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–where chapter 1 left off ———

“Alright boy, its almost Vader Time.” Vader stood up off his stool and turned around. “But first, give Daddy a kiss for good luck.” I knew what he wanted. It had started to become a ritual before all his matches. Still on my knees I leaned forward and kissed Vader’s ass. I had been taught to press firmly enough so Daddy could feel it. My nose needed to be pressed against his ass as well.

“Good boy. Get up and follow me.” But I stayed on my knees, lost in a trance remembering the first time I was made to kiss his ass. It was during a match between us – a match where I officially became his boy and he – my Big Daddy Vader…

—–new material ———

THWACK!! A big sound was heard as my back hit the mat. I quickly scrambled to my feet knowing that being on my back was not the place to be against this big mammoth of a bear. I was in what many predicted (and rightly) was going to be a squash match. Across the ring walking toward me and laughing was Big Van Vader. A 6’5 380lb alpha male. He was the biggest and strongest wrestler in WCW, and I had the honor (if you could call it that ) of facing him on this Saturday night. I circled around the ring being wise to stay away from the clenches of this super heel.

Vader stood in the center of the ring and crouched down a little as he taunted. “C’mon boy. Stop being a coward. Come to Papa!” I allowed myself to be roped in by these comments and my temper got the best of me. I sprung against the ropes and plowed with all my might shoulder first into his stomach. The air went out of my lungs as I found out his stomach was rock hard and another loud “thwack” was heard as I hit the mat, this time in a daze. What was I thinking? This man had 5 inches and 200 pounds on me. Why did I think that was going to work?

I felt myself being pulled by the hair forcing myself to my feet. Vader grabbed me by the wrist and pushed me away from his body. But he didn’t let go of my wrist and when our arms were completely outstretched he sling shotted me back towards him and leveled me with a thunderous close line.

“Who’s Da Man!” I could hear Vader shouting. The next few minutes my pain only increased as I was thrown over and over from one turnbuckle to the other and received a big Vader splash (all 380 lbs of him jumping into the air and plowing into me in that trapped corner. A german suplex, a chokeslam, and a body splash on my prone body on the mat followed.

I wasn’t sure where I was. I blinked a few times and could hear the sound of his heavy boots walk over me as he straddled my body. I looked up and could see his towering and massive body standing over me. He is black and red tights clung tightly to his big powerful thighs, the kind that I’m sure pancaked too many linemen to count during his Colorado football days. His stomach stuck out well away from his body. But it would be a mistake to call Vader fat. He was powerful, big-boned and muscular, an incredible athlete – he was what I called an alpha daddy bear. But I would never admit that to his face…

He raised his big and beefy arms to the crowd antalya escort bayan and shouted, “WHO’S THE MAN?” As he soaked in the crowds jeering, I looked at what was a sizeable pouch underneath his belt line. My mouth watered a little. I had to stay focused though and figure out how I was going to beat this man (lol). Vader looked down at me, bent over, gabbed by head in his large hands and hoisted me up to my feet. He locked his right hand with my left, interlacing our fingers. My fingers barely fit around his knuckles. He cranked both of our hands downward using all his strength bending my fingers in a direction they weren’t meant to bend. I fell down to my knees and writhed in pain. My head rested against his knee as I gritted through my teeth. My posture looked like that of a beggar.

“WHO’S THE MAN, BOY? WHO’S THE MAN?” His tone was fierce and dominating. “YOU’RE NOT MAN ENOUGH! SAY IT! SAY IT!” I was in too much pain. I had to make it stop anyway possible. So I gave in.

“I’m not man enough,” I cried.

“AGAIN, BOY!”

“I’m not man enough. Please, please. Just let me go.”

“WHO’S DA MAN?”

“You are. You’re the man!”

Vader had the widest grin, one his mask could not hide. His grin seemed to say something to me. He continued smiling and let me go. I collapsed on the mat face first. Vader started to walk around the ring taunting to the crowd and making jabs at me furthering my humiliation. I heard an evil chuckle as he walked to me and once again pulled me to my feet. Vader bent and easily wrapped his arms around my torso and lifted me up in a tight bear hug. My black trunks were pressed firmly against his stomach; my legs dangled freely though they wanted to wrap around his body; my stomach and chest pressed against his upper body. Vader lifted me higher and tilted backwards – bouncing me a little into tighter and tighter squeezes. He laughed with each bounce right in my face. I began to grow lifeless and started to just hang in his strength. My head almost resting on his big shoulder. I was now close enough for Vader to whisper in my ear – things the ref or the crowd were unable to hear. All this time, Vader spoke with a quiet stern whisper.

“You’re a pathetic little jobber boy. You just admitted in front of everybody that you are not a real man, and that I am the alpha. Only a true jobber boy would say that.” I continued to struggle for breath.

“You’re not just a jobber boy, though. You are MY JOBBER BOY. Ain’t that right?”

“Yes,” I said with almost no breath.

“Say it.”

“I am your boy.”

Vader gave me a quick tight squeeze. “Say it one more time.”

“I am your boy.” I was beginning to lose consciousness.

“Now, here’s the deal. I could drag this punishment out a long time. Or I can take mercy on you and finish this quickly. But only if you agree to be my boy after the match as well.” I had no idea what this meant. Did I really want to do this not knowing what was behind this sadistic whisper of this beast? But then again, this pounding could not continue. I could not survive it. muratpaşa escort

“C’mon boy. Make up your mind. You’re not fooling anyone. I can tell you want this from that little poke I feel against my stomach.” He was right. I did secretly want this. I had always been attracted to stronger bigger men, and if not for the pain that secret would have been more obvious.

“Yes, I’ll be your boy.” A pleased smile creased Vader’s face.

“Good boy. But first, we’re going to make your submission a little more official.” Vader quickly dropped me from his vice grip but kept me standing. He grabbed my head and forcefully thrust it in between his legs. I was now bent at the waist, head trapped between his thighs. I could feel that sizeable pouch resting on the back of my neck. It was time for a Vader powerbomb. Vader lifted his arms out to the side and shouted at the crowd, “POWERBOMB!” He then lifted me up over his head and slammed me to the mat.

“THUD!!!” It all happened so fast. The lights had blinded me as I was lifted high in the air above his 6’5 frame. The impact on the mat put me back in a daze. I had never been powerbombed so hard. I barely knew where I was. I was reminded of that again as I felt a great weight sit on my chest; my shoulders were trapped as well and my mouth was smothered by sweaty black fabric. I was being pinned. And not just any pin, a school boy pin – the ultimate humiliation in the ring. Vader had straddled my body, pinned my shoulders between his knees and feet, sat on my chest, and rested his manhood right on my chin as he flexed to the crowd.

I heard three pounds hit the mat and the ringing of a bell. It would have been customary for the winner to get up from the pin at this point but Vader stayed put. I was now with-it enough to realize what was happening. The smell of his crotch flooded my senses and I could feel the heat and weight of his big ass on my chest. I could only look up – my vision half blurred by the size of his crotch. Vader looked me in the eye, smiled, then his right hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved me further into his crotch – a big faceful!

“Who is your Daddy?” What?!? What was I hearing? I had already called this guy the man and agreed to be his boy. Now he was asking me to call him Daddy?

“SAY IT! SAY IT BOY! TELL THE WORLD WHO IS YOUR DADDY?” I had to get out of here fast. I could feel myself growing in my trunks.

“You are!” I said through a muffled scream.

“Not good enough, boy. I need to hear you say it. Who.Is. Your. DADDY?”

“You are my Daddy…”

“Again!”

“You are my Daddy!”

