Softly, Jett began stroking his dick, bringing it to its girthy 8 inches. The pulsing, hairy mast immediately understood the assignment and began churning. Based off of the waves of pleasure overriding him with each stroke, Jett knew this was going to be a big load. Not only that, but it was going to happen rather quickly as well. Playing with himself, Jett teased his co*ck with rough fingers, hitting a sensitive spot that just about put him over. But right as he was about to burst, a voice from the kitchen interrupted him.
“Don’t take too much longer getting ready, son! Breakfast is almost ready!”
Instantly, Jett’s co*ck deflated out of confusion. His face flushed red out of embarrassment, trying to figure out if he’d actually just been caught. Trying to ignore what just happened, Jett got out of the bed and hit his head on the ceiling. He let out a large, angry grunt as he slapped on his usual outfit and stomped out of his room. The muted sounds of a typical soccer game in the background entered Jett’s ears, the fresh scent of vegetables being sliced on the cutting board filled his nose. In the kitchen was the 6’0, Asian-American man reminiscent of the man Jett remembered seeing last night. He was cutting vegetables in a blue button-up and navy khakis. Jett somehow knew that this was one of the man’s go-to outfits, but he could not remember the man’s name.
“Hey…uh…what’s for breakfast?”
“Oh! Salad!” the man eagerly replied. “Henry’s promoting this go-green movement in our community, and I have every right as his best-bud to go along with it.”
Jett’s eyes shifted over to the clock on the microwave that read 9:30.
“Oh salad in the morning, of course!” Jett replied sarcastically.
“Your dad’s famous vegetable ala-croutons!” the man replied, not picking up on Jett’s mockery. “Not as delicious as your mom’s but you’ll be impressed!”
Before Jett could ask what that meant, a steady knock came from the front door.
“Delivery for Tobias Jeremiah Zhang!” Henry let himself in excitedly, a small brown bag in his hand.
“Good morning, Henry!” Tobias announced cheerfully. “What’s the pleasure?”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Henry smiled before placing the bag on the kitchen counter beside Jett. “Just came here to drop off the salad dressing I told you about earlier.”
“Oh yeah!” Tobias grabbed the bag and eagerly took a small bottle out. A bubbling, milky-white substance appeared to be inside of it. Having never heard of a carbonated salad dressing before, Jett was curious as to what could have caused the bubbling effect.
“Isaiah made it fresh this morning!” Henry nodded proudly before making his way to the door. “Let me know what you think of it, or tell Isaiah when you see him next.”
“Can do, brother!”
And with that, Henry was gone. A bowl filled with freshly cut vegetables was pushed in front of Jett, along with the bottle.
“Gotta make sure you’re all fed like your good ol’ dad!”
“Dad?” Jett questioned, still confused as to who this man was.
“Haha! You’re such a jokester, son!” Tobias squirted the entire bottle of the dressing on Jett’s salad, saturating the dish with the milky-white substance.
“Now eat up, I want to see that bowl licked clean by the time I get back from doing my business.”
Tobias left for the bathroom, leaving Jett alone in the kitchen. Confused, hungry, and not knowing really what else to do, he began to shovel the salad into his mouth. He was pleasantly surprised by the sweet flavor of the dressing. He’d definitely be giving his compliments to the chef.
“Ah! See you enjoyed the salad,” Tobias smirked as he walked back into the kitchen.
“It was actually really delicious,” Jett replied honestly.
“You’ll have to tell Isaiah,” Tobias replied, “it’s a lot of work to make a load that big.”
Not questioning Tobias' phrasing, Jett grabbed his empty bowl and put it in the dishwasher.
“I thought I taught you better than that,” Tobias grumbled. “Bowls on the bottom!”
“Sorry,” Jett mumbled, embarrassed.
“No worries, son, you just gotta let God lead you to the straight and narrow.” Jett sighed quietly. He never understood why his roommate insisted on calling him his “son” all the time, but it sure created a different dynamic between them. It was especially troublesome because Jett found the average, Asian-American dad just a little bit hot, but he would never be caught admitting it. Physically or verbally that is.
“And speaking of which, why on earth are you wearing a wedding ring?”
Jett looked down at his hand, noticing it shining prominently on his finger.
“Son, you aren’t married yet. I know you really want to propose to that gal of your dreams but there’s no need to wear it at the moment!”
Before Jett could protest, Tobias had already slid the ring off of his finger and pocketed it. Although Tobias was heteronormative and a little hom*ophobic, he was always right at heart. Jett couldn’t figure out why the ring was on his finger, or how it had even gotten there in the first place.
“Now go get cleaned up. I’m going to the commissioner’s meeting with Henry in about 20 minutes so you’ll have the day to yourself.”
“Sounds good, dad.” Jett immediately went red, the word coming out almost naturally. Tobias’ lack of reaction however signaled to Jett that maybe his roommate hadn’t picked up on the title. Rushing away, Jett got undressed, showered, and put on some new clothes. It was a pain to have to be in a constant ducking position in his room. Maybe he could bring up switching rooms with Tobias again when he got back. The other man could easily fit better in this room.
Just as Jett finished tidying up his brown locks, he heard a firm knock at the door. Curious, Jett marched his large body over.
“Hello again, Jett,” Isaiah started. “My dad sent me over to pick up the empty bottle.”
“Bottle?” Jett questioned, looking over to the kitchen and noticing the now-clean salad dressing bottle on the counter. “Oh, the bottle! Yeah sure.”
Jett walked back into the apartment and quickly grabbed it. “It was really delicious,” Jett made sure to add as he handed it back.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, man.” Isaiah lightened up. “My dad instructed me to freshly squeeze it just for you.”
Again, the language regarding the salad dressing was a little strange.
“Any who, I figured that while our dads were gone for the day we could go downstairs to the fitness complex.”
Jett blinked, confused.
“What?”
“Well, I thought it would be fun, man. You seem like someone who likes to work out anyway.”
Jett blinked again, now even more confused. Jett couldn’t figure out if this kid was being polite or hitting on him. Either way, he wasn’t really in the mood to hang out with a college student.
“I’m…pretty busy today actually,” Jett awkwardly mumbled.
“I understand,” Isaiah replied. “I have got some studying to do anyway. I am free tomorrow though.”
“I…” Jett tried to come up with a more specific excuse but no words could come out.
