A gay story: Hot College Stud’s Dark Secret Ch. 01 Chapter 1
Brad reached the end of the pool and pushed himself up and out of the water. He made good time on his last set of laps. Nothing groundbreaking, but definitely among his better runs. He wanted to go for another round of laps to try and get quicker times, but he caught a glimpse of the clock by the bleachers and saw it was almost 5:00pm.
Brad walked past his teammates and friends and head to the locker room where he washed himself off very quickly in the showers, got dressed and head out. He was already running behind schedule by a bit.
“I just got finished with swim practice. I’m headed over now. Might be 10-15 minutes late. Sorry,” Brad texted the person he was meeting.
He got an immediate reply of “No worries. I will wait for you. Take your time.”
There was no traffic today so it only took Brad 30 minutes to reach his destination, a seedy Motel in the sketchy side of town, despite it being rather far from his college campus. He got out of his car, found the room number he was told and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
The door opened and Brad was greeted by Samuel, the man he met the prior night on a hookup app.
“Oh wow, you’re actually real! Hahaha. You look spectacular! Come on in. I’m Samuel by the way, Sam, nice to meet you,” the man said as he let Brad into the room, extending his arm out for a handshake.
Brad had never been greeted with a handshake by a hook up so he found this pretty peculiar, but shook Sam’s hand nonetheless.
“In the flesh haha. Nice to meet you too,” he answered.
“So…uhm…can I get you anything? I doubt this place has room service, but we could probably have something delivered from somewhere nearby if you’d like,” asked Sam.
“No, I’m good. Why don’t you get comfortable and wait for me on the bed? I just have to take a proper shower. I lost track of time during swim practice and rushed out of there without getting to properly wash up. Do you mind,” said Brad.
“Absolutely not. Go right ahead. I’ll just be here,” Sam answered with a smile.
Brad didn’t waste any time and hopped in the shower, making sure to get himself nice and clean, especially his bottom.
Brad couldn’t help taking in his reflection in the mirror as he dried himself off. He was on his university’s swim team, in fact he was captain, and so he followed a very rigorous training regimen. He was also a very avid gym goer, a certified gym bro. Because of these, his body was sculpted to perfection.
Brad wasn’t excessively buff as it wasn’t good for swimming. Instead, he had a perfectly toned and lean body with just the right amount of muscle mass. His pecs were developed excellently, nice and juicy while still remaining muscular. He sported a rock hard 6-pack of abs which trailed down to a nicely cut V-line. He also had muscular thighs that were like a pedestal for the most amazing, firm, bubble butt. Not to mention, his arms were big and swollen.
If his body didn’t do you in, his face was the coup de grace. It was somewhere between boyish and manly, with all the pros of both, and none of the cons. He had short, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with a slight hint of green. If you’d come across him, you would probably say that he’s the most good-looking man you’d ever seen.
He had the perfect face, the body of a Greek god, was the captain of his university’s swim team and one of the most popular guys on campus. On paper, his life looked perfect and squeaky clean, but it was nothing of the sort. Actually, Brad harbored a dark, shameful secret. It wasn’t that he was gay. No, that alone wouldn’t have been that big a deal. He could come out of the closet and remain relatively unscathed. His shame came not from the fact that men fucked him, but rather from the type of men he let do it.
Brad stepped out of the bathroom and found Sam waiting on the bed naked, just as he asked the man to. He looked at Sam, and there he saw the source of his shame.
While Brad was the epitome of male beauty, Sam would be deemed by our harsh society as disgusting. He was an old, obese man with an ugly face, the exact opposite of Brad. Brad was in the springtime of his youth at twenty years old, but Sam’s time was waning at seventy-five.
Where Brad had perfectly formed pecs, Sam had big, sagging manboobs. In contrast to Brad’s taut torso, Sam carried a massive, flabby gut. And unlike Brad’s skin which was tight and supple, Sam’s was wrinkly, loose and rubbery. His thighs and legs were huge as well, like two fat tree trunks.
Their faces were also vastly different. Brad’s face encompassed the beauty of an angel and charm of the devil. It was a face that ancient kings would go to war for. Sam on the other hand, plainly put, was butt-ugly. His cheeks were bloated and he had a triple chin. His nose was fat and crooked, while his teeth were a light shade of yellow with some evident coffee stains. The hair on his head was purely gray and extremely thin. Each strand left on there was fighting for its life.
The sight of Sam in all his naked glory made Brad feel a wave of shame and disgust come over him. This should have sent him sprinting out the door, but instead, blood rushed to his dick and he had huge hardon. In this moment, despite his perfect looks and perfect life, there was nothing more he wanted than to be used by the grotesque man before him.
This was Brad’s dark secret. He was addicted to the arousal and sexual satisfaction he got through the shame and disgust brought about from being used by men he deemed to be revolting. He liked them old, he liked them fat, and he liked them ugly. The more of those boxes they ticked, the more disgusted with himself Brad felt, and the hornier he got. And Sam was as gross as it gets.
What happened next was the same as what happened every other time Brad was in this situation, he became a man possessed. It was like something just took over him. All rational thinking and dignity flew out the window, and lust was in total control.
Brad joined Sam on the bed and crawled on top of him, the fat old man physically shaking in anticipation and disbelief. He brought his face down to Sam’s, barely an inch separating them. He could feel his breath, so quick and shaky that he thought Sam might pass out.
Brad’s lips were so close to his own now that Sam could practically taste them. But he couldn’t make a move and it was as if he was paralyzed.
“Wait,” Sam said, and Brad backed up a bit.
“What’s wrong,” the boy asked.
“I’m really sorry Brad, but I have to ask, are you an escort?”
“Huh?” Brad shot back at him.
“I don’t mean that as an insult. I have nothing against sex workers, truly. And if you are one, that is fine, but you have to tell me. Not because I wouldn’t want to do this anymore. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Brad, and I am still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that you’re real and you’re here. But given that, and given how I look, I know I would not be able to afford you,” Sam explained in in a morose tone.