“Good boy. But, its not over yet. Time to make this more official.” Vader condescendingly patted my head and slowly got up. He stood over me and pulled the bottoms of his tights up that had fallen down a bit during my beating. “Get me a mic,” Vader demanded. Harley Race, his manager and legend in his own right – also a daddy bear, went and retrieved a microphone for Vader. Still standing over me, Vader brought the microphone to his mouth antalya anal yapan escort and spoke to the crowd.

“This here, is a pathetic jobber. He’s not a real man. You heard him say it.” Vader pointed at the ref. “But he’s not just a pathetic jobber boy, he’s my pathetic jobber boy. He belongs to no one else except me. I want everyone in the back to hear that. This boy is mine. I’m his Daddy!” Jeers and boos could be heard from the crowd. Vader began to laugh and walk around the ring.

“And just to prove it to you all, this boy is going to make a symbolic gesture of his submission. This jobber boy is going to call me Daddy in front of the whole world and……” Vader paused for a little dramatic effect. “…..And this boy is going to kiss Daddy’s ass!” I was still lying on the mat, but I was mortified when I heard this. To be honest I didn’t have a problem with submitting in this form to Vader (and then some, actually). But to have to do this in front of the crowd…this was humiliating.

There was no time to resist though as I found myself being turned over by Vader. I now was laying on the mat on my stomach. Vader straddled me for a second. I felt him grind a little against my backside as he grabbed both of my arms and lifted me up. He hooked each arm over one of his knees and grabbed underneath my chin – a camel clutch.

“You ready boy. You ready to submit to your Daddy?” Another bear laugh and chuckle. Harley Race was there and held the microphone to Vader’s lips.

“Tell them boy. Who is your Daddy?” He cranked back on my chin causing my back to also bend at an uncomfortable angle. I felt the microphone against my lips.

“You are. You are my Daddy.” This pleased both Vader and Harley Race as I heard them gloat in my humiliation. Harley Race then applied a little red lipstick to my lips. This was getting worse than I could imagine.

“Gotta give you a little color boy so we can show the world that little peck you’re going to plant on Big Vader’s ass,” I heard Harley say.

Vader dropped me to the mat and grabbed the mic and explained to the crowd once more how he was my new Daddy. Harley then stepped over me and lifted me up to my knees and said, “Alright boy, time to kiss Daddy’s ass.”

Vader returned to our spot in the ring, bent down to look me right in the eye. and in the microphone said, “One more time boy, who is your Daddy?” His face was close enough to me the mic could pick up anything I said.

“Vader. Vader, you are my Daddy.”

“Good boy. Now, kiss your Daddy’s ass.” And Vader turned around and bent at the waist. His ass expanded offering me plenty of real estate to choose from. Harley held my head in both of his hands, one hand underneath my chin almost forcing me to pucker up. I leaned forward and planted a firm kiss right on his red ass cheek. You could see the shape of my lips on his tights from the lipstick. The crowd laughed. It seemed they were now enjoying my humiliation and on the heel Vader’s side.

I closed my eyes to try and hide from drinking in any embarrassment. I felt myself rolled out of the ring and then lifted up over Vader’s, I mean Daddy’s shoulders, like a sack of potatoes. Daddy Vader walked me out of the arena and back to his locker room.

“You’re my boy. I am your Daddy. Time to go and show you exactly what that means.” We disappeared underneath the entrance way and the crowd soon was out of sight. It was just me and Daddy Vader headed back to his locker room.

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The longer I sat in Lieutenant Burton Kahn’s office, the worse I felt about how I’d let myself go—knowing full well I’d just keep on doing it. I wasn’t even sure I could withstand the pressure from Danny.

“Come to the layover room with me,” he’d breathed in my ear when I’d entered the squad room, summoned by Burton to find out why I’d packed my duffel bag for traveling.

That wasn’t where the conversation had started, of course.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry about missing your bachelor party,” I’d said when I’d entered the room and all nearly seven foot of black, overpowering muscle named Danny Thompson had uncoiled himself from the desk across from mine and slowly sauntered up to me, his eyes boring into mine, hooded so I couldn’t quite tell which way he was going to go with this.

There were some others in the squad room, but the bulk of them were off at the side doing a play-by-play on the Yankees’ close loss the night before on the baseball diamond, and the ones who weren’t chiming in on that were on the telephone, creating or following up leads on their cases.

We were partners, so there was no reason why anyone in the room should think twice about Danny and me having a close conversation, even a tense one. Everyone knew what I was; but they didn’t suspect Danny in the least. Danny was getting married in a week.

“It’s OK, I understand about it being Brad’s birthday and all,” Danny answered. He was staring me down, giving me an out.

“It isn’t about Brad,” I answered. I should have taken the opening, I knew. But we were partners on the dangerous streets. We had to be straight with each other. And this had to be settled. Otherwise we couldn’t work together—we will have lost our edge. And that could mean death on the streets.

“Sharenda needn’t change anything,” Danny said in a low voice.

“Sharenda changes everything, Danny,” I shot back.

“Come to the layover room with me, Clint. I expected my party to go on after the other guys left last night. You spoiled it. I understand, but the party wasn’t complete.”

“It’s time to put an end to this, Danny. I should have stopped as soon as I heard you were getting married.”

“I never told you I didn’t fuck women,” Danny said, letting the hurt show in his voice. “I gotta have it. You know that.”

Yes, I knew that—knew that very well. My black hunk of a lover was oversexed. That had never been a secret. And with what he had between his legs, he could have just about anything that walked that he wanted. He certainly didn’t have any trouble having me.

But it had to stop. “Fucking whoever you want is fine when you’re single, Danny. But not when you’re married. You don’t just cheapen what you have with Sharenda; you also cheapen me—what we’ve had together—by not seeing the difference.”

And then I just walked on by him and into the lieutenant’s office, and entered another world, a world where under similar circumstances to mine, different choices had been made—choices that sometimes—like now—made me feel tawdry and weak.

The lieutenant wasn’t in yet. So I had to wait, wait in the world he’d created after his Mariah had died. Kahn had been left alone—as suddenly and irrevocably as I had when Brad had been murdered and almost at the same time.

He’d come home from the precinct one night after a hard, bloody day on a case—to find Mariah on the floor, dead from a heart attack at a shockingly young escort antalya age. She’d been there most of the day, the coroner said, turning stone cold on the linoleum floor in front of the kitchen sink, while Burton had been on the street, tracking down a killer who had robbed a liquor store for less than $100 in cash and shot dead the clerk and three patrons in the process.

Mariah had been Kahn’s life, all he could talk about in those days I first knew him. He had always said that going home to Mariah every night was all that kept him sane and balanced in his job of catching and putting away sleaze balls.

And yet, when my Brad had been murdered, and his Mariah had left him without so much as a good-bye, Kahn was the one who had managed to control himself; I was the one who had folded and had let myself go wild in grief and blaming everyone but myself—because I knew that I should have been able to prevent Brad’s death. And, without Brad there, slowly pulling me back to a more stable life and not so much whoring around, I’d been overcompensating in that department, although there, just for a few brief months, I thought Danny was going to be a Brad for me.

I looked around Kahn’s office as I waited for him to prepare. Whereas I had fallen apart—punished myself by moving to a walkup in a seedy part of town and just letting myself go wild to forget—Burton had withdrawn into his job and made it a fortress of the world he’d known. His office, small as it was, was more like the life he had had before Mariah died. It was a self-contained slice of the home he hadn’t been able to go back to after finding his wife dead on the kitchen floor. In addition to his desk, he’d brought in a rug, an overstuffed chair, a sofa, and knick knacks and mementos from the home he’d shared with Mariah. And her photograph. There was one on his desk and one on the side table next to the sofa and one on the bookshelf behind the sofa.