“Sweet!” Isaiah replied excitedly. “9 o’clock work for you? We can hang out after as well.”
Jett groaned internally. “Sure.”
“Awesome, I will see you then.” Isaiah crossed the hall and walked back into his own apartment.
“Awesome…” Jett sarcastically responded, closing his own door. Sighing, he grabbed the remote and splayed his long body across the couch with his feet dangling over an armrest. He felt kind of guilty about blowing off the kid, but not enough to actually do anything about it. Not knowing what else to do, he turned on the television.
“Ugh, really?” Jett moaned as soccer replays came up. Tobias had littered their television’s algorithm with soccer games, stats, fact videos, and the like. All that came up nowadays related to “the world’s greatest sport”.
The first video that had popped up was going on about different players, giving stats and random information about every person on some team. Then it went on about different techniques, and somehow started talking about the histories behind the team itself. Jett found all of this incredibly boring, but somehow not enough to find anything better. Instead, Jett just succumbed to the comfortable atmosphere, quietly watching, listening, and absorbing. He didn’t even realize how invested he was until he heard the front door open.
“Son?” Jett turned his head to the door, Tobias was hanging up his raincoat.
“Hey,” Jett replied, not moving from the couch.
“What have you been up to all day?” Tobias began, making his way over.
“Nothing much.” Jett looked over at the microwave, surprised to see it was already eight in the evening.
“Golly! Were you catching up on some games?"
Jett perked up. “Definitely! Yesterday was the game between St. Mary’s and Carleton, and then I had to catch up on the game the day before with Northern and St. John’s."
Jett’s smile was almost ear to ear. Describing soccer made him feel more lively than he had this entire week.
“After that I kinda got lost in videos of past seasons, which eventually dumped me into tactics, and then I got into the players’ bios. Oh! And don’t even get me started on what happened once I got to the women’s teams.”
Tobias chortled, “Jeepers, son, you must be hungry from your day off!”
Jett’s stomach gurgled angrily in reply. “I guess so.”
“No worries kiddo, I’ve got some leftover hot dogs ready for you fussy types.”
Jett rolled his eyes at the comment. Jett was pretty sure that whenever his roommate was talking about “hot dogs” he was making a hom*ophobic jab. And he was even more confident that “fussy types” meant “hom*osexuals”. Jett wasn’t complaining however as he tossed a few hot dogs in the microwave.
“Now I’ve had a long day so I’m gonna head to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight!” Jett called as his roommate walked off. After chowing down, Jett decided to follow in the Asian-American man’s footsteps. There were still three hours before midnight but Jett was feeling pretty exhausted. Once he had cleaned himself up, Jett strolled into his room and plopped onto the bed. Jett’s last thought before he fell asleep was one of surprise. He was glad that he managed to not scrape his head on the ceiling.
FRIDAY
Jett woke up again to his sheets tented up in the middle. Softly, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and grabbed a squirt of lotion. It didn’t take him long to begin stroking, only this time he was noticeably slower. Unlike the morning before, Jett was taking his time for two reasons. First, he was trying to be as quiet and cautious as possible to not alert a certain someone. But secondly, and without Jett realizing it, he was having a hard time arousing himself. For some reason, he wasn’t hitting the same notes he was yesterday. After some extra work, he finally got his dick to an erect 7 inches. And after some further adjustments, Jett felt himself getting close.
“Son! Isaiah from next door is gonna be here any minute!”
“Ugh!” Jett let out an annoyed grunt to himself. “I'm in the middle of….”
Suddenly, Tobias opened the door and strolled into his room. Luckily, Jett had enough time to cover his lower body. His face however was left in its full embarrassment.
“T…T…T…” Jett stuttered anxiously.
“Good mornin’, champ!” Tobias didn’t seem to comprehend what Jett had just been trying to do. Dressed in a plaid button-up and some plain-colored jeans, Jett watched as Tobias picked some dirty clothes off of the floor and placed it into the hamper.
Jett furrowed his brows, his eyes lost in confusion. Jett was just trying to blow off some steam! His dad…Tobiashad just done it days before, so why couldn’t he? Jett tried to remember the scene, but something felt off about it. It had happened sometime before, right? Had Jett caught the other man shirtless too? Was it just a dream from the night before?
But after some careful thought, it didn’t make sense for Jett to barge into Tobias' room without permission, or even a gentle knock for that matter. Tobias’ room had a lock on it as well, unlike his own.
“I was uh…getting ready!”
“Haha! That’s swell!” Tobias replied. “I’m gonna head over to Henry’s place and then the two of us are heading out again. We are going to brainstorm the perfect wedding anniversary gifts for the missus!”
Jett gave a polite smile before Tobias continued.
“And kiddo, remember to do your homework.”
“What homework…?” Before Jett could clarify however, Tobias had already left the room. Sighing, Jett carefully pulled the sheets back to reveal his now flaccid member. He then looked over to his alarm clock, noticing his dad…roommatehad been right. He had about five minutes to get ready before Isaiah would show up. Lurching up from his bed, Jett quickly grabbed a cleanish stringer tank and some running shorts. Jett slapped on some deodorant and rushed over the mirror. He wouldn’t have time to clean his scalp, noting he would need to schedule a haircut too. Jett did notice too that his running shorts looked a little longer across his thighs even though they were still tight at the seams. Before he could consider the thought any further he heard Isaiah’s knock at the door.
“One second!” Jett shouted, shoving an extra set of clothes into a drawstring bag. Tossing on a pair of expensive Nike shoes, he was surprised at how energetic he was feeling this morning. Maybe he was just excited to work out again after taking a break, even if it was with some generic, possibly closeted college student.
“Morning,” Jett greeted as he opened the door to Isaiah, who appeared to be just finishing up a phone call.
“No worries dad, I’ll be sure to straighten him out…” Isaiah remarked before hanging up. “Jettiah! Are you all ready?”
“Jett,” Jett politely corrected. “And yeah. Are you going in that?” Jett was referencing Isaiah’s outfit. The white graphic tee and cheap mesh shorts paired with a pair of generic tennis shoes appeared as bland as the milky-colored wall behind him. If there was one thing Jett had learned throughout his career, it was that good workout clothes made a huge difference.
“This is how I always dress, nothing special man.” Isaiah chuckled eagerly, not picking up on the insult of Jett’s comment. “Follow me.”
