”

I try to stretch the lycra with my hands, “man! This is too fucking small!”

I decide to wear the trunks. I face the mirror. The suit is very skimpy. It is dangerously low waisted. The sides of the speedo is just half an inch wide. The fit is too snug too. I can see the shape of my cock through the material. The last time I wore something like this was when I joined a bodybuilding competition. But even then, I was not wearing a posing suit this revealing!

But I do look devilishly sexy in this speedo. I fill the material quite nicely. And it brings focus on the body that I worked hard to sculpt for years.

I sigh. There is nothing I can do. I will just let him see me like this. Hopefully, I do not make him too horny to rape me.

I step out of the bathroom and find that the large room is empty. Aaron is not here, just our luggages on the side. I find a paper with a note by the dresser. I pick it up and read it.

“I will be by the pool. See you there. -AARON.”

I look at myself at the mirror for one final time, and then walk to the pool. I see Aaron standing by the pool with a glass of cocktail in his hand wearing nothing but a white speedo. My jaw drops.

Aaron looks fantastic almost naked as he is when he is clothed. For his age, he has an amazingly fit body. He has broad shoulders, large arms, big square chest, six pack abs and tree-trunk thighs. All his muscles are covered in smooth, hairless, tan skin. And he has an impressive bulge in front of his white trunks.

He notices me. "Heeeeeeyyy..." He gives me another lustful stare.

I cover the front of my own speedos. I suddenly feel conscious about his ogling again.

"Shit, Cody. You look so sexy in that," he mutters heavily.

"Thanks. Uhm. You don't look so bad yourself," I manage to reply.

He laughs, "yeah. I was really addicted into fitness when I was younger and I still maintain my physique until now. Although, I'm not as competition-ready as you are."

I try to look away to change the subject, "nice place that you got us."

He nods, "yeah. This secluded island resort is so hard to book. I've been there before and I thought it'd be a perfect escape for me and you." He gets me another glass of cocktail from the table beside him and gives it to me.

I take it and sip.

He sips and stares at me as he did so.. I have seen how my frat brothers stare at girls they like to get in bet with. Aaron's stare at me was the same, if not more intense. I am pretty sure he is already raping me inside his mind. I honestly do not know how to feel or do about it. Usually, when somebody looks at me indecently and makes me uncomfortable, I usually snap or walk away. This time, I cannot do either.

I stare again at his body. Damn. I wish I look as good as him when I mature. I shake my head and try to divert my focus. For years, I have been surrounded by ripped muscular men in the gym and in competitions but their bodies never got me this interested.

A young man wearing a collared short and khaki shorts walks to us. I remember him as one of our personal assistants who helped with our lodging.

”Good days Mr. Aaron and Cody, I am Landon and I am going to be your main assistant for today. The chef asks if you have anything you desire for him to serve this lunch?”

Aaron turns to me, “do you have anything you like for lunch?”

I shrug, “I’d have anything.”

Aaron faces the assistant and says, “I’d just want oysters. Other than that, surprise me and my guest.”

Landon smiles, “alright. Just let me know if you need anything.” His look lingers at us for a little while, then leaves.

Aaron chuckles, “damn. Even Landon likes you. I made you too irrisistible in that suit. It’s really just a shame that I can’t do anything other than gaze at you.”

I swallow. I have never been seduced in such a poetic way before.

Aaron softly bites his lower lip and then reaches down on the insides of the front of his white speedo. I notice that the bulge is now a bit larger.

Then he places the finished glass on the table and says, “damn. I need to swim so I can cool off.” Then he dives into the pool and slices into the water as he made laps. His swimming form is also very impressive.

I just sit there and watch him as I continue slowly drinking my wine. Despite my near nakedness, my body remains warm despite the ocean winds that brushed past me. Maybe it’s the wine. Or maybe something else.

After a few minutes, Aaron finishes his laps and emerges out of the pool using the ladder directly in front of me. I have watched enough straight porn for me to know how women in bikinis look when they exit the water like that. But nothing prepared me for this: the water that wets his hair and trickles down his body, his pectorals rising and falling as he heaves after the exercise, his arm and lower extremities flexing as he pulls himself out of the water, the slow-motion-ish way he shakes his head to remove excess droplets, the thin layer of pit hair exposed as he raises his hands to tame his hair, the way the chlorinated water creates mini-rivers in the middle of the mounds of his abs, and the way his now-wet speedo clings to his plump buttocks and crotch, which makes the shape and the color of his cock visible.

