Novel: Root Cause

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If you want to read the rest of this story earlier than I will be publishing it here, here is my Patreon! I hope you will consider supporting. There, you will find the first 20 chapters of this book, Root Cause, ready for your enjoyment. I will also be releasing two chapters a week there. It is a complicated book, hopefully thought provoking, there are very tough moments in there, some great soaring romance too.

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Chapter 1: Having People Over
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David stepped mindlessly out of the shower. Most things he was doing lately felt bereft of purpose, intention or joy. He was probably in a middling depression though he had yet to put those words together. All he knew was that he had not felt any joy in going to work in over a year. It had started out much better but five years of putting his heart and soul, and every creative fiber of his being into finding a treatment, without even a hint of success, had drained him. Failed experiment after failed experiment and new team members constantly traipsing through the lab, all coming in with fire and energy, and all leaving discouraged and convinced the effort was useless; this took a toll.

He reached for a towel hanging on the wall. Immediately he felt the soft fluff of the freshly laundered material. Just by touching it he stirred up the smell of the fabric softener which today was woodsy and bright. If he had stuck his hand in a nest full of baby chicks it could not have been softer. He relished the instant but was immediately troubled. He hated that his mom felt obliged to do housework for him. “Honey, please let me do this,” she had said. “I am already such a burden.”

“Mom, you are never a burden, I can take care of those things and you don’t need to tire yourself out on things like that,” he would respond.

That conversation had been repeated many times over. Recently, she had gone further. “Hijo,” she said, “I know I am a burden. You never have people over, I feel like I am in the way, maybe you will be better if I go to Catarina’s?”

Her head slouched forward a bit, she was crying. She had said ‘people,’ not girls, not women, not girlfriends. It was her acknowledgment of an unspoken secret between mother and son. It was the best this kind and gentle Christian woman could do at the moment. She had seen her son struggle for years with his own desires. She had seen him go through a slate of physical changes and an existential crisis all at the same time. He had been such a good, happy kid and then puberty hit. He became withdrawn, serious, mostly sad, and with every passing day, he had fewer and fewer friends. She felt guilty at the time. She believed that she had imposed a burden that he had accepted and internalized, and he had done everything in his power to become someone different. She was not sure what she was ready to accept, but his unhappiness for the rest of his life felt like a horrible price. Was she ready to watch him hold hands with a man? Could she be ok with him kissing a man? She was not sure. She was certain she could not watch him attempt to kiss another woman. If she knew nothing else, the kiss he shared with Tammy Calvin was absolutely a sin – and a disastrous one at that.

“When I’m ready, mom.” He lifted her chin gently with his finger and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “When I’m ready I’ll bring people over.”

“Thank you for taking care of me, David.” The conversation had been left there.

David pulled the towel towards his body and let the fibers, which felt like a million silk covered fingers, caress his chest and abdomen. He pulled the cloth up to his face and dried off the golden brown hair. He let the towel rest over his shoulders and looked briefly at the mirror. His dick caught his eye. He was glad his parents had left him intact and he was grateful for whomever gave him the genes that resulted in the biggest dick he had ever seen in real life and bigger than most he had seen in porn. It was no small irony to him though that one of the most beautiful dicks on the planet got so little use. He had used it, on both men and women. He so wanted to enjoy the women but mostly he felt inauthentic. It often took Viagra and a lot of mental notes from favorite Twitter accounts to get him through those experiences. The few fucks he shared with men had been better in terms of his own motivation. But worse as they were the source of a great deal of guilt and anger.

He let his hands travel slowly down the center ridge of his square, full pectorals. His fingers made small circles as they traveled past a beautiful patch of soft hair that grew from mid chest down to the underside of his lower chest. Large nipples, each nearly the size of a silver dollar began to contract at his touch. He put his thumb and index finger briefly in his mouth and came back to pinch his now erect nipple. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting out a soft moan as he pinched harder. The smell of his soap and towel, the softness of the cloth around his neck and the touch of his own hand created a sensory cloud, he let himself be cloaked in it for just a few minutes, knowing the real world was just outside the bathroom door.

His left hand traveled down his treasure trail, a thin line of hair under his belly button, but which widened substantially at the base of his cock. The hair was soft, it gave him the appearance of virility and strength that was the envy of anyone who saw him shirtless, his well-formed muscles certainly contributed to both the impression and the admiration he received. His pubic hair grew much thicker and wilder than the rest of the hair on his body and seemed like a thick moss from which the majestic, massive pole sprung away from his body. He slid his meat between his middle and ring fingers, pushing his hand up and away from his crotch as the fingers rode his cock all the way to the foreskin covered glans. He moaned again as he felt himself getting hard. He stopped fucking the space between his fingers and instead gripped his dick with his left hand, barely making the full circumference. It was nearly eight inches round and eleven inches long, it was an ass wrecking crew of one.

David looked again in the mirror. His dick was beautiful. His abs were not popping like they did when he was a teenager, but he preferred this growing fit daddy look. He still had a phenomenal six pack, a beautiful natural tone to his skin thanks to his mother’s Colombian roots, and a dick so straight and so fat it could have made him a millionaire on OnlyFans.

As he began to stroke faster, his hazel eyes stared at the muscles on his left hand, he could see his chest and abs contracting, the rhythm was beautiful to him and every pull made his dick harder. He moved his right hand down to his testicles. He grabbed both balls and twisted and pulled them as he continued to jack his meat slowly. There was a dull, pleasant pain. Underneath his dickhead he could feel his frenulum stretching every time he pulled his sac. He loved the soft ache he got when he squeezed his balls tight.

He beat his dick faster and moved his right hand back to his lips, sucking on his right index finger and then moving it behind him as he bent forward and put his face all the way down on the counter. The granite was cold to his cheek, moist from the condensed steam that had filled the room during his shower. As his ass cheeks spread open, his wrist helped him navigate to his goal. He could feel the soft dusting of hair on his ass and the contours of his generous mounds of muscle and soft flesh. He felt his way along as his wrist descended and his fingers spread his cheeks apart to make space for the wet middle finger to do his bidding.

His finger knew where to go. Muscle memory knew where his hole would be found and he started drawing figure eights with his wet finger over his tight pucker. He had never let anyone fuck him but he wondered if the feeling of an actual dick would be proportional to the pleasure he felt when he finger fucked his own hole. With that thought, he pushed on the doughnut shaped muscle. After about a minute, he could feel his finger was dry. He thought he should stop but his dick was not in agreement. It wanted to explode.

He reached up with his right hand towards a bottle on the counter and quickly pumped a small amount of lotion on his fingers. He want back to working his hole as he continued to masturbate with his left hand. The pressure of his finger tapping, pressing, pushing, and rubbing his hole provided phenomenal sensations. If there was joy in this day, it would be in this moment, he thought. As his finger continued to insist, his hole eventually relaxed until it gave way with just a flicker of pain. It was gone in the time it took David to slide the full length. He was close. He continued to fuck himself, pressing and prodding on his prostate, while his left hand took to beating his cock furiously, the friction and heat sliding over each nerve ending on his cock augmenting the pleasure he was creating in his hole.

As he felt his load building, he pulled his finger from his ass and away from the prostate he had been massaging. He quickly grabbed his towel and threw it in front himself on the counter, moving his right hand down to his dick, two-fisting his throbbing torpedo as he flexed his back, pushing his hips forward and tilting his head to the sky.

It was a silent torrent. Ribbon after ribbon of sticky cum jetted from his thick, golden brown cock head and soaked what had been a pristine towel minutes earlier. He said nothing and felt everything. His balls tight against his body, the pulsing muscles twitching deep inside him pushing out all his creamy goodness, his dick thickening with each pulse as if the heart of a wild beast were beating just inside his shaft. At the last stream subsided, he milked his dick for the remaining droplets and shook it with one solid flick onto the towel. He wiped his dick on a clean corner, gathered the towel up in a clump with the cum side in and threw it in the laundry basket. Evidence gone. He washed his hands of cum and ass juice and wondered if his mother knew about the abuse her freshly laundered towels took. He went through ten to twelve of them a week, probably she knew.

David put on his boxer briefs, adjusted his still engorged member and went into his room to get dressed for a job about which he no longer felt hopeful.
 

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Chapter 2: The Boy from Ipanema
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David walked downstairs dressed as he usually did, wearing pair of jeans that fit snug on his ass and package and a little loose around his waist. This was less a fashion statement than a practical choice. His round and well-developed buttocks took up a lot of real estate and his sizable cock and balls did nothing to help the situation. He had to buy pants a size up to avoid becoming a walking obscenity at work. While he indeed avoided showing the world the full outline of his member, the effect was all the same alluring and manly.

Casual observers saw a well-dressed man with a tight-fitting shirt that highlighted his large pectorals, the shirt straining at the outer edges and the bottom of his full chest muscles. Those who looked closer would also have noticed the shirt tucked neatly into his pants, and without even a hint of a belly, the waistband seemed to hang ever so slightly away from the body, almost beckoning someone to reach in to see what in the world could create such a bulky package.

All his mother saw was her clean, beautiful son sauntering down the stairs. “Hijo,” she said, holding out a small thermos, “I made your coffee just the way you like it.”

