Short stories短篇故事

Dragonboater

Naughty dragonboater suddenly becomes horny for his friend

Wilson wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, already feeling it clinging to his singlet as he hauled the canoe onto the shore. Ryan followed close behind, grinning despite the early hour and effort. "Think Coach will make us do another five rounds?" Wilson asked, flopping onto the grass near the reservoir's edge.

Ryan grunted, "Wouldn't surprise me. He's been pushing us hard recently. Says we have potential for the Nationals."

Coach Lee was… different. Late thirties, lean and perpetually tanned, with a quiet intensity that could feel either motivating or unsettling. Ryan liked him well enough – he seemed genuinely invested in their progress. Wilson, though, always had a slight edge of nervousness around him, like a dog sensing something subtle but potentially threatening.

"He watches us a lot," Wilson commented casually, stretching his arms overhead. "Like, not just technique. Just…watches."

Ryan chuckled. "You're paranoid. He's assessing our form, seeing if we're getting tired."

Coach Lee strolled over, a water bottle in hand. "Good work boys. You're both improving steadily. Ryan, your stroke is really coming along – very powerful. And Wilson, you've got a natural rhythm, excellent endurance." He paused, his gaze lingering on Wilson for a beat too long. "Though you could use some more upper body strength. A little bulk wouldn't hurt."

Wilson flushed slightly. "I'm working on it, sir."

"Good. I've arranged extra weight training sessions next week. Focus on chest and shoulders. Helps with the pull, builds a stronger core." The way he said 'chest' felt…intentional, Ryan thought fleetingly.

"Here, try this, helps with muscle growth." Coach said, handing over an unmarked bottle of what looked like dark apple juice or something similar.

Wilson hesitated for a moment before taking it. "Thanks coach."

Over the next few weeks, Coach Lee subtly steered their training. Wilson became his pet project, receiving personalized drills, constant feedback, and that intense scrutiny. He started doing extra weight sessions, and along with the homemade concoction the coach would make Wilson drink every session, he was building muscle like he hadn't anticipated. The changes were noticeable; he was becoming broader, more defined. Ryan noticed Wilson looking at himself in the mirror a lot more, almost self-consciously.

"You're getting ripped," Ryan said one afternoon after weights, grinning.

Wilson flexed an arm, a little pleased. "Coach Lee says it'll make me faster. But…it feels good too." He ran a hand over his newly defined pectoral muscles. "It's kinda…prickly."

"Just sweat and heat," Ryan said dismissively.

But the prickliness seemed to be more than skin deep. Wilson started getting visibly flustered during drills, especially when Coach Lee was close by offering corrections. He'd blush easily, his breath coming in short bursts. Ryan chalked it up to a bad case of heat rash or over-exertion.

One particularly humid morning, they were doing interval sprints on the water. Coach Lee had positioned himself in his own canoe, shadowing them closely. Wilson was pushing hard, but starting to flag. His singlet clung to him, soaked with sweat, outlining the sculpted lines of his chest and torso. Coach Lee called out: "Keep that core tight, Wilson! Engage those glutes! Show me some power!"

Wilson grunted, digging deeper with his paddle. He glanced at Ryan, who was a few boat lengths ahead, and then back at Coach Lee, whose eyes seemed to be fixed on something…lower than his shoulders. A strange heat began building in Wilson's groin, a throbbing sensation he hadn't felt before.

After the session, while they were cooling down, Wilson started shivering.

"You okay? " Ryan asked, noticing his friend was unusually pale.

"Yeah… just tired," Wilson mumbled, but he kept glancing around nervously, avoiding eye contact. He stretched, and a small moan escaped him as his muscles pulled.

"I think you are having a fever," Ryan said.

Wilson's hand instinctively went to his own crotch. "It's just…everything feels kinda tight. Like I need to…" he trailed off, cheeks flushing.

They were taking a break near a secluded bend in the reservoir, hidden by thick vegetation. A small concrete platform jutted out over the water – usually used for starting races. Coach Lee was chatting with another coach further down the shore, seemingly occupied.

"I think I need to just…stretch it out," Wilson said, his voice slightly breathless. He started doing some exaggerated hip circles, his eyes locked on a point beyond Ryan's shoulder. The movements became more frantic, less about stretching and more about containing something that was building rapidly.

"You look like you're gonna explode," Ryan laughed lightly.

Wilson suddenly grabbed Ryan's arm, his grip surprisingly strong. "It's...it's really bothering me, man." He looked down at his soaked shorts, a desperate expression on his face. "I think… I think I need something to rub against."

Ryan blinked, confused. "Rub against? Like the seat of the canoe?"