An awkward elevator ride and about 200 steps later, the boys had entered the apartment complex’s “gym”. Jett knew it wasn’t going to be anything like what the team provided him with, but the room itself was still a little sad. A few treadmills, benches, and weights littered the floor. The bike machines in the back looked to be a few decades out of style, and the room itself lacked any coloration to inspire exertion. However, Jett still was feeling pretty energized. He followed Isaiah to the treadmills. Isaiah started off with a walking speed so Jett decided to follow. Sure, the pace felt like nothing to the 6’1 baseball star, but he didn’t want to appear egotistical. His outfit was already showing off his muscular body–there was no need to flaunt it.
“So,” Isaiah started, “how often do you work out?”
“A little,” Jett lied. He usually worked out once a day, this was just an off week for the vacation he took when moving in.
“I see you’ve been doing leg days lately…”
“Thanks!” Jett laughed at the odd and almost flirtatious comment. “Been trying to impress…”
Jett looked down at his legs, taking in their beauty. He watched as they moved with each step in rhythm, his shorts suspended just barely over the knee. As he watched, he could’ve sworn his legs were becoming leaner. They looked less like a baseballer’s trunks and more like a pair of runner’s twigs.
Jett blinked his eyes quickly and looked down again, except this time he didn’t see anything wrong. His baggy shorts moved like an echo to his legs, following his directions just a second later. Jett had always had sleek lower limbs. His dad was always obsessed with soccer, so Jett had played a few games when he was younger. It was only natural for him to have legs meant for long stretches of running.
Testing the waters, Jett decided to act a little bolder with Isaiah. At 27, Jett was comfortable enough with the age difference to shoot his shot.
“If you like those, then check out my sweet abs.”
Jett pulled up his stringer tank and gestured to his tummy, showcasing his rather prominent 8-pack. Jett even patted it tightly to show just how defined they were. In response, his abdominals began to fuse and soften, cushioning his belly with fat to create the faint outline of a man who was just barely skinny enough to make the lines visible.
“Haha!” Isaiah chuckled, turning off the treadmill and making his way to the benches. “Good one buddy, but that’s not going to attract good Christian spouses!”
Again, Jett was confused with Isaiah’s strange choice of words. Looking down at his abs, he should’ve been surprised to see their new, lackluster nature. Instead, he was disappointed that his averageness didn’t appear enough to impress Isaiah. Jett felt a new sense of stubborn pride overtake him. He now wanted to show off to Isaiah, convinced there was a part of his body that would impress the college student. Jett didn’t realize how important this challenge was to him, or how strange this new desire was to appease Isaiah’s standards.
Following behind Isaiah like a dog, Jett didn’t catch how physically close he had gotten to the other man. He could basically feel the heat radiating off of Isaiah.
“You admiring my scent, brother?” Isaiah questioned as he quickly turned around. Jett immediately backed away.
“W…what?!” Jett stuttered, caught off guard and not knowing what else to say responded with “No way man! What am I? Gay?”
“Haha! Of course not. You’re dating my sister after all.”
“Haha yeah…! Wait…huh-?”
Jett didn’t know what to be more surprised with, his own words or Isaiah’s response.
“So,” Isaiah started again. “How much do you lift?”
Jett smirked, forgetting what had just happened and knowing this was his chance to impress Isaiah. “Usually over 250 pounds.”
“250 pounds?” Isaiah questioned. “Don’t pull my sleeve, dude.”
“Don’t believe me?” Jett replied, lying down on the bench. “Stack me up.” Jett watched as a bar was placed on top of him and one by one discs were added on. Jett couldn’t help but giggle as he watched Isaiah struggle to place each one. The movement appeared to be a workout for the kid alone.
“Alright,” Isaiah grunted, beads of sweat forming on his barren upper lift. “300 pounds.”
“Perfect,” Jett squeezed his hands to show off his football-sized upper arms for the boy before reaching out for the bar. With shoulders arched back, he gripped onto the cold metal and exerted all his force. Anticlimactically, the bar didn’t nudge. Jett tried again, but nothing happened.
“I haven’t worked out in a while,” Jett rationalized, noticing Isaiah’s cheeky grin. “Would you mind taking a disc off of each side?”
“Sure.” Jett watched as the college student removed 40 pounds. Jett believed Isaiah would still find 260 pounds impressive. When he tried to lift the bar again however, there was no movement.
After trying a second time, Isaiah said: “I’ll remove some more weight.”
Isaiah was already in action, not allowing for Jett to protest. Once Isaiah had finished, Jett tried again. It was somehow still too heavy. This time, Isaiah didn’t even say anything before removing more discs. Jett felt sweat beginning to form along his own forehead. He wasn’t embarrassed by the commotion, instead he felt a rush of arrogance. It wasn’t enough to fuel his strength however, because Isaiah had to remove even more weight.
“Alright, you got this dude!” Isaiah cheered. Jett nodded his head, determined to lift the bar this time. With all his might, Jett extended his arms and pushed. Panting profusely into his stringer tank, his wobbly arms lifted the bar up once, performed a pump, and placed it back. Jett smirked and let out a satisfactory huff of air, immensely proud of himself.
“See,” Jett co*ckily announced as he sat up on the seat. “Told you I could lift a lot.”
“Man,” Isaiah chuckled. “that was barely average.”
Jett eyed the bar, surprised to see only one disc left on each side. He had just barely lifted 120 pounds.
“But, my biceps…”
Startled, Jett investigated his arms. They were still the slender, tanned appendages he was used to. Although they were rather skinny and bony, they were definitely not gaunt. Jett knew that if he flexed just hard enough, one could see the tiny valleys between his triceps and biceps. Still however, he felt like something was off.
“How am I supposed to…supposed to?”
“Impress your future wife?” Isaiah finished. “She doesn’t need things to be too big. And besides, she’ll already be proud of your growth!”
As Isaiah rubbed his buddy’s back, Jett’s posture straightened. A sense of elation surged within him: being able to impress young men and women like Isaiah felt good.
“These arms are fit enough to skillfully play badminton, golf, and woo over the lady of your dreams!”
Isaiah gripped Jett’s arm, giving it a tight squeeze. Jett did do a great job with his training, didn’t he? Keeping up with his bud in the sports they play, arms as big as the other because the two stuck together. Blending in with their team, and especially the attention the other young women gave them as they laughed together in their soccer jerseys after a game.