“Thanks, mom,” he said, leaning over and giving her a peck on the cheek. “How do you feel today?” he asked, as he did every morning.

“Oh, Parker and Sons will have to wait a bit longer to claim this body,” she said, pulling Davids’s face in with both of her wrinkled hands and giving him a soft, kind kiss on the forehead.

She had been diagnosed with Parkinson ten years back and had done well to manage the disease for a long time, continuing her work as a schoolteacher and later as an administrator when the disease took a heavier tool. Eventually, two years back, she had to permanently retire and move in with David. There had been other options on the table, including long term care at a facility. She had the money for it, her husband had always taken care of his family, including upon his death when the family discovered a two million dollar life insurance policy that he had purchased the day before he married Deana. His death had been a second gut wrenching punch in the same year they discovered Deana was ill, but the loving act of their father was squarely in line with his character. They all wept when they discovered how he had secretly paid for the insurance policy by skimming on his fuel budget early in the marriage when every cent counted. He would bum rides and even walk to job sites to pay for the policy. While David and his brother Alex and sister Catarina were all prepared to take care of their mother, this made the process far easier.

In spite of the money, none of the children could fathom letting their mother wither away in a facility. They spoke at length and decided that David would take her in while she was still relatively independent. When she needed more help, she would move in with Catarina who was still raising her young family at the time and knew that her mom moving in would mean Deana would attempt to take on too much of the work. If they could hold off the severe symptoms for ten years, Catarina’s kids would be out of the home and she’d be ready to take over the bulk of the responsibility. Staying with Alex was out of the question as he had chosen to stay in his small, three bedroom house even after his fifth child was born. He would have needed to purchase a new house to accommodate their mother and probably would have also had to hire someone, as his wife Rebecca, could not really help much given the massive workload in the home. The siblings agreed to this plan ten years ago but as their mother seemed happy to help her youngest child who was still alone and still single, now in his thirties, she was in no hurry to leave his side.

“Still can’t bring yourself to say the word, mom?” David asked, playfully.

“Ay, hijo, I don’t know that Parker man was, but what idiot names a disease after himself? Especially one that keeps people sick for decades?” she responded, every bit of logic tight as an old jar of marmalade.

“Do you want breakfast today?” Deana asked, her hands still holding her son’s face.

“No, mom, thank you,” answered David. In fact, he rarely ate breakfast. He was almost never hungry in the morning and had decided many years back that he was fine with just his coffee. His mom had taken to putting in a dash of heavy whipping cream, unsweetened, and he had accepted the edit to his routine, but actual food seemed almost repulsive for him at that hour.

“Can I have my face back?” he asked, smiling playfully at his mother. This was a routine they often repeated. Can I have my face back. Only if you promise to bring it home. What if I forget it at work? I will never forget it, hijo.

They repeated their lines as one might a loving mantra. It was tender and pure and a moment both loved when it happened. It was never planned but it was always something both cherished, a private exchange between mother and son, each of whom loved the other with every cell in their body.

David grabbed his coat from the coat rack near the door along with his messenger bag. He put the coat on and threw the bag over his shoulder, dropping the closed thermos inside. The coat was a gray, wool pea coat that hid his most obvious assets but rendered him no less attractive. It added dignity and mystery and provided another layer to peel off of him for those who enjoyed fantasizing about men on public transit whom they’d like to see separated from their clothing. When he wore it, his broad chest and full bum was still obvious, but the eye gravitated to his face. He was stunning. His wore his hair cropped close on the sides but long and pulled back and slightly to the left on top. He could have modeled sunglasses with that look and the permanent golden hour skin tone he had been blessed with, but it would have been a shame to cover his eyes the color of honey. “Hojitos de miel,” his mother would sometimes comment when he made a joke or something else made him laugh. When his mood was light, it was most evident in his eyes which seemed to radiate affection and love and it was in one such moment that he earned this moniker.

His face was square and his eyes were set forward a bit more than his father who had had a deeper, more rugged look. David’s eyes were larger and more prominent with long eyebrows and lashes that were the envy of all the women who noticed such things. His cheeks were youthful, full and slightly rounded, in the best Latin tradition, while his jaw was prominent and perhaps the most masculine and dominant feature on his face. As he walked to the bus stop, those who saw him from behind could appreciate his shapely athletic thighs and calves and the slight up step he took with each stride as he had always walked on the balls of his feet.

He took a seat in the mostly empty bus and pulled his coffee out of his bag to take a sip. He was tempted to also pull out his phone from his pants pocket but instead closed his eyes and thought about his post-shower masturbatory session. He shifted slightly in his seat as he remembered his finger pressing into his hole. He was not sure if he let out a slight moan. He kept his eyes closed and tilted his head, to the casual observer, he had fallen asleep.

David was not sleeping. Instead, his thoughts had gone back to the first person that had pressed through his virgin sphincter. It did not happen the first time they fooled around but the source of much of his gay learning had come from a beautiful young man whose name was Renato. He was a Brazilian student in his Introductory Spanish class his first year in college. David’s mother had insisted he take Spanish all through high school so that he would not forget all she had tried to teach them throughout their childhood. This made Spanish an easy elective in college and David took several of these courses so that he could more easily focus on the difficult science curriculum that eventually culminated in his biology degree. David was amused at seeing a Brazilian also taking Spanish. It felt a bit like cheating since Brazilians seemed to have an easy time understanding him when he spoke to them in Spanish. Of course, who was he to call out cheating when he had a Colombian mother at home all these years?
 

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Chapter 2: The Boy from Ipanema (continued)
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His friendship with Renato started out quite naturally. They were practically the same age, Renato was just a few weeks older and had just celebrated his 19th birthday before moving to the U.S. to study. They sat next to each other in class and were often paired up for speaking exercises as both young men had extraordinarily good language skills compared to their classmates. One assignment on which they were paired was the final project for the class, a theater piece that they were to write and perform together. The piece had to somehow focus on events at the United Nations as the teacher wanted the students to focus on more complicated vocabulary and the verb tenses one uses when insisting, directing, and persuading. Up to their necks in subjunctives, the two boys decided to take a break and they headed down to the empty kitchen in an empty house.

David slipped some pizza in the oven and warmed it but was surprised to see confusion come across Renato’s face when he just placed the open pizza box on the kitchen counter. “What’s wrong?” he asked Renato through a mouthful of pizza.

“You Americans are funny,” Renato answered in what David could only describe as a charming accent. “You just eat so many things with your hands! Why you don’t eat on a plate, like a person?”

David found this something between adorable and hilarious and he let out a hearty laugh. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a plate and set in front of Renato, still chuckling. But Renato seemed to hesitate and crinkled his olive-toned brow. He was a beautiful young man with dark brown eyes and a tussle of curly hair. His last name was di Romani and from somewhere in his background, Italian genes still shaped his figure. His skin tone was the result of an undecipherable blend of Sicilian and Caribbean roots that looked ‘Brazilian’ in their sum. For David who knew this skin tone from Colombia, Renato had a familiar beauty and though he had pushed away many a tantalizing thought about the young man in front of him, he could not deny his natural youthful attraction.

Renato asked in a hesitating cadence, “It is just, I am wondering, do you have a knife and, um, the thing with sharp teeth to pick up food?”

“Really?” asked David, amused and surprised. “Knife and fork to eat pizza, on a plate?”

“This is normal for me,” Renato answered, somewhat abashedly.

David smiled, “You are my guest, if this is how you eat pizza, no problem for me.”

He smiled and handed Renato the silverware. Renato took them with one hand and with the other, he touched David’s chest as he said “Thank you.” It was not a sexual touch, at least it was not meant as such. David would learn that Brazilians enjoyed a freedom with their bodies that Americans generally did not. Colombians too could be generous with touch so David was not completely surprised and did not misinterpret the friendly gesture. But it did mean a level of trust that Renato probably did not share with many other people at school. David though about this for a split second and without thinking much at all he put his hand on Renatos chest as well, then to his arm where he gave Renato’s bicep a slight squeeze.

The two remained silent as they finished off their first slice of pizza, talking only long enough to decide to move to the couch to watch some TV while they ate more. Renato placed his plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa and continued eating with a knife and fork. David at first sat at the edge of the sofa and watched television. He adjusted his position and pulled his legs up onto the couch in a quasi-squat position, with his legs somewhat spread open and his toes dug into the cushion below him. David saw Renato glancing his way a few times, a brief smile flashing across his face each time he did. He was suddenly nervous, David could see it but could not figure out why. Perhaps he felt self-conscious about the cultural miscues.

For a few minutes, David was pulled into the television show, a rerun of Friends that made him laugh and relax. He sunk into the couch and crossed his legs underneath his body, his back still to the inside arm of the couch so that his body was mostly facing Renato while his head was turned towards the television. He was suddenly pulled out of the TV show as a hand made its way up the left leg of his basketball shorts. They were loose and provided zero resistance to the intruder. David froze and stopped breathing while Renato continued rubbing his leg in slight circles. His hand inching closer to the growing mound trapped in David’s white briefs.