I didn’t have any photographs of Brad. Whereas I, in guilt, wanted to forget, Kahn, in reverence, wanted to remember.

I couldn’t look at the photos of Mariah as I sat there, waiting for Kahn to come down from his morning meeting with the brass two flights up. When I looked at her photo all I saw was Sharenda.

“Thanks for coming in, Clint. I know you’d asked for the day off. This came up, though, and we need to get you out to Denver later today.”

“Denver?”

I looked across the desk at Kahn. He was all business, but I could see he was a bit distracted. He kept looking at the photographs of Mariah. His anniversary was about to come up as well.

“Yes, well, over the mountains from there. A dude ranch in the Rockies—across the mountains from Denver.”

“I don’t know if I have the clothes for—”

“You won’t need much in the way of clothes where you’re going. They’ll provide what you need. It’s that kind of assignment. Your kind of thing. And highest priority from upstairs.”

“Maybe you’d best start from the beginning,” I said.

“You’ve heard of Giacomo Arcardi and Lorenzo Rapino, haven’t you?”

“Sure. The heir apparents of two of the busiest crime families in the state. Except Lorenzo’s dead, isn’t he? Murdered nearly a year ago—a pretty sordid sex thing, if I remember rightly.”

“You do. And Jason Jenks? You know who he is?”

“Jason Jenks? I’m not sure. The only Jason Jenks I can think of . döşemealtı escort . .” But then I stopped. I couldn’t see any connection.

“The mystery writer—the crime novelist, yes. That Jason Jenks. You’re being called in because of where those three connect.”

“Go on. I’m dying to hear what this has to do with Denver.”

“Nothing,” Kahn said. And then he laughed. “I said across the Rockies from there. A dude ranch—a special dude ranch—to be specific. I’m sure you can appreciate what it would mean in this city for the Arcardis and Rapinos to be set against each other.”

“Major war. Blood on the streets. Probably a lot of collateral damage”

“Right. And that’s what we’ve just about got. War between those two. And all because of Jason Jenks.”

“He’s written about them?”

“You could say so. His publisher brought it to our attention. Jenks isn’t cooperating, and thus far there’s not much we can do about it. But we are beginning to get across to him, we think, that he needs to tell us more of what he knows, more of where he got what he’s written about—hopefully before his latest novel comes out, and certainly before any of the Rapinos read the book.”

“So, this is about Lorenzo’s murder?”

“Yes, if you’ll recall, Lorenzo was found dead in a hotel room—naked—suffocated to death and covered with bruises. There was semen, so it was logged as a sex crime. But it turned out to be his own semen. He’d been fucked—whether willingly or not, we don’t know—but the assailant had used a condom.”

“And the connection to Giacomo Arcardi and Jenks?”

“Jenks has written a book about a murder closely paralleling the death of Lorenzo Rapino—and the murderer in his book closely parallels the real-life Giacomo Arcardi. When that book comes out, we’re afraid the shit will hit the fan—that the Rapinos will decide that Jenks has evidence linking Giacomo to the murder and a full-scale crime family war will break out. There are a couple of wrinkles. First, this isn’t the only murder like this in the city in the last year. We think there have been at least three murders with the same MO. And Jenks is dragging his feet on us and we may be running out of time on finding out if he can help us solve the case.”

“How so?”

“There’s an indication the Arcardis have gotten wind of the book. Someone’s already been trying to buy up the rights to the book from the publisher, probably to squelch publication. And if the Arcardis know about it, we have to assume the Rapinos do too. We’re afraid that Jenks might be in danger as well. It’s not just the book that would have to be squelched if the Arcardis want to bury this.”

“And so, I’m supposed to hold Jenks’s hand until you’ve gotten whatever you want out of him—including through a trial, if he has to testify?”

“Well, more than his hand—and we don’t want him to know we’re watching over him—and we’d like to get him to talk to someone if it isn’t to us directly.”

I raised my eyebrow. “And so?”

“He’s gay. He’s promiscuous. And he likes younger, handsome, athletic-cut men. That’s you.”

“And this dude ranch beyond Denver?”

“It’s a gays-only retreat. He’s going there whether we like it or not—we don’t have any means to keep him here and don’t want to encourage him to clam up by letting him know the danger he could be in. It’s called the Big konyaaltı escort O Ranch—very openly a gay sex service for wealthy men. We’ve already arranged to put you on the staff. The owner will cooperate in putting you close to Jenks—both to protect him and to find out what, if anything, he knows that will close this case and get this serial killer off the streets—using your special talents.”

At that point, one of the other guys poked his head in the door, and gruffly announced. “We’re up, Chief. Another gay suffocation murder. Over in Chelsea.”

Kahn stood up from behind his desk and quizzed the other officer briefly as he strapped his gun holster on.

“Where in Chelsea?”

“In a leather cowboy bar, the Ranchero. One of their bull-riding performers. Young guy. Found him in one of their special back rooms. Pretty well marked up and snuffed.”

I stood. “So, should I—?”

“No,” Kahn said. “You need to get to admin and collect your tickets and per diem. This will clear the squad room—got to get them out on the street and both milking their sources and tamping down the communities. Danny will stay long enough to brief you on who to report to and how to report back. I briefed him yesterday. You need to get on a plane to Denver.”

The squad room was deserted when I came up from admin. The light was on in Kahn’s office, though, so that’s where I headed.

Danny was there, sitting behind Kahn’s desk, watching the door.

“OK, Danny,” I said as I entered the office. “Chief told me you’d brief me.”

“I will, but first, shut the door.”

I did so.

“Now strip. First I want you. I want you bad.”

“Danny, no. It’s over. Not again.”

“Once. Just once. You’ll be in Denver. I’m transferring to Los Angeles. Sharenda’s got a job out there, and I can get one. No problem. Once more, and then you won’t see me again.”

“Danny, no,” I said. But then he stood up and I saw that he was naked from the waist down. And he was unbuttoning his shirt, showing me that magnificent, shiny-black body of his. And what was between his legs, stiff and standing proud. Wanting me.

And I wanted it. I couldn’t help myself.

At least I had a small shred of decency left. Before I stripped, I turned down the photos of Mariah, Burton’s Mariah, on the bookcase and the side table—and then, as Danny lowered me on my back on the top of Kahn’s desk and moved his meaty, brown thighs between mine and brought his huge, jet-black cock to my puckering hole, I turned over the photo on Kahn’s desk as well—and, because I knew that it was what Danny wanted, the signal of my complete surrender to him, I reached down and grasped his cock in both of my hands and thrust my hips up, impaling my channel on the tool that I had loved moving inside me so much.

We fucked like there was no tomorrow—as, indeed, there wasn’t for us. And then, after he pounded me to my ejaculation on the desk, I made the surrender complete, as he pulled me up and back across the rug and sat down in the sofa, and I came down into his lap, straddling his still-hard cock and fucked myself as he leaned his head down and feasted on my nipples—for the last time, I thought.

But the surrender was more complete than that.

“I can’t give you up, man, you know that,” he whispered in my ear. “When I want you again, you gonna give it me?”

“No.”

“Make that a yes, man.”

“Yes,” was all I said in reply. Now the surrender was complete.

“And tonight? My place? Sharenda’s got an all-night bachelorette party to go to.”

“If that’s what you want,” I muttered. And as his hands went to my butt cheeks, pulling them apart to make deeper room for him inside me, I put my face in the hollow of his neck and then started to slow pump him.

