Twink Street
Reid’s not sure how it happened. Before a couple of months ago, he was a normal college sophomore. Okay, maybe not normal (he was, easily the smartest person in his class, maybe the whole school. How was he supposed to know? It was Harvard after all.) But now here he was, walking the familiar route, paranoid about cops or gay bashers being about. When he was first introduced to the place he was headed towards, he felt rather sickened. A fellow gay classmate, much like himself, told him that he had to come. That he would be introduced to a whole new world of gay men; men that he wouldn’t be able to find on Harvard square. He had been skeptical at first. It wasn’t because he thought he’d be walking into some all leather bar or a place where dildos would be swinging from the ceiling. In all actuality, the reality was much worse, but at the time he was just skeptical. He had never been to a gay bar before. It wasn’t like he was some shy, blushing virgin, he had just never ventured to one. In high school, he was a bit of a geek. That didn’t stop him from copping off with some of the closeted high school jocks that roamed the same halls as he, and last year, his first year at Harvard, he lost his actual virginity to his lab partner. From there it just sort of skyrocketed. Being smart wasn’t a thing to be ashamed of at school now. In fact, it was generally a turn on and by the time Reid had graduated high school he had finally seemed to grow into his looks, often meeting the curious stares from both his same sex and female classmates. He was doing alright with himself, until that night. That night that changed everything. The night he went to the place that he never wanted to go back to, but somehow couldn’t stay away from; Twink Street.
Two Months Before
When Reid first opened the doors, he was instantly met with whoops and hollers. It was dark and the air was somewhat smoky. Beside that, all there was, was a couple of bright lights in the center of the room and a ring of half naked men circled around, obviously watching something taking place in the middle. He almost had one foot out the door, before Sean, the classmate who gave him the address to the place, saw him and dragged him towards the middle. What he saw disgusted him. One man, with his pants pulled down over his thighs, cock jutting out and another man being forced up on his knees, about to be fed said cock. Reid looked around to all the men cheering this on, wondering what in the hell was wrong with these people when Sean leaned over and yelled into his ear.
‘He lost!’
‘Lost what?’
‘The fight. That’s what these guys do. They fight. The winner gets to sort of be in control for awhile. He becomes the guy the other guys want to be. Sort of the boss around here.’
‘And the loser……?’
‘Just keep watching. It gets better,” he grinned wickedly.
Reid shook his head, deciding he wanted no part in this. He was nearing to turn around when something caught his eye. A little bit of gold flickering behind the hip of the winner. Reid swallowed as the man came into focus. It was the man on his knees, face flushed, from what Reid assumed was the exertion of the fight. His golden hair shone under the fluorescent lights, his eyes were brown and wide and so…….innocent.
‘Who is that?’ Reid spoke loudly over the men’s chants.
‘Who?’
‘The……’ Reid rolled his eyes at the title, ‘The loser. Who is he?’
‘Him? I don’t know. A lot of people just call him Bambi, you know…cause of the eyes. I’m not sure what his real name is. He comes here a lot though. Poor guy can’t ever seem to win. I think by now people think he loses on purpose, which is fine by us.’
‘What do you mean fine by you? And why would he lose on purpose?’
Sean shrugged. ‘Don’t know. But you’ll see what I mean in a minute. He’s….quite the performer.’
And so he watched. While every ounce of common sense he had screamed through his brain, somehow he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not as he watched the mystery guy’s, spit covered lips, open and begin to suck on the head of the winner’s cock. Those delicious, cupid bow lips, all plump and round, working down and around the shift. It was somehow glorious. The way he just sucked and took and took and took. The other guy’s hand, carded through the back of his hair, pulling and pushing his cock deeper against Bambi’s throat. If the latter was gagging, no one could tell. All anyone could see was the guy’s throats muscles working furiously to take everything he was given. Reid looked around at the rest of the men who were watching. Their pants were now all open as they stroked their own hardness, turned on by the display in front of them. Reid noticed he was the only one with a shirt on. He looked at Sean, standing next to him, noticing that he too, had his cock in his hand; his thumb teasing and stroking the head of it. So many cocks and Reid didn’t know what to do. He looked back at the middle where Bambi and the winner were. Their bodies were slick with sweat from the fight. He could see one droplet in particular on Bambi’s chest, making its way down. He felt the need to lick it desperately. His fantasy was cut off however, when he noticed some guys circling in closer. Another hand replaced the winner’s through Bambi’s hair and soon, his mouth was being pulled off of one cock and being filled by another. Reid heard a moan and looked at Sean thinking it came from him. Only when he found Sean looking back at him with a small smile on his face did he realize that it had come from himself.