David found the will to inhale and he turned to Renato who was paying no mind to who was on a break and how hot was the copy girl. Renato’s face was intently focused on David’s package as he slipped his other hand up the David’s right leg. He wanted to say something but didn’t. If Renato had not been filled with every type of youthful lust he might have noticed the look of fear and dread in David’s eyes, but he was intently set on a goal. David opened his mouth and put out a sound that could best be described as a moan. Renato took this as consent and briefly smiled again as he looked up and saw David’s head tiled back slightly, his mouth agape.

The young Brazilian man, far more experienced than his American friend, slipped his fingers under the leg bands of David’s briefs and from two directions began to explore the massive ball sac that held the largest testicles Renato had ever touched and an already too thick “piroca,” as the Brazilians call it, that was at least 18cm long and still not fully hard. Filled with desire and curiosity, Renato slipped David’s dick through one of the leg bands in his briefs and the whole package easily plopped out of the loose shorts.

Undeterred and not asking questions, Renato pulled on David’s thighs to bring him into a more reclined position and facilitate access. He quickly dove mouth first onto the massive donkey dick he had just discovered and gulped as much of it as he could in one go. He was experienced but nothing he and his cousins, or neighborhood friends, had tried ever came close to this size. As it grew in his mouth it seemed to push him away and he could not take it all in. He desperately wanted to inhale every inch of the massive member until his nose was buried in the untouched virgin patch of pubic hair he saw nearly a foot away from him.

He continued to open his mouth and throat as much as he possibly could, pushing his limits with each cock dive he took. He was struck by the beauty of this dick. It’s color, it’s taste of man, the incredible heat it generated like it was filled at its core with magma. He was relegated to mostly working the head of David’s enormous cock and licking up and down the sides of the giant shaft. As he did this, he played with David’s balls, sometimes licking them, sometimes pulling them into his mouth while he used David’s heavy bat to beat his brow and the top of his head. He was mesmerized and made love to every millimeter of David’s dick.

Though several minutes had passed, David had yet to utter a word. The word he most wanted to say was stop, but that was a different part of him. The part of him that had a Brazilian suckling on his rod, that part was in control right now. He had fantasized about this many times but each time he had shoved the thought away, cursed it for being wrong and sinful and busied himself with anything and everything to not focus on the dirty ideas that seemed to come at him and wanted to pollute him at every opportunity. But where does one push dirty thoughts when a dirty little cocksucker is attached like a newborn calf to his never-seen-it-that-huge-before manhood?

He grabbed Renato’s shoulders and pushed him away suddenly, abruptly. Renato was immediately frightened. Pulled from a moment of utter ecstasy, all he could see in David’s darkening gaze was a fury and determination he had never before witnessed.

“You want to suck cock, you faggot?” David heard someone say. It sounded like he had said the words but the whole thing felt out of body. A hard slap whipped Renato’s face and he fell on the floor like a rag doll discarded after too much use.

His eyes filled with fear and a stinging pain now woke him from all the pleasure he had been feeling. He was about to stand and apologize when he noticed David was not coming after him. Instead, he had quickly moved further down the couch so that he was briefly laying on the couch. To strip off his pants, David planted his feet firmly and pushed his hips up into the air. His massive cock, still hard and gleaming with Renato’s spit and throat juice, jetted up into the living room air like a massive antenna, his own Washington Monument: straight, tall, proud and thick. With a quick movement, David pulled his shorts and underwear down past his ass cheeks and then curled up into a ball to pull them completely past his legs. He plopped back down, naked from the waist down, his dick and balls fully free and exposed.

“Puta,” he said, looking directly into Renato’s soul. “I asked you a question. You want to suck cock?”

Renato nodded hurriedly, nervously, not sure when he had permission to return but suddenly more turned on than ever.

“Then come choke on this until I am so far down your throat, you can feel me opening your ass from the inside,” David growled.

Renato felt a surge of adrenaline and leapt onto the couch, landing in between David’s legs. As soon as he was close enough, David roughly grabbed him by his hair and yanked him onto his dick, pushing down in the same motion. “You don’t get to come up for air until I see my cock bulging out of your chest! You got that you cock sucking pussy?”

David was truly not sure who was speaking. He knew he was not possessed in the Exorcist sense but something wild and untamed had taken over. In a brief second of panic he let go of Renato and put his hand softly on his jaw, pulling him up for his first long breath in a while. “Am I hurting you?” he asked Renato, trying to find a reason to stop and defeat whatever it was that had taken over.

The look of bliss on Renato’s face would have answered the question on its own. “Fuck no, David. This is the best dick I have ever seen in my life! Make me suck it! Sou puto sim, quero piroca de macho!”

David’s Portuguese was not well developed but this was close enough to Spanish that he knew the little bitch wanted a man’s cock. Whatever resolve against this urge might have been building on the basis of doing Renato harm, it completely dissolved.

“Ok, you fucking little slut!” said David, jumping up and again grabbing Renato by the hair and pulling his head as far back as it would go, though Renato’s eyes remained glued to David’s massive babymaker. His stare was hunger, it was want, it was need. He craved a fat cock in that moment and no humiliation could be called suffering if it meant he would get that back inside him somehow. “I am going to give you all of it. Every inch. I tried to let you suck it the nice way but your fucking face cunt couldn’t do it. Now comes the hard way.”

David pulled on Renato’s hair until he had positioned him against the opposite arm of the sofa, his head completely dangling off the edge of the couch. In that position, David threw his leg over the young Brazilian so that he was straddling him, his head now trapped between David’s thighs, David’s ass on his chest and his balls on the Latino’s chin.

David grabbed his dick which had been resting on Renato’s nose and he leaned back just enough to slide it into Renato’s mouth. In this position, he was too easily hitting the roof of Renato’s mouth, so he leaned forward enough that the angle worked and he hit Renato’s throat. As soon as he felt the opening, he pushed down with all his body weight. Renato’s eyes nearly burst with the pressure. His throat burned, it hurt more than anything he had ever felt but he wanted to be face fucked, face raped. He had never known he wanted this but in the moment, he was in a rhapsody of pain, slobber and bliss.

David pushed until his pubic hairs were deeply nestled in Renato’s face. If he blinked, Renato’s eyes could feel the thick hair like some fucked up butterfly kiss. He instinctively tried to swallow, as if by swallowing he could lessen the immense pressure he was feeling. David felt the muscles tighten and this only drove him more wild. He began to fuck Renato’s face with a fury he had never once imagined. With each thrust a thunderous torment of insults and curse words flew out of him like the first streams of cum that would soon fill Renato’s esophagus. “Fucking little pussy bitch! You want to seduce me? You want to touch without fucking permission you vile faggot? I will show you how a man takes what he wants from little servant boys with pussies for mouths. Yeah, that’s you. Look how big the pussy hole on your face is stretching. Yeah, open up lady boy. What’s wrong, too much dick? Didn’t you want it? Didn’t you try and take it when I wasn’t looking? Fuck around and find out little pussy bitch! This is a man filling your face and throat”

At one point Renato was about to pass out and David quickly jumped off and turned around, holding Renato in the same position on the couch. He again leaned forward but with this angle he could mostly stand straight while he face fucked Renato whose nose was now being closed off with each thrust as David’s massive sac completely covered his nose and nostrils when he went balls deep. Renato’s eyes also gained access to a new feast – David’s incredible ass. He was not sure if he could touch it so he just began to caress the trench while getting used to David’s thrusting.

David noticed it but he did not care. He was close to nutting and the fact that he could see his own dick pushing into his cocksucker’s body as far as Renato’s clavicle only intensified the lust he was letting course through his body. For once it was not porn, it was not a jerk off session fed by Tumblr. There was a human attached to his cock. Time seemed to slow slightly, the energy and feelings intensified. He glanced down, seemingly his head moving slowly, and he saw a massive wet stain marking most of Renato’s crotch.

He smiled. “Did I make you cum bitch? Your face pussy hole wired down to your cock you tiny little puto?”

Renato nodded from somewhere underneath David and this made the young man all the more horny. Without saying a word he grabbed tight Renato’s chest, finding his nipples through his shirt and pinching both of them mercilessly. Renato wanted to give out a scream but all this did was open his throat just enough that David was as deep as he had ever been in his Brazilian’s talking twat. The extra inch was a massive thrill and he began to cum. It seemed like he was feeding the young foreigner liters of ejaculate. It took him a long time compared to his prior experience, to empty out his balls.

David let go of Renato’s nipples and began to pull out of him. Renato tried to nurse the last drops of spunk from David’s dick as it was being pulled out of his mouth. But something had changed. It was sudden and very dark as if all the doors had blown open and a northern wind had chilled the room by fifty degrees. David did not look at Renato and quickly put his dick away. He grabbed the silverware and plate from the coffee table and went to place it in the kitchen sink. Renato followed him, now worried.

“Are you ok, David,” he tried to say, though his throat had clearly taken a beating.

David looked at him through tear-filled eyes, “I am sorry, Renato! I am sorry!”

“It’s ok, that was awesome,” he said, moving closer to give David a hug.

“No!” David yelled suddenly. “No, you should go. Please. Please go.”

The man who had owned him a minute ago had shriveled and was now completely gone. “Ok,” Renato answered. “Just bring my stuff to class tomorrow.”

David saw Renato walk out and wished for something he could do to turn back time, something to undo what he had just done, all of it. A few more tears escaped his guilt-ridden eyes and he could not find relief anywhere. He put the living room back in order, opened a window for some air and was relieved that Renato had taken all of his semen down his throat. He knew he came buckets and it would have been hell to clean that up on top of everything else.