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Jayden was heading to Henry’s. Henry had asked him to hang out, and Jayden was up for it, so he was he went to Henry’s place and met him. Jayden knocked at the door and Henry wasn’t too long. He opened the door and let Jayden in.

“Hey.” he said.

“Hey man.” Jayden said stepping inside the apartment.

Jayden took his shoes off and followed Henry into the living room. Henry told Jayden to sit down and offered him a beer. Jayden sat down and Henry came back with two beers.

“Finally got some free time.” Henry said falling back into the soft brown leather sofa.

“I’ll second that.” Jayden answered “College is hard.” and the boys clacked their bottles together in a toast.

“Cheers to that.” Henry answered.

“I haven’t time for any ladies.” Jayden said “I’ve just been watching porn trying to get blue balls!” he laughed.

Henry started getting uncomfortable talking about straight porn. He only watched gay porn and had no idea what Jayden was talking about.

“You see these crazy squirting videos!” Jayden asked

“No…” Henry answered.

“Wo.” Jayden said “That didn’t sound to enthusiastic. You okay?”

“No, I’m fine.” Henry answered trying to seem okay.

“You don’t like talking about porn or something?” Jayden asked.

Jayden had a strange sort of look. He was a red head for one, but Henry liked that, the thing was he seemed strangely mean, and trustworthy all at once.

“Is something wrong Henry?” Jayden asked.

“Can I tell you something?” Henry asked nervously. He was trying to work up the courage to tell Jayden he was gay. He thought they were close enough to tell him, but not close enough it would really be too important, so he could tell him.

“Sure.” Jayden answered.

“Mmm… I’m gay.” Henry said as if he was blowing out all the stress in the world.

“You’re gay?” Jayden asked blankly.

“Yeah…” Henry answered in a small voice.

“You should have told me before!” Jayden said “I wouldn’t have gone on about straight porn around you.”

Henry felt relieved. So relieved that Jayden was okay with it. Besides, he liked Jayden, the big tall handsome ginger.

“That’s why I haven’t seen any girls on your arm.” Jayden said “But you been getting any action?” he asked cheekily, teasing his Chem 101 partner.

“Well…” Henry said.

“Oh. Sorry man.” Jayden said, realizing Henry was still a virgin.

“It’s okay.” Henry answered chugging down the last half of his beer.

Jayden drank some beer and sort of sat around in an awkward silence. Then he turned to Henry.

“Listen.” Jayden said “If you want to experiment or anything, I’d be open to it.”

Henry looked at Jayden in antalya escort bayan some sort of disbelief.

“I’m kinda curious I guess.” Jayden said.

“You would want to do things with a guy?” Henry asked “Do things with me?”

“Sure.” Jayden said almost cheerily. Henry couldn’t believe it. He was ecstatic to finally have a way to try things out, like he’d never been able to before.

“Do you think we could try stuff out now?” Henry asked.

“If you want, sure.” Jayden answered.

“Okay.” Henry said getting up. He adjusted his shirt a bit and sort of walked in place nervously.

“You wanna go to my room?” Henry asked.

“Okay.” Jayden answered “Let’s go.

The boys went into Henry’s room. It was a clean room with blue walls and a 70’s style queen bed against one wall with a matching 70’s night table beside it and a brown heavy wood dresser that Henry had found on the curb for pickup stuffed against the opposite wall. The room had one window with a curtain, and a few posters here and there advertising Henry’s music tastes. The bed was undone and there were some pants and a shirt on the floor, but otherwise the room was clean. The two boys went inside the room and Henry closed the door behind him.

“Okay.” Jayden said pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. Jayden was a big, muscular guy. He had broad shoulders, big arms and massive pecs with smooth, pink nipples. He body had the characteristic male V shape, the narrow waist and broad shoulders and he even had V going down to his penis, those adonis lines. In fact, Jayden’s adonis lines were built thick and sexy with great definition leading into his pants. He well defined abs that looked more beefy than hard, which Henry liked. And on top of it all, Jayden was a hairy guy. There was a layer of trimmed, but visible red hair growing across the surface Jayden’s pecs as well as a line of the red hairs that went down the center of his body until the navel where it widened until it would, Henry imagined, reach the pubis and Jayden’s pubic hair. The sight of Jayden’s chest made Henry hard. He could feel his penis trying to bulge out of his pants.

Half entranced by Jayden’s erotic ginger body, Henry pulled his shirt off and through it aside too. Henry was much leaner than Jayden. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, undefined arms which did have a nice size though, square pec with flat brownish nipples, but he also had killer washboard abs and nicely defined adonis lines, although not as nice as Jayden’s.

Then, Jayden took off his shorts and boxer shorts, revealing his glorious, circumcised, four inch soft penis, with its ginger pubes so thick but well antalya escort trimmed, his low scrotum and the sweet head with its radical and sweeping rounded curves and harsh end. Jayden must be some sort of god, maybe Henry was dreaming. But he couldn’t bother to think about that any more, all he could think of was getting naked and rubbing his body with Jayden’s body in sweet erotic sweat drenched pleasure. Henry pulled his pants down furiously and wrestled his boxer-briefs off as they snagged on his fully erect penis. Henry’s penis was a good six and a half inches long erect with its bulging shaft and light brown pubic hair which almost matched his blonde hair. Henry’s penis stuck straight out with the round head pointing a bit up, as if were screaming Henry’s desire for him.

“Do you want to start by touching me?” Jayden asked seeing Henry’s penis begging for contact.

Henry moistened his lips and stepped up to Jayden. He put his hand on Jayden’s massive chest and just touched it, feeling the muscle on his palms, the power and raw erotic texture of Jayden. Henry ran his hands down and around to Jayden’s back, feeling the muscle as he went down to Jayden’s ass. He wrapped his hands around Jayden’s hairy but cheeks and squeezed them between his hands. They felt amazing, so muscular and hard under that smooth skin. Henry brought his hands back to Jayden’s sides, placing them on his hips, and Jayden sat on the bed.

“Go ahead.” Jayden said.

So Henry knelt down and put a hand on Jayden’s balls sac and lowered his mouth. He used his other hand to bring the sort penis up to his lips, then licked the fleshy member, tasting the saltiness of the sweat from being in underwear all day. Then, Henry put his fingers around Jayden’s penis instead of his scrotum and started jacking him off. Quickly, Jayden’s cock started to harden and Henry put more and more fingers around until he had his whole hand wrapped around Jayden’s hard six inch cock which pointed up from between Jayden’s legs.

Now that Jayden was hard, like Henry still was, he moved his mouth close again and liked the shaft of Jayden’s penis. It didn’t taste like anything so he moved up to the head which had a small bead of precum on the end and licked the bead off. It didn’t taste like much, just a faint saltiness to it. Then, Henry lowered his head and took Jayden’s cock in his mouth.

‘Aww…” Jayden said as Henry slid his lips down Jayden’s smooth skinned, hard penis. Henry started putting some suction on Jayden’s cock as he bobbed his head over the member. Jayden’s penis felt fleshy, firm but not rock hard like Henry had thought. He imagined penis got really hard, but antalya sınırsız escort he thought this was probably better. He liked the feeling of being able to feel the penis alive in his mouth, throbbing and pulsing. Jayden put a hand on Henry’s head.

“That’s right. That feels good.” Jayden said tilting his head back and letting out a few moans. Henry kept sucking on Jayden’s cock for a while, it seemed like ten or fifteen minutes.

“Aww…” Jayden said “Keep going for a little more and you’re gonna make me cum.”