Wilson shook his head, meeting Ryan's eyes with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "No... I mean... you."

The heat in Wilson's gaze was unmistakable now. It wasn't just discomfort; it was raw desire.

"What?" Ryan asked, slightly dumbfounded. He and Wilson were close, but they'd always been just friends. Straight friends.

"Just… please," Wilson pleaded, his voice husky. He reached out, tentatively touching the wet fabric of Ryan's singlet, right over his chest. "I need to feel something. Just... rub me, man. Please."

Wilson's desperation was infectious. The heat from Wilson's body radiated towards Ryan as he moved closer. He could smell the salt of his sweat, and something else…musky, animalistic.

Ryan looked down at Wilson, kneeling before him, and his cock throbbing his pants. "You sure?" he asked, his heart pounding.

Wilson nodded vigorously, his eyes wide with desperation. "Please," he whispered huskily, reaching out and started touching Ryan's chest.

Ryan gasped as Wilson touched him intimately, but they were quickly lost in the feeling of touching each other for the first time. Their hands roamed, tugging at clothes, seeking bare skin.

Ryan started rubbing his fingers against the soaked fabric of Wilson's underwear, feeling his hard erection. "Yes... right there," Wilson encouraged breathily.

Wilson needed more. He wanted to taste Ryan. Pushing down Ryan's pants and grabbed his cock.

Wilson cried out, bucking his hips, urging Ryan forward. He didn't wait for permission again - just sunk down and took Ryan into his mouth, swallowing around him the salty and tangy taste of Ryan's cock exploded on his tongue.

"Fuck yes," Ryan groaned loudly, his fingers tangled in Wilson's hair. "Suck it... fuck..."

Wilson obliged, bobbing his head as he worked Ryan up further, using his strong hands to firmly grasp and stroke his raging erection as he worked on the tip. He could feel how hard and hot Ryan became, pulsing in his mouth with every dive Wilson took into his cock.

Ryan came unexpectedly with a loud cry, flooding Wilson's mouth with his cum as he thrusted into him. Wilson drank it down greedily, savoring the taste and texture of Ryan's release. He never tasted cum before, but the soapy bitter taste was somehow familiar...

Finally spent, Ryan slumped against Wilson, still panting heavily. But Wilson wasn't done yet - not by a long shot. He needed Ryan to be inside him, feeling his cock inside his tight ass muscles.

They quickly stripped off their clothes. Ryan, having had a few girlfriends before, seemed to know exactly what to do to give Wilson what he wanted. They continued kissing passionately, tongues sliding together in the heat of the moment as Ryan prepared to insert himself.

Ryan stroked himself with Wilson's copious amount of precum. Then, with one hard thrust, he pushed inside Wilson's waiting hole, feeling him stretch and squeeze around his length.

"Fuck," Ryan groaned. "So tight... you feel amazing."

Wilson nodded, breathing heavily against Ryan's neck. "More..." He tilted his hips, impaling himself further on Ryan's cock in one smooth motion.

They started moving together, fucking with intense passion and need. The sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with their labored breaths and groans of pleasure. Wilson wrapped his arms around Ryan's back, fingers digging into his muscles as they rutted together desperately.

"Ride it," Ryan encouraged hoarsely in Wilson's ear. "I want to feel your tight ass clench on my cock."

Wilson obeyed, pushing up to meet each deep thrust, his ass clenching and releasing rhythmically around Ryan's dick. The sensations were too much - the sweat-slicked skin, the overwhelming need to satisfy this sudden strange need to claim his friend inside him.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Wilson tumbled over the edge again, crying out loudly as he came all over himself. The sound of his own release left Ryan unable to hold back any longer - he pounded into Wilson several more times before spilling himself deep inside Wilson with a guttural moan.

The sounds of the two boys enjoying themselves found it's way to the Coach. Coach Lee found himself to the secluded corner where his two star rowers are completely lost fucking each other. He quietly glanced their way, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. He didn't interrupt. He just watched, his eyes gleaming. He had been subtly working on Wilson for weeks, building up the heat, no less with his own "special tonic".

Wilson and Ryan continued for several more minutes, lost in the moment, until Wilson finally cried out, collapsing against Ryan's chest. "Yes... yes..." he gasped, slick with sweat.

When they came to, Ryan started putting his singlet back on awkwardly, trying to make sense of the intense encounter. Wilson was doing the same but avoided meeting his gaze. The two boys quickly gathered their belongings and headed towards the others.

"What the hell was that?" Ryan asked. "I mean... I know we've trained hard lately, especially you with all those extra sessions, but this... This is something else entirely."