I start to sweat cold.  This powerful and rich man is a different level of masculine sexy. I cross my legs instinctively.

Aaron smiles at me as he takes a towel and pats it on his body, “the water’s great! You don’t wanna swim?”

I smile back, nervously, “maybe later. I just wanna chill.”

He pours wine into his glass then sits on the recliner next to me, “so... Cody, tell me about your family...? Do you live with them now?”

I engage into this new topic to distract me from my confused feelings. “Well, I was born in another city and lived there until high school, before I moved closer to the university in college. My family is— middle class. My parents got decent jobs. And I have two younger brothers who are still in high school back in our place.”

”How’s university life treating you so far?” Aaron asks.

”It’s alright, I think I’m coping well with my studies. I still can squeeze in gym and fitness competitions and modeling in my schedule,” I explain.

”I heard that engineering is difficult,” he says, “it hasn’t affected your dating life?”

”Well, thankfully, I still get the time for it. And besides, my fraternity has a good reputation. So women come to us. It’s not really hard to swoon them,” I answer cockily.

He gives me a hungry gaze again, “with you looking like that, I don’t think it’s going to be hard for you to have your way with the ladies.” Then he sighs, “yeah. I remember myself. When I used to be in college. Every weekend I had a different girl under my fingertips.”

My eyes widen, “oh wait— so you’ve been straight?”

Aaron nods, “yeah. Most of my life. I only started dating men three years ago. I was married to a woman, and she passed away ten years ago because of a car accident. And I have a son, who also died of an accident four years ago.”

I cover my my mouth, "oh, I am sorry to hear about that."

He smiles, "it's okay. I'm way too over it. I had a good run as a father and a husband. So, no regrets at all."

"So, how did you know that you-- swing the other way?" I ask curiously.

"I'm pretty sure that you have experienced getting hit on by guys in the gym, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I used to not entertain them. Heck. I even punched a few gay men who were trying to flirt with me. I had a dark homophobic past," he admits, "but... I don't know. One day, I just became curious. I had a gymmate and acquaintance, a respectable person, who was gay. When he tried to ask if I'd like to try it out, I said yes and whew... I liked it. I've been hooking up with guys ever since. Haha."

"With looks and power like yours, you must be getting a lot of admirers. Why did you have to pay to date me?" I further ask.

Suddenly, our of nowhere Landon reappears and announces, "your food is ready. Where would you like us to serve it?"

"We'll just eat here," Aaron replies.

Then tray after tray of gourmet prepared foods come our way.  I remember I have not eaten a proper meal since we left for the island that morning. So, I have forgotten the last question I asked and dig into the five star food.

Aaron patiently explains to me each item that he ordered for us. He truly is a rich man with exquisite taste. We relish the food for one whole hour. I am very full.

"I know you are tired and you lack sleep because you had to wake up early for the trip. So, maybe you can rest," Aaron instructs, "I'd really like to walk the beach with you-- but maybe later. It's noon and the sun is high up. I don't want either of us getting sun burn."

I agree. I do want to rest. And take a break from being near Aaron's body. I don't want to dwell into the confusion my mind has whenever I see his body.

I retreat back to our unit. Aaron on the other hand says that he plans to go to the resort's office to sort out some stuff.

As soon as I lay on the bed, my eyes close and I drift into slumber. I don't know how long I am blank unconscious-- until Aaron comes into my dreams. In a dark place, he walks to me-- his glowing skin coating his hard muscles, wearing his wet white trunks that protrudes in front with the shape of his penis. He comes to me, touches my face and then holds my hands. He lifts my body up and carries me with one swift motion. I feel his hard body against mine as he embraces me. I stare at his emphatic eyes. Then he leans forward to kiss me.

I suddenly wake up from my sleep. I shake my head. "No. No. I can't have dreams of him. I can't think of him that way," I tell myself as my lungs heave and my skin wets itself in sweat.

As I recover from my suggestive dream, I hear grunts from the outside of the unit. I get out of bed and walk to the window where the pool can be found. I gasp at the sight.

Aaron and Landon are there: having sex.