Henry started pulling a few tricks to make Jayden cum. Henry angled his head a bit so that the head of Jayden’s cock would go against the roof of his mouth.

“Ohh…” Jayden said.

Henry kept blowing the beefy man in front of him until finally Jayden got close.

“Oh. I’m close.” Jayden said. So Henry pulled his sore jaw off of Jayden’s throbbing cock and put his hand around it to finish off. Jayden started groaning as Henry ran his hand furiously across Jayden’s cock.

“Ohhh! I’m gonna cum!” Jayden said. Then, he felt he penis pulsate and a heat rushing though his body. And with a sort of stop, his cock spat out a jet of cum that flew up and back onto Jayden’s stomach as a wave of pleasure swept him.

“AAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Jayden yelled as his cock oozed out cum which was slowly covering his pubic hair in white liquid, and dripping down to cover his sack.

“Oh my god.” Jayden said, letting himself fall backwards onto the bed.

Henry looked at Jayden’s penis, still pulsating as it stopped pumping out semen. After having seen Jayden in full sexual action, Henry couldn’t stop himself or his sexual needs. He started jacking off.

“That’s right.” Jayden said looking up past his softening penis “Jack off! Do it till you cum. Cum on me!”

Henry went furiously. He could feel it coming soon.

“Mmmm…” Henry moaned as he built up to an orgasm. And soon he did feel his body get ready. Like a sneeze, he felt he needed to cum now.

“On me.” Jayden said.

Henry stepped a bit closer and went hard for a few last strokes then he yelled as he felt his penis spring up and a jet of cum spray out and land on Jayden’s leg.

“Closer.” Jayden said. Henry struggled to get closer as his body was over taken by pleasure, making him weak in the legs. But he was close enough that his cum was landing on Jayden’s cock and pubic hair. Finally Henry’s cock spat all his cum out, onto Jayden, and Henry collapsed onto the bed beside Jayden. But jayden was getting up.

“Ah.” he said standing with cum dripping down his cock and legs “That was good.” And Jayden went out of the room and Henry head the shower turn on.

“You wanna come for a shower?” Jayden asked. So Henry got up, he wanted to be with Jayden and his sexy naked body. He walked into the bathroom and got in the shower with Jayden. It wasn’t very sexual, other than being naked together and Jayden helping henry wash his back. After that, Jayden got dressed and left Henry’s place saying goodbye, like it had been some normal day.

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Your story was fucking hot. Sitting in my room thinking of you sucking my 10 inch cock. Im 21, 6 foot 3, hawaiian and black and scottish and filipino — all local kine mixed plate. Id love to feel your tongue lick all over my cock. Feel you rub my balls in your hand. Let me fuck your eager mouth, you loving the feeling. Email me back please. 😉

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I’d love to have you sit on your bed (or maybe your couch) and put your hands on my shoulders and make me sink to my knees between your legs, then put your hand on the back of my neck and push my head towards your stiffening ten inch cock, and talk dirty to me while I wrap my lips around your cockhead and rub my tongue along the underside of your prick and down the shaft while you slowly push deeper inside my mouth, fucking my face while one hand strokes and caresses your hard shaft and the other gently squeezes and kneads your balls, my hands warm on your nutsack and my mouth hot and wet and taking your dick deeper, getting facefucked and loving it …

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Text as soon as possible, please.

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Not a good time. GF is being a bit hard to take tonight, talking about breaking up with me.

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Dang im sorry. Can you at least tell me on this???

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She put a bug on my computer shortly after we met two years ago to read any incoming emails from Craigslist I got. Fucking acting like she’s with the gotdamn NSA. Anyhow, horny as fuck — haven’t gotten any sex in over a week.

***

Damn. Hmm. Tell me the last encounter you had with a man? 😉

***

I wrote about that in my story “Fucked By A Stranger”.

The time before that encounter, which I’ve been mulling over whether to write about, I responded to a CL ad to meet up with a guy who had arranged for someone to be a cocksucker for a bunch of men, and was asking guys to join in on that. That sounded good to me, so I showed up. But, the guy who had said he was gonna do the cocksucking never showed, and the other guys who showed up left when they thought it wasn’t happening.

So we went up to his apartment to wait and see if the guy who had agreed to suck all those cocks would finally show, and he started talking dirty to me, whispering in my ear and touching my face and rubbing his finger across my lips and then sticking the tip of his finger inside my mouth, and his breath was all hot and steamy in my ear as he coaxed me with this sexy deep voice to get on my knees and suck his dick. So I did that, but then he seemed kind of tense and awkward, like he’d had this fantasy but didn’t think it would actually happen, like he really preferred women and was trying to pretend like it wasn’t a guy taking his dick, like it was really a chick because that would be straight and totally OK to brag to his buds about after, instead of having to feel kind of ashamed and dirty.

So anyway, I tried this trick I’d seen watching porn, where I rubbed his cockhead against the inside of my cheek and tapped on it from the outside with my hand, and he groaned and kinda growled and said that was amazingly hot,

and he had to shoot his load now, and almost immediately he spurted cum in my mouth.

I asked him to reciprocate, but he said fuck no, he was straight and didn’t do that, and so I left and went home and jacked off thinking of how it felt to turn on a guy so much.

***

Damn thats so hot. Tell me how ud deepthroat my cock and let me fuck that tight throat

***

We’d be standing up by your bed, fully clothed, with you standing behind me and squeezing my ass antalya escort and kissing the back of my neck, sending shivers up my spine. Then you’d grab the back of my neck and turn me around and push down, forcing me to my knees, while you sat on the bed and opened your thighs. I’d kneel between your legs, and then you’d apply pressure to my head, forcing it down towards your cock, softly murmuring for me to part my lips for your cockhead. Your dick would start to slide between my lips while you called me your dirty slut and tugged on my hair,

starting to ease your shaft inside my lips while my tongue licked the underside of your cockhead.

What would you do then?

***

Id moan in great pleasure…id say” take it slow for now..” as I thrust my big cock in and out your mouth…then I grab your hair and say” look

at me while I fuck this slutty mouth” 😉 as I thrust deep in your throat making you gag. Your eyes tear up but I can tell this is where my cock belongs, in your whore mouth. I say “stroke my cock and tell me how much you love cock, slut.”

***

Your cock is so big, bucking deeper and deeper into my throat, as I gag and think I can’t take it, can’t take the cockhead jamming at the back entrance of my throat, and I look up pleading at you to slow down but I can’t say anything because of your shaft shoving harder and harder with each thrust, filling my mouth with your rubbery meat, feeling helpless and defenseless but also thrilled at you grabbing my longish brown hair and thrusting and groaning and using my mouth for your selfish pleasure, and I see your eyes filled with lust. You finally get your cock all the way inside my relaxed throat, your balls slapping against my chin and your musky pubic hair tickling and scratching my nose. I push back a bit against the front of your thighs, easing your shaft out until just the dick head is between my lips, then I grasp your long cock at the base with one hand and cup and gently knead your balls with the other and rapidly bob my head so just your cockhead is slithering between my lips and then pulling out so just the tip is resting on my tongue on the backstroke, my lips and tongue playing and licking and sucking on the sensitive skin on the underside and the rim of the head, and I can tell you’re close to cumming, to filling my mouth with hot spurts, but maybe you have something else in mind, and you know you can use me however you please …

***

Mmmm and how would you want me to use you? 😉

***

Reach behind as you thrust into my mouth and start fingering my hole, rubbing it with lube …

***

Sorry took so long to get back to you, my phone broke had to get a new one.

and mmm such a good slut huh? You want me to fuck that tight ass dont you?

as I start to thrust into your mouth super hard and fast as u continue to finger that tight hole and you looking into my eyes as you tear up from my fat cock punishing your throat 😉

***

You feel like talking on the phone? My GF took off for Los Angeles and might not be coming back, and I feel like venting a bit with someone who would lend a sympathetic ear. If you’re up for it, give me your cell phone number and your time zone and tell me what would be a good time frame to call you.

