Vouloir, c'est pouvoir (To want to is to be able to)

Balore is a lovely town of 40 thousand people, surrounded by some of the most beautiful landscapes in New England. In the spring, pine and evergreen trees ring-fence the small city in a wave of vibrant color. The college rests like a crown jewel near the center of town, with a healthy business district adjacent. Local folks here were incredibly friendly; most work for either the hospital or the college itself. There were plenty of bookstores, shops, cafes, bars and small inns downtown. Depending on your location, when the day turns to night, you could actually gaze upon the stars without the ambient light below polluting your view of the heavens. If you love the rugged outdoors and small-town living, you'd love Balore.

Part of the reason Zack had probably decided to live in a small town like this was because of the local wildlife. It hadn't occurred to me before, but the walls of his room were decorated with pictures of various woodland creatures taken in the surrounding area. The man had serious talent. Waking up, I was greeted by a wonderful picture of a cute squirrel clinging to a tree, staring back at the camera. The level of detail and photo editing was incredible. I turned to Zack, who was soundly snoozing away, exhausted from last night's activities. As carefully as I could without waking him, I made my way to the bathroom in the hall to wash up and then downstairs to the kitchen for coffee. I needed time to think. I had a multitude of emotions working themselves out in my mind, with the first being guilt. I was coming to terms with the idea that blackmailing a person for sex was a pretty shitty thing to do, no matter how steaming hot that person may be. Fumbling around in the kitchen, I prepared two toasted bagels and pear slices along with two cups of coffee on a tray. I needed to apologize for using him like that. I just hoped he wasn't too upset with me. After a couple of sips of coffee, my mild hangover was receding.

As I made my way up the stairs to his room, I was playing out different scenarios in my head. What would I say? How would I say it? How would he react? How would I react to his reaction, on and on. The door was slightly open and I could see steam coming from the bathroom. It seems like he was awake too. I walked in with the tray. He turned around, startled to see me there.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I smiled. At that point, my mind was basically mush, so I went with my gut. It was a start, I guess.

"Y-Yes, I didn't think you were still here. I, um..." He was standing there, wearing a worn black metallic shirt and a pair of red panties. It seems like he took the time to wash and towel off. His hair was wet and a little disheveled.

"Here, I brought you some coffee. I don't know how you take it. I also found some fruit and bagels. There's cream cheese and coffee creamer." I placed the tray on an ottoman. We sat on the bed while taking sips of coffee. The caffeine helped clear up my head at least.

"Thanks, Joe. Are we cool?" Zack asked. I didn't understand the question. I figured now was as good a time as ever to face the music.

"I'm sorry for what happened, for what I did, Zack. Using your secret for leverage to get you in bed was fucked up. I got no excuse, I couldn't help myself. Well, I mean, you are crazy hot, dude. Look, you don't have to worry about me saying anything. And I will delete the stupid photo." I looked into his eyes, filled with a mixture of relief and confusion.

"Okay." He seemed puzzled.

"Isn't that what you were asking about?" I was confused. I guess the caffeine was still working its way through to my brain. Zack smiled and laughed softly.

"No, I meant if we were even for me making fun of you at the bar," he giggled.

"Oh yeah, we are good. I didn't take it too hard." Another question came to mind. "Do you really think I am that pale, dude?"

Zack laughed. It was good to hear him more joyous and carefree. His smile was infectious; it was a great sign.

"You could spend more time outside, Joey." He smiled.

"Well, what about all that trash talk about me jogging? I go to the gym." I was still a little bit insulted by that.

"Yeah, I know. I just said that to keep you from trying to score with me. You are part of the outing club, right?"

"Yes, I am. How did you know that?" I didn't talk much about my life on campus last night.

"I have friends in the outing club. They tagged you in their photos."

Zack showed me some of his friends from his social media account. The outing club was an outdoor activities club. Camping, rock climbing, and zip lining, all the usual stuff, it was part of their regular outings. They charged money for membership, but was worth the money. I was close enough to catch a whiff of his (what I assumed to be) lotion. It was a sweet honey-vanilla scent. He smelled amazing. I closed the gap to plant a kiss on the base of his neck. He was pleasantly surprised.