Landon's body is bent over. His hands push on the pool-side table where we dined earlier. He still wears his uniform but his slacks are already around his ankles.

On the other hand, Aaron is behind the assistant. His white trunks are already around his knees. His cock goes in and out of the ass of the man. I look at Aaron in awe. His thrusts are strong and fast. His baritone voice growls for every time he dives into the asshole. He fucks so hard that he is now already drenched in sweat, making his swelling muscles glisten under the sun.

Landon whimpers, "ohh my god... Sir... You fuck so good... Ooooohhh!" From twenty feet away, I can see his face is contorted in pain and pleasure.

Aaron slaps his ass, "ugh damn it! Ughh! I just have to release some of this lust! UGHH! Cody just makes me hornyyy! UUUUGHH!"

Landon turns his head back. "Oooooohhhh! Cody's hot too... Why don't you have sex with him?!"

"Ugggh! I can't he's straight! I didn't want to break ugghhh his trust! UGGH!" Aaron replies in between his thrusts.

I swallow. Okay. I now I am a hot guy. I make women hot. I make men hot too. I have seen women act out their lust towards me. But this is the first time that I see a man who is this horny for me. Aaron's handsome face is contorted in lust. I have never seen anyone-- girl or guy-- to be that angrily horny because of me.

Poor Landon, I can see that he is hurt. But he looks like he is also having a good time.  His face is now red, "ooohhh god... I'm so glad that I flirted with yooouuu... Ohh you're hitting the right spot ohhh myyy goood!" He reaches for his own dick and starts beating it while he takes the rich man's cock.

Aaron would intermittently slap the pale ass of the assistant while his thrusts get faster and more forceful. He looks like a wild alpha animal as he shamelessly fucks the assistant outdoors, in broad daylight. I am both scared and-- also horny.

I reach down and handle the bulge of the front of my trunks. I am undeniably hard. This is crazy. I can't be hard at the sight of two men fucking! I am not gay!

Landon grabs his own dick and beats it. He gapes as he receives every thrust from his fucker. Then a screech escapes from his mouth, "oooohhh goood shiiit!" Then ropes of cum burst out of his cock and wet the grass underneath him.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" Aaron growls as he pulls out his dick and starts jacking it off.

My jaw drops as I finally see his penis outside the asshole. Damn. It's big! And thick! How was Landon able to take that all in?!

Aaron's body finally jerks and spurts off cum escapes from his huge dick and gives a copious showers on Landon's pale ass. His chest rises and falls rapidly. Beads of sweat roll down his muscled body.

Landon stands at turns to his fucker. "Damn. You fuck so good." Then he kisses Aaron.

Aaron kisses back, but not as passionate as the assistant. After the short kiss, he says, "maybe you should go. I want alone time while I wait for Cody."

Landon smiles, "got it."

I run back to the bed. My cock strains painfully and lustfully inside my speedos. I close my eyes. My tired mind and body immediately puts me to sleep with the worst case of blue balls.

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I wake up and peer at the clock inside the room. It's already 5pm. I spent the whole afternoon slumbering.

I get up and find that I am still alone. I notice that my crotch is wet.

"What the fuck?!" I murmur as I peep inside the front of the speedo. It's soiled in cum. I was so hard and horny before I slept that I came while I was sleeping. The last time I had a wet dream was when I was still a teenager.

I find a note by the bedside table, "I'm at the gym working out. -AARON."

I clean up and wear a shirt over my back. Then I walk to the gym of the resort. I find Aaron there. He is at the bench, still wearing his skimpy trunks. I am awed at how strongly he pumped his chest with almost 200 kilograms of weight.

After the set, he finds me and gets up, "oh hi! How was your rest?"

I nod, "it was just alright."

"Cool... Hey. Lose the shirt. How can I ogle you when you cover that hot body of yours," Aaron then winks.

I surrender and pull off my shirt. Once again, I stand in just my blue trunks.

Aaron licks his lips. "Damn, it's like I'm always seeing you for the first time. I can't stop looking at you."

I see his eyes. I know that look. I saw that earlier while he was fucking Landon in wild abandon. It makes me scared. His body is larger than mine. And he lifted those iron plates so comfortably.

I escape from the awkward situation changing the topic, "it's cool that they have a complete gym set here."

