Put It Back In Your Mouth… Now.

Joe was the shy and quiet type, a young man who’d long preferred the company of books and his own thoughts more than the crowded bustle of the world around him.

At 22, Joe was still figuring out who he was. He knew he was smart. And he knew that he was easy on the eyes, too. Girls flocked to Joe, often making their horny intentions more than obvious. And while he was certainly no virgin—a status he’d lost during his freshman year of college—Joe lacked confidence and swagger which seemed to complicate his luck with girls.

The other thing that complicated things with the opposite sex was the fact that he wasn’t sure if he was exclusively into girls. He thought that there was a good possibility that he might be into boys too. But he wasn’t sure. He’d never experienced anything sexual with a guy before. But he definitely liked looking at them and their bodies while changing in the locker room at college or at the gym where he worked out.

And too, on the rare occasion when he happened to be in the locker room at the exact same time as a hot jock walking to or from the shower without a towel on, his eyes always darted to what he was most curious about—the guy’s junk. He was fascinated with other dudes’s dicks and ballsacks.

Despite not being exactly proud of his curiosities for cock, he couldn’t deny them either.

Every time he saw a stud at the gym with a big shower swinging in between his legs, Joe would think about that guy’s dick off and on for a day or two, often touching his own cock at the same time.

Sometimes as he was sleeping, he’d dream about the man’s dick, about wanting to touch it or put his mouth around it. Occasionally, those dreams put him on his knees in front of a faceless stranger, close enough to smell the man’s junk, sometimes sticking his tongue out so he could taste the man’s precum.

One dream had him kissing the guy’s dick, running his tongue up and down his shaft, putting his face up against his nuts, sometimes sucking on the dude’s balls. No matter what the details of those dreams were, whenever Joe woke up, his cock was rock hard, usually sporting shimmery beads of precum. He always furiously jerked himself off after having a dream like that.

Though Joe’s desires were a constant hum in the back of his mind, they were also a secret, curiosities he kept hidden behind that shy demeanor of his.

One sunny afternoon, Joe decided to go for a hike…

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