"You smell amazing, Val." Zack was amused.

"Thanks, um." I proceeded to plant more kisses on his neck and then on his soft lips. He kissed me back eagerly before abruptly pulling back. His eyes, once glowing with a warm euphoric haze, darkened as fear and anxiety overwhelmed him.

"What's wrong, babe?" I hadn't thought before using that word 'babe'.

"My family, we can't... Last night was a one-time thing. I can't be... I can't be."

"Gay? Trans?" I was trying to finish his sentence.

"Neither! My family, they don't know I do this or that I like guys or... They can't know." He was fiddling with his fingers, trying to dispense some nervous energy.

"Look, you got what you wanted, we had fun, but this is it." Being rejected hurt more than I care to admit. I wasn't willing to throw in the towel.

"Zack, I know you are under a lot of pressure-" He interrupted me.

"You need to go!" I'm not gonna lie, I was hurt and mad at him, but also mad at myself. At that point, I didn't even know if I wanted a relationship with him. I didn't even know I could fall that hard for a guy. My emotions were all over the place.

"Fine! I'll just leave." I tried but couldn't keep the disappointment out of my voice. It wasn't fair to him that I imposed myself on him like that. He didn't even know me. I spent the next 10 minutes or so fumbling around for my pants and shirt while he was trying to calm himself. My watch was nowhere to be seen. Damn it, where was that thing?

"Val, do you know where my watch is?" I asked. He was still standing there, uncertain of himself.

"You had a watch? What kind?"

"It's a smart watch, Apple. It's black."

He started looking for it in the pile of clothes while I looked under the bed with my phone light. I stopped after a moment and rose to a kneeling position. I looked over at Zack. He was bent over, digging through a pile of clothes. I got an excellent view of his lower body. His legs and thighs were incredibly toned. The red panties made his ass look incredible, so plump and full with a fair amount of muscle in each cheek. Selfishly, I thought to myself, "Maybe he would be down for another round before I left."

"Here, I found it." He turned and handed it to me. I noticed his eyes were a different color. He must have removed his contacts.

"Thanks. Your eyes are naturally blue?" I asked.

"Y-Yeah." My lustful glare caused him to blush.

"I think I miss the silver fox." I chuckled.

He laughed, "Shut up. I only put those gaudy contacts on to keep my identity a secret." I stood up and put my watch on.

"How do you feel? I was a bit rough on you last night."

"I'm a bit sore, but it's not too bad. Um, you called me Valerie again."

"Oh, sorry about that, I-"

He interrupted me, "Joey, remember when I said my family is well off?"

"Yes." I didn't know where this was going.

"My family came from Eastern Europe. They made their money in the illicit trades. I don't know too much about it."

"That's okay, your family is your business."

"My point is, my family is old school and they wouldn't allow me to be like this. If they knew, they would disown me."

I can definitely understand his angst about being discovered, "Of course, I understand. I won't tell anyone, you can trust."

"I know. Fuck, I can't believe I'm saying this but... as long as we keep this under wraps... we can still hang out," he said.

Just hearing those words had me over the fucking moon! I leaned forward and took his hands in mine. "Of course," I smiled. He was relaxing. I was overjoyed. We spent the next several hours talking and getting to know each other. I was coming to discover that he was a very artistic, intelligent and sensitive person. I told him a bit about myself. My family came from Quebec a while back, although almost none of my family speaks the language except for me. He showed me more of his photographs on his camera and even some sketch art he drew himself. I wasn't quite sure if a long-term relationship was on the table given the circumstances. But I was happy, and I knew Zack felt the same.

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Back on Campus

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The semester was coming to a close on a good note. With the last of my exams over, I had been spending more time in the lab. Campus life was winding down as students were packing up for summer break. On our off-time, Zack and I talked regularly over the phone about our plans for the summer. We agreed not to visit each other on campus since he was still fearful about outing himself. I would occasionally see him around campus or on the soccer field. As much as I missed being with him, I kept my distance as we agreed. I guess he needed some space to sort things out. Although I did send him a fruit basket with a romantic note in Quebec-style French, which he deeply appreciated.