"I know right?" he agrees, "do you wanna work out?"

I shake my head, "no. I'll just do it tomorrow."

"I'm done, come with me to the sauna," Aaron invites.

I try to hide my reluctance as we enter the wet area and get in the sauna. We sit ten inches apart.

Dry heat envelopes my body. I immediately sweat profusely. I can't help but stare at the man beside me. His sweaty body glistens under the dim light. I can see the muscles that were made prominent by the recent workout. His white speedo is wet, and still has a restrained bulge in the front.

He continuous to stare at my body hungrily. I can see his bulge throb. He mutters, "god. I wish I could touch you."

I flinch. What if he tries pouncing on me and then does to me what he did to Landon?

My heart stops when he stands up. He reachers for the small pail, probably to put water onto the stones. I feel his hard brush against my shoulders.

I shudder then move away. "I told you! No touching!" I shout defensively.

Aaron turns to me, looking surprised. Then his face turns sour. "It was an accident! I was just trying to-- you know what? I've had it with you! I paid handsomely to be with you, and I agreed to all your conditions. Thousands of dollars and all I get is an eyeful of a homophobic muscle head. Now your fragile ego can't even stand an accidental skin to skin contact?! Damn, all I get from you is a disgusted look. I don't need this. First thing tomorrow, I want you off this island."

Aaron stands and walks out of the sauna.

I am left in that hot room shocked. Aaron was right. I was being an asshole. Damn. He was so commanding when he talked to me like that.

I look down on my speedo. I see that I am still erect. "Shit. Why the fuck am I still hard?!"

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I stayed in the sauna for thirty more minutes, thinking of what happened, before I return to the room. Aaron is not there.

Landon enters the room, "Sir Cody, Sir Aaron is asking what you'd want for dinner? I'll serve it to you here in the room."

"I'll have dinner later. Where is Aaron?" I ask.

"He's at the beach."

I go out of the room and walk to the swimming area of the beach. There is only a small area where people can swim, and because it's already dark it's the only part where there is lighting.

I find Aaron sitting on the sand facing the waves. I walk to him.

He sees me. "Hey."

I sit beside him, "hey. I'm sorry for how I acted-- this whole trip." And I meant it. Aside from his hungry stares, there was nothing rapey that he did to me. It really seemed that he was restricting himself.

"I might have overreacted too... Maybe I was just too sexually frustrated..." he replies, "you don't have to leave the island tomorrow if you don't want to."

"Yeah. You paid for me. I should deliver," I respond, "so I'm staying. I promise I won't be an ass anymore."

He turns to me and smiles, "you look just like him."

My forehead crumples, "huh? Who?"

"My son," Aaron answers and then narrates dreamily, "he was your age when-- when he came out to me. I was so mad at him. I didn't want him to be gay. He was my only child. I sent him away. I was angry, I didn't even talk to him for a year. Until... he had that accident. And I never got the chance to apologize to him. I was lying when I said I was a good father."

I gaze at Aaron's face. There were no tears but there was a lot of remorse.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I mumble.

"I was just like you right now to him back then. I didn't like the fact I was someone near a gay person. Shit. I was so homophobic," he continues, "when he died, I was so remorseful. To the point that I flirted back with the guys who came on to me. And liked it. And now look at me, I eventually turn gay myself, and now being rejected by a guy who I spent a fortune for. Talk about karma."

My heart sank, "I-I'm really sorry Aaron."

He turns to me, "you know I was just there at the bidding to observe. I was just being polite to the one who invited me that's why I came. But then, when you came out to the stage. I feel like, I was closest to my son than I'd ever been. You have his eyes and his body... his height. He was very masculine for a gay guy. Damn. I could imagine him so sad-- being in the closet all his youth and then when he comes out to me, I turn him away... And maybe that's why I had the urge to bid on you."

My hand slowly reaches around his neck and then I rest it on his opposite shoulder. I felt his hot, hard, shuddering body against my side.

He chuckles, "I hope I didn't weird you out. You remind me of my estranged son, but I don't have the hots for you because you look like him, okay?"

I chuckle too, "okay. I promise I won't be difficult anymore. I'm really sorry we didn't get to see the sunset together."

He smiles, "it's fine. We still had tomorrow."