With a jolt, David was pulled from his memories. His dick straining underneath his pants. Someone had bumped his leg as they walked past him towards the bus door. His coat was covering up the unexpected erection but David adjusted a bit anyway to relieve some of the pressure created by his pants. One more stop and he would need to get up and walk into his office.
 
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Root Cause Ch 3: Dana Clinic​

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As David exited the bus, he crossed the street and walked briskly towards the Dana Clinic Building where he worked. The research facility mostly focused on diabetes and other diseases of the endocrine system. His work, on the other hand, was both very secret and potentially quite controversial. He worked alongside a team of about ten researchers and as many research assistants, handpicked by the President’s Advisor on Science and Technology from a catalog of names and faces belonging to the offspring of America’s richest families.

David walked past the LGBTQ offices on the ground floor and found his usual elevator. As the doors opened, Jeff, the LGBTQ Center Director walked out and gave David a warm hello. “Hi there David, how have you been?”

“I’m great, Jeff, thanks,” David answered quickly as he shuffled into the elevator and awkwardly waved goodbye with one hand and pressed the button for his floor with the other. “See you later!”

The doors closed and David went back to thinking about his work. Yale had agreed to host this research as it came with a massive grant of nearly one billion dollars. This had been awarded shortly after a large Republican victory in Congress handed both chambers over to the GOP, with a nearly veto proof majority in the Senate and more than a few scared midwestern Democrats following along with whatever the new leadership put on the table.

Among the funding that the new Congress approved were multiple measures to research sexual health topics. Specifically, a dozen or so schools were tapped to research topics like gender dysphoria, suicidality in transsexual youth, the long-term health implications of transitioning, the mysterious and severe drop in male sperm counts, the health benefits of circumcision, and the root causes of same-sex attraction. Additional funding was available for universities that identified potential health issues that could be prevented or treated.

At Yale University, researchers quickly published their findings on two related areas of research and this allowed them to apply for an additional grant of an unheard of, $947 million dollars, at least unheard of in the health sciences, to be spent over ten years. The researchers confirmed findings, long ago published by other scientists, that homosexuality was not genetic but was instead a condition created in utero when the mother’s body rejected or suppressed testosterone produced by the fetus. These conclusions proved controversial in terms of the implication that homosexuality was an endocrinal abnormality but were as yet unrefuted by other research. The mechanism seemed to involve the mother’s body actively seizing and filtering out testosterone produced by the fetal testes which would have normally masculinized the brain and other physical features like the penis. The absence of testosterone could leave the child without verifiably male genitals, though this was quite rare, or much more commonly, it could result in some level of same-sex attraction.

In a separate study the researchers also identified much higher suicide rates among gay teens than the population at large. The conclusions in this case were expected and confirmed other research on the topic. Much of this seemed to be caused by the degree to which teens considered their same-sex attraction to be a source of unhappiness. Most teens adjusted well but a striking number suffered from depression and went on to hurt themselves. This trend could be seen in both religious and non-religious communities and did not seem to be impacted by economic status or parental levels of education.

Researchers estimated that among the 3.7 million children born every year, 110,000 of them would develop a strong same sex attraction as adults. Of these, about 60% would struggle with depression, 70% with anxiety, and suicidality was four times higher among this population group. Many more would die from drug abuse, a loss rarely attributed to sexual identity but as researchers found, this was often a factor. While some research programs at other universities were looking at cures for depression or psychological approaches to encourage self-acceptance, Congress also had asked research universities to consider the development of a voluntary cure for same-sex attraction. Yale had put forward one such proposal.

David entered his research lab and was immediately greeted by Mark. “Hey slugger, why the long face?” he asked.

“Hey, Mark, no long face here, just another day in the salt mines, mining for nothing in particular apparently.”

Mark smiled, he was a charming man, handsome and a little younger than David, but not by much. He had come to work at the facility through a series of unexpected twists and turns. Though he himself was comfortably exploring all aspects of his sexual attraction, his brother had committed suicide when he was only 16. It was a devastating loss for Mark and his parents. They knew what he was going through, it was a bit obvious. They did not push him to date girls or ask about his personal life and they constantly left hints that they loved him and nothing he could say would change that. They brought gay friends over and showered the guests with love and affection to show Devin, Mark’s younger brother, that there was nothing to fear in their home. They talked to the school and ensured that the school’s anti-bullying programs included protection and promotion of programs to help young gay kids feel supported.

None of it had been enough. One day Mark walked into Devin’s bedroom to see why he was not ready for school and he found him lying in his bed. His body dressed in a suit and tie and a note clutched in his lifeless fingers. In the note he apologized for not being the man he thought he should be and thanked them for their unconditional love. The note went on to say that he did not want a life like this and that he dressed in his best suit to make the burial easier for his parents. He apologized over and over, some of the words marred by likely tear stains the boy had cried as he wrote those final lines. Mark too wept for days. He could not speak at the funeral and spent nights curled up in his brother’s bed trying to bind the smell of his pillow and sheets to his mind so that he would never forget a single detail about him. It was months before he could smile again, but the pain of his loss was just a tiny detail away. A favorite song, a favorite food, an image of a favorite artist on TV, there were so many things that reminded him of Devin and they were everywhere.

“Hey, why don’t you let me buy you a cup of coffee,” Mark asked motioning with his head towards the coffee machine in the break room.

“I brought my own,” David said, “mom cooked it up for me, it’s still piping hot.”

Mark smiled again. “Ok, then come drink it next to me while I get one of my own.” He nodded as if to answer his own invitation.

David returned the smile and softened his shoulders as he followed his handsome colleague into the break room. The room was empty as usual and Mark simply pointed to a table in the corner, signaling where David should go park himself. He made his coffee from the shared fancy espresso machine and dropped a dollar in the coffee jar. He added some half and half to his double espresso and walked over to where David sat quietly and from where he had been watching the lithe body of the former college baseball player make himself coffee. David and Mark were casually friendly colleagues, which meant they were approachable and at times shared a few pieces of non-work information, but David guarded himself. He knew this research was controversial and could someday destroy his career and perhaps more. He did not want anyone to know about his family, who they were or where they lived and so his conversations had been either purely surface level or related to work.

As Mark sat, he put his hand on David’s arm. David instinctively recoiled but caught himself. Mark noticed the jolt and appreciated the small bit of trust David had shown him. “Do you know why I came to work here, David?” he asked in a soft tone that indicated the time of few personal details was about to be ordained to history.

“I lost my brother four years ago,” he said. “He hated being gay and there was nothing we could do to make him feel well. We tried. We poured out our love at every opportunity. We told him we were so proud of the person he was becoming, so kind and generous, so deeply concerned with the wellbeing of others. He was so creative, it was crazy. I had no doubt he was going to grow up to be a phenomenal musician, I still have some of his orchestral compositions with me. He was phenomenal.”

Mark’s eyes were filling with tears. David was not used to this, much less at work, but he could not walk away now. Mark was trusting him and, if he was honest with himself, he already understood why he had decided to share these intimate details of his life with him.

“I don’t know what we could have done differently, except for one thing,” Mark said, choosing his words carefully, speaking them in the cadence of someone asking a grave and serious question in a way that would not risk being misunderstood. “I would have just asked him if he was gay so that he wouldn’t feel like this was burden he had to carry or a process he had to go through alone. We thought it was better to let him come to terms with how he felt on his own. It was terrible and costly mistake.”

David opened his mouth as if to speak, his right hand moved gently atop Mark’s which was still holding his other arm. A few tears began to escape David’s eyes, welling up so that he could not see clearly anymore. He did not want to wail, he did not want to embarrass himself but something had broken inside of him and it needed to get out. Mark saw it building and quickly rose up, walked to the door to close and lock it from inside the break room. It was doubtful anyone would interrupt them this early in the day but just in case.

“It’s Ok, David. I’ve been watching you. I’ve seen you go from an energetic, happy man to someone whose eyes bear the same pain as my brother’s did before he passed.” Mark spoke with compassion and a tenderness that David did not how to interpret or even why it was directed at him at this moment.

“I don’t want to be like this,” David said, his shoulders suddenly shaking as he was filled with a dread and sadness he could not in no way contain, control or even influence. Waves of tears shook him. Years of self-loathing crested and crashed over him and he had nothing to do except feel their weight, surrender to their force and hope there was relief somewhere in sight. Mark had leaned in close, he was now holding David in his arms and he began to gently kiss his forehead. He held him tight and for what seemed like hours. No man had held him this way, ever. David only understood the warmth and the safety inside of Mark’s embrace. It was as if the arms wrapped around his back and the hand cupping the back of his head could steady him against the unrelenting tides of emotion that had suddenly taken over his body.

After a few minutes he felt himself beginning to regain some control. He noticed Mark had kissed him on the cheek. This startled him and he leaned back, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know, David,” Mark answered, his brow betraying at least some level of confusion. “I just wanted you to feel loved.”

“Love?” David asked, wiping away tears. “Why would you love me? We’re co-workers, barely friends.”