Jett caught himself at that last thought. Didn’t Jett play baseball? And what team was he just thinking about? But then again, playing soccer with Isaiah felt a lot more exciting because Jett loved soccer. And badminton. And golf. And the ladies fawning over him. But for some reason that felt like it didn’t make sense either. Jett was g…generic. The women were mostly ogling after the group rather than just him. They were all pretty average, and none of them outshined the other too much. Except maybe Isaiah, who was definitely the most mature of the group.
That was probably why Jett was kind of attracted to the college student, he wanted Isaiah to be his boyfri…best friendwho he looked up to and vice versa!
“Haha, thanks bud! Feeling better already!”
“No problem, man. Say, how about we head to the sauna?”
“This gym has a sauna?”
“Yeah, dude!” Isaiah said, grabbing Jett’s hand and dragging him to the bathrooms. In moments they had made their way through the door and into a room with a few lockers, toilets, and showers. On the far end of the room was a door with a small sign showing the rules for the sauna.
“Towels are over in the corner,” Isaiah said as he made his way to a stall. “I will join you in a little bit.”
Jett nodded, slowly stripping his clothes in silence. The baggy stringer tee came off with ease, somehow having stayed on his toned body this entire time. It looked like it belonged to someone with much more girth and wider shoulders. Jett assumed it must’ve gotten stretched in the wash. Not only that, but his running shorts felt a little loose too. Already reaching his knees, they slid off without too much hassle. Even Jett’s shoes felt a little big. But Jett was too excited for the sauna to dwell on anything else.
Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his smooth, naked body, Jett rushed into the sauna. A blast of hot steam greeted his face, causing a little sweat to gather on his stubble. Usually Jett trimmed it everyday, but Jett had noticed earlier it hadn’t grown unkempt like it usually would have.
“Isn’t it nice here?” Isaiah commented, bringing his 5’10 slim figure over to the sole bench. Jett quickly followed, basking in the saturated heat. He sank into his seat, slowly spreading his legs out.
“C’mon buddy, tighten up your towel,” Isaiah remarked. “You wouldn’t want your dad to come down and see you all loosened up…”
Blushing, Jett didn’t even notice his co*ck had almost popped out from beneath his towel. Not only that, but it was fully erect too. Even after adjusting himself, all 7 inches were clearly noticeable.
“Sorry,” Jett muttered.
“I get it,” Isaiah shrugged. “All of us want to fit in more, just to be average.”
“What?” Jett asked, intrigued.
“Your future wife will like average,” Isaiah replied. “It is a more manageable size.”
Jett thought about this for a moment. Isaiah’s words bounced around his head, not allowing him to form any other thoughts.
“But that being said, if you want to make it a manageable size right now, I can help you relax.”
Jett’s dick pulsed at Isaiah’s words. There was no way that wasn’t an innuendo. Isaiah could not have been that naïve.
Jett nodded eagerly, watching Isaiah turn sideways on the bench. Carefully, Isaiah brought his small, soft hands to Jett’s shoulders and began to massage him. Although this wasn’t what Jett had been expecting, he decided to go along with it. He subconsciously began rubbing his thighs together, massaging his own dick and–without realizing it–imagining it was Isaiah’s own hands.
“This…this is pretty gay man…” Jett mentioned desperately, as Isaiah’s lean bare chest pressed against his back, smooth brushes slimming him down lovingly.
“No worries bud…this is fellowship.”
Jett liked how Isaiah called it “fellowship”; it oddly made him feel more comfortable with the situation.
“You know I care a lot about you, man…” Isaiah spoke softly. “You need to relax…meditate and pray.”
Jett opened his mouth to say something, but Isaiah hit a sweet spot in his back.
“Think of me…and our relationship…”
Jett began rubbing faster, the college student slowly driving him to an edge.
“Mmf…Isaiah!” Jett exhaled. ““Your massage…so soothing…such a firm-!”
Isaiah dug his thumb into a dip behind his shoulder blade, sending a spark of energy across his spine.
“GRIP!”
“Yup buddy, same muscles, same mind…”
Isaiah released one of Jett’s trigger points along his shoulder. Jett loud out a timid yelp, his thighs grinding hard against his dick. The college kid was about to make him spurt all over the inside of his towel.
“Stay on the straight and narrow, brother.”
“I-”
“There you are, kiddos!” The Narrow’s Dad opened the door to the sauna, sending a shock of embarrassment down Jett’s spine. “It’s almost time for dinner–come on!”
“Haha! Of course Dad,” Isaiah chuckled, unphased by the situation they had just been caught in. “We didn't forget! Just a brotherly bonding session, getting to know each other more inside out.”
“Ah shucks! Well I hate to have interrupted you but your sister’s getting hungry. And your father is too, Jettiah.”
“Oh…” was all Jett could say, not even bothering correcting the man.
“Well, you two get cleaned up and I’ll see you in a bit.” Once Henry had left, Jett turned around slowly to face Isaiah. Once he saw the college student, his dick immediately shot right back up to a decent 6 inches.
Jett couldn’t figure out why he had been avoiding Isaiah before. Maybe he had been unable to process his feelings of how much he respected the college student's physical body and undistinguished personality.
Unknowingly, these thoughts were redesigning Jett’s whole reality. The ever-growing desire to spend more time with Isaiah Wang transformed from lust to admiration. Jett realized he didn’t like Isaiah–he wanted to be like Isaiah. And with that epiphany, his co*ck once again went soft again.
“So, want to hang out at my place tomorrow? The game between Stanton and Fenwick starts before noon.”
“Right!” Jett gasped. “Oh man, I almost forgot about that! That sounds great, dude.”
“Awesome!”
Jett swung his right arm over to his best friend’s back, the two jovially walking side by side out of the sauna. At first he questioned his decision, but then corrected himself. Jett did this everyday with his best friend–there was nothing weird about it. The pair chuckled as they continued discussing the previous matches and how passionately they would be rooting for their favorite team to win.
— —
“Haha! I knew you’d enjoy spending time with your bud!” Tobias cheered, putting some burger patties on the grill. Since Jett had gotten home, he hadn’t been able to stop raving about Isaiah.
“You’re growing up just like your dear ol dad! Haha!” Tobias couldn’t stop laughing.
“What do you mean, dad?” Jett questioned.