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After Aaron's moment of honesty with me, our connections got better. We swam together on the beach. He told me a lot of of his success stories. I told him about my future plans. He gave me honest opinions about what I should do about my career. He really was a very wise person.

We had dinner after our swim and then continued our talks until midnight with a glass of wine. Our discussions were wholesome, but I can sense that we was still ogling at my body. But I was too used to it this time. I also allowed myself to be accustomed to seeing his strong body while sporting a semi-hard-on. I no longer immersed into my confusions why my body reacts that way around him.

At midnight, we decided to retire to the bed. We laid on the edges of the bed, as far apart as we could. Our backs were facing each other. The whole day was full and tiring. I easily got sucked into slumber.

When I wake up, I find that I am the only one in the bed. I get up and find Aaron sleeping in his gray undies in the sofa.

I wake him up, "hey."

He opens his eyes and smiles, "hey Cody, good morning!"

"Why did you sleep here?" I ask him.

He gets up and scratches his head, "I panicked. I wasn't sure if I could stop myself from touching you if I was that close. I didn't wanna do anything that would make you feel violated."

I  sigh. This guy has all the richness, power and sexual persona yet he chooses to be a gentleman around me. "Well, tonight I should be the one sleeping on the sofa. And then you take the bed. You paid for this place."

Aaron stands up, "let's just talk about it later tonight. We have a whole day for us both." Then he gets something from his bag, "but for now, I want you to wear this."

He throws me a red speedo. It is a skimpy as the blue one I have been wearing since we got there. I laugh, "you really want to make me look like a hooker."

Aaron laughs too, "well, that's the most sexual thing that I could do to you within the limits. And I tell you, it's all worth it."

I blush. How can a man be so gentlemanly and flirty at the same time? I retreat to the bathroom to change my speedo. He is right. I do look deadly in read. Maybe I should be wearing these speedos more often.

When I come out, I see that Aaron has changed to an even skimpier speedo colored silver. His perpetual hard-on can barely be kept within the elastic front pouch. He doesn't seem to be conscious of it though. Why would he be? He has a good body and a nicely shaped dick.

Since last night, I stopped beating myself up for complementing Aaron's body in my mind.

He bites his lips, "damn Cody. Damn."

I chuckle and hold his arm, "you're flattering me too much. So, what're your plans for today?"

"Eat. Swim. Walk around. And just talk to you," he replies sweetly.

And indeed this turns out a full day. We have our breakfast and then swim in the pool and the sea. We walk around the island to do some sight seeing. We continue to have meaningful conversations. I notice myself opening up more that the usual. His earnest listening and stranger status makes me more comfortable.

"I just don't know if I'll ever be good enough for my father and his side of the family, you know," I confess to him while we are wading in the saltwater, "he doesn't like my college degree, my fitness career, my school, my girlfriends, my everything."

Aaron looks at me with empathy, "well, you just have to love what you do and be good at what you love to do. I guess that's what my son did after I sent him away. I'm pretty sure he lived his freest and grandest life when he freed himself from my shackles. Just try to be the happiest and best possible person you can be and I'm pretty sure, when your family sees that, they'll understand and love you more. I just didn't have that chance with my son, but I hope you have yours."

I sigh, "thanks. This trip-- this escape is really helping me unload you know. Thank you."

"Well, I'm just happy you're having a good time," he answers and then adjusts his trunks.

I can't help but notice how his wet trunks clung tighter to his boner. I can see the shape of his cock.

"So, what do you wanna do next?" I ask.

"Oh, you can take a rest," he replies, "I'll go to Landon. He'll give me a massage."

The image of him fucking Landon returns to my mind. For some reason, I don't want that to happen again. I tell him, "I can give you the massage if you like?"

He turns to me in disbelief, "are you sure?"

"Yeah. I learned massage basics. Because I want to impress my women," I joke.

Aaron turns read, "are you sure? I thought... no touching?"

"Well, that's you touching me, not me touching you... Can you handle that?" I challenge him.

"I mean-- yeah yeah... sure I'd like that."

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My hands are shaking after I enter our room with the bottle of body oil in my hand.

Aaron is lying prone on top of the massage table. He wears his white trunks from yesterday. He is a big slab of meat.

"Are you ready?" I ask him as I get near. But it really was more a question to myself.