Or if you’d rather just do dirty chat, we can continue carrying on this … conversation … over email. ;D

I’m a bit afraid of letting you fuck my virgin ass — I’ve never had anything in there, and that would be crossing this line where I couldn’t possibly deny any more that I was acting like some sort of faggot aksu escort cum slut, taking a dick inside my tight hole on a first * date *. And your cock is so thick and long I’m afraid it’ll hurt real bad.

But it feels so good to hear you talking dirty to me while I’m kneeling at the foot of your bed between your outspread legs, one hand gripping the base of your cock shaft while you shove your dick head between my lips and deeper and deeper down my throat, the other hand kneading your balls, all heavy and full of cum, and you’re grunting and moaning as you fuck my face, tears running down my cheeks from the punishment I’m taking and from feeling a bit humiliated and dirty and slutty and wrong, but wrong in a good way, looking up into your lustful eyes and taking your shaft, letting you use my mouth to arouse your lust …

You’re reaching behind me, and you tell me to be a good little bitch and spread my legs open a bit wider, and I reluctantly give in to your order, and aaaaaahhh your lube coated finger is touching and circling my hole and my god it feels good. I wiggle my ass in encouragement, feeling like a total whore.

You order me to stand up. I do so, and you step behind me and I look over my shoulder. You’re rubbing lube all over your long brown cock, stroking your hard shaft, then you growl, “Bend over, bitch!” I hesitate, not sure if I want to obey, but you grab my long hair and roughly shove me forward, forcing me to sprawl bent over the bed. You thrust down with the palm of your hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the bed, and pry my thighs wider apart with your knees, and I feel so helpless and vulnerable.

I try to squirm away and stand up, but you shove down harder and slap my face hard with your spare hand and say, “Your ass is mine, bitch. Quit struggling or I’ll fuck you rough and have to hurt. Do you want me to be gentle instead?” Then you slap my ass cheek even harder, muttering, “Take it. Take it, slut.” Your hand is now pushing between my ass cheeks, roughly invading me …

I look over my shoulder again, tears running down my cheek, afraid and humiliated, feeling a bit like I’m being violated and even raped, but my body betrays me, my skin feeling hot and flushed, my heart pounding, my nerves tingling, my puckered tight hole clenching with pleasure as your slick coated finger rubs and pushes more gently and then slides up and down my asscrack, and try as I do to stop it, a moan of pleasure escapes my lips.

I give up. It’s gonna happen. I WANT it to happen, even though a little part of me is still saying no.

I nod my head in submission, locking my eyes on yours. “Be gentle. Please. Your cock is so big, please be gentle, don’t hurt me.”

You grin and reach for your bottle of lube, and squirt more between my butt cheeks while your hand rubs and slithers around, your fingers rubbing my crack and my slutty boypussy hole and one of them is pushing for entry, and it feels so good that I arch my back in pleasure, and you grab my hair and pull hard, yanking my head back while your finger shoves forward trying to break through my tight hole …

***

God your such a good little cum slut arent you? Idc if your not gonna like it at first. Im gonna fuck you so hard your gonna beg me everyday for some of my thick cock! Its gonna hurt at first , but then your gonna crave for the feeling of cock in this tight little asshole! I shove two fingers inside your ass then slap it hard and pull your hair back making you arc your neck. I shove my huge cock inside of you.”god damn bitch your so tight!” I slide antalya otele gelen escort all 10 inches in your ass making you scream and tear up. I cover your mouth and say , “talk dirty to me bitch. Tell me how much you love it, crave it, and describe how it feels. Call me daddy, master, everything you can think of.”

oh, and text me. Im in oregon at (number redacted)

***

(switches to text messaging)

Hey daddy, it’s your cum slut from Literotica ;D

***

Mmm. Good. Continue the scene. Your turn. Here’s a pic of my cock that will be fucking you.

***

Your rough hand over my mouth muffles my grunts of pain as you grab my shoulders and your cock bucks and thrusts and breaks through my assring, and you keep sliding and jamming your shaft until you’re buried balls deep in me and i’m crying from the pain and the betrayal, you said you’d be gentle, you fucking lied goddammit, and i try to say please stop but your hand muffles my protest, and i’m helpless, pinned face down on the bed while you slowly slide almost out of my burning hole then push and thrust and grunt as you fuck my tight ass with a second thrust all the way back in, deep dicking me with all hard ten inches and i feel like i’m gonna split open moaning into your hand to please stop daddy no i can’t take it

***

“Shut up bitch! You love my cock admit it! now be a good slut and lube my cock with your mouth and deepthroat it balls deep so i can fuck your ass good”

***

You take your hand off my mouth and slap my ass. I gasp for breath. “No, master, that’s too dirty. Please no. Don’t do that. You can lube me up and fuck me like the whore I am, and I’ll be a good little slut and wiggle my ass for you and make it feel sooo good. Just fuck me hard, shove that dick in and out, and I’ll take it deep daddy.”

Your dickhead is poised just inside my throbbing hole, and in desperation i reach behind me and grab your hard buttocks and try to shove you back inside, anything but taking your dirty nasty cock in my mouth … “Please fuck my little tight pussy, daddy. Please.”

***

“Mmm for now. But after you love this cock in your ass your gonna taste it. Whether you like it or not, slut! Your gonna be my little dirty slut and service your master with whatever he wants!”

I begin to thrust all of me in and out your ass. I spread your ass cheeks and look at my super thick cock stretching your tight ass hole. “Mmm, fuck, what a good little whore.”

***

I reach forward and grab the head of the bed and start squirming and crawling forward, taking you by surprise as your dick pops out of my ass. I feel a cool rush of air on my suddenly exposed hole. I lay almost flat on my belly, propped up a bit on my elbows, and spread my legs wide apart and you a smouldering look over my shoulder as i reach back with one hand, slowly pulling a open to expose my throbbing burning hole even more.

“Now, daddy. I’m ready. Fuck me as hard as you want. Pull my hair, shove your cock all the way inside. Give me your cum, daddy. Shoot your load deep in my ass.”

I grab the head of the bed to brace myself for your thrusts, still watching your hard gleaming dark eyes as you crawl between my legs and grab my hair and yank it and slide your cock between my cheeks and then the rubbery tip is at hole and the pressure starts building as you lean your weight into it. I bend my legs at my knees, putting my feet in the air for easier access and lifting my hips up, fucking myself with your thrusting cock as it pops inside and you let go of my hip and grab one of my proferred feet in the air and use it for leverage as you start to fuck the hell out of me, slamming your dick inside my hole as I clench and release the ring for your pleasure and thrust my hips up to meet your cock ramming down inside me, your hips slapping against my ass and the slick shaft making that “fck fck fck” sound as it wetly pistons back and forth into my bucking, receptive ass…

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Another note: Oh! My! God! Have you guys read some of the public comments I got on the last chapter. Wow! You guys are so awesome. I think some of those comments were better written than my story. Thank you so much. Keep up the good work and I’ll keep up the writing. Deal? I just wish I could personally respond to all the anonymous people giving me feedback. I know some of you anonymous people are regularly sending feedback. Like Anonymous in Australia, Anonymous in USA, Anonymous in Canada, Anonymous in France, and just plain Anonymous. So, please consider this a personal thank you.