Mark smiled again, wiping his own tears from his eyes, he leaned forward to again grasp David’s hands in his. “I love you because you are my brother. Because you are my hope to save others like him. I love you because you are kind and smart and because you want to solve this riddle more than anyone in this facility. I wasn’t sure at first but for the past year as your joy subsided and you fell into this funk, I became convinced that you hated the fact that you like men.”

“David,” Mark asked, coming closer still to him. “Have you ever tried making love to man? Giving into your attraction in a way that honors how you were made?”

Dave was more than confused by this question. “I just told you I hate this part of me, you know it’s torture, now you are asking if I ever gave into it?”

“As I see it, there are two choices when you discover that you like men. One is to fight it tooth and nail, hate yourself forever and perhaps attempt to pretend you are only attracted to women,” Mark said flatly. “This could lead to a lot of unhappiness if part of your pretense involves marriage and children. But there is another choice which is to just embrace how you feel. Accept that you are different, one of the 3%, and lean into the special experiences only men can give one another.”

David recoiled again, this time abruptly. His confusion caused Mark to crack a smile. “David, I want you to find a cure so that men who hate themselves can be well. I don’t know for certain if that is the right thing to do, I am sure gay rights groups will want to burn us alive if they find out what we’re doing, but my gut tells me giving people the option is the right thing. But we may never find the cure. We certainly won’t with you walking around in a general state of fuck-it-all. Have you ever given it an honest try?”

“It?” David repeated, in a heavy sardonic tone. “By ‘it’ you mean fuck a guy? If so, yes, I have fucked a few men.”

“And?” Mark asked. “How did it feel?”

David paused. He was not sure what to make of Mark. He was second only to David in his eagerness to find a treatment but here he was kissing him and asking him if he had ever made love to a man. David was not sure what to do with this, but he wanted to trust someone, he needed to trust someone, he had been sliding into despair and an occasional morning wank was not going to solve his problems. He let down his defenses and decided he would be forthright. “It felt fine in the moment,” David admitted his face pointed downwards. “But the good feeling did not last past the nut.”

Mark let out a hearty laugh. He understood post-nut regrets better than many. “Sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to laugh but you are not the first man to regret sex after the semen clears the system.”

“But tell me,” he continued, “how do other men respond to you during sex? Do they seem to enjoy it, do they pursue you afterwards?”

David shrugged. “Some do. Some complain I am too rough, they ask me to make love to them but that’s not my thing. Some follow me around like puppies but I rarely want to have sex again right away, so they get tired of waiting for another heat to hit me.”

“Heat?” Mark said with a wry smile. “Oh, my.” He paused and let out a long breath through his nose. He stared intently at David. “Tell me, David, when you say that the sex is rough, what do you mean?”

Again, David shrugged. “You know, I fuck their faces hard, call them names, slap them around. They all whimper and some complain but no one leaves and no one tells me to stop. So I just fuck them hard, as hard as I can. Sometimes they fuss that they bled because I hate using a ton of lube and I’m kind of big, but fuck’em. They came to dance they can’t bitch and moan about the boots I’m wearing.”

Mark’s face distorted into a quizzical frown. Suddenly, in a moment of apparent clarity, he reached out and placed his hand on the back of David’s neck and gently pulled him closer. David was confused but did not resist. “I want you to trust me, David. This will be different.”
 
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Root Cause Ch 4: A Kiss​

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Mark pulled David closer and for a brief prelude, David let it happen at Mark’s pace. He had never kissed a man in any of his prior experiences and though he was not officially opposed to the idea, he was also not seeking it out as kissing seemed far more intimate in his mind than the random blow job or even anal sex.

As Mark placed his lips on David’s, David immediately noticed his lips were dry. He did not want this to be uncomfortable and so he slid his tongue between the two of them, wetting both their lips. Mark pulled back slightly, a bright smile plastered on his face. He came back towards David and kissed his lower lip, sucking in the flesh a bit, just enough to let David know someone was taking him in slowly. Mark was an excellent kisser and as David surrendered himself to the expert, he felt Mark go from suckling on his lower and upper lips to having his mouth instinctively opened wide as Mark dove in to glide his tongue across David’s own. At one point, Mark captured David’s tongue and sucked on it as well, much as he had done to his lip, so that it seemed to float out of David’s mouth.

David began to feel an intense desire. Two hours ago he did not know Mark was gay, bisexual or whatever he was, and now all he wanted to do was capture, own and destroy every inch of the man’s body. Without thinking, and in line with his prior experiences, he grabbed Mark by the hair and yanked him back, pulling the handsome man out of what had just a second ago been a thoroughly enjoyable first kiss. Mark looked bewildered. His mouth was still agape, his tongue floating just past his lips, just as it had been in David’s mouth, and it too did not know what had just happened.

Mark managed a smile, his head still cocked back. His teeth, all in perfect alignment, undoubtedly the result of expensive orthodontics, and a crisp ivory white, were about to move as he seemed to have something to say when he was suddenly confronted with a massive chug of spittle. His face was now covered in David’s saliva.

“You want to show me how to love man faggot?” David said through gritted teeth, a look of absolute lust imprinted on his face, “let me first show you how a man fucks.’

Mark let out a chortle that quickly escalated into convulsions of laughter. David’s lust left his face like leaves strewn in a brisk wind and he was now the one that looked utterly confounded. His sexual partners had always responded with eager anticipation and surrender. Mark’s laughter was confusing and humiliating. He had already let go of Mark’s hair which he wore short with slightly more length on top, apparently enough for sex-crazed macho fuckers to grab a grip. The effect was carefree and sporty, as he if he were ready to film a cologne commercial for Giorgio. David’s manhandling had mussed up the do but with one quick pass of his hand, Mark rearranged the whole thing.

He was coming off of his one person comedy hour and stood up to grab some napkins and wipe the spittle off of his face and shirt.

“The fuck, David!” he said, the eternal, ever-confident smile still adorning his handsome Italian face. His deep brown eyes looked at David who was now clearly in the throws of some self-pity and doubt. His tone softened, “Where did that come from? We were having a good time.”

“Guys all seem to like it,” David said, his eyes downcast.

“What guys, exactly?” asked Mark. “Mostly guys in the closet?”

“Yes,” answered David, still refusing to look up. “And a couple of really effeminate guys too, they really get into it.”

“David, for whatever reason that I am not going to unravel anytime soon, some men like to be dominated and humiliated as part of sex. It’s part of their enjoyment. Have you ever tried softer sex? Something where your goal is to make love to the other person?” Mark asked, his tone was calming, David was able to finally reestablished eye contact.

“I thought that’s what we were doing,” he answered, disclosing that he was clearly on a different plane than Mark.

“At the start, yes, we were,” Mark explained. “At the start, I was trying to make you feel good and you were doing the same. We were each looking for ways to pleasure the other. At least that’s what I was doing.”

“Not what I was doing at all,” replied David a bit sheepishly. This caused Mark to again chuckle.

“I know, David. The shower of spit part gave you away,” he said, as he slowly shook his head. He seemed to be searching for a better approach to reaching David, one that did not require a face shield or special raincoat.

David too was unsure what to do next. He didn’t understand what Mark was talking about, he clearly had crossed some line that made the experience not enjoyable, but this was the only cake he knew how to bake. He had never practiced other recipes which he had considered not just dull but clearly bereft of passion and urgency. “I fucked it up, I guess,” he said finally, breaking a minute of silence that seemed to have lasted a century. “I’m sorry.”

Mark put his hand back on David’s thigh where it had been playing with an impressive mound of growing flesh during their kiss but was now considerably less hard. “We need to actually do some work today, but are you free tonight?” Mark asked.

David’s relief was palpable and as he relaxed the tension in the room seemed to relax with him, as if all the air molecules went from a state of immovable suspension to their natural ebb and flow. “I was just planning to go the gym and then home, no other plans,” he answered, an involuntary and hopeful smile briefly passing through his lips.

“Let’s go work. I need to check on the last assays in the lab that are maturing today. I doubt we nailed the structure of the receptor binders, but every failed experiment is one we don’t have to do again. How about I join you at the gym and then we go to my place?” Mark asked, giving David’s leg a squeeze and throwing him a playful wink all the same time.

David felt one last volley of emotions, this time it was mostly gratitude. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

“And what would you have me do?” replied Mark as he leaned in and gave David a final brief peck on the lips which David instinctively reciprocated. “I cannot give up on the top researcher here and more importantly, I cannot let another beautiful soul crash and burn. I can’t bear to see someone barreling into the dark like that. If it is in my power to help, I will.”

David nodded and the two left the break room. It was about five degrees cooler outside the room than inside and David felt the refreshing sensation immediately. He peeled off his coat, switched into his lab gear and began to analyze his own experiment results to decide what factors he might adjust for the next trial. He got glimpses of Mark throughout the day. There was a beauty to his masculinity that drew David in. A strength and a confidence in his gait, a lightness and joy in his stance, he was all man and he was completely sure of himself, not only unencumbered by the fear of what others might say or think but also seemingly unphased by his own internal voice. There seemed to be no judge and jury permanently stationed inside his mind telling him why he was insufficient or why he was not ideal or why he could never be fully happy. If such a weight hung on him, his strength was all the more remarkable for how little strain he showed, none at all in fact.