‘Touch yourself Reid. You know that you want to.’
Reid shifted uncomfortably. He would not do this. He would not get off on someone losing a fight and then being forced to perform sexual acts.
‘He wants it Reid. Can’t you tell? It’s why he keeps coming back. It’s why he keeps losing. Just look at him.’
He couldn’t help but to. And when he did, the sight was even more spectacular than before. The blonde haired man was on his back, his pants and underwear having been discarded. Reid could see the delicious cock, thickening and growing every minute. He was alternating on sucking two cocks, one on each side of his head. At his lower half was another man, whose own mouth was busy with another’s prick. Meanwhile the man’s hand was working on Bambi, continuously teasing him with each movement. The circle moved in even closer and others became more involved. It was still about him though. Even the winner had taken a backseat to this man, if he could even be called that. Now that he was closer, he noticed that the guy looked younger than him. Reid just prayed he was legal.
Reid noticed a couple of the other men, moving a nearby crate to the middle of the mat. It was padded with blankets and Bambi was now being moved from the floor to on top of it. He watched as two new men now took places on both sides of his head and the winner moved back, separating his legs, exposing the tiny hole. He moved down to his knees and began to lick and suck at the exposed flesh, readying the younger man. Reid’s eyes shot up to his face as the blonde groaned. It was the first sound to come from him this evening and somewhere in the back of his mind, Reid made a mental note; Rimming.
When the man’s hole was slick and wet, he watched the winner take his bare cock (Reid looking around in alarm) and began pushing it into the man’s body.
‘It’s okay,’ Sean leaned over whispering into his ear. ‘We’re all friends here.’
‘You don’t even know his name,’ Reid pointed out.
Sean shrugged. ‘None of us have gotten anything yet.’
Reid rubbed at his temples. Oh my God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He watched as the winner pulled out and moved to the side, the next guy having come up to take his place. He too was pushing in to the blonde’s awaiting hole, bare. The men that surrounded him were all kissing each other, touching each other and it was too much. He watched as man after man took his turn, pushing in and out, while the others touched themselves, fed their cocks to Bambi’s mouth. He watched as Sean….Sean, who he was never speaking to again after tonight, moved up and thrust his prick between a pair of lips that should be cherished, not abused. And Oh God, he was hard. What in the hell was wrong with him?
Bambi writhed as certain men changed their position. He was constantly on his back although some would come up and roll his hip to the side to take him that way and the new angle seemed to cause the younger man to groan deeper. Somehow Reid made another note.
It wasn’t until the seventh or eighth guy that Reid truly wanted to beat the shit out of somebody. The blonde douche had pushed into Bambi’s ass, fucking him hard from the beginning, causing him to whine desperately more than anyone else had and then he had the nerve to push Bambi’s leg forward (who was incredibly flexible apparently. Note) and then kiss him! He had been the first to actually claim those delectable lips for himself, treat the man as something other than an awaiting hole or target practice and something inside Reid seethed with jealousy. If his hands didn’t need protecting so much, he might’ve done something about it, but instead here he was. A completely clothed (albeit hard) college student, surrounded by a group of men who were all fucking the same man (condomless) and apparently they did this to each other often. Reid’s stomach lurched. He watched as one man came on Bambi’s shoulder, and then proceeded to swipe his finger through it and feed it to him. The blonde bombshell had no problem with the taste of it, swallowing it like it was something to be thoroughly enjoyed and Reid struggled not to remember that fact as well. Swallows. Doesn’t spit.
