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[Part 2]

Andrea reveals, Elfman faces fears, sisters are disappointed

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Edited by A_Little_Show’s spouse

Please start with Part 1.

Summary so far: Andrea is a witch. She casts her spells by wiggly her clitoris instead of her nose. She’s an unrepentant exhibitionist with a particular kink for masturbating in front of crowds. She has decided to recapture some of the thrills she remembers by vicariously observing Elfman’s tribulations.

Warning: Part 2 contains some mild reluctance and embarrassment

———- ~ ———-

“I believe you!”

“One more time.”

“I believe you,” Elfman repeated.

“Alright, that’s enough for now. I’ve just never heard it before, and the words flow so smoothly into my ears.”

“Can I make some suggestions for new spells?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Like, could you make everyone forget if I did something as outlandish as your performance? What if I robbed a bank? Could you make everyone forget that?”

“Yes, and probably, but I won’t.”

“Won’t which?”

“Help you rob a bank.”

“Why not?”

“Monkey’s Paw.”

“Oh, yah. Right. Well, how do you know you’ll get away with your exhibitionist stunts? What if a spell doesn’t work?”

“That is one of my secret nightmares,” Andrea acknowledged. “I get so worked up though, that I put the possibility out of mind.” She paused. “No, it’s in the back of my mind. It contributes to the thrill. What if I’m caught and embarrassed and humiliated? What if I’m shunned?”

“And – you still do it anyway?”

“I’m kinky like that.” Andrea smiled with a hint of mischief.

“What about covering for me? What if I pull a stunt like you did?”

“Is that you’re thing? Do you want to beat your meat for a crowd?”

“No. My kink runs a different way.”

“Do tell?” Andrea was reminded again of why she liked this boy.

“You’ve probably guessed already.”

Andrea considered. “No, I can’t say I have. Give me a hint.”

Elfman held the thumb and index finger of his right and out for her inspection. I noticed you notice.

“Yah, alright. I was curious. What’s up with the two fingered snake charming?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t notice.”

“Seriously. Notice what? I have no idea where you are going with this.”

“I’m small – alright. You made me say it. I have a small dick.”

“Really?” Andrea asked, “You know, I’ve seen a few. Yours looks pretty ordinary to me.”

“Thanks.” The sarcasm dripped from his lips.

“You’re just tall. That’s all. Your eyes are so far away from it – it probably looks small to you.” Andrea switched to her coy face again.

“Thanks for nothing,” Elfman said. “People have been teasing me about it my whole life.”

“Your whole life? Even as a baby?”

“Don’t tease me. You know what I mean.”

“Listen Elfman, your dick is just not that unusual. Get over yourself. This misplaced concern isn’t nearly as attractive as its subject. I thoroughly enjoyed watching you choke your chicken.”

Silence stretched.

“It’s cute the way you hold it.”

“It’s a constant reminder.” He shrugged. “Let’s change the topic.”

“Wait a minute. You were going to suggest a spell. You don’t want me to make it bigger do you?”

“Don’t change anything about my body!” His words echoed genuine fear.

“That’s more like it!” Andrea smiled again. “What is it then?”

“I…I get turned on a bit. Um.”

“Spit it out big boy! Um what?”

“Like, if people – girls – make fun of it.”

“Oh! I get it. You don’t really think it’s small. You’ve just chosen it as a source of the humiliation you crave.”

“Nobody craves humiliation!”

“I just told you I get an extra thrill from the possibility of it. Believe me. I think I understand.”

“Thanks.” He didn’t sound thankful.

“Tell me again why you think your penis is so humiliating. I mean, it’s not HUGE. Don’t get me wrong. It’s cute in its own way – one of the cutest I’ve seen up close.”

“Cute. Thanks” He still didn’t sound thankful.

“Show it to me again.”

“Right now. You want me to just drop trou for you?”

“Why not? I’ve seen it before. This time, it will be a more clinical observation.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Yes you do.”

“Maybe later.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Andrea’s eyes twinkled. “So what spell do you want then?”

“I want to be more popular – with the girls and the guys. I’ve always been the class nerd. I just want to fit in for a while.”

“Why not just hang out with other nerds? You guys are usually more fun than the muscle brains anyway.”

“When was the last time you saw a lot of girls hanging with the nerd boys?”

“There are nerd girls. I’m one” Andrea poked her own chest. “Nerd-i-licious and proud! You remember. I’m a freak.”

“You’re hotter than fuck. You make my eyes water. You could have anyone.”

“Once again, you say the nicest things.” After a coy tilt of her head, Andrea continued, “I’m not all that special really. There are lots of girls hotter than me on this campus. It’s tavşanlı escort the freaky kinkster part of me that’s got you so infatuated – you aren’t objective right now.”

Elfman’s look said he didn’t agree, but he held his tongue.

“It’s later.”

“Later than what,” Elfman retorted.

“You said you’d show me your teeny weeny later. It’s later.”

“It’s not later enough.”

“You know, I could just strip you and then tweak the universe so you don’t remember.”

“You couldn’t. I’m bigger and stronger. Plus, I’m getting to know you. I don’t think you’re the type – ‘Miss I-won’t-rob-a-bank’.” He stuck out his tongue to accentuate air quotes.

“So, quit changing the topic. What spell do you really want?”

“I told you. I want the girls to want me.”

“I’m not enough for you?” Andrea mustered her maximum coquette face for Elfman’s appraisal.

“You look like your face is going to break.”

“Yah. That one doesn’t feel right to me. How about,” Andrea gave him the evil dominatrix glare.

Elfman stepped back a pace. “No. The other was better.”

“But this one feels much more genuine!”

“No. please.”

Andrea let her normal resting witch face take the front of the stage. “You don’t want all the girls to want you. You’d get tired of it within a week.”

“Why not? You want all the guys to want YOU.”

“The girls too,” she winked.

“Exactly my point.”

“You see, I don’t want relationships with those people. I just like knowing they’d cut off their dicks if it meant I’d let them screw me first.”

“That’s a bit harsh!”

“You’re right. I don’t mean it. I just feels so good to feel desired.”

“Yes.”

“But you like humiliation.”

“My fantasies may be about humiliation, but that doesn’t mean I want it in real life.”

“Even if you get a do over after? Hmmm, Let me consider that a while.”

“Please don’t do anything I’ll regret.”

“Don’t worry. If it doesn’t work out, you won’t remember a thing.”

“Stop saying that. It’s scary.”

“It’s still time.”

“Time for what!”

“It’s later. You promised to show me your dick.”

“Fine! Make fun of it all you want. Then never mention it again!” Elfman unbelted his jeans and shoved them down along with his white briefs.

Andrea studied the subject. “I can’t tell anything when it’s floppy. Make it bigger.”

“That’s the problem!”

“Don’t snap at me. Make it erect. Flaccid size means nothing.”

“It doesn’t jump to attention at command.”

“Sure it does!” Andrea unbuttoned her black jeans vest. When it opened, she traced circles over her nipples with her fingers while the nipples grew more prominent under the silky shirt. Then, she jiggled her unbound breasts. The side to side motion tickled them under the soft shiny fabric. After waiting a moment, Andrea pouted. “No? That’s not enough?”

Before Elfman could answer, she stripped the pajama shirt over her head and jiggled her breasts topless. “That’s better.” She smiled. “Stroke it a few times to make sure it doesn’t get even bigger.”

Elfman begrudgingly masturbated for his audience. In his heart, he wanted to do it. Jerking for her was a thrill. Anticipating her ridicule was also a thrill. “What, that’s it?” he imagined her asking.

“Why do you only use two fingers? I’ve never seen that before.”

In a huff, Elfman answered, “because it’s too small for me to wrap my whole hand around it!”

“Show me.”

Sure enough, when he made a fist around his weiner, it completely disappeared from view.

“Ahhh! I get it now.”

“What?”

“Your dork isn’t so small – you dork. Your hands are gigantic!”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Think what you want. Check it out sometime. Compare your hands to other people instead of comparing your penis.”

“Maybe,” he begrudged.

“Now finish what you started. I’ll let you spew on my breasts.” She thrust her chest out in an exaggerated pose. “Let me have it.”

———- ~ ———-

In the after glow, with his head in Andrea’s lap, she twisted locks of his hair absentmindedly. Her bare breasts swayed above his forehead with her breathing, and he couldn’t stop looking. It was hypnotizing.

“I do like it when you look at me like that.” Andrea smiled the rare but impressive Cheshire Cat version. “You may have insipid me to cast a spell or two.”

“Please no. Don’t change anything about me.”

“Keep saying that. It’s very attractive.” She pulled his hair that had been forgotten in her grasp.

“There’s something else,” Elfman said. “Now that you know, you should stop calling me Elfman. It hurts my feelings.”

“What?” Andrea yanked her wondering mind into the small confines of reality.

“You said it isn’t small. How can I believe you if you keep calling me Elfman?”

“It’s not your name?”

“You really don’t know me very well,” Elfman complained. He made movements to stand up, but she gently persuaded his head back into her lap.

“It’s a nickname that goes back to junior high. I haven’t been tekirdağ escort able to escape it even by traveling to a different state.”

“Damn. It has stuck! I’ve never heard anyone call you anything but Elfman.”

“My name is…”

Andrea covered his mouth with her hand. “Don’t tell me. I love your name. Own it with pride! You’ll always be Elfman to me.”

“Great.” He sighed.

“Go get us some dinner. I have some witchcraft to do.”

“I thought you needed an audience for that.”

“Need? – no. Want? – often.”

“I’d rather stay for the show.”

“Hurry, and I might not be finished yet when you return.”

“Fine.” The scolded dog face melted Andrea’s heart. “Aww,” she thought. “He wants to watch.” Her lips turned up the the Cheshire Cat expression she hadn’t use so often in forever. “I like it when he watches,” her inner voice confirmed.

———- ~ ———-

Andrea was in the shower when Elfman returned. He had two bags of “Five-Guys” and a 2 liter bottle of ginger ale. “She doesn’t lock her door”, he mused. “Well, she don’t close her drapes either.” She had a light on in the bathroom as dusk approached outside. If people weren’t already watching her, they would be when the light turned her room into a stage for the audience on the sidewalk.

He stood and watched her rinse her hair. She winked at him.

“I planned to be done already. Things went longer than usual, and then I was all sweaty.”

Elfman groaned. “Should I be frightened?”

“I told you. If things go wrong you’ll never know. You’ve got nothing to loose.”

“That isn’t some crack about my penis is it?”

“Never!” She pouted.

Elfman retreated from her bathroom and closed the curtains. “She may be the star of her own show, but I don’t want to join the cast,” he muttered to himself.

When Andrea eventually relinquished the shower, she walked naked into her room and frowned at the closed curtains. “You’re no fun,” she pouted.

“You’re not embarrassed at all?”

“If they don’t want to see a sexy naked coed, they shouldn’t be looking in the windows of sexy naked coeds. It’s all on them.”

“Yah, but?”

“I wasn’t always so cavalier,” Andrea confessed. She didn’t know why she confided so much in Elfman. He was certainly fodder for her ongoing fantasies, but why was she bringing him into her inner life? She decided it must be because she finally had a believer and could discuss subjects nobody else could handle.

“What changed you?”

“I don’t know that I really changed,” She flopped naked onto her bed above the covers after a cursory attempt to finish drying herself. “Maybe I changed the world so slowly that I didn’t notice where it was going, and here we are.”

“Is that how you see it? You don’t change, but the world changes to suite you?”

“More or less,” she shrugged.

“How do you know you aren’t turning back time when you create a universe where nobody remembers your escapades?”

“I’ve tried, once or twice. Some things can’t be undone. Maybe people don’t remember, but they happened.”

Silence reigned for a time.

“See,” she finally said. She pointed to a faint but long scar running from her wrist most of the way to her elbow. “I wouldn’t have this scar if I could undo the past.”

“What happened?”

“I was an overly dramatic girl who wore her emotions on her sleeve. That little girl tried to cut away those emotions, and I’m what’s left.”

“You tried to kill yourself?”

“Maybe. I don’t think I really wanted to die, but I would have rather died than remain invisible.”

“I can’t believe you have ever been invisible… unless… a spell?”

“No spell. I suppose we each design her own hell. For a teenager with raging hormones desperate to exhibit herself, hell took the form of invisibility. Nobody noticed me. I might as well have never been there.”

“I can’t even imagine.”

“See. That’s why I like you. Sometimes you say the right thing.”

“Sorry,” he said, but he smiled with pride. Faking a cough, he scratched out, “Huh, huh. She likes me!” in the same way school kids cough the word “bullshit.”

“What changed in the world that you didn’t see? Would you undo it if you could?”

“Never.” She looked at her ceiling and pretended to consider what to say when in reality, she only considered whether to say it – to him. Eventually, she tired, “Who knows why I am the way I am? I don’t want to be anything else anymore. That’s what changed: acceptance.”

“Acceptance of what?”

“I changed the things I can change. I accept the things I cannot change, and I strive for the wisdom to know the difference.”

“Very wise.”

“Hah. I read it in a fortune cooky.”

“I know that prayer. Is a witch religious?”

“Oh yes! I know the universe first hand. You may call her God if you want. Fate is more accurate, I think. I am DEFINITELY her daughter.”

“Wow.” Elfman digested that revelation.

“Anyway, Exhibitionism is a drug you can become habituated too. I crave bigger and bigger hits. There was a time tepebaşı escort when hearing my name spoken by a cute boy could twist the knobs of my libido. There was a time when I accidentally on purpose let a boy look down my shirt. It was nearly orgasmic. If he had shown any interest in what he saw, I probably would have squirted right there.” Andrea laughed.

“It seems like a long road from being excited to hear your name to masturbating for an audience of hundreds – half of them recording the stunt.”

“Trust me. I’ve walked every mile of that road. It has been lonely at times.”

“You can’t escalate much more can you? What are you going to do to top the lawn party?”

“Ah, but now I’ve got you. I’m starting to see how living vicariously through you can be almost as much fun.”

“You’re scaring me again.”

“Bwahahaaa. You should be scared little minion.”

Elfman shivered.

Andrea stood on her bed, flung open the curtains, faced the sidewalk, and shouted through the glass window, “AWSOME COSMIC POWERS! ITTY BITTY PUSSY.” Then she turned her back to the window and jumped up and down with arms spread like Rocky Balboa at the top of the Philadelphia library steps. “Kiss me,” she demanded and launched herself like a crowd surfer with a crowd of one.

Elfman collapsed under the onslaught, and they both rolled to the floor giggling.

———- ~ ———-

Elfman was walking home from his last class of the day when a woman stepped in front of him. Her name was Litia or Lilith – he struggled to remember. “Hey, Elfman,” she said.

“Yah?” He took a step back.

“Do you remember me? I hope you remember me?”

“Ah, Lilith,” he guessed?

“Close enough. It’s Livonia.”

“Right.” Elfman took another step back.

“So, we – I mean I, was wondering if you’d come to dinner at our house, Alpha Delta Pi?”

“Why me? Is this some kind of joke?”

“It’s kind of a dare. The other girls dared me to bring you.”

“No thanks.” Another step placed even more air between them.

“Please.” She pouted. “I’ve got a lot of pride tied up in your answer. I said I knew you. I said you’d come if I asked.”

“Why me?”

“You know why,” Livonia blushed.

“What does that mean?”

“I promise, you’ll have a good time.”

“No thanks.”

“Oh, please?”

“I tell you what,” Elfman hedged. “Instead of me coming to your house, why don’t you come back to my dorm with me. “Then you can tell all the girls about it.”

“I don’t know?” Livonia vacillated. “They might not believe me.”

“Well, call them up and tell them. I’ll stand next to you so they can all see.”

“OK.” She seemed disappointed.

After a moment, Elfman stepped into the frame of Livonia’s selfie.

“Hey everybody. I told you I knew him!”

Elfman waved.

“He wants me to go to his room with him. Isn’t that right?” She pushed the camera in his face.

“Sure thing,” he stammered. All the while he thought, “WTF WTF WTF WTF…”

“Can’t we come too?” someone on the phone asked with a whimper.

“I’m sure he won’t mind!” Livonia closed the video chat.

“Listen, Livonia, I know this is some kind of put-on. Why don’t we just skip to the punch line?”

“OK – so we were talking – my sisters and me about – well, about some of the notches on our bed posts – well, and your name came up.”

“Why’s that?”

“You know why!” Livonia blushed again.

“Tell me.”

“You’re the unicorn. You’re the white lion. You’re the un-getable get.”

“You’re all into nerds, huh.”

“Exactly!” She looked at her feet in stiletto heals. “And some of the girls want a little nerd in – them.” Livonia blushed from cheeks to sternum.

“OK. That’s it. I’m out!” Elfman turned to leave.

“You promised! You told all the girls. Don’t back out now!”

“Why do you want nerds?”

“That’s a stupid question, duh!”

“Tell me.”

“It’s like that stupid 80s movie, right? The one where the sorority girls realize nerds make the best, um, ah, lovers?”

“‘Revenge of the Nerds’? Is that the movie? I don’t think you got the plot exactly right.”

“We – I – just want to know if it’s true.”

“It isn’t. I’m going now.”

“Please! Why not try? You don’t have a girlfriend do you? It isn’t Meghan! Who is it?”

Elfman considered naming Andrea, but he really didn’t want this drama playing out for her eyes. “No girlfriend.” He stammered.

“I promise you’ll have a good time.” Livonia winked.

Elfman didn’t exactly consent, but he had been retreating toward his dorm and decided to call her bluff – at least for a little while. When the pair arrived at his room, a couple of pretty girls were ushering Elfman’s roommate away down the hall. Two other girls blocked his open door.

“Here his is girls!” Livonia announced.

“I’m so excited!” One of the girls bounced on the balls of her feet. The other said, “I’ll never doubt you again,” to Livonia.

“Take his clothes off,” the bouncer suggested.

“Woah!” Elfman put up his hands, but two girls tackled him into his room. Two others entered right behind them. They wrestled him to the floor while he fought them to keep his pants on. He didn’t want to hurt them, but he was starting to panic.

In seconds, his jeans bunched around his ankles, and feminine hands pawed at his briefs.

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Cowboy Daddy

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There was a twangy tune filling the room with popping, snapping sounds of banjo strings being plucked. Jimmy was laying on the mattress of a double bed, holding a cigar in between his lips, all while he cradled the banjo like it was a puppy.

Clouds of smoke gathered in the atmosphere, and Jimmy didn’t even have the windows open. The small, box-shaped bedroom was filled with thick, grayish-white smog. He didn’t care, though. Having barely any gold had its perks.