David had always been drawn to him but now he was offering more of himself and he had to admit he wanted to experience eternal minutes with his colleague. This was a term David’s mother liked to use. For her these were those interactions or brief events that may have lasted a flash, a tiny second, perhaps a bit longer if she was lucky, but immediately became part of the permanent collection of memories that she did not want to ever lose and to which she returned often. The first time she saw her children’s faces, the first kiss from her husband, the last kiss as well. The light that pierced the tear her mother shed the day she first boarded a plane from Medellin to Miami.

David loved this concept but felt he was still looking to build such memories. Something instinctively pushed him towards Mark, as if in the handsome researcher there would be moments of abandon, moments of rest, moments of trust where his body could surrender in the hands of another who sought to give him pleasure and to create in him a deeper sense of peace. He wanted this in part because something in him told him this was perhaps what Mark had meant, but he also wanted this because it was Mark who was offering. He wanted to inhale his confidence, consume his manliness in a way that would seed something new in his own being. He did not know the words for any of this except perhaps for longing. He longed for the man he had only kissed for the first time a few hours back but who would surely change his life if he kissed him again. He was sure of it.

In one instance where David’s stare was too obvious and too long, Mark caught the scientist observing him from across the room. He smiled an untroubled, insouciant smile. He then looked around him to see if anyone else was looking and in a few nimble motions opened his lab coat, grabbed a hold of his full package and gave it a very noticeable squeeze and solid tug. David smiled and looked up at his face, in time to catch Mark winking at him playfully. It would only be a few more hours, thought David.

As his eyes traveled back to his work, a smile still on his face, David noticed one of the tanks holding twenty rats from his most recent experiment had all segregated by sex. One male rat was even mounting another male with the sheer abandon only an animal could permit himself. “That’s the opposite of what we’re trying to do fellas,” David sighed and returned to his work, hopeful that five o’clock would come quickly.
 
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Root Cause Ch 5: The Workout
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The two men walked quickly from the lab and down the stairs towards the exit. The gym was just five blocks away and the walk would be a good brief warm-up to their workouts.

“Hi David, Hi Mark,” a sing-song voice rang out as the two men were opening both sides of the double doors to exit the building. They both turned to see Jeff, the Director of the LGBTQ center, locking up his door and hurrying towards them as if it was important to take advantage of their strength to pry open the public exit.

“Hey, Jeff,” answered Mark. “How was your day today?” As he spoke, Jeff passed between them to exit the building. Mark put his hand gingerly on Jeff’s back, letting it fall to his lower back in what seemed a meaningless but friendly touch. David noticed it and wrinkled his brow ever so slightly. The three men were headed in the same direction and talked as they went.

“It was great, these are the days that make it worthwhile,” he answered, genuinely enthused. “We had a kid come in today, just torn apart with guilt. His parents are super religious and told him they could not keep supporting him if he insisted on dating boys. They told him when he is 18, he will need to move out and that is in three weeks.”

“Oh gosh,” said Mark, clearly concerned. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Oh, that’s kind of you, Mark. He is actually very well adjusted emotionally he was just not ready to be on his own so soon. In many ways, it makes my job much easier. We are built to help with these situations,” he said cheerfully. “I set him up with a job, a small rent-controlled apartment, and a group counseling session twice a week, mostly so he can make friends and help others. Nothing is as powerful to beat depression as helping others,” Jeff said as he stopped at his usual bus station.

“That is indeed an incredible day,” Mark said, touching Jeff’s arm for emphasis. Jeff seemed unaffected by this and David wondered if their friendship was deeper than the passerby relationship he had not bothered to nurture with Jeff. “Really, this just makes my day too! Thank you for what you’re doing Jeff!”

Jeff blushed. “Ah, like I said, days like this are the reason.”

With that, he saw his bus arriving and hurried inside, giving the two men a quick wave and goodbye as he went. Mark smiled and without saying a word, his body moved with the obvious intent to resume their walk to the gym.

The two men entered the gym and went to their assigned lockers where clean workout clothes and fresh towels were carefully folded by staff every night. This was one of the most expensive gyms in New Haven but the two men were single, educated and neither had kids. The thousand dollar a month fee was fine by them for the privacy and service they received. It was a gym that was never crowded and the staff were extraordinarily service-oriented.

“Dr. Cox, Dr. Lopez, welcome back. Please enjoy your workout and let me know if there is anything you need,” Maureen said from behind the concierge counter as the two ran their gym FOBs over a scanner and glass doors opened, as if by magic, to let them both inside. Maureen Hanes had been with Andros Gym for nearly twenty years and knew every member by sight, from a block away. She knew their gate, their habits and their likes and dislikes. She knew that Dr. Cox would want a green, sugar free smoothie after his workout and that Dr. Lopez liked to be left alone but really valued fresh linens and bear fat soap for his showers. The two men had never come in together but she knew where they worked and as with all things at this gym, nothing was ever strange, unexpected or amiss.

Mark leaned in close to Maureen and whispered something into her ear, smiling as he spoke. ‘That fucking smile,’ though David. ‘How does he sustain that smile everywhere he goes?’

Mark was now walking towards him and this pulled David from his thoughts. They walked together into the locker room and both remarked that it was strange after working together for three years they had never worked out together. “I guess I make a habit of coming in the morning,” said Mark. “My apartment is walkable from here and I don’t like working out in the evenings, it leaves me a little ramped up with adrenaline.”

As he spoke, Mark opened his locker and began to undress. “Oh,” replied David, wondering if perhaps this had been a bad idea. “You don’t have to work out now, then, if you don’t want to; I get not being able to sleep if you work out hard right before bed.”

Mark pulled down his pants and boxer briefs in one quick motion and stood back up as he stepped out of them, “I think I’ll find something useful to do with my energy tonight.” Mark’s dick was stunning to David’s eyes. He had rarely touched or cared about his partners’ junk when he fucked them. If he did, it was more as a handle to yank them closer than as an effort to give them pleasure. Twice he had just grabbed both twigs and berries in one gruff fistful and pulled hard on men whose bodies may have been having second thoughts about what David’s massive dick was doing to them.

But Mark naked was something different for David. His feet were wide and thicker than his own. Mark’s feet had particularly high arches which made him appear faster, more agile. The dusting of hair on his toes and the tops of his feet was barely there but the scene quickly exploded into a thick coat all the way up to his thighs, thinning out considerably at his hips, and perhaps his buttocks, David imagined as he had yet to see the rear half. He was tall, at least six foot two, and the length and thickness of his legs, unusual for a man of his height, gave him the appearance of incredible athleticism. And then the dick; Mark’s soft, heavy penis hung slightly below his scrotum which itself was pulled down low and swung like a pirate ship carnival ride. His balls were also covered in a dusting of hair while his thick, uncircumcised cock seemed to sprout from a nest of dark, soft wool. It was not hard but it was already larger than the average erect man.

David blushed. He was starting to sport wood which he did not know how to manage if they were going to seriously work out. He smiled at Mark and hurriedly tried to think of less pleasant things. He decided to focus on getting ready and looked into his locker as he too began to undress. The locker door was open in such a way that he could not see what Mark was doing anymore and this helped calm him down as he had already been at half full mast. He pulled off all his clothes and stood there naked, finally feeling more in control in the cool locker room and away from Mark’s one-man sex buffet.

He grabbed the first article of clothing on the pile in front of him. As laundry turnaround time could be as much as 48 hours, members were advised to keep three full sets of workout clothes at the gym. Each set was washed and folded together so that members could dress without hunting around for socks or shorts. The rest was left to the terrific crew at Andros Gym who ran dozens of loads of wash every day just for gym clothes.

The first item on the pile was one of his favorite tank tops. It was loose, roomy and allowed brief peeks at his nipples, as well as the sides of his full pectorals. He put it on and as he leaned back to push his arm through the sleeve hole his head backed far enough that for the first time in a few minutes, he could again see Mark. The man was standing, still facing David and completely naked, with a solid mass of eight inches of pulsating man sausage standing straight out towards his workout partner and colleague. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape. He was clearly staring at David’s dick which was now hanging straight down but was still a little heavier than usual and hung at least seven inches in its current state.

It was David’s turn to chuckle. He looked around quickly and saw that no one was around. He grabbed his dick by the base and gave it two full round the world twirls, a few drops of per-ejaculate, still there from the earlier excitement, flew off his manhood and splattered on the locker doors below David’s. Mark didn’t bother to check for onlookers as he practically dove to lick them clean, just inches from David’s hardening sausage. Their eyes met and David knew mischief was afoot. With a wry smile braking into a wide open jaw, Mark took David’s dick head into his mouth. David gasped and shuddered. He looked around wildly to make sure there were no witnesses and was about to push Mark away.

Mark ran two round the world circles of his own with his tongue in between David’s massive glans and his foreskin, cleaning up all the pre-cum that David had produced throughout the day. With that, he pulled away before David could protest and walked back to his locker a few feet away. This gave David his first look at the fine hind quarters this bull had developed. They looked like a pair of basketballs squeezed together by sheer muscular force. They were very lightly sprinkled with hair except at the crack where things seemed to get a little more interesting. The skin on his ass was a touch lighter than the rest of him and it was all David could do to keep himself from running over to him, spreading him open like a Tijuana hooker and ravaging him for days.