Despite how Bambi somehow seemed to be taking pleasure in the attention, he couldn’t help but notice that the younger man didn’t seem to really be hard anymore; or at least not fully erect. If the other men noticed, they didn’t care. His penis seemed to be completely neglected, which was a shame in his opinion because like everything else about the young man, it too was beautiful. Apparently though, having him come was not a concern to anyone.
He watched as the man who had kissed the blonde, pulled out and came all over the man’s hole. When he was done, he pushed back inside and began fucking him again. Once more, he leaned forward, taking the man’s face between both of his hands and kissed him, not one, not two, but three times. The act somehow seemed strangely intimate and Reid vaguely wondered if the two of them were actually a couple. If it were Reid, he didn’t think he’d be able to share the man on the crate. In fact, he knew there was no way he’d be able to.
The winner, the first to fuck Bambi, would also be the last. He pushed into him in earnest, still not having come as many of the other men had. He watched as Bambi bit his lip and arched up. He turned his head to the side, this time letting his eyes wander and…..
Oh…
He was looking at him. The brown eyed angel frowned as he took in Reid’s clothed appearance. He looked down at his obvious visible erection in his jeans and for some reason relaxed. He caught Reid’s eyes again as he looked up and never seemed to look away. Reid for his part, couldn’t do anything but stare back; this man, all sweaty and flushed and…….dirty. Reid ached to have him for himself, somewhere far, far away from this crazy, insane rabbit hole he seemed to have fallen into. Bambi continued to stare intently at him, something that was making Reid strangely uncomfortable. So uncomfortable where he had to quickly adjust himself, placing his palm rapidly over the crotch of his pants, hoping no one would see. Bambi though, did, and in that one moment, he cried out, coming as the winner pulled out and came as well, all over his chest mixing the random spunk with his softening cock over the shaking abs of the blissed out blonde.
Reid felt like he was going to die and had to get out of there as fast as he could. He didn’t miss a nearby Sean calling after him, but he did miss a certain blonde, looking around the room from his position on the crate, hoping to meet the eyes of a stranger he had never seen before.
Present Time
Somehow two months had gone by from Reid’s first encounter with what they call ‘Twink Street’. He’d like to say that the experience, the depravity of it all was enough to make him never come back and in fact, if it’s a night where a certain blonde haired, brown eyed guy isn’t visible amongst the crowd, he does actually leave. He doesn’t want to be a part of the group and he never does allow himself to touch, whether it’s others or his own cock. But for a reason unbeknownst to him, he’s found himself wanting someone, someone who he may never be able to have so instead he just watches. Watches and hopes and every once in awhile, something happens to give him some of that hope of getting closer to the young man, like three weeks ago when he found out the guy’s name in question; Luke. His name is Luke.
Two Months Before
When Reid first opened the doors, he was instantly met with whoops and hollers. It was dark and the air was somewhat smoky. Beside that, all there was, was a couple of bright lights in the center of the room and a ring of half naked men circled around, obviously watching something taking place in the middle. He almost had one foot out the door, before Sean, the classmate who gave him the address to the place, saw him and dragged him towards the middle. What he saw disgusted him. One man, with his pants pulled down over his thighs, cock jutting out and another man being forced up on his knees, about to be fed said cock. Reid looked around to all the men cheering this on, wondering what in the hell was wrong with these people when Sean leaned over and yelled into his ear.
‘He lost!’
‘Lost what?’
‘The fight. That’s what these guys do. They fight. The winner gets to sort of be in control for awhile. He becomes the guy the other guys want to be. Sort of the boss around here.’
‘And the loser……?’
‘Just keep watching. It gets better,” he grinned wickedly.
Reid shook his head, deciding he wanted no part in this. He was nearing to turn around when something caught his eye. A little bit of gold flickering behind the hip of the winner. Reid swallowed as the man came into focus. It was the man on his knees, face flushed, from what Reid assumed was the exertion of the fight. His golden hair shone under the fluorescent lights, his eyes were brown and wide and so…….innocent.
‘Who is that?’ Reid spoke loudly over the men’s chants.