“We have a thing for those Wang men,” Tobias shrugged. “It’s almost like anatural attraction.” The way Tobias’ voice crafted those words made them sound impure and unclean. Jett was also not fond of the Narrow’s Dad.
“But, I don’t like Henry.”
“C’mon son, you know Uncle Henry only has your best interests in heart.” Tobias flipped a few patties over before continuing. “You know Uncle Henry is proud of you too, Jettiah?”
Proud? Uncle Henry? After the way he treated him this week Jett could’ve swore…no, that’s disrespectful! Uncle Henry was always treating him like a grown adult…maybe he was a bit stricter this week but that was because Jett must have been acting up. Or was it something else?
“Well, it's only expected for a kiddo like you to not understand.”
“But…”
“No buts son, now go and fetch me some lettuce from the fridge.”
Jett followed instructions, grabbing a few pieces as his father placed the finished patties on a plate.
“Have you done your homework already, son?” Tobias asked, serving Jett a lettuce-wrapped patty.
“What homework?”
“What are you talking about, sport? You’ve got some pretty big assignments due next week.”
“Dad, what are you…”
“Young men like you need to meditate on the bible more,” Tobias interrupted, taking on a stronger, more irritated demeanor than Jett had ever seen before. “I told you to get your homework done.”
“But I…”
“No buts! Now turn around.” Tobias quickly stood up and grabbed Jett’s hand, dragging him along. “Dad’s gonna teach you how to be a real man.”
Jett reluctantly followed along, confused with what was happening. Tobias quickly sat down on the couch and dragged Jett with him. In moments, Jett was somehow bent forward across Tobias’ thighs, revealing his thick, tight, muscular bottom to his father. Tobias simply shook his head and gave it a firm-
SPANK!
“AH!” Jett cried out, yet for some reason he did not fight back or even move from his position. The 27-year-old felt like he couldn’t even flinch.
SPANK!
“MMPH!” Jett bit his lip in hopes of the neighbors not hearing.
SPANK!
“I’M SORRY!” Jett shrieked. Tobias nodded and patted his son’s head. “Good, now you’ll remember to listen to your elders.”
Jett slowly got up, thanking God that he didn’t have a thick, tight, muscular bottom. Looking behind at his flat, square, bony buttocks, he believed his punishment could’ve been a lot worse if his butt had been a lot bigger.
Once dinner was finished, Tobias sent Jett to his room to do the homework he was supposed to do earlier. Still confused as to what that meant, Jett decided to ignore his father’s wishes and accomplish what he had been trying to do all week: jack off.
Cautiously, Jett removed his clothes and laid on his bed, his 6’1 body stretched across the frame. Softly, he began stroking his co*ck, a rush of excitement filling him as he was finally about to release. After a few minutes of pumping however, Jett realized something was off. Even though he was going through the motions, his co*ck wasn’t moving. It was stimulated, but not aroused. Jett started rubbing harder, becoming more and more frustrated as his dick stubbornly stayed only half-erect.
“C’mon…” Jett groaned quietly. “I thought this was supposed to grow bigger…”
Jett kept teasing himself, not realizing that he was already fully erect. His 6’ dick seemed to be shrinking in his hand even though it was pulsing in his thin fingers. Jett couldn’t figure out what was happening. Wasn’t it supposed to stay big? That’s what his biology class had taught him, right? Heated, Jett grabbed the large science textbook from his text and flipped to the chapter about male desires. Skimming through, he couldn’t find any tips or pointers on how to arouse his manhood. Jett shut the book in dismay before tossing it on the bed.
“Ugh! How do I jerk off!”
Jett cupped his package frantically. But no matter how many times he brushed his solid member against his bed sheets, all it seemed to do was continue to shrink even further.
“Why is this so hard!”
Jett tried to recall the things that would usually make him get some release. A short, scantily-clad twink with a big juicy bottom should’ve done the trick, but then the character in his head began to change. Suddenly, the twink’s crop top took on two separate, worn-down shades of navy that made it obvious he’d been wearing this specific plaid shirt for more than a few years. The short shorts stretched outwards into a pair of jeans, while a sturdy belt tightened itself around the waist. Pockets filled with knick knacks, a yellowy tan covering his skin, more-pronounced nose to replace the twink’s naturally handsome looks with something rather average-looking. Eventually, Jett’s character had become a regular fellow dressed in nothing too special, just like his personality. And his dad jokes…
With the thought still in his head, Jett’s dick slowly deflated inside his hand. All lustful thoughts escaped his head. The character wasn’t a representation of what Jett wanted, but who he wanted to be! This was the kind of man he respected! Jett was immediately caught off guard when he realized he was naked.
“Haha! What was I even doing anyway!” Jett quickly got dressed and sat at his desk. “Man, I really need to catch up on my homework. Wouldn’t want to disappoint dad again!” By the time he had finished, it was already time to go to bed. Jett quickly cleaned himself up and changed into pajamas.
“Goodnight dad!”
SATURDAY
The alarm clock went off right at eight in the morning. Jettiah rolled over and silenced the buzzer on its third ring. He pushed himself up from his bed, noticing a tent poking from his sheets. However, unlike every morning before, he had no idea what was causing this situation. Jettiah also found himself unable to relieve this situation. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch the mast.
“Oh!”
Jettiah inched away from it, noting how the tip of the 5 inches was particularly sensitive. Finding it slightly amusing, Jettiah brushed his fingers across the top again.
“Oh!”
Suddenly, Jettiah started massaging his dick. For some reason, the motion itself felt familiar even though he couldn’t describe it. Eventually, he began grinding into his hand, the motions making quite a racket. He was too lost in his own flurry of emotions to realize that he was being a little too loud.
“Oh!” he moaned one more time, feeling a rush of adrenaline that only signaled-
“Son, you called?”
Jettiah quickly covered his sheets and tossed his hands behind his head. The fire in his dick immediately subsided and it shrunk away.
“Dad…! I was…”
“Ah…I know how it is, sport…”
Tobias proceeded over to Jettiah’s closet.
“Polo shirts or a plain tee for the youth group; if only I could wear both.”
“Wait, what?” Jettiah examined his closet, noticing all the tees, casual button-ups, polos, and plaid shirts hanging up. They all looked fit to be sold in the clearance section of a Wal-Mart.
“Remember kiddo? You have your church youth group.”