In the last weeks of the academic year, he was working on his final art project for a photography class. Once that was done, he wanted to intern for a magazine while he had the time. He told me he already had an opportunity lined up. Our lab team was making slow progress in the lab, which meant I would be staying on campus for the summer. I didn't mind too much since it meant more experience on my resume. The grant money from the project was enough to pay the rent, so money wasn't an issue.

As summer break commenced, I found myself socializing more with the lab team since Jessie and Selena had returned to Boston to be with family. Don had invited Cindy and me over to his apartment for a casual night of beer and poker. Ben was supposed to be arriving soon (he's always late). Most of the team were very hard-working and studious, but chill people. I hadn't had much planned for the weekend, and life on campus was rather dull during this season. At 6'3, Don was a tall, skinny and good-looking guy with a full head of blonde hair. Cindy was a brunette from Ithaca, NY. She was charming, smart and had a wicked good sense of humor. For some reason, the new Jurassic movie was playing in the sitting room (that film was garbage).

"I'm out, my hand sucks. I am going to get a beer." I dropped the cards and started for the kitchen.

Don made a request, "Joe, could you pass me a Bud Light while you are in there?"

"Don, a Bud Light? Really!? How about I get you a warm bucket of horse piss, it's just as good." I laughed. Don wasn't as amused.

"Don't be a dick," Don said.

Cindy decided to join in. "Too late for that, Don," she snickered.

I was near the fridge, reaching for a couple of Mooseheads and a god-forsaken Bud Light when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked my phone. It was Zack. He sent me a message.

Zack: "Joey, Valerie asked me to pass on her invitation to a house party. I'll send the address."

A house party, huh. It was a good thing I didn't open the beers then. The next message I received was the address. It looks like the party is in the Balore suburbs. Okay, this is definitely more my speed than poker and a movie. I wasn't sure if Zack pretending, Valerie is a separate person was a way of covering his tracks. I sent a quick text back and decided to play along.

Joey: "Thanks, Zack. Let Valerie know I will be there."

"You good, Joey?" Cindy appeared in the kitchen while I was distracted.

"I'm good, a friend just invited me to a party, that's all."

"Oh, that's nice, is she just a friend?" Cindy gave me a knowing look. She has always been very perceptive. At 5'10, she was tall for a woman and plump in all the right places. If she weren't already engaged and 3 years older than me (and way out of my league), I would've swept her off her feet a long time ago. Her D cup breasts in particular were mesmerizing, impossibly round and full, that much eye candy could turn your brain into burnt chicken if you weren't careful.

"What makes you think my friend is a woman?" I asked

"No reason." She smiled. It was always scary how she could read people like a book. Then again, she's probably had eons of experience dealing with horny bastards from here to Timbuktu. It was kind of funny that she was still wrong about my friend being a woman.

"Anyways, I'm gonna head out, tell Ben I'll catch up with him on Tuesday for lab prep." I gave Cindy a quick hug and made my way to the door.

"You sure, you don't wanna watch the movie with us?" Don asked.

"Joe's got a hot date," Cindy chimed in.

"Yup, plus that movie is dog shit, bro," I said as I was walking out the door. If you have seen the movie, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

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Near the Balore Suburbs

After some time driving out to the Balore suburbs, I arrived at my destination. I was afraid of getting lost out there, but I had the right place. The sun had started to set. Alternating lights and soft party music were blasting from inside the house. Judging from the multiple cars parked in the driveway, the place must have been packed. I rolled into a nearby spot. The house was 3 stories high. It looked to me like a mini-version of one of those Gilded-Age mansions from the early 1900s. I stepped out of my car and pressed my short-sleeve dress shirt and shorts. I had already informed Val that I was close by. Walking up to the house, there were two guys outside smoking cigarettes with a couple of guys and gals further up the driveway chatting amongst themselves. It was 80 degrees in June, so most of the crowd were wearing shorts and summer shirts.