As Jimmy averted his gaze to the closed door, a loud clout sounded at the wood. The door slowly opened, causing a creaking sound to be heard. The face of a younger male looked into the crack of the door, keeping the door only open a jar for the time being. He breathed heavily, showing a signal that he was nervous.

“S-sir?”

“Ah, Peter, what a lovely surprise. I’ve been thinkin’ about ya. Come ‘ere and give ya daddy a hug.”

“…Yes, of course. I’ll give you just that, sir.”

Peter walked through the doorway and closed the door behind himself. The creaking sound of the door made him flinch, but Jimmy didn’t care about the sound.

“Peter,” he started, setting the banjo down beside the bed and up against the wall. Jimmy then glanced over at Peter again, this time patting his lap, “I know you like bein’ a queer and doin’ queer things. No need to be shy when yer around me.”

Hesitating with a snicker, Peter held his hands close to his chest. His body quivered when he stepped closer to the man laying on the bed, moving very gradually. Peter was a tall, slender lad, and probably a bit too scrawny. He was as suşehri escort skinny as a twig, standing at five foot seven, and yet he had a very pretty, feminine face.

“I-I killed a rabbit. The trap worked.”

“Good. You’re startin’ to learn about the ranch and what we do ‘ere. I castrated eighteen bulls today.”

“I heard you did that without any gloves on,” mentioned Peter, as the lad tried to pull a weak, quivering smile.

“Men don’t need gloves to do such things.”

“I know, s-sir.”

“What do ya think about my friends? Are they keepin’ ya company?” Jimmy asked, striking up a conversation.

“…They ride around me on big, big horses, and constantly call me a ‘faggot’. It kind of makes me feel scared to ever visit your ranch, sir.”

“They’re just tryin’ to be friendly with ya; make ya feel welcome at our ranch. It’s not often we get eighteen-year-old boys comin’ to work at our ranch,” reminded Jimmy, “I’m not jokin’ around or nothin’, but you scream at everythin’ that surprises you when you’re workin’ there.”

Coughing, the smoke was intense in the room, especially with Jimmy still puffing on his cancer stick. The older man pulled a dirty grin that stretched from ear-to-ear, while his hand patted his lap another time.

Jimmy was clad in bootleg trousers, a button-up black shirt, and a pair of heavy, dirty boots. Peter wore a white shirt of similar design, a pair of slim trousers, and his short brunette hair was combed neatly to one side.

“Come ‘ere. Don’t just stand there, princess,” urged Jimmy.

To Peter, Jimmy looked intimidating taksim escort with that tall, wide-brimmed hat on his head. A traditional cowboy hat.

Drawing closer to Jimmy, Peter took a seat beside Jimmy on the bed. Peter straightened his back as soon as he sat down, placing his hands in his lap. He swallowed a lump in his throat.

“Yes, sir,” answered Peter, as his brown orbs stared up at Jimmy’s face.

“Quit it with that ‘sir’ crap. Call me Jimmy. Just ’cause I’m an old man, don’t mean I need to be called ‘sir’. Remember that, boy.”

A large, well-built arm swathed around Peter’s shoulders, as Jimmy pulled the younger male closer to himself. The stench of cigar smoke filled Peter’s nostrils, and he could smell it even more when Jimmy spoke. Peter noticed how greasy Jimmy’s hair looked, as dirty blonde locks rested down the side of his face.

“Yes, J-Jimmy,” the boy hesitated, gulping again.

His hand fondled the lad’s shoulder, feeling just how bony it was. Jimmy leaned forward and planted an idle kiss onto Peter’s third temple.

“Good boy. Now don’t be shy.”

Leaning away, Peter lightly licked his lips, sniffing through his mouth. Jimmy wiped his hands on the boy’s shirt, feeling down his back and arms. He felt the lad’s spine through his shirt. But every touch Jimmy gave him, Peter inched away, trying to brush Jimmy’s hands off him.

“Why are you tryin’ so hard to be polite and friendly?” Jimmy questioned.

“I-I’m just nervous, sir, that’s all. I mean…Jimmy,” he hesitated, meeting Jimmy’s gaze with his own another time.

Jimmy tala escort just laughed, “I won’t hurt ya, I promise. I know you’re so easy to break but I ain’t gonna break ya.”

“…You promise?”

“Isn’t that what I said, Peter?”

Coming closer, Peter pressed his knees into the mattress of the bed, as he started to crawl up to the laying man. Peter placed a hand onto Jimmy’s chest, albeit quickly moved that hand away. Peter was just like a stray cat – nervous and lacking any trust.

“Come on, boy. No need to be slow.”

Jimmy draped his arms around Peter’s back, and quickly pulled him closer to himself, allowing the lad to lay right beside him. Peter grunted, smelling the smoke even more. But his lips quivered, curling into a small smile. Peter’s brown eyes glanced up at Jimmy, eyeing the lit cigar in between his rims.

“Perhaps I could try your cigar, Jimmy?”

Raising a hand, Jimmy took the cigar from in between his lips, and soon offered it to the lad beside him.

“Sure.”

As Jimmy offered, Peter didn’t even touch the cigar with his hands, but instead, Peter took it in between his lips and inhaled the smoke into his lungs. He could taste Jimmy’s lips, too, from when the man had been smoking on the cigar before Peter. The taste was sweet, and the smoke smelled dirty, woody, masculine…an aroma that didn’t feel healthy at all. But Peter didn’t care.

“Thanks,” he still looked up at Jimmy, now blowing out a stream of smoke from his mouth.

Jimmy still had his arm swathed around the lad’s shoulders, and now, feeling relaxed, Peter rested his head onto Jimmy’s shoulder. He felt comfortable, even though he hadn’t yet washed up after spending the day on the ranch.

“Ya know, if ya ever want to, you can call me ‘daddy’. I’m old enough to be your dad after all.”

“…I’ll think about it.”

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Ass

I have always been so turned on by the idea of getting fucked by a rideshare driver. I always try to grab my crotch or pull my pants down a little and show my ass crack as I get out to see if I get any interest or reaction from them. I had been trying this for about a year and had not had much luck.

A few weeks ago, I was leaving the dentist and decided to hail a ride from a certain mainstream rideshare app. I hit “confirm” and it matched me with Aaron in a blue Nissan SUV. I couldn’t see him too well in the small picture that is shown to you, but he didn’t look bad at all. I was just hoping he was cute in person.

He pulled up and as I was getting in, I pulled down my pants just a little so that he could see my ass crack when I got out. He confirmed my name and destination and we took off. I got a look at his face in the front mirror and he looked really good. He had a tan complexion (I later learned he was Dominican) with black hair and a moderate beard. I asked him how his day was going, trying to see if I could get him to talk to me and he said it was going well, adding that I was going to be his last ride and then he was going to go home and relax. I told him that sounded good and that he deserved it.

I then moved my hand down to my crotch and kept trying to make small talk, suluova escort hoping he would see my hand on my crotch in the rear-view mirror. Because I’m such a fucking horndog, my dick was getting hard in my pants just talking to him. After a few minutes we hit a red light and the convo came to a dead silence. I moved my hand a little bit and was now grabbing the erect dick print in my pants. Half of me was kind of embarrassed and the other half of me wanted him to see it.

The light turned green and as he was taking off he asked me, “Whatcha got there?”

“Hmm?” I said, trying to act oblivious.

“In your hand,” he said. “Why are you holding your dick like that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be,” he said. “It looks really fucking hard.”

“It is,” I said.

“Pull it out and let me see it.”

Instead of just unzipping my crotch, I pulled my pants all the way down and slid forward so he could get a good look. He pulled over into an empty parking spot and turned his head back so he could get a better view.

“Nice,” he said. “Wanna see mine?”

“Sure,” I said.

He undid his pants and showed me his thick, hairy dick. I am sucker for a hairy dick with a thick bush. I reached out and grabbed it because I couldn’t fucking help myself.

“Do sungurlu escort you like it?” he said,

“Fuck yeah,” I said as I jerked his dick up and down with my hand while starting to salivate in my mouth.

He told me to come up to the front seat, which I did. I jerked his dick for about another five seconds before I took it upon myself to bend over and start sucking him off.

“Oh shit!” he said, which only made me start sucking him harder. I fucking love having a dick down my throat while my faggot bitch face is buried in a thick, hairy bush. Thick pubes hold the scent of ball sweat and cum so well, and the strong scent of his ball sweat and cum was literally making my fucking ass hole quiver. After sucking him for about five minutes and getting his dick fucking covered in spit, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me.

“Here?” he asked.

“Or wherever,” I said.

He said we could go back to his place because his girlfriend wouldn’t be back until later that night. I love being a slut for horny men with wives and girlfriends.

We pulled up our pants and kept driving and I tried to hold it together until we got to his place.

When we got there, he pulled me into the guest room and laid a sheet over the bed to catch any cum stains. sürmene escort We picked up right where we had left off, with his thick dick down my fucking throat and my face buried in his hairy bush. He then grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth, with me slobbering all over his thick dick. He reached behind me with two fingers and said, “You ready?” as he started toying with my ass.

“Fuck yeah, give it to me,” I said.

He turned me around and gave me one of the best poundings I ever had in my life. This was not a slow, sensual fuck. He fucked me like an animal in heat. And I loved every minute of it. After a few minutes of pounding my horny ass, he grabbed me by my neck and fucked a nice, thick load of cum up my fucking hole. I felt so good but I was also so sad it was over. He pulled his dick out and told he wanted to watch the cum drip out of my ass. I spread my hole for him and let him watch the cum leak out of my hole and drip down my balls and my legs. He asked me if I wanted to clean myself up but I said no, and started to put my clothes on with his cum still dripping down by legs and all in between my butt cheeks. It would be a sexy reminder on my way home of all the fun we had.

I knew his girlfriend might be coming home soon, so I thanked him for everything and headed out. I ordered another ride on the way home, but with my bad luck I got a female driver and was disappointed that I had no chance of trying to get a second load of cum up my horny ass.

Here’s to hoping I can get more rideshare driver dick in the future!

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Journey Straight to Gay Slut Part 3: First Taste

This is a direct sequel of Journey Straight to Gay Slut Part 2.

Part 1

Liam begins talking to a lady called Jo on a BDSM chat room, although she is married and Liam is in a relationship they both decide to meet up and have a wild night of fucking. By the end Liam experience his first time of being rimmed and having his arse fingered.

Part 2

Jo begins to become more dominant, getting Liam to finger himself on facetime. When they meet up for a second time to have a threesome with a man named Kal that Jo also met on a BDSM chatroom. During the threesome Liam ends by having his arsehole fingered by Kal whilst he also sucked his dick. Jo takes Liams cum into her mouth and kisses Liam, giving him his first ever taste of cum.

Part 3

I lay in bed, having just had an hour long phone call with Sam, my girlfriend, I sat back and began to feel guilty about cheating on her with Jo. It was only supposed to be a little online fun, but something about Jo had me hypnotised and I couldn’t say no.

Even with the thoughts of guilt running through my mind, just the image of Jo made my cock hard. Sitting in my bed in my apartment, my roommate Myles was out, I flicked through my old chat with Jo and watched a few of the videos she has sent to me and started wanking.

Images of her fingering herself, her on her hands and knees, moaning my name and spanking herself. I closed my eyes as I grew closer and closer, moaning quietly to myself. I couldn’t help but think of Kal sucking on my cock.

Now Jo and my girlfriend were amazing at blowjobs, but I don’t know what Kal did, he was perfect. He knew exactly how to please my cock and just thinking of it made me cum instantly.

Cumming into my hand and dripping down onto my abs I sat there satisfied. Then I remembered when Jo kissed me and I felt some of my cum run into my mouth. Then I did something I have never imagined doing before.

I brought my hand to my face and licked a big puddle of cum straight off, tasting myself for the second time in my life….

It was… great. I thought I would be disgusted, but after one lick and rubbing it around in my mouth. I returned my tongue and licked the rest off.

Once my hand was fully clean I looked down at the cum on my stomach. Then I was hit weird a reminder of how strange that was, standing up I got some tissue and cleaned the rest off. The thought of licking the rest cleared from my mind and I carried on my evening of watching TV as usual.

The next few days I carried on texting Jo, our dirty texts have died down a little since we have now actually met.

I argued in my own head about meeting up again, one side of me lusted for the opportunity to fuck her again, but the other side felt guilt of cheating more.

After a few days I again wanked over her videos, and again I licked my hand clean, except this time… I didn’t use a tissue and licked the rest up, finishing off a full load of my own cum.

I didn’t tell Jo this, worried she would find it strange and not be attracted to me any longer.

That weekend

My girlfriend was up seeing me this weekend and we went out for a meal and drinks on the Friday and had a lazy Sunday in.

“Do you think we should start looking into moving in together?” She suddenly asked.

Surprised by her question, the idea of living together has been in my mind, but we both lived so far away I never knew where we would settle for.

“I think it is definitely something to think about.” I told her.

We were lay in bed and Sam was just in a red thong and no bra, looking at her body, she was very attractive. Toned and slim, but I instantly thought of Jo’s larger tits, the image of them swinging in my face as she rode me.

Horny, I started kissing her, luckily for me, she was in the mood and was kissing me back. It didn’t take long for Sam to have her legs wrapped around me as I was fucking her. Moaning into my mouth.

I started speeding up, fucking her a little faster. In my own head to make sure I don’t call her a slut again, my orgasm was slower with this slow fucking, rather than the fast and hard fucking with Jo.

After a while like this I eventually came inside her pussy and she came around my cock. After that we lay down for bed and fell to sleep.

Wednesday

I have not been texting Jo as much and stopped myself from licking up my cum when I wanked.

I thought that I should cut it off with Jo and go back to being loyal with Sam.

That was, until my phone buzzed.

“Hi there my slut, what are you up to tomorrow night?”

It was from Jo.

My feelings of guilt were still there but having her dominant side and calling me a slut had my cock at full alert straight away.

“I am free tomorrow, what about you?”

A moment later she replied.

“I am free as well, same hotel as last time?”

I didn’t know what to do, I knew I wanted to, but I knew that sorgun escort I shouldn’t. I could see myself staying with Sam for the rest of my life.

It didn’t take long of my thinking for Jo to send a second message.

“If you don’t get back to me in two minutes I am meeting up with someone else.”

That was it, I couldn’t say no, I had to see her again.

“I will be there, 6.30pm?” I replied.

“Good boy. See you then.” She said, attached was another photo of her perfect big tits.

The Next Day

I was watching the clock all day at work, as soon as 5pm came I was out the door, in my car and driving to the hotel to meet Jo. Excited to have her to myself again and feeling that I needed to get some of my manliness back after having Kal finger me and suck my cock last time.

I was there first and waited thirty minutes for her to arrive. The entire time I was sat on the bed and contemplating if this should be the last time, if I should just call it quits before I risk getting caught.

Then the door opened.

“Sorry I am a little late, I got stuck in traffic.” She said closing the door behind her.

There she was, her long brunette hair falling down her back, in a black dress. He skin was tanned and beautiful, her larger legs on show and her big tits pushing out of them.

“That is okay, I am glad you text to meet up.” I said to her.

“Get over here.” She ordered.

Within a few seconds I walked over to her and she pulled me in for a kiss.

Making out, her wet tongue was running against mine and I was instantly horny, knowing I was in for another great night of fucking.

As we made out my hands were running all over her body, up her skirt and grabbing her big arse, grabbing hold of her big tits and moaning into her mouth as her hand grabbed onto my hard cock.

Suddenly, she was on her knees and pulling my cock out of my trousers.

Once it was out, she smiled and looked up at me.

“Mmmm I’ve missed this big, hard cock!”

Then I felt the similar feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down instantly and spitting all over it.

“Fuck! I love you cougar mouth on my cock you slut!” I moaned out at her.

Suddenly I felt a spank on my arse as she took my cock down her throat and pulled out.

“Naughty boy! For that you’re going to eat me out now!” She ordered, standing up and going to lay on the bed.

She pulled her dress over her head with ease and was stood in front of me in just a black thong and a black bra.

Fuck she is so hot, her body may be bigger but she looked toned at the same time.

Laying down on the bed, she spread her legs whilst I just stood still, drooling at the mere sight of her.

“Get over here!” She ordered.

I started by kissing her right leg, working my tongue up and down until I got to her inner thigh, then raising her left leg and repeating.

Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier and I could tell she was getting more and more turned on.

“Fuck stop teasing me and lick my cunt!” She ordered.

Raising her arse, I pulled her black thong down and marvelled at her soaking wet pussy, she must be horny because she was already dripping wet and her clit was throbbing.

Not losing any time, I leant down and ran my tongue along her lips, circling all around her pussy but purposefully missing her clit to tease her. Something occurred to me, she tasted different to when I have licked her pussy before.

“Lick my clit now!” She moaned out loudly. Grabbing onto my head and pulling me in, my tongue flicked along her swollen clit over and over until she was moaning louder.

Fuck she tasted amazing, I don’t know what it was but I loved it!

“Yes lick my cunt you slut!” She kept moaning.

“Mmmmm” I moaned back with my tongue delving deeper into her pussy, tasting her more and more.

“You like that baby? You like licking my wet pussy?” She asked.

“I fucking love it.” I moaned back, barely taking my tongue out of her.

“Good boy, you want to know what I have done today?” She asked.

I just nodded, not wanting to take my tongue away from her sweet pussy.

“I wasn’t in work today, I met up with a dominant fifty year old man. He fucked me just before I came here.” She moaned out.

This, really shocked me! She has just been fucked by another man and came to meet me? She was really turning into a slut cheating on her husband.

“Andd….” She moaned “He came deep inside my cunt just before I came here!”

What the fuck?!

Not letting me stop, she grabbed my head and held me into her pussy.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop slut! Eat my cum filled pussy!” She ordered.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, the taste was amazing and I was not nearly as disgusted as I thought.

Not needing encouragement I dove my tongue deep inside her pussy and kept licking her more and more, moaning into her cum filled pussy.

“Fuck yes! You’re going to make me cum you little slut!” She screamed out.

“Fuuuckk suadiye escort yeeess!” She screamed as her body tensed up as she came onto my tongue.

“Get up here now!” She ordered.

Not needing to be asked twice, I was straight up her body and kissing her tongue. The taste of cum was still in my mouth as our tongues met and I slide my rock hard cock easily into her dripping wet pussy.

“God I’ve missed this pussy you fucking slut!” I moaned into her mouth.

I was shocked to be met with a slap and her shouting at me.

“Don’t call me a slut you fucking bitch!”