Tobias strolled over to Jettiah’s wardrobe, opening up the drawers to reveal cargo pants, slacks, well-used jeans, trousers with typical tan and gray hues. Along multiple pairs of cargo shorts were also simple, long white and black socks and a countless variety of patterned boxer shorts.
“We are?”
“Yeah!” Tobias said, picking out an outfit for his son to wear. He tossed a simple, cheaply-made gray button-up and a pair of khaki trousers on the bed. “The ladies won’t be there tonight, but I’m sure you already knew Jessica was busy.”
“Jessica?”
“Did you finish your homework last night?” Tobias moved on. Jettiah perked up, finally being able to contribute to the conversation.
“Of course, dad! My tardiness won’t happen again.”
“Now that’s the son I know and love!”
Doing his father proud excited Jettiah like never before. He always aced his studies being a straight-A student. Nothing more, and nothing less. It always made his dad proud every time the 24-year-old came home beaming with joy with another successful thesis submitted.
“Tobias!” a voice called out from the kitchen. “Isaiah needs some help moving the grill, mind giving him a hand?”
“Sure, Henry!” Tobias said, “Be right back, sport. Breakfast is on the counter.” Tobias left the room, and after Jettiah got dressed he followed. On the counter was a greenish-colored smoothie. Grabbing a straw from the cupboard, he didn’t even notice Henry sitting on the couch.
“Oh!”
“Hello there, Jettiah,” Henry started. “Take a seat.”
Jettiah followed instructions, sitting down across from Henry.
“I feel like we haven’t been connecting with each other recently.”
Jett shrugged. It was true, he didn’t care for the man. Sure, his own dad was firm every now and then, but Henry was way too strict.
“You like respecting me, don’t you Jettiah?”
“Yes, Uncle Henry…” Jettiah lied. Henry’s face faltered slightly, taking on a much more malevolent appearance.
“You don’t sound too assured of yourself,kiddo.” Henry made sure to spit out the nickname. “I said, you like respecting me, don’t you Jettiah?”
Jettiah twitched before responding.
“Of course, Uncle Henry! You are my favorite!”
The young man beamed as he and his best friend’s dad laughed together. Bonded together like they had been for over two decades.
Henry got up out of his seat with a smile on his face. He ruffled Jettiah’s hair proudly
“You’re growing up to be just like your father. Strong and firm, yet someone who likes to fit into the crowd…” Henry placed his hands on Jettiah’s shoulders before continuing. “A wholesome young man who is completely obedient to his father’s wishes and respects his elders. Loves to be told what to do, obey, and then repeat it to his offspring.”
“Isn’t that the best life?” Henry suddenly asked Jettiah. “A simple life, with no unnecessary complications other than whether to wear polos or flannel on school reunions?”
Jettiah nodded. Far from feeling like a fresh fantasy, the promise of a simple life was embedded deep as though it had always been there.
But Jettiah was nothing like his dad! Sure he was part Asian…well mostly Asian. Jettiah even gets flustered when the topic of impressing the ladies comes up…even though he may be into guys? At least that’s what he thought. Not to mention the same casual formal attire he likes to wear, like his dad. There’s nothing wrong with taking after your father!
“You know, Henry,” Tobias huffed as he walked in. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say your son has become a fine young man.”
“Thanks, Uncle Tobias,” Isaiah quietly followed in from behind.
“What can I say,” Henry smirked. “Takes after the best!”
All three men chuckled as Jettiah got up.
“Well son, how about you get ready so we can head out?” Tobias asked.
“You should shave off that scruff too,” Henry pointed out. “Doesn’t look fit for a boy your age.”
Jettiah rubbed his stubble, “But I’ve always had a bit of scruff.”
“Now kiddo, you should listen to your uncle,” Tobias started. “I’m sure the ladies find Isaiah a lot more attractive because he’s clean-looking.”
“But dad…I want facial hair.”
“You can keep your facial hair when you’re older.”
“But I am older! I should have facial hair.”
“Older? Son, you must be pulling my leg!” Tobias laughed. “As long as you are under my roof you should follow my orders.”
Jettiah surrendered, hunching over in defeat as he made his way to the bathroom. Seeing his son’s disappointment, Tobias made sure to give Jettiah’s rump a huge smack.
“Go on, kiddo! We gotta go soon!”
Suddenly, Jettiah felt a spark of energy course through his body. He jolted up straight and walked faster, now excited to follow his dad’s rules. If Uncle Henry and his father said it was best, then it had to be. It was almost like he had two dads guiding him.
Two dads? Jettiah found this idea rather off. Something about the thought of two men together like that didn’t make sense to the young man. Pushing aside the thought, Jettiah realized he now had no reservations about shaving as he watched the brownish hairs fall down into the drain. Tossing a few flicks to his medium-length hair, he quickly went to his room and tossed on the outfit his dad had given him. Minutes later, Jettiah presented himself to the men chatting in the living room.
“Much better!” Tobias nodded, walking over to his son and giving him a noogie. Jettiah noticed he just barely had to look up to his father to meet the man’s eyes.
“You know, Jessica would think you look a lot better now that you're cleaned up.”
“Jessica?” Jettiah repeated.
“Don’t get all flustered because I’m here,” Henry remarked. “Now let’s go, we don’t have all day.”
Henry opened the door with car keys in hand, the other three men quickly following behind. Jessica? Jettiah couldn’t get the name out of his head. Why was he supposed to know about some gorgeous, cute lady named Jessica? Wait…how did he know she was hot? And why was his pecker sticking out in his trousers? Jettiah blushed, covering himself up as they made their way to the garage and still trying to figure out what was going on.
— —
“So, what do we usually do at these youth group things?” Jettiah asked Isaiah as they entered the church basem*nt.
“It's just a few college-aged guys that hang out in fellowship. Sometimes we discuss the Bible, and other times we just chat about how good it is to be a brother.”
“Sounds interesting,” Jettiah replied earnestly. The plain simpleness of it all intrigued the young man. After walking down a hallway and leaving their dads behind, the two entered a room with a set of chairs and a table. The room was very basic, nothing unique about it but a wooden cross on the wall. Three men currently sat at the table, all merrily discussing something relating to a scripture that they had read this last week. They all resembled copies of each other with their Asian heritages, plaid button-ups and khakis, and very obvious boring personalities. Jettiah couldn’t help but admire them.
“Hello brothers!” Isaiah announced gathering their attention. They all cordially greeted him back. “We have a new member joining us this week.” Isaiah then made eye contact with Jettiah, “Would you like to introduce yourself?”