"Y-yeahh..." Aaron replies.

I climb on top of him, place my knees on each side of his meaty thighs. I pour a generous amount of oil on his back. Then I start kneading on his back muscles. My palms marvel at the volume and hardness of his lats. I can feel the ridges that separates each muscle. I press on the sides of his spine. I take my time on his wide back. Then I move to his arms. Man they're jacked! I slide my hands firmly on his large biceps and triceps, down to his forearms and surprisingly soft hands. I devote extra time on each upper limb.

I don't know if it's the oil or something else. But his body feels really hot. He shudders almost everytime I make a strong motion. And I too, sometimes feel electricity in my fingertips.

But I am distracted whenever I bear down, because my crotch would press against his speedo covered ass. His glutes are just freaking hard and formed! I'm sure he notices that the trunks-encased penis that I have is hard everytime it comes in contact with his butt. I hope he doesn't think it's an invitation. But man. My dick feels good rubbing against his ass, despite the hindering sheets of lycra!

I decide to get down from the table. I start massaging his thighs. Damn. This man does not skip leg day that's for sure. Not only does his thighs have mass, I can see the definition of the muscles groups too. And they're smooth and flawless, almost hairless. His legs are muscled as well. I notice that he squirms and moans more intensely whenever my hands go close to his ass.

"Uhm... I'll just pull down your speedo okay?" I ask.

"O-okay..." he agrees nervously.

I pull down the lycra and reveal his ass. Damn. It's smooth and big. I knead it with my hands. The buns are really muscle-bound and hard. No wonder it looks perky and big even when enclosed with clothing.

"Ooooohhh..." Aaron's deep voice become more hoarse as I work on his ass with my hands. I feel him shuddering more.

I get up on the table again. I hook my arms to his armpits and started lifting him to stretch his spine. As I do so, I feel my bulge rub against the middle of the ass cheeks. It was hot and tight in between them.

To my surprise, when I bring him back down, Aaron's body starts trashing. He groans uncomfortably.

I panic, "are you alright?!"

"Uhhhmm... I- I'm sorry Cody... Shit. I came..." he murmurs.

I quickly get down. "Sorry, I didn't mean too."

"Nooo. It's my fault. Ugh. I'm just so horny for you... And your hands feels so good in my body," he admits, "please don't get mad... I can't continue the massage anymore. I don't wanna let you see me with cum squirted in my speedo shit. I feel stupid jizzing in my trunks ugh."

"It's alright... Ugh, what do you want me to do?" I ask.

"Uh... Can you step out for I while before I fix myself?" he requests, "tell Landon to prepare our dinners already."

"Okay." I start walking away.

But a few steps out the door, I curiously turn around, hid and peeped through the door opening. Aaron was already standing. When he pulled down his speedo, I can see streaks of his cum on his dick and pubes.

My eyes widen, "shit he really came."

Curiously, I look at my own trunks. I open the front pouch and saw my dick is there. No cum. Just an erection and lots of precum.

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Aaron is very quiet during dinner. He can't look at me straight.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

He finally looks at me, "I'm really sorry about what happened."

I shake my head, "hey, don't worry about it. I'm over it okay. I mean, if this happened when I was still the asshole, I'd be mad. But now, I actually feel good about myself. Do I really turn you on that much?"

He licks his lips, "you have no idea how much I'm trying my best not to break my 'no contact' pact with you."

I laugh, "maybe we should just talk about something else. To just get your mind off it."

He nods, "okay. So, what're plans after we go home?"

"Well, I hope you give a good feedback so that I'd be in good terms with my frat," I tell him, "then, I'll just continue my studies and then fitness. And probably, I'll be doing some of the stuff you told me. How about you?"

"Same old. Go to work. Scare some subordinates. Get rich," he answers nonchalantly, "hopefully, I get over this wonderful exhilarating experience I have had with you in these past days so I can get to the next guy for me to date."

Weirdly, my heart flutters a bit when he says that.

He leans forward to me, "but I do hope that, we still get to hang out after this? I mean, you're not required to be in speedos anymore cause the bidding service is over but I'd really like to be your friend."

I smile widely, "of course. Of course. Thank you for being patient with me. And this is just a nice place you brought me to. I'll never forget this."

We continue drinking and talking about life until midnight. We then retire to our room.