I didn’t know what to do, she usually loved being called a slut. I stopped dead in my tracks not knowing what to do or if she wanted me to continue.

“Keep fucking my cunt!” She ordered.

“Yes Jo.” I replied almost nervously, carrying on thrusting my cock balls deep into her pussy.

“You call me Joanne for now on my sex slave!”

FUUCCKK this woman is amazing!

Her legs wrapped around me and I carried on fucking her as hard as humanly possible, slapping my thighs against hers as her pussy wrapped around my hard cock.

“I’m not going to last longer!” I moaned out warning her.

“If you cum in my cunt you are licking it clean you fucking slut!” She moaned back at me.

“Fuuuuuckkkkkk!” I moaned out filling her full of my cum without thinking. Her treating me like this and dominating me making me cum instantly.

“Mmmmm good boy.” She moaned as I unloaded inside of her.

“Fuck that was amazing!” I said, panting for breath.

“Good boy, now you know what you have to do.” She said with a smile.

“You were serious?” I asked, my horniness now died down and not thinking that is something I want to do.

“You licked another mans cum out of my cunt, you can lick your own.” She said.

She was right, I still can’t believe that I did it, but I have eaten my cum a few times now and was not grossed out by it.

Not giving myself time to think about it, I lowered myself down her body, biting onto one of her nipples on her perfect tits.

Soon I found myself at her pussy, I could see my cum leaking out of her and her own juices making her pussy looking soaking.

Leaning in, I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy and all the way to the top, taking loads of my cum into my mouth.

Feeling her hands on the top of my head, I went back down and took more and more of my cum into my mouth.

“Mmmm good boy, lick my clit!” She ordered.

Flicking my tongue along her clit, the smell and taste of cum filled my senses and I licked like I was on a mission.

“Fuck yes! Make me cum bitch!” She ordered gripping my hair tightly.

I didn’t take long for her to be twitching and cumming a second time from my tongue.

“Fuck that was so good!” She moaned as I came back up and kissed her.

The rest of the night we fucked one more time, this time she swallowed.

As we lay there, both out of breath I asked.

“So when are you letting me fuck that arse of yours?”

She laughed, looked at me and said.

“You can fuck mine when I can fuck yours.”

I looked at her, laughing back and replied.

“You have Kal for that. My arse is not for fucking unfortunately.”

“Well I guess you don’t get mine.” She said and then turned around to go onto her phone.

She didn’t speak to me for a few more minutes and text, I had a quick glance and saw it was a few different men she was texting which instantly made me jealous.

Eventually she spoke again.

“I am going away for two weeks so we won’t be able to meet.”

“Oh.” I all I said, disappointed but also thinking this would give me a chance to get out of her spell and get back to my girlfriend.

“While I am away, when you cum. You are to eat the whole thing.” She said which shocked me.

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“You heard me. When you cum, you lick the whole thing up and send me a photo of it in your mouth.” She told me.

I didn’t know what to say, she was getting really dominant now and it definitely turned me on. I decided to just go with it, why not? What is the worst that could happen after I have tasted my own cum plenty of times now.

“Okay I can do that Joanne.” I told her.

After that we fell asleep and in the morning said bye and I went to work and she went away.

Two days later

I was sat in my bedroom alone again, and horny.

Thinking of Joanne calling me a slut whilst fucking her I started wanking.

It didn’t take me long to once again cum in my hand. I was hesitant of doing what I was told, but deciding I would go along with this submissive side, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean. Then using my fingers I would scoop up the cum on my hands and bring them to my mouth. Using my tongue to lick them clean, by the end there was no cum left on me.

When I had a large pool of cum on my tongue I took a photo and sent it to Joanne, I just got a reply back.

“Good slut.”

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After at least five more wanks, and five more loads of my own cum being swallowed, I have grown to really enjoy the taste and it was no longer a task for me. I was happily licking all of my cum up and sending the photos to Joanne.

My girlfriend wasn’t free the weekend just gone so I was really horny and wanking just wasn’t doing it for.

Suddenly I remember, Kal gave me his phone number. Imagining how good his blowjob was, I knew I needed it. I didn’t care that it was a man. A blowjob is a blowjob I argued in my head, and he was too good to not miss.

I sent him a text.

“Hi Kal, it is Liam. We had the threesome together with Joanne. You told me to text you if I wanted to meet up again. I need your mouth.”

I wanted to be clear that I just wanted a blowjob off of him and nothing more, not wanting to give him any wrong impressions.

About thirty minutes later he text me back.

“Hey Liam, it is good to hear from you. I am going to a club called the Bellhouse on Friday. Meet me there around 11.30pm and I will sort you out xx”

Fuck! I can’t believe I am actually going to do it, I was too horny and I was desperate to feel his mouth on my cock again.

Friday

This is it, I was making the decision to meet up with another man to have him give me a blowjob.

I had argued with myself ever since agreeing, but I knew I had to do it.

Getting to this Bellhouse Club, I have never been before but as soon as my taxi pulled up I was stunned to see it was a very, very gay bar!!

I can’t go in there I thought to myself, I can see all sorts of men and camp men walking around. What if someone saw me?

But it was too late, my taxi was gone and I was only thinking with my cock right now.

I headed in and text Kal to let him know I was there.

Once inside I went straight to the bar, deciding that I needing a few drinks to be comfortable in this place.

Two double rum and cokes later I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see it was Kal.

“Liam good to see you mate!” He said and greeted me with a hug!

“Yes, nice to see you again.” I saw awkwardly.

He knew and I knew that I was meeting him for a blowjob, but I was still uncomfortable with another man.

“Come with me, I have us a private room.” He said.

Taking my hand, he was leading me through the crowd of men. I was not happy about holding hands with a man that was bigger than me, but I would’ve got lost in the crowd otherwise.

I realised that there was a stage in the middle of the club and looking up I was shocked to see there was a guy, dressed in women’s clothes and getting spit roasted by two black men!

“What is happening?!” I shouted at Kal.

He just smiled and said.

“This is quiet an open gay place, you will see a lot of that in here!” And carried on taking me through the crowd.

I couldn’t believe it, I have never been to a place like this before. A stage with men openly having sex! It was crazy.

Finally we reached the private room and I was happy to be out of sight of anyone in there.

Once in, Kal turned around and said.

“Come here!”

He leant in to kiss me! I tensed up, not wanting to kiss another man!! I felt his lips press against mine and felt his tongue try to get inside of my mouth.

Awkwardly I leant back and said.

“I am not into that, I’m sorry.”

“It is okay, I know what you are here for.” He said with a smile and got onto his knees.

In the room there was red lighting all along the black painted walls, and a double bed with grey sheets on.

Kal took no time undoing my belt and pulling my pants down, before I knew it I had my full erect cock out and this man on his knees taking it into his hands.

“Oh yeah, I forgot how big you are.” He said.

“OOoohhh fuuuckk.” I moaned out feeling his lips wrap around my cock.

It was everything I remembered and have been picturing.

His amazing technique went straight in, his lips were like a vice around my cock and he was taking me fully down his throat in no time.

Standing up straight, I closed my eyes and tried to picture Joanne, moaning uncontrollably.

“I need to have that arse again!” I said pulling his mouth off of my cock.

I didn’t have time to think, before I knew it, he had spun me around and pushed me forward, my hands landed onto the wall and I was leant forward.

I felt his hands spreading my arse cheeks and then the familiar feeling of a tongue on my arsehole.

“Yyyeeeeessss!” I moaned out not having been rimmed in a while.

His tongue was going straight to work, getting deep inside of my arse and flicking it.

I was in heaven, having this big man rimming me in a gay bar. I still couldn’t believe this was happening but I just closed my eyes and enjoyed having my arse eaten.

“Mmm you like that baby?” He asked taking his tongue off me.

“I love it.” I moaned back, feeling his tongue go back into my arse and his hands spreading me further.

I heard my phone go off and Kal left my arse to hand it to me.

As I unlocked it I felt his tongue get back to work deep inside of me and I fucking loved it!

The text was from Joanne.

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The memory of yesterday struck him the second he woke up. Jim smiled as he remembered Corey holding him, kissing him. Making love to him. Sure he felt a bit of guilt. He was married after all but it was his wife who told him to take a road trip. And it’s not like they were having any sex lately. In fact he could hardly remember the last time and it totally lacked passion and creativity.

With Corey it was different. There was fun and excitement. It wasn’t mechanical it was fluid and felt exactly right. He had no idea what he was missing until they had hooked up. He had fulfilled a need he never knew he had.

Now as he showered and got himself together he started to think that while it was a lot of fun it was time to move on. Until his cell phone rang.

The voice on the other end made his heart skip a beat as he heard Corey say “Hi Jim. I had SO much fun yesterday with you. I really hope you decided to stay another day. I would LOVE to get together with you again.”

With his heart now racing Jim replied “I was actually about to hit the road.”

“Oh no, that is disappointing. You were so hot yesterday that I was hoping to get together and explore each other a little more.”

Did Jim hear Corey using a seductive voice? He felt his resolve to hit the road start to fade. Reflecting on the events of yesterday he realized he didn’t want to be done. He found he was very hungry. Hungry for more cock.

“I suppose I could stay another day. I have no real solid plans.”

“Great. I have the day off today and think we can have a very special time together. Why don’t you head down to the cafe and grab a coffee and I will meet you after I hit up the store.”

As if in a trance Jim told him “sure.”

He made his way down to the cafe and grabbed his coffee and a bowl of fruit. He laughed at the irony of eating “fruit”‘. On the outside he was as straight acting as a man can be. Yet here he was contemplating being on his knees and sucking cock shortly.

Within minutes however a man walked in and headed straight to Jim’s table and sat down.

“Hi, I’m Mike. You must be Jim. Corey has told me all about you. I think you should finish up here so we can go you your room.”

This turn of events confused Jim a bit. Corey hadn’t said anything about this. Mike was 5’9″ and trim. He had a presence to him that was commanding but not overbearing. Jim had to admit to himself that he was actually attracted to this guy and was intrigued. He nodded and ate the last pineapple and washed it down with his coffee.

Without saying a word he got up and headed to his room with Mike in tow. He opened the door to his room as Mike followed him in. Mike took a seat as Jim stood there wondering what the hell was going on.

“OK Jim, strip for me. Slowly.”

Jim was captivated. He had never had anyone take such control over him. He found this new twist was turning him on…a lot. He slowly pulled his shirt off as Mike nodded his approval. Next he unbuckled his shorts and they fell to his ankles. He took his shoes off and stepped out of the shorts. Next he hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his underwear and slowly slid them down. The look on Mikes face showed Jim that he approved.

“Show me what you got, Jim.” Mike said as he stood up and started to undress. Confused at first Jim started to slowly turn around. He was really starting to get into this. He arched his back a little as he showed Mike his backside. He bent over to show şırnak escort him his ass going as far as to spread his cheeks. Jim was totally turned on now.

Sitting back down Mike motioned to Jim to come closer. And he did just that. His eye were locked as if he was in a trance on what looked like one of the most beautiful cocks he had ever seen. He was now standing right in front of Mike, waiting to be told what to do.

“On your knees now, Jim.”

Jim dropped to his knees, eyes locked on Mikes. He knew what the next command would be and was waiting to have it given to him. Mikes cock was rock hard now Mike grabbed it and started stroking it slowly.

“You want this don’t you”? Jim nodded. Mike pointed it towards Jim’s mouth. “Go ahead, make it happy.”

Jim looked at the cock in front of him noticing how it was oozing a lot of precum which he slurped up with a kiss. The taste was intoxicating. He then opened his lips to allow the head into his mouth using his tongue to massage underneath. He kept his eyes locked on Mikes. At this point he wanted nothing more than to please him. He worked his mouth slowly down the shaft and back again keeping the suction up. He wanted this to last. The electricity running through his body was something he had never felt before. Mikes moaning let him know he was doing well. He could have kept this up all day. Until there was a knock at the door.

“Go answer the door.”

Jim reached for his clothes when Mike said “No, I want you to answer it naked. Stand in the door not behind it.”

Fear gripped Jim. “what if some one sees me?”

“It’s what I’m hoping for.”

He was struck with a jolt of fear. Is this going too far? He could stop at any second, but he didn’t want to. He got off his knees and walked to the door. Upon opening it he saw Corey who when he saw Jim broke out in a huge smile. “I see you’ve met Mike. He is something else isn’t he?” All Jim could do is nod yes. Corey walked in the room carrying a bag as Jim closed the door behind him. He walked over to Mike and greeted him with a long passionate kiss.

Corey reached into the bag and produced 3 fleets. Everybody was gonna be squeaky clean inside and out.

“You were right. He sure does know how to suck a good cock. Get your clothes off. We have a lot to do.” Corey’s clothes were off in a heart beat. “Make sure Corey is nice and hard, we want this to be special for you.”

With that Jim was back on his knees giving head to Corey who really didn’t need it cause he was already hard. With one hand he was stroking Mikes cock and blowing Corey which lasted a few minutes until he reversed it and had his mouth around Mike while stroking Corey. Back and forth he went until Mike said “it’s time Jim, climb up on the bed on all fours.”

He was watching Corey as he did what he was told. Corey grabbed the bag and removed some lube and some condoms. “Can we do this bareback” Jim asked sheepishly. With that Corey climbed on the bed and knelt in front of Jim while Mike assumed the position behind him. Mike took the lube and started to massage Jim’s hole, very gently and slowly eliciting a low “mmmmmmm” from Jim. Jim’s focus then turned to Corey’s cock just a few inches away from his mouth. He leaned down taking Corey into his mouth and started bobbing his head in long slow strokes.

Meanwhile Mike was now inserting a second finger into Jim’s asshole which started to bring waves of pleasure to him. When Mike söke escort felt Jim’s sphincter begin to relax it was time. He slid his fingers out of Jim which made him give a sigh of regret. It didn’t last long as Mike put the head of his well lubed cock against his hole. Applying gentle pressure the head finally gained entrance. Mike waited a few seconds for Jim to adjust to this step. Once he felt Jim was ready he started to pump himself farther in with short thrusts. Jim was a little surprised how Mike was able to penetrate him with very little pain. Soon Mike was all the way in and held there for a second before he withdrew a bit and plunged in again. His strokes were slow and measured at first but as Jim was getting acclimated he began to increase the speed.

As Mike’s rhythm increased Jim went down on Corey like a ma that has been on a starvation diet. He matched his mouth strokes with Mikes pounding. This was it. He was being spit-roasted. A lifelong fantasy was now cumming true. Both men using him were moaning now making Jim feel wanted, Needed.He had a goal now. He wanted to have both men cum at the same time. Mike leaned forward and pulling Corey closer and planted his lips in a hot kiss..

He let the cock out of his mouth for a second to encourage his users. “I want you both to cum for me. Cum at the same time. That’s it fuck me.” He replaced Corey’s cock back into his mouth and started a piston action designed to do just what he wanted. To have Corey cum.

“Your ass is SO tight Jim. I’m not sure how much longer I can last.”

“MMM, HMMM” Jim hummed giving Corey more reason to release. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh God” Mike yelled as he felt the first spasms hit “I’m cumming”! making Jim work furiously on Corey. “Here it is Jim, I’m gonna shoot my load!” Jim released Corey so he could shoot his load on his face. He always wanted to have cum dripping down his chin. He quickly put Corey back in his mouth because he wanted to have that sweet cum coating his tongue and fill his mouth, which Corey did and then some.

Mike continued to plow Jim packing his 4 day load into Jim’s hungry ass. He pumped until he couldn’t shoot anymore. His motions slowed down until he pulled out still semi hard. Both men treated Jim with an orgasm at the same time. With cum dripping from his ass and filled in his mouth there was a sense that this was really what it is all about.

With both Corey and Mike spent they climbed to the head of the bed and laid down with Jim in the middle. All 3 were rubbing each other and and exchanging kisses. With a sigh of contentment Jim said “That was awesome. I can’t imagine anything being better than this.”

Corey said “as I recall there was another fantasy you mentioned yesterday.”

With a wink both Corey and Mike started working their way down Jim’s body causing waves of anticipation. They stopped at his nipples licking and sucking on them. They then simultaneously worked their way down until the reached the base of his cock. Starting at the base they slowly licked upwards to the underside of the head. The way they flicked their tongues was driving Jim mad. Then Mike took Jim into his mouth. He applied the suction perfectly as his mouth slid up and down. After a minute he handed Jim’s cock over to Corey who was equally adept at sucking cock. They worked back and forth and at one point Mike took the precum that was oozing from Jim’s cock and spread it on his finger. solhane escort He then moved his hand down to Corey’s ass and found his hole bringing out a moan from Corey.

With the expert sucking shared bi Corey and Mike Jim felt he was gonna shoot his load soon. “Oh my god I’m gonna cum soon guys.” This just made the boys work harder flicking their tongues on the underside. Jim sat up a bit so he could watch his load blow. And blow it did, covering both Corey and Mikes faces. “we can’t let a drop of this go to waste” Mike said as he slid Jim back into his mouth, his other hand still fingering Corey’s ass.

Corey moved up to Jim on all fours and their lips met. Mike followed Corey and reached for the lube. He put some on Corey’s hole and on his cock head getting them both slippery. The right amount allowed Mike’s cock to slip in easily. It wasn’t long before Mike was was working Corey’s ass like a well oiled machine piston. Jim got up on his knees to get a better look. He had never watched 2 people having sex before let alone one man fucking another. He reached down for Corey’s cock and balls and started to massage them. He reached behind Mike and grabbed his balls as well. This made Mike pump even faster and judging by the sounds of it Mike was going to shoot his load soon.

“Fuck, your hand feels so good there Jim.I love how you are rubbing my balls. You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Oh yeah, cum for me baby. Cum in my ass. Fill me up.”

Jim was pumping Corey’s cock now and was moving his hand in a more deliberate motion. He was starting to cum. A few more pumps and Mike groaned as he was having one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. As he pulled out some cum oozed out of Corey’s asshole and Mike said “Cum here Jim and clean this up.”

Yet another new first. Jim had never rimmed anyone before, but knowing Corey was clean he didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself right behind Corey and dove in tongue first. Mike’s cum tasted amazing cumming out of a new orifice. Jim savored every second of Corey’s asshole. Corey enjoyed it as well and Mike was loving the show.

Eventually they all sat back well spent. Corey said “I grabbed some sodas for us but they are pretty warm by now.”

“Not a problem” said Mike “Jim, go get us some ice.”

“Will do” he replied starting to grab his clothes.