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Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one. Sorry it’s late in coming. Had a lot of trouble with it. I’m still self-conscious about it. But, I do love the ending. Should make you all smile. I hope.

Chapter 10

Liam had just pulled the car off to the side of the road when two police cruiser’s pulled up in front of his parent’s house.

“Mitch, are you still there?” He asked into the phone.

“Yeah, I’m still here. Everything okay?” Mitch asked.

“The police are here. What should I do?” Liam asked.

“Just stay where you are. I’m almost there. I’ll go ahead and let you hang up now and I’ll come get you as soon as I get there.” Mitch said.

“Okay.” Liam said, hanging up the phone.

Liam watched as two more cruiser’s pulled up. The officers gathered together, and he watched as they had an animated discussion, and then started working their way towards the house, guns drawn. Liam didn’t have a clear view of the house, so he couldn’t see what was going on beyond the sidewalk.

“Uncle Liam, what’s happening? I’m scared.” Chris’s voice coming from the back seat startled Liam out of his vigilance.

“Oh, Chris, I thought you had gone back to sleep. Why don’t you climb into the front seat with me? You don’t have to be scared. Everything’s going to be fine.” Liam said.

Chris, happy to have the security of his uncle close by, readily climbed into the front seat.

“How come we are sitting out here in the car?” He asked.

Liam had just opened his mouth to respond, when, thankfully, he was saved from answering by Mitch’s knock on the car window.

“Chris, listen, we’ll talk in a little bit, okay? I need to talk to Mitch right now. I’ll just be right outside the car, okay?” Liam said.

After getting Chris’s nod of approval, Liam stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him. Turning his attention to Mitch, Liam frantically started in with a slew of questions. “Are they inside? Did they find my parents? Are they okay?”

“I don’t know yet, Liam. They are still trying to secure the place. I’ve got my radio and they are going to call me as soon as the house…” Mitch started patiently answering, but was interrupted by his radio. “Uh, just a second Liam, I’ll be right back with you.” Mitch said, walking away from Liam.

Liam could hear him talking on the radio, but couldn’t make out enough to piece together anything substantial. Liam glanced back into the car to see Chris watching both him and Mitch. He smiled reassuringly at Chris and then turned his attention back to Mitch, who was walking back towards Liam.

“Good news, we found your parents and they appear to be fine. Scared, but fine.” Mitch said. “The house is secure, so why don’t you get the kids and you can go see your parents.” Mitch finished.

“Oh, god, that’s… god…” Liam started, then stopped, his relief palpable. He really didn’t know how to express his relief or his gratitude without breaking down. He rubbed his palms over his eyes, trying to force back the tears. Once he felt he had them under control, he continued. “Thank you, Mitch.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, let’s just go see your mom and dad. I’m sure they are pretty worried about you and the kids too.”

“Yeah, okay.” Liam said, nodding vigorously while turning to get the kids.

Liam started out walking towards the house, Cassie on his hip and Chris tagging along and holding his hand. Getting impatient, he slowly started speeding up until Chris was struggling to keep up.

“Come on, Chris.” He said, bending down and hefting Chris into his arms as well, and then rushing down the street.

Liam found his parents sitting on the couch in the living room, talking to the police. They both looked up simultaneously to see him and the kids in the entry way.

“Oh, god, Liam.” His mom exclaimed, as both his parents practically leapt from the couch.

Liam met them half way, his mom and dad enveloping him and the kids in their arms.

“We were so worried about you.” His mom said, while she was frantically kissing both Liam and the kids. Everyone bursa escort had tears streaming down their faces, even Cassie, who had now woken up and, Liam was pretty sure, had no idea what was going on.

“Mom, Dad, I was so scared, I thought… I was… I… God, I was so scared I’d lost you guys too.” Liam said, as he was hugging his mom and dad back. Poor Chris and Cassie were sandwiched tightly between them.

“Mr. and Mrs. Strickland, I’m really sorry to interrupt, but the paramedics are here to check Mr. Strickland over and we really need to finish getting your statement.” One of the detectives interrupted.

Liam’s stepped back from his parents and his eyes automatically shot up to his dad. “Dad, are you okay?” He asked, fear gripping him again.

“Yeah, Liam, I’m fine. Your mom insisted I get checked out, but don’t worry, I feel fine. My blood pressure might be a little high, but I’m pretty sure I’m fine.” He said, and then turned to the paramedics.

“Okay, let’s get this over with.” He said, as he followed them over to the couch, Rebecca following close behind.

Liam hovered close by with the kids, wanting to make sure his dad was okay. Once the paramedics gave him a clean bill of health, Liam left them to finish their statement, while he took the kids into his room to put them to bed.

Once in the room, Chris started asking questions, wanting to know what had happened. Liam finally settled for telling him a watered down version of the truth. “A couple of bad men came into the house and started breaking things. But your grandma and grandpa are okay and that’s what’s important. The police are here so they can try to find the bad men.” Liam said. He hoped that it would be enough information to keep Chris happy. He could practically see the questions swirling around in Chris’s head, but he kept silent.

“Now, you and Cassie need to go to sleep. It’s way past your bedtime.” Liam said.

“Okay.” They both said in unison. Cassie’s eyes were already getting heavy. Liam stayed with them for a little longer, just to make sure they settled down.

Back in the living room, he found his parents still talking to the detective. Mitch was just outside the house talking to another officer. When he saw Liam, he motioned him over.

“The kids asleep?” He asked.

“Yeah, Chris was a little worried. He was asking a lot of questions and I’m not sure how to answer them, but I did the best I could. He’s scared and just wants to know what’s going on. I think Cassie’s just feeding off of our emotions right now and going with the flow, but is scared too.” Liam said.

“They’ve been through a lot these past couple of weeks. They are really lucky to have you.” Mitch said.

“Thanks.” Liam said, and then proceeded to question Mitch about what he knew.

“First, Liam, let me tell you that they were looking for the kids. They specifically came here looking for the kids.” Mitch said.

Liam’s heart skipped a beat for the second time that night. “The kids?” He was confused. Why were these people after the kids? It just didn’t make any sense.

“Yes, the kids. According to what your parents have told us, they were relaxing and watching television at about eight o’clock tonight, when the doorbell rang. When your mom answered the door, two armed men forced their way in. Both men were wearing all black from head to toe. They had gloves and ski masks on.” Mitch said, pausing for a few seconds to let what he said sink in.

“One of the men grabbed your mother, threatening to shoot them both if they caused any trouble. While your mom and dad sat on the couch at gun point, the second man headed down the hall to the bedrooms, searching for the kids.” He paused again.

“When they realized the kids weren’t here, they started arguing about what to do. They apparently discussed several options. In the end, they tied up, gagged and blindfolded your parents and then closed them up in the bedroom closet. They then proceeded to trash the place, we’re not sure why, except that they were probably angry.”

“Your parents told us that they had heard the phone ring on two separate occasions during this time. We think, in the end, that’s what probably scared them off. They had disabled the fire alarms and there is evidence that they had attempted to start a fire in a couple of locations.”

“It turns out that one of the neighbors was out walking their dog and heard the raucaus the men were making. The neighbor was concerned and called the house, twice. When he didn’t get an answer, he got even more concerned. He debated back and forth for a few minutes, before finally calling the police. The call came in shortly before your call to me. We already had one cruiser en route when you called me.” Mitch finally finished.

“So, it was the same people that started the fire at my sister’s?” Liam asked.

“It would seem so. The M.O. appears to be identical.” Mitch said.

“Shit, Mitch, what am I bursa elit escort supposed to do. How am I supposed to keep Chris and Cassie safe?” Liam asked.