"Whoa, whoa. Where are you going, bud? This party is invite-only." One of the guys stopped me at the front door.

"Valerie invited me," I said.

The other guy was leaning against the guardrail, "Ummm. Kev, which one is Valerie again?"

"The chick with the blue hair, I think," Kev replied.

The two looked confused or buzzed (or both). I could smell the alcohol on their breath. I was going to respond when the front door opened, and Val stepped onto the porch.

"Hey guys, he's with me." Val was wearing a pink, short-sleeve shirt and jean shorts with pink and white sneakers. Val's shoulder-length hair was dyed baby blue from the roots and framed his face beautifully. "Joey, come on in. The party is just getting started."

Val grabbed my hand and we went inside. The music was much louder inside than you would think. Val and I made our way through a crowd of people dancing and swaying to the music. The alternating LED lights partially illuminated the faces in the crowd. There were a lot of young college kids and local guys looking for fun. Entering the kitchen, young people were drinking and talking amongst themselves. Val grabbed some cold beers from the cooler and handed me one.

"Thanks. Valerie, I love what you've done with your hair." I said, looking him up and down. The house vibrated with the beat, but the music wasn't too loud for us to have a conversation.

"Thanks. I'm changing things up. People here have been paying me compliments." Val took a sip of his Coors. I didn't notice the beer in my hand was a freaking Bud Light until after I drank from the can (yuck!). It took all of my energy not to barf.

"How is your summer break? Are you still on campus?" Val asked me.

"Lab work is keeping me here. I'm heading home for the holiday in a few weeks." I took another sip of the horse piss. "The magazine photos you took were incredible, great job. I hope those people in Boston are treating you well."

"Thanks. I just came back from Boston yesterday. The magazine wants more material for their next edition."

"Does that mean you will be in Balore more often?" I asked, hoping that I could spend more time with him.

"Uh huh." Valerie was amused. I had no doubt he knew what I was thinking. He didn't have his silver contacts on, which brought to mind a question.

I inched close enough to whisper in his ear. "Do people here know about you being-"

"No.. Don't say anything. Well, except for Amy. In fact, come with me. She's here, out back." Val led me out of the kitchen through a back door to the patio area where people were socializing. There were tables set up with umbrellas in the middle and coolers full of beer.

"There she is. Amy helped set up the house party." Val pointed to a woman standing with a group of people to our right. She was wearing a red and white shirt with short black leggings and white sneakers. She was about an inch or two shorter than Valerie. The nalgas on that girl were unbelievably plump and juicy. The leggings only made them appear more prominent.

"Amy!" Val shouted, causing her friend to turn around and head in our direction. She was an Asian girl with an angelic face. Amy was a bit chubbier than most Asian girls I had seen before.

"Hi Valerie, so this is the guy?" Her accent was faint, but it was there. I recognized it.

"Yup, this is Joey," Val said. That was my cue.

"Hi, nice to meet you. You are Korean, right?" I had a pretty good hunch.

"Yes. How did you know that?" She seemed surprised.

"I spent some time in Vancouver a lot of Koreans near there. Are you in New England for school?" I figured she went to college here.

"Boston College for Econ and Computer Science. So Valerie, are you guys going steady right now?"

Valerie was a bit hesitant to respond, so I jumped in, "I stole her heart at an art show, but she's still in denial."

Valerie laughed, amused at my audacity. "You wish. We are going steady for now. Assuming he doesn't do anything to piss me off."

"Wait, are you talking about the Balore art show? Is that where you two met? Why didn't I see you before?" Amy addressed that question to me.

"You were there?" I was confused. Val jumped in.

"Yeah, I was there to help put Amy's work on display. It was in a different part of the building, so you probably didn't see her until now."