“No, no clothes.” This was not part of the plan at all. He didn’t realize that Corey had this wing empty so it was a bit of a shock to him.

“No clothes?”

“No, you go out there naked. No arguing.”

Reluctantly he grabbed the ice bucket carried it to shield his crotch. As he walked out of the room he couldn’t help but think that public exhibitionism was definitely not on the list. But he did as he was told. He quickly walked to where the ice machine when he realized he was actually enjoying this. He got the ice and went to return to the room but he found himself walking a little slower. Did part of him want to get seen? He didn’t know. He was actually a little disappointed when he got to the door which Corey opened for him standing full in the door.

“I love how you did that naked Jim. You are 100% a fun guy. I am so happy Corey told me about you.”

“I am, too. It’s not very often that you can cross off things on your bucket list, especially the sex bucket list.” Jim said. “never in a million years did I think any of this would happen when I left my house 2 days ago. Now you guys have opened a door for me that I will be forever grateful.”

He laid down between Corey and Mike on the bed as they began to fondle each other and kissing. He will be hitting the road tomorrow morning but he also wanted this moment to last as long as possible. These guys weren’t done yet.

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I’d been married to my wife Rebecca for 6 years. I was now approaching 30 and she was due to turn 28 later in the year. We’d met during our time in school so had already been together for a long time before we decided to get married. When we first got married, we had lots of plans, the main one being that we wanted to settle down and start a family, but our career aspirations put those plans on hold, quickly followed by COVID meaning we were behind on our life plan by three or four years. We obviously had our own place which we both worked hard for, and we were managing to pay for a three bedroomed house on a modest joint income.

Our sex life had always been pretty good. We tended to fuck two or three times a week which was more than enough for me. When COVID hit, our sex life took a hit. The lockdowns really affected our mental health and as a result we had sex less and less. I became very inactive as well meaning that I ended up putting on a lot of weight and became generally unhealthy. And I think it influenced the way Becky looked at me. She always wanted the best for me, and she always wanted me to be the best version of me.

Once COVID had passed, I did my best to become more active. I signed up for a gym membership that cost a lot more than it should have but I used this as motivation to get myself there and make myself lose weight. I changed my diet. I ate a lot more fruit, made home cooked meals and cut down on the number of takeaways I ate. And it worked, over the course of 6 months I started to lose weight. I took my gym membership one step further and signed up to a personal trainer once a week. Anna was amazing. She showed me how to work all the different muscle groups and before long I was looking trim and toned. Yeah, I didn’t have a six pack, but I now had a better body than I did before COVID and was a lot more active. I particularly enjoyed my cycling in the gym and would usually do this two or three times a week.

Joining the gym also gave me the chance to make new friends. Something I hadn’t done a lot of since I’d left school and spent most of my time with Becky. It was a great way to socialise, we even organised charity events and other things which really brought us all closer together. I particularly struck up a friendship with a couple of guys. One was John, who was around 5″9 and had the body of your typical gym regular, big arms, big legs and a strong chest. He had brown hair and I’d never seen him with any type of facial hair. The other was Martin, he was around 6″3 and built very similar to John but because of his size, it looked completely different on him, he had jet black hair and one of those big bushy hipster beards everyone was growing lately. I, on the other hand was just under 6ft tall, and like I mentioned earlier was now nice and toned with blonde hair and light stubble.

My usual gym schedule was Wednesday, Friday, Sunday and then I would have my PT session on Anna on a Monday. I was in the middle of my usual workout on the bike on a Sunday, I normally aim to do 30km before doing some weights. By the time I’d hit around 22km, my legs were starting to ache, and my muscles were tightening up. Just before I reached the 25km mark, I felt something go tight at the top of my left leg, just below my ass. It was a sharp shooting pain that made me come to a complete stop. After that I hobbled my way home, thinking I just had a bad cramp and that it would be fine in the morning.

I felt slightly better the next morning but still felt a little tight. I managed to make it through work and headed to the gym after for my session with Anna. Everything seemed okay when we started warming up and I thought I’d gotten away with it. Then she put me on the treadmill which turned out to be dangerous. Luckily, I was wearing the clip which forces an emergency stop because as soon as I started to run, it twinged again, and I had to stop. Anna helped take the weight off my bad leg and walked me to one of the chairs behind the office desk.

‘What the hell happened?’ She asked seeming genuinely concerned.

‘I felt something tighten up yesterday when I was on the bike. Woke up this morning, didn’t feel as bad but turns out it just got a whole lot worse.’ Anna handed me an ice pack which I strapped to the top of my leg.

‘Definitely no more training for you for a couple of days. You need to rest up and see how it goes. Let me know in a few days if it’s not getting any better,’ Anna said before making sure I could get to my car and make it home.

I got home and Becky wasn’t very sympathetic, and she give me the ‘I told you so’ talk after she’d said I should’ve rested for longer before trying to get back in the gym. Over the next few days, nothing seemed to get any better and in some cases it got worse. The strain seemed to be working its way into my thigh as well. And because of my lack of movement, it meant no sex and Becky was willing to give me any pleasure if she wasn’t getting any. So, I heard plenty of moans when she was using her toys, but I didn’t have it in me to jerk myself off, it was still sore.

By the time it came to sivas escort my next PT session with Anna, I had to contact her and apologise but there was no way I could do a session yet. It felt like it was getting better, but I was still struggling with any strenuous activity.

‘Oh man, that sucks,’ Anna said when I told her. ‘Give it another few days and if it’s no better, I think I know someone who can help.’

‘Thanks Anna, really appreciate it.’ I hung up.

The next few days came and went, and there was very little change in the way I was moving. I was still walking with a limp and even had to resort to working from home a couple of days just to give myself a few days extra rest. On the Thursday, whilst I was working from home, my phone started to ring, and it was Anna.

‘Hey, how’s it going?’ She asked me in her usual cheery manner.

‘Still not getting any better. Well, that’s a lie. It’s not as bad, but still extremely tight when I’ve not moved for a while,’ I told her.

‘Okay,’ she started. ‘I know a guy who is a sports massage therapist. If I give him a call, he’s more than likely to give you your first massage for free as a friend so he can assess what it is you need.’

‘That sounds good,’ I told her. ‘I’m willing to try anything now.’

‘Great, I’ll give him a call and set it up,’ she paused. ‘But I must tell you one thing…’

‘What is it?’ I questioned.

‘Mike is gay…’ she seemed to pause for dramatic effect.

‘And?’ I said laughing.

‘Oh,’ she seemed surprised. ‘Quite a lot of guys refuse when I tell them he’s gay, you know the whole macho masculinity thing.’

‘I’m in that much pain, I’d let pretty much anybody touch me at the minute.’

‘I’ll text you soon then with the details and his address.’ She finished the call, ‘Take care James.’

We hung up and I told Becky of the plans and she seemed kind of relieved that I would probably stop moaning once I’d had the treatment. I hobbled around the house for another couple of days before I got a text from Anna. She’d booked me in with Mike on Sunday morning. She followed it up with address, time and confirmed that this session would be free and after that I would need to pay. So, hopefully, I had only two more days to get through and by then I might be feeling normal again.

Finally, Sunday arrived, and I was up early to make it to my appointment. I jumped in the car and put the postcode into my Sat Nav and headed off on the 25-minute journey to Mike’s house. The drive seemed to go rather quickly and before long I was pulling up outside of a lovely house. The outside of the house was immaculate, the garden looked superb as I parked my car on the curb just in front of his house. I hobbled along to the door and rang his doorbell. A few seconds later the door opened.

‘You must be James,’ Mike said. He was a bit older than I expected, I would say probably his late 30s or late early 40s. He had very short hair, a very well-groomed beard and looked like he looked after himself.

‘Yes, lovely to meet you Mike,’ I offered him my hand for a handshake. ‘And thank you for fitting me in at such short notice, I really appreciate it.’

‘Not a problem at all,’ he stepped aside to let me into the house. ‘Anna is a good friend; she sends quite a few clients my way.’

I stepped into the hallway and was at once impressed with the décor of his house. ‘Do you live here alone?’ I asked him.

‘I don’t,’ he responded. ‘I live with a female friend who I’ve known for years. She spends most of her working week in the office and has space from working from home. My massage business purely runs from this house, but I can also go mobile if needed.’

He guided me down the hallway and then turned off into what I imagined was an extension of the house. He opened the door and I walked in, the room had a massage table in the middle, a couple of chairs around the outside, a storage section for all his oils and towels and then a small window which looked out onto his back garden.

‘So where is the problem area?’ He asked.

‘Mainly around the top of my leg, just below my ass cheek,’ I grabbed where I meant with my hand. ‘But because I’ve been walking funny for a couple of weeks, I think I’ve now started to put pressure on my thigh which is now sore as well.’

‘Right, okay.’ He paused. ‘So, obviously for that sort of massage, I’m going to need you to be naked. Unless you’re wearing a thong?’ He laughed. ‘But I don’t imagine you are. I’ll give you 5 minutes to get yourself ready, cover yourself with a towel from over there and then just lie face down for me.’

Mike left the room and closed the door behind him. I started to undress, removing first my shoes and socks which were quickly followed by my t-shirt. I then removed my shorts and briefs and my cock sprung free. I was 5 inches when soft but didn’t really grow much when fully erect, maybe I could get away with saying I was 7 inches when hard.

I grabbed one of the towels from the shelf at the side of the room and climbed into position on the table. It took me a little siverek escort while to get comfortable, eventually manhandling my cock so it was pressing against my stomach when laying on my front. I placed the towel over my ass, which is a lot more difficult than you would imagine when you can’t move. Then there was a light knock on the door.

‘Are we all ready?’ Mike asked as he opened the door slightly but didn’t come in.

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ I replied and Mike stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a t-shirt and pair of shorts as he walked around the massage bed before grabbing some oils off the shelf.

He approached the table and moved the towel slightly higher, so a very tiny bit of my ass was exposed. I heard him pop the lid off the oil before dripping some onto the top of my leg. Then the pressure started as both his hands started digging deep into my muscle. God, it felt so good but at the same time hurt like hell. I moaned into the hole where my head was currently resting.

‘Is that too much pressure?’ Mikes asked easing off slightly.

‘No, no. That was good,’ I said through the discomfort. ‘That’s exactly where it hurts.’

Mike continued to work over that muscle for a good five minutes or so, getting deep into where the pain was and working wonders. ‘I can feel the knots at the top of this muscle,’ he said. ‘But it’s nothing a couple of sessions shouldn’t sort.’

For the next 15 minutes I just laid there whilst I was the focus of his attention. He kneaded and massaged every part of that muscle. As we were coming towards the end of this part of the massage, I was starting to feel like a new man. ‘Just before you flip over, I’m going to give both hamstrings a quick rub down, you’ve probably been applying more pressure to them than normal so hopefully it’ll prevent any further injury.’

I wasn’t going to argue and let him continue what he was doing. Once he moved away from the area of discomfort I really started to relax. He started moving his hands up and down my hamstrings, wrapping both hands around one leg and working it from my knee right up to my groin. The closer he got to my groin, the more the massage seemed to press my pleasure button. It’d been a couple of weeks since I last had an orgasm so pretty much anything or anyone could set it off right now. He then moved on and did the same to the other leg, only this time it felt like he was going higher. A few times he brushed the bottom of my balls, and I could feel my body reacting to it, my cock was painfully trying to get hard beneath my body.

‘Right, if you want to flip over for me, and I’ll get the other side done as well.’ Mike stepped away from the table and allowed me to turn.

‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself. Once I spun over, my cock was going to spring into life. I was already pretty much hard, and my cock just needed the breathing space to get fully hard. I delayed for as long as possible, Mike held the towel up slightly and looked away as I started to turn over. Once I’d gotten comfortable, Mike let the towel drop and it got hung up on my cock.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I said feeling so embarrassed.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ he laughed. ‘It happens more often than you think.’

The towel kept moving every time my cock twitched. Mike laughed again. ‘You can just get rid of that if it’s annoying you. I mean, I have no problems with you being naked whilst I finish the massage.’ I was sick of watching the towel move around as my cock kept it upright like a tent pole, so I removed it and let it drop to the floor.

Mike got back to the massage. And the more I started to relax, the more my cock started to deflate. It never went back to being fully soft, but it was now resting against my stomach again. Mike worked the muscle around my hip area, this is where I’d applied a lot of pressure to my leg when limping. Again, Mike was working wonders and I could feel the discomfort easing as he continued to work the damage in my hip.

‘That should be enough work on those for today. I’ll just give your thighs a quick massage and then we’ll sort out another appointment for next week.’

The massage continued once more as he started working my legs just above my knee before slowly working his way up towards my groin. Again, the pleasure returned over the relaxation and my cock started to stiffen again. He brushed past my balls again many times. I could feel my body betraying me, he started to work the very tops of my legs. He’d gone past my groin and was rubbing just underneath my waist. Then he’d brush my balls again. I didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose, but I was in trouble.

I couldn’t explain what was happening, but I could feel something building inside of me. ‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself. ‘I think I’m going to cum. This can’t be happening. No. No. Fuck. No.’ My cock started to twitch and then cum shot out of the end of my cock, covering my stomach and chest as I tried to remain as still as possible. Now laying there just wanting the massage table to fall through the floor and forget this ever happened.

‘Oh sıhhiye escort God,’ Mike said seeming shocked. ‘Let me grab you a towel.’

‘Oh, that’s so embarrassing,’ I said pleading with Mike. ‘I can’t believe that’s just happened. I’m so sorry. I haven’t had sex since the injury, so I’ve been pent up lately.’ Why the fuck am I telling him that?

He handed me the towel and I cleaned myself up as quickly as I could, planning on exiting as quickly as possible. Mike left the room to let me get dressed and I did quickly. As I left the room, I walked towards the door and Mike was waiting for me. He placed his hand on the top of my shoulder.

‘Seriously, don’t worry about what just happened in there. Should we say same time next week?’

‘Yeah, sounds good.’ I quickly left his house, got in my car and drove home. I was already thinking of different ways I could get out of the appointment next week. Once I got home, I showered and spent the rest of the day trying to blank the last part of the massage from my memory. He was probably going to tell Anna and then I’ll be the topic of all the jokes at the gym and I just couldn’t face that at the minute.

When I woke up the next day, the pain wasn’t anywhere near as bad as it had been yesterday. I was kind of hoping it wouldn’t have gotten any better, that way I wouldn’t have to go back because it wasn’t working. But it genuinely worked. I had more movement and felt a lot more comfortable. I spent the next few days resting and got a call from Anna on the Friday. She asked me how everything was, and I said it was genuinely feeling better and that I’d made another appointment for Sunday. She didn’t mention anything about the incident so I’m hoping he hadn’t told her.

Sunday arrived quicker than I liked and as much as I didn’t want to, I needed to see Mike again because what he did last time really worked. I hopped in my car and made the journey over to Mike’s. I rang the doorbell only this time I was greeted by an older woman. She must’ve been the roommate. She seemed a lot older than Mike with long blonde hair and a body I wouldn’t mind seeing without clothes.

She told me Mike was already in his massage room and to head straight down, which I did. I opened the door to find Mike sitting in one of the chairs. ‘Oh,’ he seemed surprised when I walked in. ‘I didn’t think you’d turn up after last week… even though it was nothing to be embarrassed about.’

‘Yeah, I wasn’t going to come,’ I told him. ‘But what you did, really worked so I really didn’t have a reason not to come back.’

‘Well, I’ll give you a few minutes to get settled and undressed and then I’ll pop back in.’ He rose from his chair, put his phone in his pocket and left, closing the door behind him. I got undressed, grabbed a towel and got myself into position.

Mike returned a couple of minutes later and we went through the exact same massage as last time. The towel was raised slightly again so he could access just beneath my ass cheek. And he got to work. This time didn’t hurt as much which was all the proof, I needed that it was working. He continued the massage and again my cock started to get hard. And it happened now, just when he asked me to turn over, so I did and didn’t bother with the towel again, leaving my hard cock on show.

Again, Mike repeated the same massage again. Only this time I was doing my best to make sure an orgasm didn’t happen. I was thinking about everything other than the actual massage which seemed to be working until Mike did something strange. He started lifting my legs off the massage table, quickly massaging my calf muscle before leaving my foot flat on the massage bed so my knee was bent. He then did the same with the other leg. I now felt slightly exposed but just went with it because I assumed he was being a professional.

He moved around to the side of the table and was looking down at me. His blue eyes firmly fixed on mine. A minor panic went through my body as he reached for the oil. He opened the cap and poured a small amount directly over my cock. ‘Now I’m going to do some different, if at any point you want me to stop, just say so.’

Before I had chance to respond, he reached for my cock. Frozen, I didn’t stop him. He grabbed a hold of my shaft and slowly started jerking me off. ‘Fuck,’ I moaned out loud. He held his other hand at the base of my shaft, fully extending my cock as far as he could as he continued to jerk me off.

‘Why wasn’t I stopping him?’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m not gay, why am I letting him doing this. But fuck it feels good. A hand job isn’t gay, is it? Oh fuck, it feels so good though.’

I didn’t resist and he continued to jerk my cock. I laid back and closed my eyes until I felt his hand leave my cock. I watched him as he walked around the bed until he was standing at the foot of it. My legs were still bent at the knee, and he grabbed a hold of the oil once more. This time he spread some on his hand and held it just above my balls and let it drop down my balls and into my ass crack. I almost knew what was about to happen again, but my body made no effort whatsoever to stop Mike. He leaned forward and grabbed my cock with one hand before he moved his other hand to my ass, and I felt immediate pressure at my asshole. His finger seemed to glide past any resistance and straight into my ass thanks to the oil.

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Chapter 6

I’m still laying on the bench on the quad when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. It’s Peter.

“Come back”.

I lay the phone against my chest and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel sick to my stomach, but of course, I’m going to go back.

I couldn’t stay away if I tried.

—

I take a deep breath and push open our room door. Peter jumps off the bed, and for the first time, looks a little shocked that I did what he said.

I lock the door behind me and clear my throat, “Hey.”

“Hey.” He says softly, taking a few steps toward me.

We just lock eyes and take each other in for a few seconds. His brown eyes are softer, and his hair is askew. He looks at me like he genuinely cares.

He takes another step closer, a foot away from me now.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

I dip my head down and then he’s there, wrapping his arms around me and bringing my head into his chest.

“I’m sorry I was being a dick. That wasn’t fair. I just needed to think.”

I look up at him and he runs his hands through my hair before he sets his chin on top of my head, pulling me close. We stand there like this for what feels like forever, my arms finally wrapping around him.