‘Who?’
‘The……’ Reid rolled his eyes at the title, ‘The loser. Who is he?’
‘Him? I don’t know. A lot of people just call him Bambi, you know…cause of the eyes. I’m not sure what his real name is. He comes here a lot though. Poor guy can’t ever seem to win. I think by now people think he loses on purpose, which is fine by us.’
‘What do you mean fine by you? And why would he lose on purpose?’
Sean shrugged. ‘Don’t know. But you’ll see what I mean in a minute. He’s….quite the performer.’
And so he watched. While every ounce of common sense he had screamed through his brain, somehow he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not as he watched the mystery guy’s, spit covered lips, open and begin to suck on the head of the winner’s cock. Those delicious, cupid bow lips, all plump and round, working down and around the shift. It was somehow glorious. The way he just sucked and took and took and took. The other guy’s hand, carded through the back of his hair, pulling and pushing his cock deeper against Bambi’s throat. If the latter was gagging, no one could tell. All anyone could see was the guy’s throats muscles working furiously to take everything he was given. Reid looked around at the rest of the men who were watching. Their pants were now all open as they stroked their own hardness, turned on by the display in front of them. Reid noticed he was the only one with a shirt on. He looked at Sean, standing next to him, noticing that he too, had his cock in his hand; his thumb teasing and stroking the head of it. So many cocks and Reid didn’t know what to do. He looked back at the middle where Bambi and the winner were. Their bodies were slick with sweat from the fight. He could see one droplet in particular on Bambi’s chest, making its way down. He felt the need to lick it desperately. His fantasy was cut off however, when he noticed some guys circling in closer. Another hand replaced the winner’s through Bambi’s hair and soon, his mouth was being pulled off of one cock and being filled by another. Reid heard a moan and looked at Sean thinking it came from him. Only when he found Sean looking back at him with a small smile on his face did he realize that it had come from himself.
‘Touch yourself Reid. You know that you want to.’
Reid shifted uncomfortably. He would not do this. He would not get off on someone losing a fight and then being forced to perform sexual acts.
‘He wants it Reid. Can’t you tell? It’s why he keeps coming back. It’s why he keeps losing. Just look at him.’
He couldn’t help but to. And when he did, the sight was even more spectacular than before. The blonde haired man was on his back, his pants and underwear having been discarded. Reid could see the delicious cock, thickening and growing every minute. He was alternating on sucking two cocks, one on each side of his head. At his lower half was another man, whose own mouth was busy with another’s prick. Meanwhile the man’s hand was working on Bambi, continuously teasing him with each movement. The circle moved in even closer and others became more involved. It was still about him though. Even the winner had taken a backseat to this man, if he could even be called that. Now that he was closer, he noticed that the guy looked younger than him. Reid just prayed he was legal.
Reid noticed a couple of the other men, moving a nearby crate to the middle of the mat. It was padded with blankets and Bambi was now being moved from the floor to on top of it. He watched as two new men now took places on both sides of his head and the winner moved back, separating his legs, exposing the tiny hole. He moved down to his knees and began to lick and suck at the exposed flesh, readying the younger man. Reid’s eyes shot up to his face as the blonde groaned. It was the first sound to come from him this evening and somewhere in the back of his mind, Reid made a mental note; Rimming.
When the man’s hole was slick and wet, he watched the winner take his bare cock (Reid looking around in alarm) and began pushing it into the man’s body.
‘It’s okay,’ Sean leaned over whispering into his ear. ‘We’re all friends here.’
‘You don’t even know his name,’ Reid pointed out.
Sean shrugged. ‘None of us have gotten anything yet.’
Reid rubbed at his temples. Oh my God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He watched as the winner pulled out and moved to the side, the next guy having come up to take his place. He too was pushing in to the blonde’s awaiting hole, bare. The men that surrounded him were all kissing each other, touching each other and it was too much. He watched as man after man took his turn, pushing in and out, while the others touched themselves, fed their cocks to Bambi’s mouth. He watched as Sean….Sean, who he was never speaking to again after tonight, moved up and thrust his prick between a pair of lips that should be cherished, not abused. And Oh God, he was hard. What in the hell was wrong with him?