"Oh, that's why you were there in the first place." I smiled and turned to Amy. I hadn't noticed this before, but the front of her shirt was the logo for a local music band I was familiar with. She was more flat-chested than you would expect from a curvy woman. "Amy, thank you for bringing this wonderful woman into my life." I took one of Valerie's hands and planted a kiss on her knuckles.

"Okay, Romeo, let's get back to the party. Amy, I'll see you later." Valerie took my hand.

"See you guys later, guys." Amy gave us a wave goodbye as Val and I went back in the house.

The party was a blast. The drinking, the music and dancing with Valerie, both of us had a great time. A couple of guys put together a tennis table for beer pong. Val's aim was pretty sharp. We teamed up against a pair of frat guys and wiped the floor with them. Occasionally, I would see Amy on the dance floor or talking to the DJ. That girl had some moves. Some of the party-goers upstairs were indulging in not-so-legal recreational drug use. I'm pretty sure I saw a dude in a room snorting a line of coke off of a woman's back as I was passing through to the bathroom. Some pretty wild stuff, but as far as I knew, no one got hurt, so live and let live is what I say.

About 2 hours later, I was ready to call it quits. Valerie and Amy were out back taking selfies. I was talking to one of the guys from the party named Cooper. He was trying to pitch me on an idea for a tech start-up that sounded great on paper but impractical in real life. Maybe I just didn't have an eye for business, but I liked his spirit. After swapping numbers with him, I made my excuses and walked over to Val and Amy.

"Joey, are you good to drive? We can take an Uber back to my place," Val asked.

"I'm good to drive. Amy, do you need a lift? I'm happy to drop you off at your place."

"That's sweet of you, but my friend will be driving me home."

"Awesome. It was nice to meet you, Amy."

It was curious that Amy, of all people, would know about Valerie's identity. Maybe they were just very close friends, Val had told me that the two of them go way back. I had the feeling that I was missing something. After a 30-minute drive back to Valerie's place, we were in Val's room making out like horny teenagers. Running my hands down his jean shorts, I started to stroke his cock while he was attempting to unbutton my shirt. It didn't take long before we were both in our underwear. He was wearing lacy pink panties and a stuffed bralette, which complemented his milky white skin. Valerie sank to his knees as I discarded my boxers. My cock was rock. He proceeded to take my dick into his warm mouth as his hands massaged my balls. I grabbed a handful of his hair while he took more of my rod. His technique was improving, after a minute or two he was able to take all 9 inches on his own. At one point, Val released my cock from his mouth and made sure to nurse my bloated testicles, taking them one at a time, slowly and methodically running his tongue on each orb before once again plunging my dick down his throat.

"Damn, that's good. You're getting better. The pink lace lingerie looks very sexy on you, babe." Val released my dick from his mouth.

"Cough, thanks, they're new. I got them while I was in Boston."

"I'm buying from now on." I helped him up from his knees. I couldn't wait anymore.

Grabbing his shoulders, I turned him around and gently forced him up against the wall. He was a bit surprised. This time, I was going to turn things up a notch. I knelt down and dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle beneath. Damn, his glutes were so soft and firm. After planting kisses on each cheek, I started spanking his bottom, causing his cheeks to jiggle wildly. He squealed like a girl; it was so cute to see this sexy twink being submissive.

"Fuck, you are being so rough this time, *THWAP*, Shit!" I had swatted his left cheek harder for effect and pulled down his panties. Spreading him open, I applied some lube and began to prep his needy hole.

"That's right, you are not some scared virgin anymore. You can take it." I said, teasing him.

"Oh, I wasn't scared last time, you prick." He was a little peeved.

"Ha. Yes, you were."

Once he was ready, I rose to my feet, positioned my fat wand near his entrance and began to slowly bury my member inside of him, inch by glorious inch. Moans of delight escaped him (music to my ears) as I came closer and closer to bottoming out. His insides were so hot and tight, I missed being with him. The smell of his honey vanilla lotion mixed with his perspiration was intoxicating me. Unhooking his bralette, I tossed it to the side and played with his nipples, which were as hard as diamonds. His muscles tensed up as I completely buried myself deep inside him.