Finally, he pulls away, his hands resting on my shoulders. “I didn’t expect this… but you’re doing something to me, Conner”.

I laugh and nod because I know exactly how he feels.

I look back up at him, “me too”.

He stares at me for a while longer before cupping my face and bringing his lips to mine. This kiss is softer than any that has come before. He presents himself to me and waits for me to offer my bottom lip. I sink into it.

I end up with my back against the wall and my hands in his hair, ever so slightly sucking on his tongue as it slips into my mouth. I could stay here like this forever.

I’m running my hand up his back, under his shirt, when he pulls away. I groan, instantly missing his weight against me.

“Let’s go out.” He says, taking a deep breath and a step back.

I raise my eyebrow, “Like on a date?”

“Yep.” He nods, reaching for my hand.

I follow after him like a puppy.

—

I’m a little uneasy walking through campus holding hands with Peter, but he’s grinning and I realize that is all I care about in this moment.

He leads me to the edge of campus and we walk into town. I don’t even bother asking where we are going.

We’re silent as we walk, but I catch him stealing glances at me and I can’t keep my eyes off of him. It’s like I’m looking at him in a new light. His confidence isn’t arrogance, he’s just sure and strong.

Eventually, we get to a Greek restaurant that every student knows well. şirinevler escort It’s incredible.

He opens the door for me and leads me to a small booth in the back. I slide in, across from him and rest my head against the booth, taking him in.

He’s wearing his usual button-down shirt, tonight’s in a deep blue color that looks amazing on him. I’m less nervous than I would have expected. I actually feel like I was made to sit in this booth and stare at this gorgeous man.

Elena, an older woman who has worked here forever, comes up to take our orders. “Ahh hello, boys! What will we have tonight?”

“Can we start with a pitcher of Mythos and some spanakopita?” Peter says. I nod my head in agreement.

Elena leaves to get our drinks and Peter grins at me. “What are you thinking?” He asks.

I laugh. “Honestly… I never thought I would be on a date with you.”

“Why is that?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, I didn’t like you all that much.”

Peter’s eyes narrow, hurt.

“I don’t feel like that now, though,” I say, pressing my knee to his. “I’m happy we’re here.”

He smiles, “So am I.”

Peter orders my dinner for me, at my request, and we spend the rest of the night getting to know each other more than we have the entire semester. He tells me about his dreams of being a journalist, which I can totally see happening. I tell him about my family and how I’d also like to be a writer, but maybe fiction. I’m not sold on political science. He makes me feel like maybe that is a worthwhile goal.

After a few pitchers of beer, we’re loose and grinning and laughing at each other like idiots. I clear my throat, “So have you had a boyfriend before?”

He purses his lips. “No. Not exactly.”

I look at him quizzically.

“There have been guys. I just haven’t wanted to date them.” He explains. “What about you?”

“I had a boyfriend in high school but he didn’t want to come out of the closet. I got tired of it and don’t miss it at all.” I respond.

Peter looks sad at this. “Good. You deserve more than that.”

Elena comes back and gives us our check, which Peter insists on paying. I kick him under the table as Elena grins at us.

We walk out into the night with my arm wrapped around him and my head nestled into his shoulder. I’m sure we are zigzagging across the sidewalk but I don’t care. Twice, we stop and kiss up against a wall on the way home. We never get very far before one of us breaks off and drags the other down the sidewalk.

Eventually, we make it back to our dorm room and as soon as Peter shuts the door my hands are in his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. I’ve waited all damn şirinyer escort day for this and I’ve had quite enough.

I kiss along his neck and nip at his earlobe as he leans back and groans against the door. I’m trying to unbutton his shirt when he pushes me away from him. I step back, confused, as he shuts his eyes and takes a breath before taking his weight off the door and looking at me fully.

“We have to talk.” He says firmly, clearly still out of breath.

“Talk? About what?”

He pushes me towards the bed and sits us down a foot away from each other.

“I want to know what you like. What you want.”

I’m still confused so he continues. “Earlier tonight you said you didn’t like it. I disregarded you but that wasn’t fair. Tell me what you need.”

I melt. I absolutely fucking melt. But I sit there in silence with my mouth opening and shutting and nothing coming out.

He slides his hand to my waist, “What’s wrong?”

Finally, I mutter, “I did like it.” And now he looks confused. Until the realization clicks into place and wraps his arms around me, pulling my back to his chest. Holding me firmly in place.

“I see.”

We sit like this for a minute, his fingers running through my hair.

“So you like being submissive, but you aren’t exactly comfortable with that yet.”

I nod slowly and he kisses the back of my head.

I continue to melt into him. I’ve never had someone care before. It’s always just been a dick or a hole, a rush to get off. It’s not like that at all with Peter.

He grabs my chin in the way that I love and whispers, “Let me take care of you.” Our mouths find each other and it’s like nothing I’ve ever known. He pulls my shirt over my head and I finish unbuttoning his.

We can’t touch each other enough. I want to crawl inside his skin, find myself a new home in the place his back arches, bury myself in his neck. I couldn’t even tell you how our pants came off; but I’m on my back and he’s over top of me, holding my wrists laxly above my head, just looking at me. I’m a puddle beneath him. If his thighs weren’t holding my hips together, I’m not convinced that I wouldn’t fall to pieces on this bed.

He’s kissing along my neck and his cock is rock hard, rubbing against my thigh.

He lets go of my wrists as he licks his way down my stomach and I curl my fingers through his hair, anxious to feel him on my dicks. He must know this because he does absolutely everything but: dragging his tongue down my thighs, kissing behind my knees. I’m writhing beneath him, trying to convince him with my groans.

Finally, in a desperate attempt, I beg, “Peter I need you.”

His kisses stop and şişli escort in one motion he swallows my dick whole. I scream at the sensation.

“PETER HOLY FUUUCK” is all I can manage as I cum down his throat moments later. He releases me with a pop and licks up the rest of my load.

While I’m trying to catch my breath, he comes back up and kisses my neck. Once my heartbeat slows, I catch his bottom lip in my teeth and then kiss along his jaw.

“Peter, tell me what to do to please you,” I whisper into his ear.

He grins, “You want to please me?” I nod fervently. I would do anything he wanted.

He holds my jaw in between his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me how much you liked it.” He demands.

I sit up a little bit, looking deeply into his eyes. “Peter, the things you do to my body…. I have never experienced anything better.” He kisses me.

“I’m the best you’ve ever had.” He growls huskily.

“It’s not even a competition,” I admit truthfully, grabbing his firm little ass in my hands.

“So how are you going to thank me?” He asks with a smirk. I flip him over onto his back and sink onto my heels, my hands grabbing at his thighs. I want to worship him. Worship his face and his thighs and the incredible dick in front of me.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, hoping he would appreciate it, because lord knows I’m so desperate to touch his cock I want to attack him.

“You want to touch my dick?” He says, raising his eyebrows and putting his hands behind his head, leaning back. “Ask nicely. And you call me sir.”

I turn red, humiliated that I have to ask again…. and call him that. Humiliated that his demand made my dick perk back up. “Sir, may I please touch your cock?”

“Go ahead, baby.”

My heart does a summersault at him calling me “baby”, but I reach out and drag my fingers along his balls and up his beautiful cock. I spit into my hand and then grab it more firmly, jacking it slowly. A glistening bit of precum starts to drip out of the tip.

I bend down with my mouth open and stop right before I get to his dick, looking up at him. “Permission to taste you, sir?”

Peter pushes my head down in response and I lick the bead of cum off the tip. I’m addicted to the taste of him. I quickly can’t get enough and am slurping him down.

He’s ripping at my hair as he moans, “Yessss baby. Suck my cock.” I try to shove him down my throat and he hollers again. I keep bobbing up and down until he starts thrusting involuntarily into my mouth. I could stay like this forever and die a happy man.

“God your mouth,” he groans, fucking my face. I give him everything I have until I’m about to pass out. He pulls out of my mouth and shoots all over my face.

He flops backward and I rest my cum soaked face on his hip. After a few seconds, he reaches down for my face and brings me up to him to look at me. “Damn, Conner. You look good like this.”

My face heats up again as he brings me in for a smoldering kiss.

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Joe, Danny and Me

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Joe. Danny. Darren.

You hear one name and you think of all three. We’ve been the best of friends for as long as I can remember, and we hang out for every moment we’re able to. We play video games together, take part in sports together, we share everything about what music we’re listening to, what girls we’ve been eyeing up. Hell, we’ve even jerked off together when we’ve been through a dry spell. There’s no denying that the three of us are inseparable, and we share everything together.

Well, up until today.

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I barely managed to shut the bedroom door and sling my bag across the room when I felt the familiar buzz in my pocket. I whipped my phone out to see a text message from Danny.

“You home yet? I’m heading towards your place now.”

“Door’s unlocked, come on in mate!” I replied. I plucked two cold ones out of the mini fridge and set one beside the bean bag on the bedroom floor, and fired up the PlayStation ready to go.

I hear the front door open and close about ten minutes later, as Danny makes his way up the stairs and barges through my bedroom door.

“Oh nice one mate!” he sighs joyfully as he spots the cold can, sat waiting for him next to the beanbag. “Been dying for one of these today.”

“Rough day or something?” I reply as Danny throws himself onto the beanbag.

“Ugh, I’ve been like an animal all day. Michelle was wearing those fishnets under her dress again today, and you know how that affects me. Do you know how tough it is to hide a raging hard-on in skinny jeans?! I’ve been freezing for hours because ive had to use my jacket to cover up!”

“I don’t know how she wears that stuff in this weather,” I reply with a laugh, “but I’m not gonna complain about it.”

I crack open my own can and join Danny, brushing aside the image of Michelle’s legs before I too get affected.

“PlayStation’s ready to go mate. Ready for another thrashing?” I ask with a wry smile.

“Whatever mate, I’ve been practicing!” Danny challenges back.

After a few more cans and a few close encounters, Danny finally admits defeat.

“Ughh fine, Darren is Fifa Champion, yet again!” Danny sighs into the last drops of a can.

“Still got Michelle on the brain, mate. You’re losing focus!” I retort with a smile.

“Oh but you should’ve seen her, man. She wore one of those real short ones today. I was trying to get her to bend over I don’t know how many times, would’ve seen some ass guaranteed! Even Joe wouldn’t be able to deny it, even if he ‘only has eyes for Rachel’ or whatever.”

I have to agree, Michelle is a real hottie and she knows it. She loves to leave little to the imagination, and I wasn’t leaving much in my imagination. Danny wasn’t helping matters either.

“Man if I could just get my hands on that sweet ass of hers…”

If only he could…I couldn’t help but picture her letting him touch her, pulling in close to him as he clutches hold of her ass, unbuttoning his shirt and laying her hands on his solid abs, slowly working her way down towards that big, stiffening coc-

Whoa hold on. Reign it in, Darren. Why am I focussing on Danny here? I shake the thought out of head quickly. What was all that about?

I throw my controller in Danny’s direction as I jump up off the bed.

“Here, have a quick game to yourself mate. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

As I take my leave, I couldn’t help sincan escort but notice Danny’s bulge fighting for air in his jeans. Fair play to him, he’s got a great package on him. I mean, we’ve all seen each others dicks so many times now, but he seems to have grown a bit since I last saw-

It’s happening again. What is going on with my head right now?

I quickly shuffle towards the bedroom door, quickly stripping off and throwing my clothes back into the room as I scurry out. I had to be careful about concealing myself, as my intrusive thoughts began sending messages towards my crotch, which I didn’t want Danny noticing. Sure I could blame it on Michelle, but…I wasn’t convinced it was from thinking about her…

As I feel the hot water fall on myself, I felt that maybe if I let off some steam, these strange thoughts would seem ridiculous, something to laugh about to myself later on. I wrapped a hand around my dick and shut my eyes tight, stroking slowly to the thought of Michelle slowly removing those fishnets to reveal her smooth, silky legs. She unzips her dress and lets it slowly fall to around her ankles, and makes her way across to the bed to her eagerly awaiting prey. Only something’s different this time. The man waiting for her on the bed isn’t me, but Danny. Despite this break in the usual routine fantasy, I don’t stop stroking. In fact, I begin to stroke a little faster and harder as I picture Michelle wrapping a hand around the base of Danny’s hard cock, glistening at the tip. As Michelle lowers herself, she begins to kiss the tip, letting her lips soak in Danny’s thick precum.

I continue stroking, as my other hand begins to caress my chest. I slowly begin rubbing my nipple, softly squeezing as my fantasy continues. I see Michelle’s eyes meet Danny’s as she begins circling his bellend with her tongue. She giggles at his moans as she begins to take more of him into her mouth. As she works his cock up and down, her eyes then turn their attention to another figure in the room. I see myself walking towards her, as she motions for me to join them. The hot water continues to pound my aching body as I begin to squeeze harder on my nipple. The fantasy continues as Michelle releases Danny’s dick from her mouth, leaving a thick trail of precum between his tip and her lips. I go down on my knees to join her as our mouths meet, sharing the sweet substance left behind on Michelle’s lips. She smiles as her hand slowly beging caressing the back of my head. She begins to lower me down towards Danny’s waiting cock, as I open my mouth and-

I try to contain my grunts as I shoot the biggest load of my life on the shower floor. I wince a little as I release my nipple, not realising how hard I’d been holding on. My stroking slows to a halt as I pump my load. Fuck, that was incredible. A little different to the usual fantasy, but I’m so glad I got that out of my system.

I still feel a little weird as I think about having to walk back into my room, where the object of my newest fantasy is waiting. I’ll have to try and play it cool as best as I can. I wrap my towel around my waist and head back towards the bedroom. As I open the door and prepare to bend down and collect my discarded clothes, my jaw drops.

Danny is on the beanbag, jeans and boxers wrapped around his ankles, as he jerks on his hard cock. I stand motionless for a little while. watching him, as so many sinop escort thoughts rush through my mind. Now, Danny jerking off on the beanbag is not a new thing to me, but since the dawn of my latest mental images, the situation felt a little different this time. My eyes were fixated on Danny’s thick meat as his hand flashes in and out of my narrow view. But that wasn’t all. Something was different. It was at least another 30 seconds before I was finally able to unlock my eyes from their gaze and focus on Danny’s other hand. It took me a few glances between the pile of the clothes on the floor and Danny before I could confirm – Danny had my boxer shorts in his other hand. His hand sped up on his cock as he took a sharp intake of air, taking in the scent of my recently removed underwear. The shock of seeing this resulted in me breaking the silence with a loud gasp.

Danny’s eyes widened as he threw the boxer shorts away and quickly scrambled for his own pants, stuttering as he did so.

“Darren, I-I, Fuck I’m- I can”

“What are you doing, Danny?” I exclaimed.

“Dude I can explain, it’s- it’s just that- Well I was thinking of Michelle and I-“

Danny took a few deep breaths and let some of the panic out, allowing himself to offer an explanation.

“I was so horny thinking about Michelle and I…I saw your pants on the floor and I…I dunno man. I saw they had a wet stain on them and I just-“

I hadn’t realised that my intrusive thoughts from earlier had caused me to leak a little. I remained silent as Danny continued.

“Shit I’m really sorry man, please don’t tell-“

Danny suddenly stopped talking as his eyes broke contact with mine and made their way down. Amidst all the shock and confusion, I didn’t realise – My towel had dropped….and I was rock hard.

Both of us had left our respective cats out of the bag, but neither of us knew what to do. There were a few more awkward seconds of silence, when something took over inside me. I bent down towards my boxers and threw them back towards him.

“Keep going.”

Danny didn’t know how to take the words that left my mouth and, frankly, neither did I. However, Danny began to do as I asked. His hand found his cock again as he slowly began stroking. He raised my boxer shorts up and took another look at me, as if to double check that it was okay. I felt a light sensation on my foot, as I looked down to see myself leaking profusely at what was happening in front of me, leaving droplets of precum on the floor and on my feet. Danny’s pace quickened as he brought the wet boxer stain to his mouth. setting his tongue free to explore it.

That was it. I stepped forward towards him, quickly yanking the boxer shorts from his grip and, before he could bring his tongue back into his mouth, I kissed him. His moans reverberated through my jaw as our tongues locked with one another. I wrapped my hand around his as we jerked his cock together, not breaking the kiss for a second. I felt his other hand stroking my balls as we moaned into each others mouths.

As we both released our grips on his cock, I pulled back from our kiss and looked down. Danny’s cock was looking back at me, leaking from the top with a thick stream of precum. I was hypnotised by it. I’d seen it many times before, but never this close, and never with a relentless desire to take it into my mouth, to taste it, to kiss it all over. şiran escort I looked back up into Danny’s eyes, silently seeking approval. As Danny smiles back at me and runs his hand through my hair, I grab hold of the base of his cock and take it into my mouth.

I’d tasted my own precum before (I was super horny and got a bit curious), but to taste it from someone else…I couldn’t describe the feeling. This was all so new to me, but I couldn’t help myself. At that moment, I wanted nothing else but to have more and more.

I took in Danny’s deep moans as I tested how much dick I could fit into my mouth. I held myself down on it for a few seconds before coming back up for air. A thick trail of precum and spit hang between my lips and his shaft, as I took a few deep breaths before going back in for more.

I tried to suck Danny in the same way that Michelle does in my fantasy, allowing my hand to follow my head, up and down on his wet shaft. Danny takes my hand away and grabs my head, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth.

I grab hold of Danny’s thighs as he fucks my face, completely letting myself go, submitting to his control.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he pants as he begins thrusting faster. I feel his legs tense up under my hands as he lets out a final grunt, releasing himself into my mouth. I feel my tongue getting flooded by his hot load, as he slowly thrusts a few more times. I give Danny a moment to finish before I slowly lift my head, freeing his wet, spent cock. I take a big gulp as his cum warms my throat, taking in the sweet and salty taste.

“Fuck that was awesome man,” he sighs as we both let out a laugh.

We both dress, not really discussing what just went down. Although I wasn’t speaking, my mind was going at a million miles an hour. I just sucked a guy off. And not just any guy, but my best friend. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it! And I liked it! In a way, I was pleased we weren’t talking about it. I didn’t want to make things awkward between us, despite what had happened.

“Ready for another game?” Danny asks, making me jump a little as I sat, lost in thought. He throws one of the controllers at my lap as we both faced the TV. The rest of the evening was pretty much like any other. We took down a couple more cans and played video games until night fell.

“Shit, I’d better get going!” Danny exclaimed, “Mum’s gonna end up wondering where I am!”

“I’ll see you down on the pitch tomorrow,” I replied. “Give us a text when you’re heading down.”