The ass and quick oral action had a predictable effect and just as David was about to complain, he heard voices coming into the locker room. He turned to face away from the sounds and hurried himself to get dressed, trapping his dick into his waistband and tying the drawstrings tight, in the hopes of avoiding looking outright vulgar with an eleven inch dick, a jock strap and basketball shorts. He looked up again and Mark was next to him, smiling as was his custom, ready to go work out.

The workout was a blend of torture and some of the best lifts David had ever achieved. He decided to try and focus on his workout to avoid getting pulled into the dirtiest thoughts he had entertained in recent memory. The entire session turned out to be one massive battle over blood flow with his demanding member constantly at odds with his legs, thighs and buttocks which were the target muscle groups that evening. His determination to focus on gains meant that he was able to squat a full set at 280 pounds. He felt elated and couldn’t get enough of the pump this weight was producing. But just as soon as he was finished, it was his job to spot for Mark whose deep squats allowed his butt cheeks to chomp and chew their way through the fabric on his shorts, so that by the time he was standing, a search party would have been necessary to go find the middle seam on those poor shorts. With Mark also wearing a jock, there was no end to the distractions.

Mark made no effort at modesty either. At one point, when the pair were each doing sets of leg presses, Mark reached through the leg on his shorts and freed his dick and balls so that they were obscenely outlined and visible to the guys on the space station if any of them were to glance towards Connecticut. Dave turned red and again had to fight a losing battle against his own erection. After an hour of work, with his dick still secured to his waist band, David walked into the locker room to clean up, with Mark close behind. Notwithstanding all of the sexual teasing and general goofoffery, an invented word David’s dad liked to use whenever his kids lost themselves in raucous play, it had been a phenomenal workout and David wondered about switching his schedule to work out with Mark more often.

The two men were exhausted and both stripped quickly, each grabbed a towel from their locker and David also found the small blue plastic box that kept his special soap. Mark picked up the pace and seemed to want to lead David and the latter complied without much thought. The shower room was essentially a giant square with an internal column, also square and measuring about fifteen feet on each side, taking up the center of the room. Mark walked around to the back of the column so that the two men would be largely alone as they showered. They stood next to one another and allowed the water to wash away the salty sweat both had generated during their workout. Mark used the shower gel on the wall but watched intently as David washed himself with the home-made bar of soap he had pulled from his locker.

“Let me help,” Mark said, moving quickly towards David and taking the soap from his hands.

Without asking, Mark took the soap and immediately began rubbing it between David’s hairless globes. David could feel the soap and Mark’s fingers pressing on his hole with each pass and all he could do was expel a low moan and steady himself against the wall.

“You like this,” Mark asked, looking directly at David’s closed eyes.

“Uhhmaooo,” was all David could utter as he opened his eyes and met Mark’s gaze. Mark was now facing him, both of their dicks were hard, with David’s pushing into Mark’s thick bush while Mark had yet to touch skin with his. It was not a sword battle he would ever win, though he did not care. Mark’s hands continued their work behind David, at times gripping fistfuls of cake and at times prying open the path to David’s hole. His fingers and David’s ass were all incredibly soaped up and the constant pressure, along with David’s morning routine, made the first finger easy. It slid in with a louder moan of gratitude coming from somewhere deep in David’s chest.

Mark slid his finger in and out slowly, purposefully switching up the angle of entry to create some give in David’s very tight sphincter. David put his arms around Mark’s torso and let his head rest on his shoulders. As he relaxed and continued to moan in a low purr, Mark began pressing in with a second finger. David yelped inside his mouth when it happened, but he did not push off of Mark.

“Are you ok, David,” Mark asked in the low voice of a caring lover.

He got no spoken response, just a deeper growl that seemed to be coming from even deeper in David’s gut.

Mark smiled, “I got me a real live pussy cat here. This is wonderful.”

After a few more passes of David’s prostate, Mark pulled his fingers out slowly and washed off the remaining soap from his hands and between David’s mountainous cheeks. David had not moved. He was a glob of butter on a hot day that had landed on Mark’s shoulder and for fear that he might melt further, he did not want to move. Mark had plans, though. He pulled back a little and held David’s face in his hands. “Hey partner, beautiful fucking stud, I have a surprise for you.” With this, he landed a kiss on David’s lips, held it for an eternal few seconds, and then stepped back slightly, holding on to one of David’s hands.
 

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(Root Cause Ch 5, continued)

David did not know what to make of it all. He felt carefree and cared for, he felt content and eager for more of this new man he’d discovered. The two went to collect their towels, breaking off their physical contact for the first time in nearly twenty minutes and noticed, for the first time, that there were other men in the shower room. None had gone to the back end of shower room but everyone knew something was different when both men emerged with massive erections that neither seemed interested in concealing. David began to feel their stares and a thin dark ray of self-consciousness began to seep into his mind. It was completely obliterated when Mark’s bright smile found his eyes. David wrapped a towel around his waist, mimicking what Mark had done, and followed him past the lockers, past the steam room and into a door he had never walked through before.

He had assumed it was a utility or storage room and indeed, the room was lined entirely on one side with washers and driers. Across from those a row of waist-high tables were likely meant for folding clothing. Across the room, next to a door to which they seemed to be walking, were shelves of supplies and clean towels. David was confused why they were there or if they should even be there but Mark seemed confident. They walked past the second door and into a large hallway lined with four doors, two on either side. The smells and two cedar doors to his right immediately told him these were dry and steam saunas, but why additional saunas? The steam room next to the showers was large, as was the dry sauna just across from it.

Mark glanced at the doors and walked into a steam room labeled “Tea Tree.” The other door was labeled “Eucalyptus.” As they walked in, David noticed the room was relatively small, perhaps ten feet by twelve with a two-tier, wide bench on one side and a smaller, single-tier bench and a cold water shower on the other. The steam was soothing and David was grateful that he could enjoy it alone with Mark.

“Sit here,” Mark said, pointing to the lower level on the two-tier sauna bench. David pulled off his towel and sat down as asked. Mark also pulled off his towel, hanging both on the wall hooks next to the shower. He then sat on the level above David, carefully positioning himself so that his new friend was sitting between his legs.

Mark began a relaxing massage. The steam and sweat the men were generating was enough lubrication and David felt his head relaxing forward. He was so happy he did not know how someone could be this relaxed. David sank deeper into the sense of contentment he was feeling. He was being caressed and rubbed, up and down his back, on his shoulders, with Mark’s hands and at times his arms to break up knots. Mark expertly worked David’s deltoids and chest, up and down his abdomen, every so often completely enveloping him in his arms when he reached all the way down to grab the largest dick he had ever held in his hands. Nearly every movement was met with a moan or a low, sensual growl from David. At one point, as Mark gripped the too large shaft and slowly jacked it back and forth sheathing and unsheathing David’s massive cock head with his foreskin, David let his head fall back and rest on Mark’s shoulder. This put his lips close to Mark’s and he leaned in to kiss his gooey ball of Jello.

The kiss was tender and full of compassion, love and desire all at once. Mark’s tongue explored David and David in turn began to feel the urgency to dominate rise up in him again, but this was too good. He simply reached up and grabbed the back of Mark’s head and pushed him deeper into their kiss. Their mouths and tongues wrestling and writhing in one or the other’s mouths for another eternal minute. This day had given David several of those brief pauses of time that would stay with him forever.

Mark broke the kiss and slowly stood up. David could feel Mark’s thick, juicy cock, clearly, rubbing his back as he stood. He moved over next to David and lay down on the lower level this time. He pulled his legs up to his chest, revealing his furry hole to David for the first time. “David,” he said, looking directly into David’s eyes, “can you fuck me as if you care about me?”

The question was not a plea or an eager bottom begging for mercy. It was a challenge to David. By now he had figured out that this room was the whisper between Mark and Maureen when they arrived. He had planned it and he apparently knew the facilities better than David. He was not worried about being caught, but could he do what Mark asked? He looked at his willing friend and nodded. He first grabbed a towel and folded it in place so he could kneel in front of Mark. On his knees, about to enter him in a classic missionary position, David did something Mark did not expect.
 

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Root Cause Ch 6: Some Firsts, Some Lasts​



After leaning forward for another kiss, David began to explore Mark’s salty, hairy body with his tongue. He spent what seemed like hours flicking his tongue through Mark’s hairy pits, at times nibbling on the mouthfuls of skin he could suck up with his lips. He played with both nipples, first by sucking on them and later, when he realized how much Mark enjoyed it, by pinching them and tweaking them lightly. What surprised Mark was how often the handsome stud above him checked in on him. He did not say anything but he would bite on his tit and pull up like a dog tearing into his owner’s slippers and, at the same time, he would look up at Mark. Was this ok, does this feel good, does it hurt? These were all unspoken questions David wrote into each of his facial expressions. Mark might smile, moan, throw his head back or even wince. Each time David adjusted, he did more or he did less, his mind seized only with the idea that this experiment was important and deserved every bit of his effort and strength.

When David got to Mark’s impossibly hard cock, he did not hesitate. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and he dove himself into a coughing fit. Mark roared with laughter but David was undeterred.

“A little ambitious with our first cock, aren’t we?” Mark asked. His hand gently stroking David’s cheek.