“Hey…” Jettiah mumbled, suddenly nervous to speak in front of all these great men. “I’m Jettiah…I’m new.”
The man in the back corner with glasses smirked.
“Hey New! I'm Ruogang!”
The other guys laughed jovially.
“Haha! Sorry man, been spending time with my dad a lot lately.”
“I’m Thomas,” the middle man stated, who with his broad chin and wise eyes looked a lot older than the last man sitting beside him. With a fresh haircut and a cheeky grin, he finished the trio with “and I’m Benjamin.”
“Great to meet you all,” Jettiah nodded quickly before taking a seat with Isaiah. Although uncomfortable at first, it wasn’t long until Jettiah became an easy fit into the crew. They discussed the gospels, school, and women. Although Jettiah wasn’t fluent in any of them, he felt more and more knowledgeable as time went on.
“So what’s your secret on getting a girlfriend,” Benjamin suddenly asked Ruogang.
Ruogang shrugged in reply, “Just be yourself.”
“Man, I have such a wonderful girlfriend,” Thomas sighed in content. “We’ve been going steady for a while, so I’ll be popping the question next week.”
“Haha, nice man!” Jettiah complimented.
“Thanks dude,” Thomas replied. “It’s great to find fellow brothers who are normal and share my values for a change!”
Jettiah let this comment sink in. Were these men considered normal? And was being normal what he valued? Thinking about what his father and Uncle Henry had said, he started subconsciously making connections and corrections.
“Mmmf…mmf…”
Benjamin began palming himself furiously under the table, catching the group’s attention.
“Are you feeling alright, brother?” Isaiah asked.
“What’s wrong Benjamin?” Jettiah added.
“It's just…I haven’t had time to ‘produce’ this week, and this really pretty girl is coming over tomorrow…I don’t know if I can handle it or if I have the time…”
“By all means brother, you can do it now.”
“What? Really Ruogang?”
“Yes, we are part of a fellowship are we not? We are all brothers here…”
Thomas nodded in agreement, followed by Isaiah. Not knowing what they were talking about, Jettiah watched on as Ruogang passed an empty bottle over to Benjamin. He took the bottle after thanking Ruogang and quietly placed it underneath the table. After just a minute and readjusting himself numerous times, Benjamin released a sigh and presented the bottle to the men. Inside was a bubbling, white liquid that filled a portion of the bottle.
“Oh man! Amen! Problem solved!”
“Nice job, brother!” Thomas applauded. “Your father will be so proud of you!”
“Haha thanks,” Benjamin chuckled. “I’ll have to show him after the meeting.”
“Luckily for you, you can do that right now,” Isaiah motioned to the clock. Jettiah hadn’t even noticed that almost three hours had sped by. “It’s time to head out.”
The brothers all groaned in unison, followed by hearty laughs at their own similarity. Each one of them said their goodbyes before meeting back up with their fathers upstairs. Once Isaiah and Jettiah had found Henry and Tobias, they made their way back to the car and home. The four men happily continued their conversations from their sessions about what they had learned.
— —
Quietly, Jettiah washed the dishes in the sink after dinner. His father sat on the couch, clicking the remote through various channels. Knowing Tobias well, he waited patiently until hearing the shouts of an live soccer game. By the names shouted through the screen, Jettiah could even tell that it was a local high school match. The rustle and sounds of the game made the young man excited. In minutes, he was finished with his duties and joined his father at the couch. Tobias confidently tossed an arm over his shoulder.
“Son?” Tobias asked. “Uncle Henry told me that you watched your first ‘production’ today at your church youth group.”
“Production?” Jettiah questioned. “Are you talking about a play or something, dad?”
Tobias laughed. “Something like that son…we are going toplayfor sure.”
To Jettiah’s surprise, his father had placed his free hand on his crotch. Slowly, Tobias began pumping his co*ck through his trousers. It rose to it’s full 8.5, girthy inches rather quickly, pulsing as the proud father stroked it along. Jettiah should have been confused, shocked, and most importantly afraid, but instead he felt attentive. He had to know what secrets his dad had for him.
“Just think of it as your ol’ dad teaching you how to be a man, and it’ll be over quick!”
Tobias continued pumping, making sure Jettiah was paying attention. Lost in a flustered haze, Jettiah watched the scene play out.
“Right now, I am churning my seed so that it will become fruitful and multiply.”
Jettiah nodded along, letting his father take full control of the situation. Jettiah was so engrossed he didn’t even notice when Tobias moved his other arm off from around his shoulder. Or when Tobias’ arm came into his view holding an empty bottle. Or when Tobias pulled down his trousers and plaid boxer shorts, allowing his hard dick to spring out, and then placed the bottle right at the tip of his erect co*ck. In fact, Jettiah didn’t notice much of anything until Tobias spoke again.
“Son, do you know what I’m doing?”
“Not at all,” Jettiah replied in his stupor.
“As it should be,” Tobias stated firmly. “You are now old enough to understand. What I’m doing is called ‘serum production’.”
“‘Serum production’?”
“Exactly,” Tobias confirmed. “We men ‘produce’ not only to procreate but to facilitate our message much quicker, kiddo.”
“What’s our message?”
“‘A good christian husband always thinks about his wife!’”
And with that, Tobias shot a great torrent into the bottle. Jettiah’s wide eyes watched on.
“Whoa!” Tobias said, recollecting himself. “Thank God Brother Henry gave me a bottle before he left. Amen.”
Tobias muttered a silent prayer, thankful that his abstinent seed did not go to waste as it bubbled softly. Jettiah blinked silently as Tobias handed him his own bottle.
“Now son, it’s your time to produce for the cause.”
Jettiah blushed.
“But dad…”
“Don’t worry son, your dear ol’ dad knows how to be gentle, haha!”
After cleaning himself up, Tobias leaned over and helped his son lower his khakis and boxer shorts, revealing his son’s soft, small member. Jettiah co*cked his head sideways, confused at its size. In the back of his head, he felt a nudging argument telling him it should have been much larger than the skinny, overused pencil standing straight up between his legs. It looked less like a “manhood” to Jettiah, who joked with himself that it may be more appropriate to call it a “minihood”.
“Not too big,” Tobias remarked. “Otherwise it wouldn’t fit for an obedient son.”