“No problem.”

As Danny grabbed his jacket, he quietly made the first mention of our eventful evening.

“Darren, thanks for not…umm…I-I’m sorry for what happened…y’know, with the pants and stuff, I…”

“I’m sorry too,” I replied. It was a wild, spur of the moment thing between us, and I didn’t want him to feel weird about it.

“I gotta say man,” Danny said with a smirk. “you give head like the best of them!”

“Fuck off!” I laughed.

“See you tomorrow, dude.”

That night, I didn’t watch much TV at all. I lay in bed thinking of what had transpired. What does this mean for the two of us? Was this just an act of two over-horny guys? Would Danny want to do it again? Did I want to do it again?…

And what about Joe? The three of us share everything together! No doubt he’d be freaked right out at the thought of that kind of stuff.

I shake the burning questions out of my head. You just got a bit horny Darren, and got carried away. Nothing else to it. Everything will just go back to how it was, no need to ever mention it again.

Oh, how wrong I would turn out to be…

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TO BE CONTINUED

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Robert and Jamie’s relationship continued into the spring of 1979. They saw each other on weekends and fucked like bunnies. The sex was terrific and the emotional connection grew.

Jamie had given up on getting Robert to be more open about his sexuality, the fact that he was gay. That wasn’t going to happen, not while Robert was working for the military, even though he was now a teacher and not active duty.

Robert was generally satisfied with the relationship. It was great having a beautiful young white boy who loved to serve him in bed. He enjoyed their daddy-boy games of mild dominance and submission, and Jamie’s eagerness to fulfill Robert’s fantasies.

Jamie was a 22-year-old, slim, five foot ten inches tall, swimmers-body blonde with searching hazel eyes, a round butt and friendly smile. He kept fit with regular workouts, often wearing tight skimpy shorts and t-shirt that hugged his body.

Jamie found in Robert one of his fantasy men. He was 32, tall and well-built with muscled arms, powerful thighs, and a prominent butt. He was a dark black man with a deep voice, a big white smile and deep brown eyes who wore his hair in a short afro. He usually wore khakis and a casual button-down shirt hat displayed the strength he had built through weightlifting and running.

There were issues for Robert, including Jamie’s naivete about race. The kid had a lot to learn about America’s racism and its historic treatment of blacks. Robert did notice that Jamie treated people equally and with respect, something a lot of white folks just didn’t do.

The age difference was good and bad for Robert. The ebony stud had little interest in Jamie’s talk of pop culture. He did enjoy Jamie’s updates on the gay movement, including efforts to allow gays in the military. That would never happen, thought Robert, but he admired Jamie’s research and knowledge of the actions going on nationwide.

Robert was concerned about Jamie’s feelings for him. The young man was in love with Robert, and Jamie was bound to be hurt. Yet they didn’t talk about it, they never even used the word love. Fact is, Robert was scared about his feelings for Jamie. Was he in love? Could he feel that way about 22-year-old white guy?

That week the cherry blossoms were budding near the Jefferson Memorial on the Washington Mall. It was getting warm, and Jamie was rushing the season by wearing a form-fitting t-shirt with a portrait of David Bowie. The owners of the gay Surging Rainbow bookstore insisted on long pants, no jeans, but t-shirts were OK. Jamie’s taut torso was one of the reasons customers came to the store.

Jamie had recently begun taking photos for Washington’s gay weekly, The Circle. He had met the publisher and several editors through the bookstore owners. He knew the basics of photography through his work on his high school paper.

This week he had taken shots of gay porn performer Luke Dixon’s appearance at the store promoting the photo-filled book of his life story. Jamie spent some time with Dixon during the book signing and he seemed like an interesting guy who had fallen into porn after starving as an actor in New York City. Dixon was a star, a big fish in the small pond of gay porn, but he told Jamie he was planning for life once the fame rollercoaster ended.

After work that day Jamie developed the photos at The Circle’s office a few blocks away. If the editor approved a shot, Jamie would write a caption. He earned $25 for each photo used, barely enough to pay for the film. Still, he liked the job, enjoyed meeting the people and attending events, and hoped it might lead to other assignments.

That Saturday Jamie headed over to Robert’s place for their weekly date. The boy was horny. He had sex only two times since seeing Robert the weekend before. Robert was horny too, though he sometimes went a week without sex. Robert had to be closeted due to his job, and that meant he avoided gay bars and the local adult theatre and bookstores. On rare occasions he would cruise a park late at night, looking for a quick blowjob.

Robert buzzed Jamie in to his third-floor apartment, unlocked the door and opened a bottle of wine.

“Hey stranger, long time,” said Jamie coming through the door.

Robert took one look at the blonde in his Bowie shirt and thought, damn, this kid is fine. “How you been, hot stuff?” he said. “Wine or beer?”

“Beer would be great,” said Jamie. He was impressed with what he saw as well.

Robert was barefoot, wearing tight jeans and a Navy t-shirt. Jamie came up behind the big man as he leaned into the fridge and hugged him, feeling his powerful back against his chest.

“I missed you mister,” said Jamie.

Robert was surprised but squirmed around and held the boy in his arms. “I missed you too. I like you in that shirt,” Robert said.

They kissed and held each other. It felt wonderful. Jamie could tell Robert was getting erect. He pressed against him but didn’t want to start anything. It was time to relax and catch up. Then they could go to bed or have dinner or whatever.

They silifke escort went out on Robert’s balcony and sat down. He was on the top floor and looked down on a tree-lined street that was buzzing with folks enjoying the evening.

“Robert, why do you buy this Schaeffer beer, this stuff is worse than Schlitz,” Jamie kidded Robert.

“That’s a working man’s beer, you rich white boys always want to drink some imported shit,” Robert replied. “What do you want, Hiennie-kin?”

As they watched the street Jamie pointed out a man wearing only cutoffs and tennis shoes. “That guy came into the store, he was flirting with me, then he was flirting with Luke, then he was trying to pick up a guy at our movie section.”

“I can’t blame him if you were wearing that shirt. I can see your little pink nipples. How many customers try to pick you up, and who is Luke?” Robert asked.

Jamie filled him in on the porn star and other neighborhood gossip, then stood up and went to get a glass of cold white wine in the fridge. He returned to the balcony, set down the glass, and began to massage Robert’s shoulders.

Robert pulled away. “Cut it out Jamie,” he said sternly, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

“No one can see us, we’re up here in the clouds,” said Jamie.

“People across the street can see us,” said Robert, nodding at the buildings about 50 yards away.

The boy apologized and sat down. They sipped their wine and continued chatting. They went inside to the kitchen, looked through the carry out menus Robert had collected and decided on pizza.

Jamie sidled up to Robert. “I’m sorry I tried to touch you. It’s just … I’ve missed you,” said Jamie.

“Jamie, you have to be careful. We can’t be seen fooling around in public. I would lose my job and a lot more,” Robert said.

He saw Jamie was hurt and softened. He took hold of the boy’s chin. “I missed you too. But I can’t take any chances,” said Robert.

They looked into each other’s eyes. Jamie slowly moved his hand to Robert’s bicep and down his forearm. His muscles felt like concrete covered with satin. Robert put his palm on Jamie’s cheek and pulled his face close. They enjoyed a lingering kiss. Robert pulled the boy into his arms. Jamie felt him getting hard.

The boy pressed his stomach against Robert’s waist and crotch, put his mouth on his daddy’s nipple through his shirt and gently bit. Jamie raised his face, they kissed again, and Jamie put his hand under Robert’s t-shirt, softly pinching the nipple.

“That’s good boy, I like my tits played with,” said Robert.

“So take that off,” said Jamie as he grabbed the shirt at Robert’s waist with both hands and tried to lift it. Robert helped and the man stood there naked, showing off his powerful ebony chest and sculpted arms.

Jamie bent to the big tits, nuzzling sucking biting, while he stroked the stud’s arms. Robert sighed, “Damn boy, don’t stop … that’s good.”

Jamie pushed his hand against Robert’s crotch and squeezed. The cock was hard and strained against the stud’s pants. The young white man wanted it. He raised his face and the lovers kissed, their tongues intwined.

Jamie grabbed at Robert’s belt with one hand and struggled to get it off. Once undone Jamie went at the pants’ single button and got it open. He tried to put his hand down the pants but they were too tight. He broke the kiss, grabbed the zipper, and pulled it down. He reached under the jockeys and felt Robert’s hardon.

“Get a hold of that dick boy,” sighed Robert. He put his mouth on Jamie’s neck and ear, and whispered, “Squeeze it. You know how daddy likes it. Get daddy’s dick out.”

Jamie sighed. The hot words made him horny and he loved petting the stiff cock trying to bust out of the black man’s white drawers.

Jamie got on his knees, looked up at Robert, then looked at the fat rod outlined in the jockeys. They were just a foot from his face. He gripped the pants and undies together and pulled. He got them half-way down Robert’s tree-trunk thighs and the big ebony cock bounced out.

Jamie stared at the magnificent meat. It was jet black with a plum-colored mushroom head and the veins of the eight-inch phallus were filling with blood. Robert’s balls hung down, flattened against his thighs. Jamie was hypnotized by its beauty and strength. He felt the heat rising from Robert’s package. It made the boy feel a little faint. It was so beautiful. He needed it. He needed to kiss it, to worship.

He tugged the cock with his right hand and brought it closer to his mouth. He licked his lips and kissed the head, tasting the meat, smelling the powerful odor of cock, sweat and man heat. He opened his mouth wide and took in the spongy head, sucking gently, and feeling the exhilaration that flowed through his body whenever he sucked Daddy’s magnificent tool. It pulsed with joy as the boy’s warm mouth suckled and licked. Jamie’s cock got hard and he reached down and opened his belt.

He wanted to make daddy happy. He pulled the cock silivri escort out of his mouth with a sloppy pop and rubbed the pulsating prick on his cheeks and chin. It was hot against his skin. Jamie nuzzled and kissed for a moment, then leaned back and gazed at it. There was a drop of precum. The adorable white boy kissed the cock tip and licked his lips.

The big man loved the pleasure the boy gave him. He loved watching the boy make love to his cock. He was a great cocksucker, no doubt ’bout that, thought Robert as he hissed, “Work that dick boy, work my motherfucking dick.”

Jamie doubled his efforts. He took the head in his mouth and rolled it around in his saliva and the leaking precum. He moaned and sucked harder, then began an in-out motion. He swallowed an inch, then moved back. The youth widened his jaws, took in two inches, then retreated. He did it again, getting the shaft lubricated. He stroked the wet cock with his hand, took the head from his mouth and licked it all around.

Robert groaned in pleasure; his eyes closed. “Fuck boy, you know how to suck,” he muttered.

The eager-to-please white boy took more of the fat ebony shaft in his mouth as he jacked it. He was sighing with deep joy without realizing it. He loved the silky skin of the cockhead hitting the back of his mouth, teasing into his throat. The room filled with the sound of sloshy wet cocksucking, Robert’s grunts and Jamie’s sighs.

Down in the street a big truck slammed its brakes, drowning out all their horny lovemaking and causing the two men to lose concentration. Jamie stopped sucking and the two studs looked into each other’s eyes.

“Cum here boy,” said Robert, opening his arms. Jamie rose and the husky hunk pulled him close. Jamie loved it when daddy hugged him. He hugged back, hooking has arms around Robert’s shoulders.

“You are fuckin’ hot baby,” Robert breathed in the boy’s ear. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

Robert pulled off the tight t-shirt as Jamie finished opening his pants and pushing them down his legs. He was nude and beautiful. His cock hung heavy and his slim, muscled body glowed a little with the heat of their foreplay. Robert grabbed the boy’s butt and pulled him close causing his blood-filled meat to rub against Jamie’s stomach.

Robert fondled the perfect round butt and whispered in the kid’s ear. “I want to fuck you boy. I’ve been thinking about it all week.” His fingers made their way to the ass crack and reached in the trench, inching closer to the hole.

Jamie turned his head and kissed Robert. “Fuck my ass daddy, no one can fuck me like you,” the boy murmured.

Robert kissed Jamie as he toyed with his bottom. A finger poked into the asshole and youth gave a start, then relaxed as it moved in a slow circle.

“Stay right here, I’ll get some lube,” said Robert. He walked across the room to his work desk, his aroused dick bouncing, opened a drawer and got the tube of oil. He opened it, pushed a glop of goo on his hand and stroked his cock.

Jamie stared at the shiny black organ in wonder. It stood up, pointing right at the boy. The balls hung down and moved with each stroke. It was incredible. Jamie turned, grasped the kitchen counter, bent over, and spread his legs, giving Robert an inviting target.

“That’s it pretty boy, you know I like that,” said Robert as he walked towards Jamie.

He got some more lube in his hand. He came up behind the boy and put his finger right at the anus. He pushed a finger in and out and Jamie sighed and arched his back. The black stud pushed two fingers in, working the ass open. He took them out and moved his dick to the boy’s hole.

Robert grabbed Jamie’s waist with both hands and pushed his purple-black cockhead between the boy’s pink cheeks. He wiped the meat up and down on the hole, tantalizing the youth and getting the thick rod greased.

“Go slow daddy, go slow,” the boy begged. That’s when Robert pushed in hard, causing Jamie to jump and sigh. The cockhead stretched the boy’s anal ring, and

Robert tensed his muscular thighs, forcing the dick in another inch. Jamie told himself to relax so his butthole could accept the intruder.

Robert soothed in his deep voice, “That’s it boy … let me in … relax it boy, I need that hot ass.”

Jamie sighed, spread his legs wider and the cock moved in another inch. The youth’s head dropped, and his mouth opened involuntarily as the nerves in his butt sent joy and pain through his body. It hurt and it felt like heaven, thought the boy.

He squirmed and pushed back, accepting the shaft, the head plowing in.

“Fuck it daddy, fuck it good,” Jamie sighed. His body shone with sweat and blood rushed to his skin. He was completely alive and taking it, feeling every inch of man cock up his ass.

Robert began a steady pump in and out, savoring the feeling of boy cunt gripping his erection, his balls bouncing against the kid’s nuts with every thrust. The man basked in the hot ass-pussy; it was like sticking his cock in a furnace. simav escort He started to move his hips around, pumping up, then down, to the right and left. Jamie reacted with squeals of pain and bliss as the rod hit anal flesh and nerves that hadn’t been touched before.

Robert returned to a straightforward in and out fucking, going deep, pulling back and leaving the head in, then bucking it back in hard. He was sweating from his moves, and his hands slipped off Jamie’s waist where he had held him firm. Robert stopped, took hold of the waist, and continued the pumping. He loved the way his balls flopped back and forth, up and down, the air cooling his testicles.

The stud looked down at Jamie’s round butt and saw his cock impaling the youth. The ass crack and Robert’s cock were covered with oil, and hairs on the boy’s anus flowed on the shaft. It was sleazy and hot. It was hardcore man fucking. Robert was close to getting his nut.

Jamie grunted in rapture and ache, his head and neck moving spasmodically, reaching a zone where his lust took hold of his body and brain. “Fuck me daddy … give it to me.”

Robert banged harder, his thighs slapping the boy’s legs, making quick, intense instrokes, and taking short pullbacks. He shoved his dick in and pressed harder to make sure every centimeter of cock was in the pretty boy’s ass. He withdrew, then started a pounding of the boy cunt. Their legs slapped together and heavy gasping from both resounded in the room.

Robert began to really fuck the boy, pumping hard, gripping his waist, and pulling the kid onto his dick as he slammed forward. Sweat dripped from the brawny man onto Jamie’s back and the floor.

Jamie pressed hard against the counter, pushing back against the stud’s piston fuck. The cock felt like it was hitting his tonsils and his legs nearly buckled from the onslaught.

He bawled aloud, “Ohh shit! Daddy … ungh, ungh, ungh.”

The boy’s cries set something loose in Robert. He saw his swollen black cock in the peach-pink ass and the grease in the crack, heard his lover’s strangled groans of joy, and felt his meat in a vise-tight, sweltering hot boy butt. It was too much, he had to let it go.

He screamed, “Ohhhh yea!” and shoved his cock back all the way in, his thighs slamming against the boy’s legs. “Yea … yea… yea,” he howled, eyes closed, butt cheeks clenched as the sperm pumped and pumped.

As his cum went on Robert relished the righteous feeling of joy traveling from his balls up to his brain. ‘That was one hot fuck,’ he thought.

His cock softened and his hands dropped from Jamie’s waist. Robert braced himself against the counter, worn out from the fuck and orgasm. He sat down with a thump on a dining table chair and exhaled.

“Boy, you are something else,” Robert panted, catching his breath.

Jamie turned, took hold of Robert’s face, and kissed his eyes and mouth. “You’re something else too stud.” He moved to a chair, sat for half a second, then jumped like a shot, his eyes squinting in pain.

“Shit. Whoa. That’s a little sore,” he said through gritted teeth. “Better stand. Man, you saved that up all week. Tore my ass up.”

Robert grinned. “That’s what you get for being such a hot piece of ass. Can’t blame a man for wanting to fuck that butt.”

Jamie kissed Robert. “And you fucked it real good.”

The lovers went to the bathroom for a shower together. Jamie loved to wash Robert and his cock. He slathered soap around it, cupped the balls and pulled at the shaft. The steaming water beat down on them as Jamie gently polished Robert’s package.

They enjoyed being together, the afterglow of sex slowly fading.

They got dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts and called the pizza place. Robert was famished. He put a Coltrane record on the turntable. The lovers attempted to flirt with the cute delivery boy, but he was in too big a hurry. They took their dinner onto the balcony and enjoyed watching dusk envelop the city. The view wouldn’t make the tourist guide books but they could see the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial.

They went inside, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV news. There were reports about inflation, gas prices and the upcoming Presidential election. Neither of them liked Jimmy Carter but Ronald Reagan wasn’t the answer either. They had found when they discussed politics that Robert was the conservative type while Jamie was the liberal.

“Reagan’s an actor, for heaven’s sake,” said Jamie.

“He was the governor of the largest state,” said Robert.

“California’s filled with nuts,” Jamie responded.

“Carter was governor of Georgia, and it’s filled with nuts — peanuts,” said Robert.

“Har de har,” said Jamie as he reached down into Robert’s sweats and found the man’s package. The boy softly cradled the big man’s balls. “You got some nice nuts right here.”

Robert spread his legs so the blonde beauty could better grope his sac. “Hmm. That’s good,” he said luxuriating in the caresses. “I’ve been thinking about something.”