Wilson sighed heavily. "I don't really know either, man. All I know is that since I started lifting more, things just felt…different. Like everything was heightened – my senses, the way I react to him and even to you. It's confusing as fuck."

As they neared the main group, the boys spotted Coach Lee, who approached them and instinctively pushed a bottle of his "recovery tonic" to the each of them. "Keep yourselves hydrated," His eyes locking with theirs with a knowing glint and a wry smile before moving on.

"Fuck me," Ryan muttered. "He knew exactly what we were doing today, didn't he?"

Wilson nodded grimly.

Suddenly as Wilson opened the drink bottle, a strong whiff hit his nose, and he remembered why the taste of Ryan's cum was so familiar...

Caged Boys (CB)

A recent study showed that men having sexual experiences with other men led to improved mental health and economic gains

As mental health in the country deteriorates with rising costs of living and increasingly stressful jobs, the government recently implemented a controversial program aimed at improving productivity by relieving sexual tension among male workers. A recent study showed that men having sexual experiences with other men led to a drastic increase in cognitive abilities and improved mental health. Some men who were deemed suitable for this project were recruited by the government, had their penises restrained in cages, and were placed on trains for the purpose of providing free sexual services to those in need.

These caged boys, or CBs, as they were commonly known, became commonplace on trains. One such CB was Zeke. Today he sat motionless on the train, his cock encased in a tight rubber cage. Men from all walks of life would come to take turns with him, relieving their pent-up frustration and sexual tension.

An office worker on his way to work just had a heated argument with his wife. His marriage had taken an unexpected turn when he accidentally walked in on his wife cheating on him with her personal trainer. He found himself struggling to concentrate at work.

As the office worker stepped into the train carriage, he couldn't help but notice Zeke kneeling there on all fours. Desperation took over as he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a condom and approached the caged boy. "I don't usually do this," he said almost apologetically.

The office worker tore open the condom and slid it onto his cock. He grunted as he thrust into Zeke's tight hole. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he pounded away, fucking Zeke like a man possessed.

"Fuuuuck I didn't know anal felt this good," he groaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably. "Take my cock you slut."

His strokes were fast and furious, fueled by growing anger, frustration, and the need for release. His thrusts became more forceful as imagined he was fucking the PT who cheated with his wife.

Then before the train even arrived at the next station, Zeke suddenly felt the weight of Mark's seed fill his ass as the man climaxed with a loud moan. Spent, Mark pulled out and looked down at Zeke with an expression of satisfaction. "Fuck that piece of shit," he muttered, pulling out a wet cock and a condom bursting with cum, a huge release from all the times he didn't get to fuck his wife. He straightened his tie and kept the used condom back inside his briefcase.

As the worker stepped off the train, he felt a sense of renewed energy. The argument with his wife seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a new determination to excel at work. A prime example of what the government was trying to achieve, he knew as well that Zeke's services were effective—and he wouldn't hesitate to use him again whenever necessary.

A middle-aged uncle smirked as he entered the train carriage where Zeke was caged. He was a regular customer. "Zeke, I didn't bring condom today, I can still fuck you right?" the man declared, barely concealing his excitement.

He pulled down his pants as a hard, bushy cock sprang out. Without warning he grabbed Zeke roughly by his hair and rammed himself inside his raw hole. "Feels different today, right? You better enjoy this, you dirty cum bucket," he hissed through gritted teeth.

The man's eyes rolled back into his head, completely absorbed in the sensation of breeding Zeke raw. By law, men are not allowed to fuck CBs without protection and may face a fine of up to $1000. To some folks with deeper pockets, this was a good price they were willing to pay.

"You are going to love this," the middle-aged man taunted as he felt the surge deep within him. "I'm gonna fill you up so full, your little ass won't be able to contain all of it."

Zeke could be heard whimpering between the forceful thrusts that were being rammed into his ass. CBs were not encouraged to make too much noise to avoid disturbing the other commuters.

"Are you ready for my hot cum?" The man asked sadistically just before he exploded inside Zeke. The train carriage shook even more violently as the man continued to pump Zeke full of his warm seed, making sure every inch of him was filled.

The man finally pulled out and zipped up his pants, leaving Zeke to leak cum uncontrollably from his gaping hole, forming a puddle on the floor.

Satisfied, the man looked around at the other passengers who had been silently watching his act unfold. "Isn't this what CBs are all about? Boosting productivity and releasing sexual tensions? I feel much better already." He smirked. Without a word to Zeke, he got off at the next stop, leaving his mess behind.

Two tall and slightly muscular university students boarded the train heading towards school. Their finals are in about two hours, and they are both not prepared.