David was almost upset that Mark could so easily tell it was his first and he redoubled his efforts. He licked and slurped at the massive knob. Remembering what Mark had done, he pulled on his foreskin and ran his lengthy tongue in circles, hitting every ridge and valley along the way. He could taste precum which had previously made him nauseated, but this was Mark. It was the taste of a man who was opening wide the doors to experiences he thought he could never actually enjoy. When he noticed Mark’s frenulum was particularly sensitive, he went after it like it was the last clit on earth and he was Wilt Chamberlain. He continued jacking Mark’s massive cock, this time with two hands, while he made love to the head of the gloriously beautiful cock.

David would periodically come off Mark’s dick and lick and suck on his balls. The first time David managed to get both balls into his mouth at the same time, Mark gasped and shoved David’s face into his crotch, using his legs to pull him down. David wanted Mark to enjoy the fuck and he continued his tour south, pushing Mark’s hips up into the air to give him full access to his anus. The ring that usually prevented two-way access would be conquered today. David began the attack with his tongue. He was not sure what technique to use as he had never done it or had it done to him so he decided to French it like it was the most passionate kiss he had ever given.

David licked and slobbered, pouring copious amounts of dribble around and into the hole. His tongue formed as rigid a spear as he could manage and he used it to tongue fuck Mark’s hole while also shoving more lubricating spit into Mark’s softening rear guard. He would kiss, suck, rub and finger the expanding cavity all at once. He had no pattern to follow, no rule book, he just wanted that ass to feel him and to yield to what was coming. Mark’s response would have made Saint Therese blush. His fingers curled and his back arched as he pushed his ass into David’s incredible tongue and mouth. Encouraged by this response, David began inserting fingers into Mark who, while almost never a bottom, had at least a little experience taking dick. But David knew he was special and that no experience any of his bottoms had claimed up until now had prepared any of them for the ploughing that he delivered.

He worked up to four fingers, at times removing one when he noticed Mark wincing too much in pain. Once he was comfortable with four spit covered digits, he knew Mark might take his horse dick that night.

Keeping the four fingers inside of Mark, turning them slowly while he pushed them back and forth, David went back to Mark for another kiss. Mark was barely there. He kissed David but it was sloppy, messy, full of want and lust and nearly completely lost to his own desire. David knew if he wanted to he could take Mark now, with a forceful fuck that would live in his memory for ever. He could turn Mark into another faggot hungry for horse dick. But something inside him compelled him to give Mark as much pleasure as possible, that was the mission.

David slid his fingers out and, spit on the tip of his dick. It was more habit than anything, Mark was fully lubricated. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice tender and concerned.

Mark looked up for the first time in nearly half an hour and stared intently into David’s eyes, “Don’t you fucking dare stop you fucking beast. I want that fucking cock inside my slutty hole and I don’t want you to stop until your balls are imprinted on my ass from how hard you slam into me.”

David chuckled at this new Mark. “I will make you feel every one of my eleven inches, don’t worry. You are going to get my load deep in your gut tonight. All my babies will be inside you. It doesn’t have to hurt though. Let me make you feel good.”

Mark smiled and let his head drop back again, pulling his knees all the way back until they were under his elbows so that he was pretzel bent into the most accessible position possible. Impressed by how nimble the former baseball player turned out to be, David pointed his dick home. The initial pushes were slight, push an inch, take back three quarters of an inch, repeated slowly a dozen times until David felt the familiar pop of a surrendered sphincter. He saw Mark tense up completely as this happened and held his place while he observed his bottom and felt him trying to relax his ass around the colossal intrusion.

When he felt Mark’s body lose the tension from the initial entry, David continued the work of getting all the way inside him. It did not take as long as popping his fat head into Mark’s rectum, but David took his time anyway. When he was fully inside, Mark could feel David’s balls resting on his ass and the weight and moisture of his skin against his abdomen as David leaned in to gently kiss Mark a dozen times on his chest and face while the former college baseball athlete reveled in a physical and chemical celebration that ran from the opening of his sphincter to the deep part of his brain where all the basic needs are accounted for. Still with his eyes closed, Mark heard David whisper, “Hey Jeter, you want me to cut my anaconda loose inside you?”

David took Mark’s smile for consent and began to long dick the luscious athlete. With every stroke and his massive cock skull always inside of Mark, eight full inches of dick moved in and out of the young man who had never experienced this level of stimulation on his prostate. There was no angle where a dick this thick could miss and the constant rubbing on the walls of his anal cavity and rectum, by what seemed like miles of cock, made him whimper and moan like a lost little puppy. David felt permission to pick up the pace and began hard fucking Mark. First by drilling in and out without slamming all the way into him. Five or six inches of cock moving so fast Mark could barely breathe. The friction and heat were completely foreign to him, he decided that moment that had never been fucked before, never. David then decided to deliver on his promise and Mark’s request, pulling out everything but the last few inches and jack hammering with complete abandon.

Mark’s hole was perfect, tight, it was like fucking a bowl of warm gooey bread dough. The further he pushed the warmer and tighter it became and David was in a state of sexual rapture. He was so deep inside Mark, deeper than any man had ever or would ever be and all he wanted now was to bring him to the best climax of his life. David certainly knew he was close and was afraid of the likely post nut depression that would make him not want to finish Mark off. With a quick movement of his hips, David pulled most of his dick out of Mark. Mark expected this might be a prelude to some serious colon damage but instead he was grateful to feel David’s mouth and tongue wrapping around the tip of his dick once again. David was working the cockhead like he had been on a yearlong keto diet and this was his first ice cream cone. He licked sucked and went as deep as he could, his tongue never stopping. At the same time a sizable percentage of his manhood remained buried inside Mark, fucking him at a furious pace.

It was too much for Mark who began to whimper as the tension in his muscles started to rise. He could feel it, so could David who loved seeing the cocksure baseball player moaning and twisting around the axis of his massive pole. Mark didn’t know what to grab, what to squeeze. He pulled his own hair and clawed at David’s solid tits, he gaped his mouth and uttered senseless gasps, whimpers and the occasional “fucking hell.” David wanted to push him to the edge of paradise and twisted his nipples, harder than he had done before. Mark reciprocated in a nearly mindless fuck zombie state as he felt his release explode from somewhere deeper than his sac.

David felt Mark’s dick harden and thicken. The beating heart he could sense through Mark’s cock also quickened and it was now a war drum beating on his lips and tongue as he held the gorgeous man’s cock in his mouth. Suddenly, with an ear-splitting howl that must have been heard throughout the entire gym, Mark let out stream after stream of ejaculate. As David took his first oral load – his first load ever – he noticed the heat of it, the ooziness, the soft silky texture of the man juice that was now starting to flow out the sides of his mouth and down Mark’s shaft. It tasted of fresh, raw mushrooms from a wooded, dewy glen. Or perhaps fresh oysters in Algarve, eaten beachside.

David savored what he never though he would savor and cleaned up all of Mark’s cum as quickly as he could and when he was finished, he grabbed Mark like a rag doll and stood him on his feet and bent him over underneath the shower. He turned on the cool water, a relief to them both, and grabbed Mark’s hips and filled Mark’s gaping hole in one swift, graceful thrust. Mark moaned and pushed back into David. “You want my babies, Mark? Tell me what you want. Let me hear you say exactly what you want,” purred David into Mark’s ear.

“Uhhhh, fuck,” said Mark, in an unfinished phrase cut off by sheer joy. “Fuck me, David. Get all the way in, push it in further. I want you to move into my ass. Come inside me, fill me up. That’s what I…” he gasped and could not finish his phrase as David has pulled open his cheeks like a stubborn bag of potato chips and created additional space for his body to fill as his cock took it’s deepest dive into Mark’s intestines.

“Daddy made you happy, didn’t he you little fuck monster?” David said, every word accentuated by a nearly violent hammering of his hips into Mark’s completely exposed hole. The water felt good, everything was perfect and David suddenly knew he was ready to climax. David pulled Mark up to his chest, his dick still relentlessly stretching Mark’s sphincters with every push. Mark lay his head back on David’s chest, his back arched so that his ass was still supine and perfectly aligned with David’s tool. David nibbled on Mark’s ear, on his neck. “Your ass is perfect, you are fucking sexy, you man cunt.”

Mark smiled and the smile broke David. He pulled out slightly to make room for the massive load he knew he would be discharging into Mark. Mark suddenly woke from his post nut delirium as he felt David’s penis engorge with blood and thicken as he produced his load. He tilted his chest forward to let some of the water run down his back. David leaned down, still hard and still inside Mark, and began to kiss his back, his traps, the rhomboid muscles and, his new favorite spot on Mark, the deep ridge that separated the perfectly symmetrical halves of his back. He let his tongue fall into the space, it was soft and tasted of salt and water. He didn’t want this to end.

The men washed each other off and walked naked back to their lockers. They did not speak though neither was uncomfortable. A few stares in the locker room might have indicated people heard the commotion. Mark could have woken the dead with his cum scream. But probably it was just that these men were exquisite, they were walking, talking wet-dreams and as they proudly paraded around like prize stallions, naked with well over a foot of soft cock between the two of them, swinging heavily between their legs, any human with a pulse would have looked.



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