I see Aaron fixing the sofa.

"Hey, you're not sleeping there," I tell him firmly.

He raises his eyebrows, "no. You're not sleeping here either."

"What are we doing, let's just sleep on the bed okay?" I convince him.

We lay on the bed. Our backs against each other.  As I stare at the walls of the dimly lit room, I think about all the time I have spent with Aaron in the island. Despite the awkward moments, we really had a nice time. Somehow, I'm sad that it'll be over soon.

I roll over to face the other side. To my surprise, Aaron is already facing my direction.

"Why?" he asks me.

"Nothing," I answer. I just stare at the well-bodied wise handsome mature man laying face to face with me.

"You should turn around, turn away..."

"Why?"

"Because if you... if you keep looking at me like that... I'm-- I'm at my last straw," Aaron mutters, his lips trembling, "I might not be able to stop myself from kissing you."

"What if I don't stop you?" I answer, not knowing how I was able to muster that much conviction in my voice.

Aaron leans in to me and places his lips on mine. They are so soft. They're trembling but they're so sure. My own lips part and I let him in. Our tongues swirl in our mouths. I can taste the wine in his saliva. My body jerks as I return is ardent kisses. I have never been this exhilarated about a kiss before.

Both of us are breathing heavily after that long kiss.

He cups my cheek, "are you sure you want this, Cody?"

"Oh come on. You've seen my cock inside these speedos the whole time I'm near you. I've denied it for two days, but I just can't take it anymore," I speak breathily, "why the fuck are you so damn sexy?!"

He smiles, "yeah I noticed. But I really didn't wanna do advances and pounce on you just because you were obviously horny. I wanted you to be sure you want it before. I do anything... sexual."

I hold his hand that is cupping my face, "I'm really sure now. I'm sure that I want it. I want you. I don't want to see you fucking Landon or getting over me and dating some other guy. I want to be your guy."

He giggles, "you saw me with Landon?"

"I did. You sexy fucker." Then I seize his lips with mine and kiss him deeply.

"I just unloaded my blue balls on him. Because I couldn't handle my lust on you."

"You made me cum in my sleep yesterday, did you know that?" I tell him.

"Oh shit. That's sexy." Then he kisses me again, "god. Can I touch you?"

"Please do."

His palm lands on my chest. My muscles shake. He explores my body with his hands. His eyes follow his fingers as they knead on each muscle that I proudly display. I am turned on to see the satisfaction in his gaze. God, I want him to want me so much.

His hand lands on the top of my encased boner. "You're fucking big. And hard."

"That's because of you, you sexy..." I reply then kiss him again as he handles my bulge.

Then his face goes down to my chest. He starts showering my pec and abs with kisses. I stare down at his handsome face as he worships my torso, and then licks my biceps. Damn. He does this better than my ex girlfriends. Maybe it takes a man to know a man.

Aaron then starts sucking on my nipples.

I groan. It feels good. I don't know that I am sensitive there. "Shiiit. That feels good Aaron."

He keeps sucking. His tongue flickers on it. His hand still kneads the boner hiding in my trunks.

Finally,  his face gets to my crotch. He pulls down my trunks and sets my cock free. It's hard and slimy with precum.

He holds it, stares at it, says, "shit. So big," then puts it in his mouth.

I wriggle. His mouth feels so good. My cock throbs inside. It's so warm and tight. He goes up and down, fast. Sometimes he deep throats it. I squirm. He sucks better than any girl I've been with.

"Oooohhh man! Shit! That's good! Suck that dick! Suck it!" I growl.

My prodding makes him suck faster and deeper. I don't feel any teeth. He frees his own cock from his trunks and starts beating it off as he blowjobs me.

I push his shoulders, "wait. I might cum!"

He lets my dick go and then kisses me again. "Your cock tastes nice."

Tentatively, I reach for Aaron's cock. It's hard and hot in my hand. "I've never held another dick before."

"Your hand feels good on mine," he replies.

"I wanna make you feel good," I tell him, "tell me what to do."

"I want you to do what you think feels right," he answers.

I decide to worship his body like he did me. I lick his pecs. They're so hard and hot. His body smells so good. Then my tongue traces the ridges of his abs. They're so perfect. Then I suck his nipples. They're not like female boobs that I'm used too, but I like how the nipple hardens in my mouth when I play it with my tongue.