"Tak gluboko! THWAP FUCK!" I swatted his right cheek.

"Hey, no Russian. Okay, babe, English only," I said, chiding him for using his second language during sex.

"Fuck you." He wiggled his ass, trying to cram more of my cock inside him. It was all the encouragement I needed.

I grabbed his waist and began to slowly fuck his ass. His insides were so silky smooth and tight, it would take some patience to loosen him up. As I was thrusting away, I swatted his cheeks a couple of times, leaving handprints on his bottom. Val looked back at me, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. With one hand, he reached between us and continued rolling my nuts. I ran my hand down his back, feeling the muscle beneath his warm skin. Once I obtained a good rhythm, I picked up the pace and started to pound his ass with long, deep strokes. He was taking it fairly well. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked just enough to be noticed, but not too painful. Every time he would turn and look at me, I could sense him wanting more rough treatment. So I turned up the speed of my thrust.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit, wait. Joey. Time out!" he yelled. After a moment, I slowed to a stop, my dick crammed deep in his guts. He was panting hard.

"Are you okay, babe?" I asked. He giggled; that was a good sign.

"My turn." Valerie let himself off of my cock, turned around and kissed me briefly before pushing me onto the bed. He then got on top of me with his knees over my hips and assumed a cowgirl position. Valerie lined up my cock to his entrance and settled on it. I ran my hands on his hairless legs and toward his waist while he got comfortable again. He proceeded to pump his hips up and down, never taking more than half of my rod out of his ass. His member was fully erect was swaying up and down. He was practically milking my cock for all he could get. We continued fucking like that for about ten minutes. He seemed to delight in being on top.

"Tak horošo." He said while grinding his ass on my meat stick. I swatted his left cheek for deviating from English.

"Watch your language, babe. I might just have to punish you for that later." I chuckled.

"Ha! Don't be a dick, Joey."

"Too late for that." With that, I start pumping my cock in and out of his anal passage. I could feel my dick pushing deeper inside of him. He groaned and whipped his hair around the way women do in the movies. I stopped and took one of his nipples in my mouth. Biting one and rubbing at the other, with my free hand, I stroked his dick.

"You like those tits." Valerie was close, I could tell.

"Mmhmm."

I released his nipple from my mouth. It was time to finish him off. I wrapped my arms around him and rolled over so I was on top. As he was lying on his back, I brought his hips close to the edge and arranged myself into a reverse wheelbarrow stance. Once I was ready, I began mercilessly plowing his ass harder and faster than before. It was obvious he didn't see it coming; he was moaning and grunting like he was being split in half. I loved every moment of it. I was going to make sure I left my mark on this pretty boy.

"Joey, shit! Oh God! Ah fuck!" His insides gripped my member as he ejaculated on his stomach and chest. I kept pounding his fat butt until he was spent. His words were completely unintelligible by the end. Feeling the familiar tingling in my balls, I kept up the speed of my thrusts until the last second and then buried my cock as deep inside of him as I could before coating his guts with my sperm. The orgasm was so intense I almost collapsed right then and there, but I maintained control. Once I was finished painting his bowels, I dropped down on the bed next to him. We were both pretty spent. I couldn't tell how long we spent recovering our strength. Valerie turned toward me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I turned to the side and looked into his eyes.

"You are still getting punished later."

He laughed softly, exhausted. "So you're my daddy now?" he asked, turning on his side.

"Call me Papi." I liked the sound of it.

"Ha, nyet."

"Watch it," I said with a playful sternness. A thought came to mind.

"Why is Amy the only one who knows about you? Have you been friends that long?" I was curious.

"You could say that. She helped me shop for clothes. I know her family well enough." He was holding back.

"Sure, but did you tell her or did she find out like I did?" I was very curious.

"Neither."

"Care to elaborate?" He smiled, satisfied that I was in the dark about 'something'.

"Not yet, I'm saving that for later." The twinkle in his eyes told me that there was way more to the backstory of their friendship than I thought. As we settled in for the night, I couldn't stop wondering what the hell was so special about Amy.