Bambi writhed as certain men changed their position. He was constantly on his back although some would come up and roll his hip to the side to take him that way and the new angle seemed to cause the younger man to groan deeper. Somehow Reid made another note.
It wasn’t until the seventh or eighth guy that Reid truly wanted to beat the shit out of somebody. The blonde douche had pushed into Bambi’s ass, fucking him hard from the beginning, causing him to whine desperately more than anyone else had and then he had the nerve to push Bambi’s leg forward (who was incredibly flexible apparently. Note) and then kiss him! He had been the first to actually claim those delectable lips for himself, treat the man as something other than an awaiting hole or target practice and something inside Reid seethed with jealousy. If his hands didn’t need protecting so much, he might’ve done something about it, but instead here he was. A completely clothed (albeit hard) college student, surrounded by a group of men who were all fucking the same man (condomless) and apparently they did this to each other often. Reid’s stomach lurched. He watched as one man came on Bambi’s shoulder, and then proceeded to swipe his finger through it and feed it to him. The blonde bombshell had no problem with the taste of it, swallowing it like it was something to be thoroughly enjoyed and Reid struggled not to remember that fact as well. Swallows. Doesn’t spit.
Despite how Bambi somehow seemed to be taking pleasure in the attention, he couldn’t help but notice that the younger man didn’t seem to really be hard anymore; or at least not fully erect. If the other men noticed, they didn’t care. His penis seemed to be completely neglected, which was a shame in his opinion because like everything else about the young man, it too was beautiful. Apparently though, having him come was not a concern to anyone.
He watched as the man who had kissed the blonde, pulled out and came all over the man’s hole. When he was done, he pushed back inside and began fucking him again. Once more, he leaned forward, taking the man’s face between both of his hands and kissed him, not one, not two, but three times. The act somehow seemed strangely intimate and Reid vaguely wondered if the two of them were actually a couple. If it were Reid, he didn’t think he’d be able to share the man on the crate. In fact, he knew there was no way he’d be able to.
The winner, the first to fuck Bambi, would also be the last. He pushed into him in earnest, still not having come as many of the other men had. He watched as Bambi bit his lip and arched up. He turned his head to the side, this time letting his eyes wander and…..
Oh…
He was looking at him. The brown eyed angel frowned as he took in Reid’s clothed appearance. He looked down at his obvious visible erection in his jeans and for some reason relaxed. He caught Reid’s eyes again as he looked up and never seemed to look away. Reid for his part, couldn’t do anything but stare back; this man, all sweaty and flushed and…….dirty. Reid ached to have him for himself, somewhere far, far away from this crazy, insane rabbit hole he seemed to have fallen into. Bambi continued to stare intently at him, something that was making Reid strangely uncomfortable. So uncomfortable where he had to quickly adjust himself, placing his palm rapidly over the crotch of his pants, hoping no one would see. Bambi though, did, and in that one moment, he cried out, coming as the winner pulled out and came as well, all over his chest mixing the random spunk with his softening cock over the shaking abs of the blissed out blonde.
Reid felt like he was going to die and had to get out of there as fast as he could. He didn’t miss a nearby Sean calling after him, but he did miss a certain blonde, looking around the room from his position on the crate, hoping to meet the eyes of a stranger he had never seen before.
Present Time
Somehow two months had gone by from Reid’s first encounter with what they call ‘Twink Street’. He’d like to say that the experience, the depravity of it all was enough to make him never come back and in fact, if it’s a night where a certain blonde haired, brown eyed guy isn’t visible amongst the crowd, he does actually leave. He doesn’t want to be a part of the group and he never does allow himself to touch, whether it’s others or his own cock. But for a reason unbeknownst to him, he’s found himself wanting someone, someone who he may never be able to have so instead he just watches. Watches and hopes and every once in awhile, something happens to give him some of that hope of getting closer to the young man, like three weeks ago when he found out the guy’s name in question; Luke. His name is Luke.