"Eh Jason how leh, you nervous not?", one of the boys asked the other.

"Of course lah I never study this time.", Jason said to Caleb.

"You only go gym and fuck your girlfriend all day of course like that lah?" Caleb laughed.

"You also like that what... I think confirm fail this mod liao." Jason replied.

"Then how?" Caleb asked.

Both of them stepped onto the train and the sight of Zeke, kneeling on all fours with cum dripping from his ass, greeted them.

"Why don't we fuck this CB? My friend say before exam he always fuck a CB to clear his head." Jason proposed in a matter-of-fact tone.

Caleb looked at him incredulously. "Are you serious? You want to just go ahead and fuck a man on the train?"

"Ya I try before. The government say it relieves stress, like it helps with productivity or something right. I think should help with exams also." Jason retorted, his eyes scanning the carriage for other CBs.

Caleb hesitated. "You go ahead. I'm not doing it."

Jason ignored him and approached Zeke. "Hey there. We're going to fuck you now. The government pay you to do this right?"

Zeke nodded. Jason undid his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard cock. "Choke yourself on my cock while I face fuck you," he commanded.

Caleb watched in disbelief as his friend thrust his cock into Zeke's mouth. "Fuck, this is so wrong..." He mumbled under his breath. But he couldn't deny the sight was turning him on. Jason didn't know, but Caleb always had a thing for him. He began to rub his own cock through his pants as he watched Jason face fuck Zeke.

"Alright, I'll do it too," Caleb said breathlessly. "But only because got exam this time."

He walked over to Zeke and took out his cock from his shorts. The fumbled slightly and pushed his cock into Zeke's ass. "Fuck yeah, you feel so tight around me," Caleb groaned as he began fucking his ass while Jason fucked his face.

"Eh you never use lube or condom ah?" Jason asked Caleb.

"Oh fuck." Caleb suddenly realized he forgot. "But I can go in leh."

Caleb felt a thick wetness coating his cock. As he continued to thrust, he realized it was cum from the previous user.

"Not allowed leh" Jason protested, "Naughty ah you."

At first, Caleb found the sensation off-putting, but as he continued to move inside Zeke, he began to enjoy the added lubrication. It allowed him to fuck harder and faster.

"Fuck.. but it feels so good..." Caleb weakly retorted, eyes rolled back with pleasure.

The two young energetic boys continued for a good amount of time, spanning a duration of 8 stations and almost reaching their school.

"Fuck yeah, take this load" Jason pulled out and shot a massive thick load into Zeke's mouth, spilling on Zeke's face and all over the train floor. "Lick it up," he demanded.

Zeke obligingly lapped at the cum as Caleb continued fucking Zeke from behind, his thrusts getting harder and faster. He felt a surge of warmth inside him.

"I'm gonna cum..." Caleb groaned before reaching climax himself and pumping thick cum deep into Zeke's ass.

Zeke felt a surge of ecstasy as he felt himself filling up with cum from two guys. It was the first time he experienced this; usually the users are considerate and take away the cum with them. Zeke gave a whimper and began to cum as well from the sensation; a steady stream of cum began dribbling out of his caged cock.

"Eh look the CB is cumming also... your raw fucking quite good ah," Jason joked.

Caleb appeared slightly embarrassed. "Quite shiok leh... I think we can do this again next time."

Jason was satisfied he converted another of his friends into a CB lover. They stood up and straightened their clothes as the train pulled into their station.

A young serviceman on his way to camp watched the two university boys fuck Zeke raw. He couldn't help but wonder if this was one of the new humanoid sex toys the government had been trying to roll out in lieu of real men. He heard that people were allowed to fuck these humanoids without condoms due to some self-disinfecting feature, so he figured it would be worth a try.

"Whoa, this is super realistic," he examined Zeke closely before muttering to himself. "Let's see what you can do."

Zeke remained still, kneeling as the serviceman positioned himself at Zeke's boyhole. He whipped out his cock and easily slipped it inside his wet gaping hole that was already filled with cum from others. Zeke could feel the warmth enveloping him as another stranger fucked him raw.

More curious commuters lined up behind him, eager to try out this new 'humanoid sex toy' for themselves. Some of them realized the truth about Zeke but couldn't deny the satisfaction they felt after using him. Some left feeling refreshed and ready to tackle their problems head-on, while others simply needed a quick release before continuing on with their day.

Zeke remained the center of attention in that train, his body impregnated multiple times by unaware or unfazed strangers. But as more men realized what he truly was, they couldn't help but join in line to experience the sensation for themselves.

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