Jettiah felt his subconscious fully surrender to his father after those words. All sense of authority and dominance was ripped away, leaving behind a more timid, submissive self. Tobias slowly guided his rough, fatherly hand over to Jettiah’s. He then put the other hand in place and began stroking Jettiah’s co*cklet with his son’s fingers.
“Alright son, I want you to stroke a little faster now.” Jettiah followed his father’s orders, feeling a sudden urgency in his “minihood”. It was almost like a rush of energy was surging through his member.
“Now kiddo,” Tobias started softly, sensing Jettiah was near. “The only way to release that pressure is by thinking about our message.
Jettiah threw his head back, allowing for the final adjustments to be made. Jaw softening with a few layers of baby fat, eyes shrinking to hold smaller pupils, a straight and narrow ideology just like his father.
A blurry image flooded Jettiah’s mind. He knew this image was his release; it was what would help him accomplish his mission. All he had to do was clarify it.
“Gotta not waste any drop,” Tobias muttered to himself as he brought the empty bottle up to his son’s pencil.
Jettiah began to focus on the image. It was a person. The person was average height, average weight. Their features were basic, simple, attractive.
“Dad...!” Jett moaned with urgency.
“You’re almost there, sport.”
Jettiah began to breathe heavily, shutting his eyes even harder as the image slowly came to him. The image was the desire for abstinence until marriage. The image was the desire to be fruitful and multiply. Jett grinned as he finally found what he was looking for. The image was the desire of heterosexual attraction above all else.
“Gotta think of my girlfriend!”
Although the young man’s roar sounded mighty, it was actually quite feeble. His “production” was quite minimal as well, with only a few squirts coming out into the bottle. Nonetheless, his father smiled with joy.
“I'm so proud of you, son.” Tobias grabbed the lid and shut the bottle tight. He then handed it back to his son who had tidied himself up in moments.
“Now, over time you will collect your ‘productions’ in this bottle. Once it’s full, let me know and I will get you a new one. Okay, kiddo?”
“Sure thing, dad!”
“Great,” Tobias smiled. “Because you’re young, you will ‘produce’ less than I do at a time, but you can 'produce’ multiple times a day.”
The young man nodded before yawning.
“Unfortunately, it’s already pretty late,” Tobias turned to the clock that read it was still four hours away from midnight. “so I think it would be best for you to head to bed. Alright, son?”
His son quickly got up and followed his father’s orders. In minutes, he had brushed his teeth, gone to the bathroom, and changed into his pajamas.
“I’ll wake you up at 7 sharp!”
“Can’t wait, dad!”
SUNDAY
“Good morning, Jeremiah!”
Jeremiah’s eyes opened excitedly, his father looming right beside him.
“Morning, dad!” he greeted delightedly, jumping up and out of his bed with a burst of vitality. He quickly hopped into the shower and got himself cleaned up, tossing on a pair of plain trousers and a denim button-up. Jeremiah made sure to even secure the collar, noting in the mirror how the color worked well with his tanned skin. It was almost an exact replica of the outfit his dad had worn Thursday. Jeremiah always tried his best to emulate his father through his style, mannerisms, and values.Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Behind him, the rest of the room was clean and remarkably unspecialized. Shirts hung in a dull order in the closet, looking like a saddened rainbow. A cross above his bed frame was the only thing hanging on the walls, and a lamp with a picture of him and his parents were the only decorations he could truly call his. Homework and textbooks littered his desk as well, but they were only temporary decorations as his break from school was just wrapping up.
“Jeremiah!” his father called from the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready!”
“Coming dad.”
The 5’9 young man bounced out of his room, not even bothering to style his hair. The dark chestnut colored bangs always had a way of arranging themselves anyway, even if Jeremiah had to push them out of his face every now and then. He gleefully took a seat at the table, watching as a plate of gluten-free waffles and organic syrup were presented in front of him. Jeremiah beamed a wide smile and immediately dug in. Although 21, Jeremiah still felt and acted like a child.
After a light breakfast discussion, Jeremiah cleaned the table, took to his morning chores, and plopped himself down on the couch with his phone. His phone was an older model, but he wasn’t one to throw something out just because it wasn’t new! That’s what tradition was all about anyway. If it wasn’t broken then there was no need to fix it. That’s what Uncle Henry always said anyway.
The pair wouldn’t leave for the weekly service for another half hour, so Jeremiah decided to scroll through Humblr. After reading a couple of Christian jokes and catching up on some scripture, Jeremiah heard his father call from the master bedroom.
“Aren’t you going to go find your girlfriend, bud?”
A giant grin burst out from Jeremiah’s already-smiling face. The thought of Jessica made him perk up. Even his pecker was excited: all 4 inches standing ramrod straight.
“You don’t have to tell me twice!”
Jeremiah leaped from the couch and–after putting on a pair of sneakers he’d gotten freshman year of high school–walked out of his apartment and across the hall. He knocked three times before taking a step back.
“Ah! Jeremiah!” Henry greeted as he opened the door. “You must be here to see Jessica aren’tcha?”
“Oh shucks Mr. Wang,” Jeremiah's face went red. “How did you know about that?”
“A father-in-law always knows his future son-in-law. Beside, have you seen the way you look at her? You’re basically smitten at the thought of being with her!”
Jeremiah chuckled as Isaiah entered the conversation, dressed in an outfit almost identical to his.
“Looking good, man!” Isaiah smirked as he walked forward. “If we had the same name, we might as well be twins at this point!”
“I’ll stick with Jeremiah Tobias Zhang.” All three laughed at the statement. “It’s taken after the greatest dad in all of Narrow Residences after all.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that!” Isaiah retorted, earning a smack on the rump from his own father. Once they were finished, Henry presented Jeremiah with a box.
“It’s all ready for you,son.” Henry made sure to draw out the last word before opening the small container. Inside was a diamond-encrusted golden ring. Jeremiah remembered that when he had asked for Henry’s permission to marry his daughter, the man had been so thrilled that he had even offered to get Jeremiah the ring to do it. Tobias was so excited that he too had pitched in, getting his own son a simple golden band identical to his own.
“You got this man,” Isaiah cheered, quietly pointing to where Jessica was getting ready.
“Remember kiddo,” Uncle Henry added. “Stay on the straight and narrow.”
“Amen!” Jeremiah joyfully replied, knowing his life was just about to begin.