Then I lick his massive arms. Took time before I get to coat them with my saliva. As I continue to worship his body my dominant hand continues to play with his hard cock.

"You're making me so hot. Yeah! That's all for you!" Aaron mutters as I enjoy his sexy body.

Then I come face to face with his groin. His dick in my hand and near my mouth. The desire to suck it is unbearable. But my mind is unsure.

"Just put it in. You'll know what to do once you put it inside," Aaron urges.

I close my eyes, open my mouth and take the head in. It's spurting with copious precum. I have no choice but to swallow the sweet nectar. I try to put another inch in. And then another. When it hits my palate, I stop then I start moving forward and backward as I suck.

"Yeessss Codyyy... You're doing good! That feels good!"

His positive moans get me more excited. It felt weird at first. But I eventually start enjoying my first dick in my mouth. I feel it throbbing in my mouth.

Aaron's hand reaches for my cock and fondles it. I take more in then suck faster.

I pause for a while and ask, "how am I doing? Am I hurting you?"

He shakes his head, "no. You're making me feel fantastic."

I smile, "you cock tastes good. I might get addicted."

"You're so sexy when you say that!"

I return to sucking. However, after a few minutes I feel Aaron's hand on my shoulder. I release his cock.

"Uhm. Sorry. I might cum... I want this to last longer," he tells me. He pulls me up and kisses me.

While we kiss and embrace, my whole body is shaking. I am overwhelmed with all these new feelings! Emotionally and sexually. And I am surrendering to them all.

I notice his finger sticking in and out of his asshole.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm fingering myself. Getting ready to be fucked by you," he responds.

"Wait, you get fucked in the ass?" I say in disbelief. I don't know much about gay sex, but instinct tells me, it's the bigger guy that fucks.

"Well, this is your first time. And I want to experience a first time with you too. Please be the first one to fuck me first," he says sweetly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. If you want it."

"Of course I want it!"

I get up and kneel under him. He raises his legs and places them on my shoulders.

My cock knocks on the tight hole, "are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"I promise I'll be gentle."

"I'm sure you'll be."

The hole is too tight, but I manage to put the head in. Then I advance inch by inch, gradually.

Aaron's face crumples everytime I go deeper. He is obviously hurt. I stop and allow him to take deep breaths. He also jacks himself off to keep him hard.

"I'm in. All in... God you're tight!" I announce, "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Okay. Okay..." he weakly answers.

I groan as I thrust into him. I know I promised to be gentle, but how could I? His ass was like a vacuum that kept inviting me in. I fuck faster and deeper.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh... It's starting to feel good... It's starting to feel--- aahhhh! Sooo good! Fuck me! Fucking fuck me!" Aaron's baritone voice growls as he squirms in ecstasy.

And I fuck him harder and faster. My hips slap repeatedly on his hard ass.

Here he is under me, thrashing crazily as he accepts every thrust. His muscles covered and shining in sweat. Goosebumps cover his body. His muscles contract as he bellowed and moaned.

We knew we are at a secluded island. We just let our moans and shouts be as loud as the call of passion and lust within us.

His hands reach up and caress my body, "you're such a sexy fucker." Then he pulls my head down and kisses me. I continue to fuck him.

Then he moans in my mouth, "I'm coming!"

His body quakes and I feel hot liquid hit my abs. I extend my hips and see his dick squirting semen for the second time that day. His pecs and abs look showered with cum.

With his orgasm, I feel his asshole clench on my shaft. This brings me to my own climax. "I'm cumming! AAAH!" Then I unload my cum in him.

Aaron's eyes widen, "aagh. Sooo hot. Sooooo hot."

My body falls down on him. I am breathing heavily.

We kiss, as my still-hard dick remains inside his bowel.

I pull out, and cum gushes out of his hole. Damn. It looks sexy, flowing down from his massive ass.

I lay beside him. Kiss him. And embrace him. We then held hands. I have never felt this wanted all my life.

"Do you want to get an extra perk from the auction you won?" I ask him, jokingly.

Aaron looks at me funny, "huh? Yeah. What is it?"

"You get to keep your winning forever. How's that sound?" I don't know how romantic that came out of my mouth.

Aaron grins, "sounds like a great deal."