“What’s that?” asked Jamie as he put his other hand on Robert’s shaft, fondling the package. Robert lifted his hips and pulled the sweats down past his knees. The two of them stared as the black cock and balls moved and swelled between the white boy’s fingers and palms.

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CFNM Sojourn Ch. 02

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At the end of my first experience with CFNM and Linda, I was looking forward to further naked exposures and masturbation with Linda watching. However, progress was slowed from circumstances. First, Linda finished her secretarial course and got a fantastic job. This made it impossible to repeat these “showings” during the week. Unfortunately, I was not alone at home over the weekend, even though I had decided to attend college locally. I needed to work a year, to accumulate some funds to tide me through my first year at college. Linda and I saw each other at least weekly during this time. We used the coffee shop since it was convenient to both our places of work. It became clear very quickly that long chats weren’t enough. One lunch Linda said she wanted some special creamer for her coffee. I was told to go to the restroom and jerk-off in my hand.

“Don’t clean up. Just pull up your pants and bring me the cum,” she said. It was incredibly embarrassing to walk to the restroom with a boner pushing its way up. But I got there and stroked about 3 times before I gushed into my hand. A bit spilled on my pants and the floor, but I didn’t tidy up. I got my pants back up and rushed back to the table. “Put half in mine and half in yours and don’t spill any,” she laughingly commanded. Naturally, I complied, and we sipped our coffee silently. I was still hard and so embarrassed, I felt like I had a fever. I politely asked if I could clean the cum off my pants. “Let it dry. Then the rest of the day you will be reminded of what you did,” she teased. It was really unlikely I would need a dry reminder, since my hard cock was still leaking pre-cum. We both wanted more. Linda decided we would plan an activity for lunch a couple of times a month.

The following week we went on our first real date. We planned to have dinner at an Italian restaurant and then go to a movie. After we were seated at our table, we ordered some pizza. Linda was unusually quiet and looked like she was thinking about something. I felt like a puppy because I was happy to just be sitting there with her. Finally, she told me her parents had moved away and she was staying with a friend temporarily. She also said she had gotten a surprise promotion at work and was considering getting her own apartment. I was happy for her. She had wanted to move out from her parents and be an “adult” and now she had the chance. “Now we will have a place to play,” she smiled. I felt her foot against my cock, which immediately became hard. “Open your pants and pull out your boner,” she demanded. I looked around with fear in my eyes. “There’s a tablecloth Lee, you big dummy. Nobody will see.” I loosened my belt and unzipped. It was a struggle, but I finally got my erection out of the pee slot in my underwear. Linda was rubbing my cock with her bare feet and I was almost immediately wet. The freak-out factor was down a couple of notches when the server appeared with our pizza. Linda started chatting with her, while her foot slid up and down my manhood. She continued to delay the server, while I tried to eat some pizza, but her foot never stopped. After what seemed like two hours the server moved away. Linda turned to me and with an evil smile said, silifke escort “Now this time don’t cum until I tell you to.”

I thought about having cummed that time in my living room with her, but without her permission. “I’ll try,” I gulped. Linda talked about how much she enjoyed seeing me naked and she wanted to see “more” of me. I kept eating pizza. She kept stroking me with her foot. I managed to keep eating, but I had to keep thinking about mundane things like washing dishes or cutting grass to stave off ejaculation. My mind was elsewhere when I realized she had asked me a question. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you,” I responded.

Linda repeated herself, “How much do you like being naked in front of me?” I couldn’t respond right away because I didn’t want to tell her how much it meant to me. She pushed the question by saying, “I love seeing you naked and watching you jack-off. How do you feel?”

Three things happened. I came hard, my eyes got misty, and I replied, “I love you.”

Linda’s face was blank. She could have won a bet at the World Series of Poker with that look. I looked down with fear. Had I blown this relationship out of the water with my confession of love? Would she never speak to me again? It seemed like minutes passed and she said, “Zip up, pay the server, and let’s go.” When we got to her car, she told me, “We’re going over to my friend’s apartment. She’s out for the evening. You drive.” I got behind the wheel and kept my eyes on the road. I thought if I don’t look at her, she won’t tell me goodbye. We got to the apartment in a few minutes. Once inside she told me strip naked and get hard, while she went to the restroom. I striped down and was immediately hard, even though I thought she was going to tell me to get lost.

When she came out of the bathroom, she said, “I’m disappointed you came before I told you to. I’m going to spank you as punishment. Lay across my knee.” I was relieved she hadn’t thrown me out but frightened at the prospect of being spanked. My cock on the other hand was thrilled at the situation. As I laid across her lap, by boner slid up her left thigh. My balls were hanging between her legs. SLAP! Her hand came down on my ass cheeks. SLAP! …again, before I could gasp. She wasn’t playing around. These hits were hard. SLAP! My ass was burning, and my cock was drooling. SLAP! SLAP! … again, and again. I lost count. “Sit still, you big baby!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I pushed myself forward. My cock went down under her thigh. As I moved off the right leg my upper body tilted towards the floor. Linda reached between my legs and grabbed my balls, “Oh no you don’t. You’re not getting away.” I pushed off the floor and recentered myself. She maintained the grip on my balls with her right hand and punished my ass with her left. I was rocking back and forth as the abuse continued… and then I came. I’m not sure where it all came from, but it was all over my chest, her left thigh, and the floor. I collapsed where I lay. Linda scooped some cum off the underside of her leg and gently rubbed it on my bottom. “There, there… I knew you loved me. I love being with you and I may love you in the future. But for now, I want silivri escort you to move in with me. Don’t say anything. Just nod your head.” I did.

I told my parents I had found a roommate in an apartment closer to work. They wanted to meet “him,” and I said we would stop by sometime. I packed up my stuff and drove away. Linda had decided that with her promotion and raise she could afford her own place if I made a small contribution from my pay. I was in heaven. I would be living with the woman who was my heart’s desire. And while she didn’t love me fully yet, I hoped she would someday. When I got to the apartment, Linda was there but the place was empty. We sat on the floor waiting for her older brother to bring some furniture and she told me what her expectations were. “I’ve been reading about CFNM.” I nodded my head. I had jerked-off many times looking at CFNM porn. “I want you to be my full-time CFNM man. When you are at home, you will be naked all the time. You will not jerk-off without my permission. Do you have any questions?”

I said, “full-time?”

She responded quickly, “Yes, 24/7 when we are home. I don’t want there to be any legal repercussions with the neighbors, so don’t wander around outside, unless I ask you to. So, the first thing you do when you come in the door is strip naked. The last thing you do before you walk out the door is get dressed. Is that clear enough?”

I wanted to show her that I would do as she asked, so I said, “Should I take off my clothes now?”

“No silly, my brother, Keith, will be here any minute with some furniture. But as soon as he leaves, yes!”

We settled into a routine quickly. There was a small “coat closet” by the front door. That’s where I kept my clothes, making it easier to dress and undress immediately. I slept on the sofa, which was comfortable. At home I walked around with a hard-on a lot, but I got comfortable with it. Linda continued to admire my junk and randomly touch me all over. A couple of times each evening she would sit on the sofa and watch me jerk-off. The Saturday morning after we moved in, she told me to put on shorts and a T-shirt, she specified “no underwear.” We walked hand-in-hand over to a park near the apartment. She had a specific location in mind and led me directly to it. There was a bench just off the walkway in front of a thick wall of azaleas, facing a semi-circle of shrubbery. The inverted, U-shaped bushes created a visual barrier that prevented people coming down the walkway from seeing anyone standing across from the bench, until they were in front of the bench. In the center of this thick hedge was a stone pedestal about three feet across and three feet high. There had been a life-size statue on it at some point. “Go over there and strip everything off. When I motion to you, bring me all your clothes. Then go back and stroke yourself to get hard. Do NOT cum until I tell you to.”

“Yes Ma’am.” After I was naked, I didn’t have to stroke myself… I was immediately hard.

Linda gave me the come here sign and I ran over and handed all my clothing to her. I turned to go back to the safety of the bushes, “Walk!” she said. I slowed down, daring not to simav escort look left or right as I crossed the walkway. Back safe in the inverted U-shaped cover, I turned. She used her fingers to make an up motion, so I climbed up on the pedestal. Then she used her wrist to make a jerking motion and I began slowly stroking myself. Pre-cum came quickly and my hand slid up and down the length of me with ease. We maintained eye contact, while I jerked in front of God, the birds and bees, and anyone who happened to walk in front of the bench. After a half hour or so, she stood and said, “Put your hands on your hips and stay put… DO NOT MOVE.”

I didn’t know what was going on, but I stopped stroking and put a hand on each hip. She spoke to someone off to her right, “Hi, how are you today? I need to let you know; I’m doing some sketching of a nude. Is that a problem?” I panicked and thought about running. Instead, I did what I was told and went rigid. I couldn’t hear the reply, but she held up a sketch pad and pretended to draw. A couple in their 30’s came into view. They stopped and stared at me. My cock dripped some more pre-cum.

“Isn’t it unusual for an artist to render a nude with an erection,” the man asked, frowning.

“Yes,” Beth replied.

The female said, “I like the idea. He’s cute, but he looks scared to death.”

Linda replied, “It’s his first time and I think he’s embarrassed.” Linda continued to make small talk for a minute or so and then the guy wanted to leave. Linda pointed off to the left at something saying “Don’t miss that garden. It’s lovely.”

I heard two voices say, “Thanks” and then it was quiet. I took a breath and looked at Linda. She motioned for me to resume jerking-off. I seized my still drippy dick and began stoking again. Another 15 minutes passed, and she signaled for me to get down and mouthed the words “Hide” I dropped behind the pedestal and sat on a clean, dry towel that had been left there. In a few moments, she said, “Are you enjoying your walk?”

Several children answered in unison, “YES.”

“Good, you should stay on the sidewalk. The grass is very wet over by those bushes.”

An adult voice responded, “Thanks for the warning. Listen to the lady and stay on the sidewalk.”

Children’s voices responded, “Yes Miss Walker.”

In a very short time the children’s voices faded away. Linda said, “Lee, Back to work.” I climbed up and worked on getting hard again. As I watched her watching me, I realized she had carefully planned for every possibility. She put the towel there. She wasn’t being reckless. She knew I could hide but didn’t tell me because she wanted me to be scared, excited, and to feed my exhibitionism. Recognizing I could put all my trust in her almost made me cum on the spot, but I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. We played this game for a couple of hours. People came and went, some stayed and stared at me for a while, others hustled along quickly, she watched, I played with myself. Stroked myself fast and slow and in between. I fondled my balls and she clapped. I slapped by ass and she cheered. But mostly I just stroked slowly and carefully to avoid an early finish. Finally, she threw both hands in to the air and said “Now!” I threw my hands up into the air and shot rope after rope of copious sperm wads without touching my cock again.

When I was dressed again and we were walking home, she said, “You’ve made me a very happy woman.” My heart glowed.

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Cairn Howff Tales: The Jinn

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The Princess woke to the howling wind outside the Serai and realized she was alone in the large bed. It felt strange to be lying naked without the Pasha lying next to her. Slowly she raised herself from the mountain of pillows and searched in the dim morning light to see where he had gone.

Usually, she was the one who woke first, and she would lay in bed staring at the man sleeping next to her. Sometimes she would pull the sheets back to see all of him. He had become the center of her world these last few months. Even in his sleep, he seemed in control, a commanding presence that dominated everything around him. Recently, she had taken to caressing his shaft and bringing it into her mouth, waking that part of him before waking the rest. She would feel him stiffen and fill her mouth, and then his hand would rest on the back of her head, pushing her to go faster in this skill she had acquired or pulling her up to mount him. Once again, their passions would take over, and the coupling would begin again, just as it had the night before.

The Pasha was a patient lover, pushing the Princess to try new things and teaching her new ways to experience pleasures. While she wanted to rush toward the coupling she so enjoyed, he would take his time and slowly focus on a different part of her body, awakening her to the possibilities. Last night it had been that sensitive spot on her neck just below her ears. At first, his kisses were ticklish, but then, as his finger traced behind her ear and down her neck to her shoulder, her body seemed to come alive. Then he held her hands above her head and mixed his kisses with little nibbles, making her squirm, impatient for more. Her whole body tingled when he moved his hand down to pinch a nipple and lightly rub the center between her legs. He had taken her multiple times throughout the night, leaving her feeling drained and sticky from their activities. She would need an extra-long soak in the hammam to recover from their session, and she knew that would amuse the other women.

Now, the large empty bed with the cool sheets felt strange to the Princess. The wind seemed to be growing louder, and it scared her to think of the storm that was building. She saw the Pasha standing near the latticed screen that overlooked the hammam or tiled bath. Wrapping herself in one of the sheets, she padded across the tiled floor barefoot to stand next to him. Through the screen, she could see the first of the women from the harem splashing in the large pool as they began their morning bathes.

After the first few nights spent in the Pasha’s bed chamber, the Princess was surprised to find that he had this view of everything that went on in the harem. How many days when she first arrived had she spent bathing naked in that pool of cool water, unaware he might be watching her and the other women from behind this screen? Now, of course, it did not matter. She had decided to share her nights and her body with him. She had come to the Serai, a reserved and imperious Princess. Slowly they stripped her reservations and her ideas of what was proper as seyhan escort effortlessly as they had shed her of her clothes.

The hammam was filling up with women, and the Princess and the Pasha could hear the squeals of laughter rolling through the screen as they stood there watching the playful women. “What will become of them?” the Pasha muttered quietly, almost to himself. The Princess understood his worries but had no answer, so she took his arm, held him tight, and said nothing.

The raiders had become bolder of late, attacking nearly every caravan that passed through this part of the desert. Life in the Serai became difficult as supplies became scarce, and the tributes the caravans paid the Pasha decreased. To make matters worse, the raiders’ visits to the Serai were becoming more frequent, with their demands for food, wine, and water for their horses. Whenever these visits occurred, the women of the harem would retreat to the hammam and their chambers to remain secluded until the raiders left. The situation quickly became untenable, and the negotiations between the Pasha and the raiders’ leader were tense.

Since arriving at the Serai as a refugee, the Princess had relaxed into the comfortable rhythms of the place. In some ways, the casual and relaxed manners reminded her of her uncle’s court back home, where all the attention was on entertainment, fashion, and parties. However, here in this distant oasis, the focus was less on their dress than undress. The entertainment had a sensual feel that usually ended in some public sex between the Pasha and the women. Back home, there was a cut-throat nature to her uncle’s court. Everyone was trying to top everyone else to gain some favor. Here, the Pasha seemed to spread his preferences around equally, and all the women seemed content to take turns with him. Recently the Princess seemed to have a few more turns than the others, but no one seemed to mind.

When she was not curled naked at the Pasha’s feet or laying in his bed as he found some new way to use her, she spent her time in the hammam. The Princess loved the baths, which instantly broke the heat and refreshed her in ways no bath ever had before. There she would spend time with Opal and Jade, her two favorites of the Pasha’s women. They were the ones who tried to learn her English and had been most successful in teaching the Princess to speak their language. Slowly the three of them communicated better, and the Princess was gaining a better understanding of the conversations around her.

These two would also bathe her when she returned from the Pasha’s bed, and they would giggle as she told them what they had done and how she got each bite mark or bruise. When she was not with the Pasha, she would spend her nights curled up with one or both of them. This intimacy just happened and was something the Princess never thought of back home, where other women were her rivals more than her friends. Here it felt natural to accept the kisses and caresses of other women, and she was just as happy for either Opal or Jade when the Pasha side escort chose to spend the night with them.

Now there was a whirling sandstorm building outside. What began with an oppressive heat over the past few days had developed into a stiff wind that turned the sky and the air a deep red color. As the storm blew through, the harem women began shuttering the lattice windows to keep the sand out. This only worsened the heat, and the women were obviously concerned inside the darkened harem. Opal explained to the Princess that a storm like this was the work of Jinn, supernatural forces that would come to cause mischief or, worse, terror. It reminded the Princess of the ghost stories she had heard about her uncle’s castle back home, and it seemed to have the same effect on the women here. Just as she professed not to believe in ghosts, she said she did not believe in the Jinn. However, it was hard to listen to the howling winds and the murmuring women and not feel some trepidation.

Late in the afternoon, the raiders emerged from a cloud of sand at the Serai’s gates, demanding shelter. Once again, the Princess and the rest of the harem retreated into seclusion. Now, with the raiders spread out around the courtyard and the women hiding behind boarded-up windows, everyone settled into what became a slow routine. Ever gracious, the Pasha continued his tradition of serving everyone who sought shelter in his Serai. Always opportunistic, the raiders took advantage of his hospitality to eat, drink, and lay around. Late on the second day, the Pasha visited the harem to see how the women were holding up. The Princess could see the frustration on his face, even as he refused to say anything but comforting words to the women. She had seen this face on her father and uncle when they faced terrible choices in bad situations. The Princess knew not to bother him and become yet another problem for him. She decided to take it upon herself to ensure the harem was calm and unseen.

By the fourth day, the situation in the courtyard was deteriorating. The storm continued to blow, the raiders began quarreling, and the Pasha was losing patience. So, the Princess decided to change the situation. She spoke to Efra, the old cook who prepared all their meals, and told her to prepare a wonderful feast.

After the sun had set and the meal was finished, the Princess and the rest of the harem women entered the far side of the courtyard. The Princess first saw the shock on Pasha’s face and then the anger. However, he did not have time to react because a cheer had gone up from the assembly of raiders who had seen the women at the same time.

On the Princess’s signal, the women began to play their drums, flutes, and sashay into the courtyard, led by the Princess. On countless evenings they had danced this same dance for the Pasha. Now they would dance for the group of raiders. They moved across the courtyard in the torchlight, spreading out, each one or two of the women picking out a raider to entertain. The raiders were mesmerized by the swaying hips barely covered by siirt escort the silky cloth, and they were not as reserved as the Pasha. Soon they were clapping and cheering and then standing to dance with the women.

The Princess had singled out the leader of the raiders and was paying him special attention. She could see the passion in his eyes as he followed her every movement. She knew he was hers when she let the silk covering her breasts slip away. Glancing around the courtyard, the other women were disrobing or disrobed by the raiders they were dancing with. Then the women undressed the men.

The only man the Princess had ever seen naked was the Pasha. The man she danced for was at least ten years younger and did not have the finesse or the Pasha’s patience. When he first took the Princess, he was hurried and rough. Around her, she could hear the passions of other couples. She surprised him with kisses and caresses and used every intimate skill she had learned from the Pasha to seduce him.

Later that night, as the chieftain fell asleep, she thought she saw the Pasha watching her in the shadows. She could not be sure, and when she looked again, he was not there. If it was him, how long had he been there, and what had he seen? She knew he would not be happy with what had transpired this evening.

The next morning the sun rose over a clear sky. The wind had stopped blowing, and the morning temperature was cool. As the Princess stirred, the naked chieftain beside her reached out in his sleep with a low moan. She leaned over and kissed his forehead before sitting up to look around. The other women of the harem were slowly untangling themselves from the men they had slept with. As the women reached for discarded silks and tried to cover themselves in the bright morning light, the men began to stir as well.

Suddenly, one of the men cried out. His sword was missing. Soon all the men were awake and jumping to their feet, searching for their weapons. Pandemonium broke out in the courtyard as the men pulled on their clothes and shouted at each other. It seemed all their weapons, every sword, every gun, every dagger, every bullet, were gone. There were also no shields or armor.

Soon the raiders were turning on the women, accusing them of taking their armaments, and the women were shouting back at the unarmed men. The only one who remained calm was Efra, sitting in the middle of the courtyard stirring a large caldron of breakfast stew. Finally, one of the men asked her who had taken their weapons, and she simply replied, “the Jinn.”

This answer seemed to shake the raiders with terror, but a hasty search turned up nothing. The only explanation was that the Jinn had swept in and taken every weapon before blowing off. That afternoon, the raiders left the Serai with just their horses and the few clothes they had left.

Over the next few months, the situation in the Serai was much improved. The disarmed raiders could not attack the caravans, and the trade routes were restored and expanded. The Serai became known as a peaceful haven protected by the Jinn, and no one would bring weapons inside lest they disappear. The Pasha’s hospitality had expanded to include not only meals and a bed where the travelers could rest and resupply. Now, they could also share the pleasures of the women of the harem.

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Bare-Assed and Embarrassed Ch. 03

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Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above the age of 18.

* * * * *

I could feel the brightness with my closed eyes. It was a bright Sunday morning. But I was feeling a certain chillness. As if the blanket was missing from over my body. As if air could touch my thighs, my chest, my butt.

I felt my butt with my hands and it was bare.

No worries, I usually slept naked. But still, what if someone came in to my room? Had I locked the door?

I opened my eyes and looked around. It wasn’t my room. It was the living room! There were no blankets on my body. In fact, there was nothing on my body. The sofa cushions fell down on the floor. I had slept on the sofa for the whole night! What if someone walked into the living room?

I recollected the events of the previous night. It sure was a crazy night.

“Hey,” Kavya appeared in front of me.

She was wearing just a big T-shirt. Her bare legs indicated that. The shirt belonged to Abhilash. Now both the girls were sharing Abhilash’s clothes.

I looked at my naked body again, and my morning wood was pointing at Kavya. She looked at it for a moment.

“That thing looks to be charged up most of the time when you’re naked, a dick of a true exhibitionist,” she said looking at it.

I didn’t consider myself an exhibitionist, though I did streak a bit last night.

I brought down my legs, sat on the sofa and leaned forward to hide myself.

“So Mr. Nudie is awake,” came Samantha’s voice. She was wearing her comfy tank tops and shorts.

I picked a cushion from the floor and covered my crotch.

“We have the whole day to give you commands,” said Samantha, “Go freshen yourself, take a shower, clean the house, and serve us tea. Here, have a clean towel.”

She tossed the towel on me. I got up and rushed to the bathroom. After freshening myself and taking a shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist, picked up a broom and started cleaning my room. I always cleaned my room once or twice a week.

I knew it would be a headache to clean Abhilash’s room. I found Samantha lying on the bed, waiting for me.

“You don’t get to stay clothed while you clean the house,” she said.

She walked on her knees on the bed to reach the towel and pull it off from my waist. She screamed with laughter when my dick got exposed. I hid it with my palm for a few moments out of embarrassment before letting it free to continue cleaning the room.

After that, I cleaned the kitchen. I closed the door to the balcony, so that no one from the outside could get a glimpse of my nakedness.

Once I entered the living room, I knew it was gonna be difficult for me. Samantha now joined Kavya on the sofa. Both the girls were sitting lazily with their legs stretched across the table. I silently cleaned the corners of the room and space behind the sofa.

But I had to clean the floor near the sofa. I pulled the table from beneath their legs. They politely lifted their legs and folded it on the sofa. Kavya was still wearing Abhilash’s T-shirt. With folded legs, her sides of thighs were exposed. I didn’t wanna get an erection and looked away to concentrate on my cleaning.

I could feel Kavya’s eyes on me as I was helplessly sweeping the floor naked. When I had to turn around and bend over to clean, I knew she could see my balls from behind.

Suddenly I felt someone touching my ass.

“You’re a good servant,” said Kayva, tapping both my cheeks.

I was turned on and I couldn’t stop my dick from getting hard. I had a hard time shifting the table to its usual place without being conscious of my erection. Once every corner of the floor in the house was swept, I went to make tea for the girls.

Cooking in the kitchen with your dong hanging is something else. It was fun standing naked in front of the gas stove, at the same time I had to be careful about not touching anything hot or spilling anything hot on my naked body. I decided not to make tea for myself.

I tried hiding my dick by holding the tray of teacups low. Kavya looked amused and suppressed her laughter when she figured what I was trying to do. I placed the tray on the table in front of the girls, quickly covered my penis with one hand and placed the tea from the tray onto the table. After that I stood in front of them covering my penis with both hands.

“Aren’t you having tea?” asked Kavya.

“I’ll have it later,” I said.

“I feel like reading a newspaper,” said Samantha.

“Who reads newspapers?” I said.

“I feel like reading one now,” said Samantha, “The newspaper guy always leaves a bunch in the entrance lobby. I’m sure some of the tenants here are lazy enough to just not pick their newspapers.”

“So?”

“So Mr. Nudie, can you fetch a newspaper from downstairs?”

I looked at her incredulously. I still hated being called ‘Mr. Nudie’.

“Well, as you can see I’m naked,” looking down at my bare body, “I need some clothes.”

“You can have the towel,” said Kavya as she raised her left butt to pull out the towel and threw it at me.

“I şarköy escort can’t walk around in a towel,” I said, catching the towel with one hand. I was still covering my dick with the other hand.

“Eh…they don’t mind guys roaming around just in their boxers. Men wear speedos in the society swimming pool,” said Samantha.

“You walked around without anything below your waist last night,” said Kavya.

“That was night time. It’s daytime now,” I said.

“It’s Sunday morning. Everyone is gonna wake up late,” said Samantha.

“Ridiculous. Anyhow, I don’t mind going downstairs bare-chested,” I said, “Men walk around bare-chested sometimes. But this is ridiculous. Just making me do useless things. You won’t even read a word from that newspaper, I know that.”

“Don’t talk to me like that!” grunted Samantha, “Don’t forget what kind of pics and videos I’ve got of you.”

“You don’t even know where to send those photos and videos. Annoying girl. I’m done with your shit. It’s my flat! I pay the rent here. You can’t make me do things! Ok, let me just fulfil this last ridiculous demand of yours and then I’m done with this.”

I quickly wrapped the towel around myself and turned to get the newspaper.

I was happy to let out my steam on her. I had enough of my adventures the previous day. That bitch wanted to read the news? I bet she didn’t even know what was happening around the world.

Now I had to randomly pick a newspaper, hoping that some tenant would forget to get their newspaper. The security guard never checked or kept a list of the people who actually subscribed to the newspaper. What a bad management. The newspaper guy should come upstairs and deliver them at the door.

After this, I was gonna call some friends, get some clothes. Maybe I could stay with someone just for the Sunday and when Abhilash returned, I’d ask him to banish Samantha from our flat.

I had set my foot out of the flat door when I felt a tug at the back of my waist. Before I could react or turn around, the towel had been snatched off my body and I doubled back to find the door shut with a bang in my face.

I knew what just happened, but the realisation came slowly when I felt the goosebumps on my bare ass. I was standing buck naked in the hallway of my floor.

I quickly covered my butt with one hand.

“Fuck…fuck! Open the door!” I shouted, knocking the door loudly, “Let me in. Kavya. Samantha.”

“This is what you get for disrespecting your madams.”

“I’m sorry Samantha. Just let me in!”

“Don’t shout so loudly. It’s Sunday morning. You would wake the people around.”

Samantha was right. I looked around the hallway at all the doors, to check if anyone was coming out.

“Let me in!”

“Follow my order. Bring the newspaper.”

“But I can’t go downstairs!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m naked.”

“How naked are you?”

“I’m totally naked.”

“I didn’t get you. How naked are you?”

I was so nervous that I kept looking over my shoulders, left and right. I only had the palm of my hand to cover my exposed bare ass. Last night I at least had a shirt on when I ran down the hallway. This was even more embarrassing.

“I’m stark naked.”

“I need more clarity. Can you express it a bit more?”

“I’m buck naked, butt naked, bare-ass naked!”

“Is there not a stitch of clothing on you?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even an underwear?”

“No!”

“Is your ass bare? Your balls out, your cock hanging out?”

“Yes!”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes, I’m bare-assed and I’m embarrassed.”

“Are you turned on?”

I was shocked. I looked down. My dick was certainly getting hard, it was semi-erect.

“No,” I lied.

“Hmm…how long are you gonna talk with me through the door? Do you wanna stay naked in the hallway all day long, Mr. Nudie?”

I looked down at myself again. I had a raging boner. What had I got myself into? I looked around again. I was plastered to the door like a lizard on a wall. My boner was touching my stomach now.

“You need to get that newspaper right now. Before people start getting up from their Sunday morning slumber,” said Kavya.

I had no choice. I covered my erection with both hands and dashed towards the lift. I was afraid of actually getting caught naked by someone. My erection was subsiding as soon as actual fear took over my mind.

My night time bottomless adventure wasn’t so scary. But if I was caught roaming around bare ass exposed in a bright morning, I was gonna get jailed or something.

I stopped short before pressing the lift button.

“It’s a bad idea,” I said to myself.

I took the stairs. No one was gonna take the stairs. Even though I was walking down the staircases alone, I had my one hand covering my dick and the other hand sliding over the bannister for support. I didn’t wanna fall down the stairs and end up dead or hospitalised naked. But I also wanted to get back to my flat, as quickly as possible. I almost skipped a step or two while running sefaköy escort down the stairs.

As I reached the last flight of stairs, I was careful. I used both my hands to cover myself and I was hunching forward. The entrance lobby was deserted. That was not a surprise for a Sunday morning. The building was filled with lazybones. But I wanted to tread carefully.

With tiptoeing steps I reached the small bench near the security guard desk which kept all the delivery items. The residential society didn’t have a proper locker system yet. There were reports of people just stealing deliveries all the time. The saner people would always come personally to the entrance lobby to get their deliveries.

And then there were those who still subscribed to newspapers. I was an avid reader once. But that was before the prevalent usage of mobile internet.

The bundle of newspapers was very small. There were hardly 12 newspapers. I wondered who would be the unfortunate person to lose his newspaper to me. I just picked the top one. All the newspapers had the flat numbers written on them. I didn’t care. I just grabbed the top newspaper.

“Hey! Who’s that? Why are you naked?”

A sudden voice came and I jumped and turned around. I dropped the newspaper I was holding.

As I stood there saving my modesty with only my palms, a well-built man was staring at me from a distance with shock. I had come across this person, mostly around the society premises, gates or even in lifts. But we never really talked or knew each other’s names.

I had got used to Kavya and Samantha seeing the most private parts of my body in the last 24 hours. But another familiar person seeing me naked was a different kind of embarrassment.

The man kept staring at me for a good 15 seconds.

“What…what is this? You are…? But…? Where are your clothes?”

I didn’t have any answer for that.

I quickly grabbed another newspaper from the bench and covered my crotch and just ran past him to the lift as he was blocking the way to the stairs. I pressed the button for the third floor and waited for the lift to come down.

I looked over my shoulder at him. That motherfucker was recording my bare ass with his phone. I was shocked. I covered my butt with my hand and prayed for the lift to come down faster. Once the lift door opened, I dashed inside.

“I hope no one enters the lift like last night,” I said to myself.

But luck had something else in store for me. The lift stopped at the first floor. I held my breath and wrinkled the newspaper tighter against my crotch.

Two young ladies entered the lift. One girl had a ponytail and she was wearing short shorts. The other girl was wearing large eyeglasses. They somehow didn’t notice me as their eyes were stuck on their phones.

“This lift is going up,” said the ponytail girl as she looked at the buttons.

I was sticking myself to the very end of the lift, furthest from the lift door. I kept hoping they would avoid me. The ponytail girl moved her eyes sideways and caught my eyes. I instantly looked away.

“Psst, there is a shirtless man standing behind us,” whispered the ponytail girl to the girl with glasses.

The girl with glasses raised her eyes and turned around to see me thoroughly.

“Shit!” she shouted.

Both of them now looked at me, stunned.

I gave a weak smile to them.

“I am getting out here,” I said as the lift reached the third floor.

I rushed past through the small gap between them. I probably gave them a good glimpse of my bare butt.

“Oh shit, he’s naked!” shouted the girl with glasses before the lift door closed.

I almost collided with my flat door and rang the doorbell furiously.

“I’m coming, don’t break the doorbell,” said Samantha from the other side.

I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as the door opened and I almost pushed Samantha in to let myself inside the flat. I dropped the newspaper and let my dong hang freely. I was more than happy to be inside my flat.

“How was it?” asked Kavya.

“Three people saw me naked!” I said in a panting voice.

I looked around to search for my towel. I had one hand constantly covering my dick, while my other hand went about tossing the sofa cushions or opening the doors to my room and Abhilash’s room.

“Where the fuck is my towel?” I asked Samantha.

I thrusted the wrinkled unkempt newspaper in her hand.

She had the same annoying look as she always had.

“Stay naked for the day, that’s my command,” she said.

* * * * *

The three of us were bored mostly. I just sat in the chair in the living room and browsed through channels on TV. Sometimes I left my dick exposed, sometimes I crossed my legs to hide it, giving a nice view of the side of my thighs to the girls. I was almost a nudist in front of the girls. And I didn’t mind showing occasional erections to them.

Most of the time Kavya or Samantha or both spread themselves on the sofa, leaving no room for me. Kavya would talk to me occasionally. But şehzadeler escort Samantha never really spoke to me in a nice manner. She kept taking candid photos of mine.

“I hope you don’t fap to those photos,” I said.

“I won’t even think of touching myself looking at your nudes. It’s just for collecting enough photos with a clear view of your face. The more photos I have, the more material I have to blackmail you with.”

Whenever I would get up to go to my room, she would stop me.

“Stay here Nudie. We’re not letting you stay away out of our sight.”

The day just passed and nothing interesting happened. The lunch was ordered and as expected, I had to get the door.

I hid myself behind the door. My upper half was visible to the delivery guy as I leaned from behind the door to collect the food.

I bet he could see the naked side of my right leg; his eyes darted there once. But he just handed me the food and left. The lunch was boring too. I just sat in the chair and had my lunch.

* * * * *

Afternoon turned to evening and Samantha let me be in my room.

I was eating some potato chips at night when she entered my room and I hastily covered myself. A couple of hours of being alone in the room had made me conscious about my nudity again. She had a set of folded clothes in her hands.

“Wear them,” said Samantha.

“Oh, ok. It’s over then?” I said as I took the set from her hands and used it to cover my crotch.

“Just wear them and come out. Wear them all. Leave nothing.”

Samantha went to the sofa in the living room where I noticed that Kavya was lying. She looked at me by raising her head and gave me a wink. I didn’t know what that all meant. I shut the door to change.

It was Sunday night. Abhilash was gonna return by next morning. Of course the ladies thought of putting an end to all the fun they were having with me. They seemed to have got bored of me.

I was happy to get my hands on clothes. I just wanted clothes. It felt like an eternity before I had proper set of clothes on my body. There was the same thong that I wore yesterday among other clothes. I didn’t care if I had to put it on.

The warmth I felt when I put on the thong was like water for me in a desert. I had been totally naked for the past ten hours or so. There was an underwear. I put it on over the thong. Then pants. It was a formal one that I usually wear to my office. That was odd. I didn’t mind it. Then a full sleeve formal shirt. Again, this was an office attire. I didn’t mind. They didn’t give me a vest. No problem. And there was a tie. That was something extra. A tie was not needed at all. It was Sunday evening. Why would I wear something so formal? It had been so long since I wore a tie. But I knew how to tie a tie. Then, there was a pair of socks too. Something for my bare feet at last.

I looked at myself in the closet mirror. I styled my hair, tucked in my shirt. The girls were kind enough to give me a belt. I adjusted the crotch of my pants to align with the buttons of the shirt. I was looking slick. I ran my fingers through my hair one last time before I came out of the room to meet the girls.

“By God, you look gorgeous!” exclaimed Kavya.

Even Samantha couldn’t take her eyes off me.

“I need to take a pic of this for sure,” said Kavya as she pulled out her phone and took a photo of me. I was just standing awkwardly, but proudly with my hands in my pockets.

“Rob, we are going to take you somewhere,” said Samantha.

She looked at Kavya and continued, “We’re going to Kavya’s apartment building.”

“To Kavya’s house?” I asked.

“Not exactly. You’ll know,” said Samantha.

“The cab has arrived. Let’s go,” said Kavya.

I was so lost in getting in the admiration of the girls for my attire, that I didn’t immediately notice that Kavya was back to her black crop top and short skirt with the black choker. Samantha was wearing a normal T-shirt and a pair of jeans. They looked ready to go out.

“Ok. But where exactly are we going in Kavya’s place?” I asked.

“You’ll get to know,” said Kavya, “Quickly grab your shoes and let’s go. The cab is waiting.”

I decided to wear my formal shoes, the one without laces, the black slip-on shoes.

We were all silent when we were in the lift going downstairs. The events of my naked adventures in the morning replayed in my mind.

“Tell me again, how many people saw you naked this morning?” asked Samantha.

I was embarrassed when I said, “There were two girls and a guy.”

“There is gonna be more,” whispered Kavya.

“What?” I exclaimed, “Where are you guys taking me to?”

“You’ll get to know.”

I had more than enough reason to go back to my flat. But what stopped me was the photos and videos that Samantha had. And I was curious to know about the destination. And I was a little bored too, I needed to get some air away from my flat.

We didn’t talk much during our journey in the cab. The cab stopped outside a residential society named Shrishti Apartments. There were three residential buildings.

I silently followed them to the first building. The society looked similar to the one I lived in. It seemed like Samantha was also visiting that place for the first time. We got out of the lift on the 5th floor and walked the hallway.

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