“Well, first, lets not panic. We are going to do everything in our power to make sure you and your family stay safe. Secondly, we’ve still got a lot of work to do here. We’ve got to finish going over the house for evidence. We’ve also got to finish questioning your parents. I’ve got several officers going through the neighborhood to question the neighbors. Maybe one of your neighbors saw something suspicious. Plus, I’ve got a few questions for you too.” Mitch said.

“For me? What would I possibly be able to tell you that would help?” Liam asked.

“Well, you’ve only been at your parents for one night so far. Is that correct?

“Yeah, we came over last night. Why?”

“Well, who knew that you were staying here? Who ever is after the kids knew you were here. That the kids were here.” Mitch said.

“Shit, you’re right. Well, unless they had just followed me from the loft.” Liam suggested.

“Yeah, you could be right, but I’m thinking that if they followed you from the loft, then they would have been watching you and would have seen you leave with the kids earlier this evening.” Mitch responded.

“Well, I guess there were maybe only a handful of people who knew. Jack obviously knew and then Rick and Stacey knew. Liam said, thinking back over the last couple of days and who he might have told. “Oh, and Robert, crap, Robert knew. Robert Townsend is… was, one of Adam’s law partners.” Liam said.

“Bingo.” Mitch said, triumphantly. “We’ve just got our first good lead.”

“So, what happens now?” Liam asked.

“Well, we’ll have a couple of detectives go question Robert and see where that leads. We’ll also start looking into their partnership to see if we can find some kind of motive. We’ve actually spoken to Robert a few times during the course of the investigation. He’s been very helpful in providing access to client files and answering questions regarding Adam’s cases. In the meantime, we’ll need to find someplace else for you and the kids to stay. You obviously can’t stay here. I worry that once we start questioning the right people, they might just get a little more aggressive and we don’t want your parents in the middle of it again.” He said, pausing for a moment to let all he’d said sink in before he continued.

“I’m going to go make some phone calls and see if I can get a place lined up tonight.” He said, glancing at his watch momentarily and then correcting himself. “Or today rather. The police are still going to be in and out for the next several hours, so I’ll see if we can’t get something lined up and get you and the kids settled in before we wrap this up.” He said.

“Now, I think we’re done questioning your parents. Do they have someplace they can stay tonight, a friend they can call? I imagine they wouldn’t want to stay here. Besides, like I said, the police are going to be in and out all morning.” Mitch said.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea. I can call my mom’s friend, Laura.” Liam said, before he went to find his parents.

After talking with his parents for a little bit, Liam called Laura to make arrangements for his mom and dad to stay with her for a couple of days. She had the room and she was actually happy to have the company. Liam helped them get a few things packed, said his goodbyes and then watched as they left. Mitch had a police officer follow them to make sure they made it okay.

Once they were gone, Liam turned his attention to his surroundings. The number of officers and detectives had dwindled considerably over the last couple of hours and daylight was just starting to stream through the windows. He caught the scent of freshly brewed coffee permeating from the kitchen.

“Coffee would definitely hit the spot right about now.” He thought to himself as he headed straight for the kitchen.

Thankfully, the kitchen had been left untouched. They had mostly focused their anger on the living room and Frank and Rebecca’s bedroom.

When Liam entered the kitchen, he found Mitch standing at the sink, talking on his cell phone and another detective sitting at the kitchen table. He walked over, grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee. Taking a large drink, he let out a huge sigh of satisfaction from that first drink.

“Well, I’ve finally got it all worked out.” Mitch said, as he disconnected his phone call. “Rick has agreed to have you and the kids stay with him.”

Liam’s eyes snapped up from his cup of coffee to look Mitch in the eye. “Rick! No, I don’t want to drag Rick into the middle of this. No, that’s not a good idea.” Liam said, emphatically shaking his head.

“Liam, it’s our best option. No one would have any idea that you are staying there, he’s got more than enough room to accommodate all of you, his place is on the outskirts of town and there altıparmak escort are only two roads in and out. We’ll have a couple of officer’s posted out front twenty-four seven, so you and the kids have nothing to worry about.” Mitch said.

“Mitch, I don’t like it. I’ve already put my parents in danger. We’re just lucky that things turned out the way they did. I don’t want to put anyone else at risk.” Liam said.

“It’s our best option. Rick really doesn’t mind and besides, with his work schedule, he won’t be home after Sunday anyway.” Mitch countered.

“Shit… Mitch, fine, but I don’t like it. I just want this all to end.” Liam said.

“I know and we’re working on it. Don’t worry, we’ll keep you and the kids safe.” Mitch said, while placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Oh and I think it would be best to keep the kids home from school next week. I want you and the kids to lie low for a few days while we work on this lead.” Mitch finished.

“Great, the kids won’t like that. Oh, well, I’ll go get what few things we have here together and get the kids up.” Liam said, as he finished the last of his coffee.

To Liam’s surprise, the kids were really excited about going out to Rick’s place for a few days. They liked the idea of seeing Rick and the dog again, not to mention the swimming pool and all the games Rick had for his game system. Chris didn’t like the idea of missing more school though, and he got really scared that he wouldn’t be able to go to the birthday party next Friday, but Liam assured him that he would still be able to go.

When they arrived at Rick’s, he and the dog were already outside waiting for them.

“Rick, thanks so much for letting us stay here. I hope it’s not too much trouble for you.” Liam said, as he proceeded to get Cassie out of her car seat while Rick automatically went to help Chris.

“Hey, it’s not a problem. Besides, it will be nice to have some company around here. I get Stacey’s kids once in a while, but usually, it’s just me.” He said, before he greeted Chris.

“Ciao piccolo. I’m so glad to have you here.” Rick said, picking Chris up and easily tossing him on his shoulder.

“Look Uncle Liam, I’m taller than you.” Chris said, excitedly, as a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

“Yep, you sure are.” Liam said, as he picked up Cassie.

“Where’s your stuff?” Rick asked.

“It’s in the trunk. There isn’t much right now. I still need to head back over to the loft and get some more of our things. When I left, we only had a chance to grab a few things. I’ll go back over on Monday, while Jack is at work, and pick up some more of our stuff.” Liam said, as he popped the trunk.

Rick grabbed Chris’s backpack while Liam grabbed his duffle.

“Well come on in and I’ll give you another quick tour. I have a room that’s set up for Stacy’s kids when they stay over. I figure the kids can have that room. There are toys in there and even some clothes that would probably fit them too, if they need them.” Rick said, as he escorted them to the bedroom.

The bedroom was fairly large and contained two twin beds, a large dresser, a bookshelf, a large toy box, and a small kid’s table. The book shelf was stocked with books and puzzles and other miscellaneous toys. The table was actually a Lego table and on it, there was, what looked like a space station being erected.

“I have another guest bedroom that you can stay in. It’s nothing fancy, but the bed is comfortable enough. Come on, I’ll show you where it is.” He said, motioning Liam to follow him.

“Chris, Cassie, you guys coming, or are you staying here?” Liam asked. Both Chris and Cassie had already found something to interest them. Cassie had found the puzzles and Chris was in awe of the Lego set.

“Wow, Rick, this is cool. Can I play with this?” Chris asked.

“Oh, yeah Chris, you and Cassie can play with anything in this room. Consider it your room while you are here.” He said.

“Cool.” Was Chris’s only response.

“Well, I guess they’re fine.” Liam said, as he followed Rick out the door and down the hall.

“There are three rooms right next to each other. My room is the first door we passed. The kid’s room was the second and the third is the room you’ll be staying in. The bathroom is directly across from your room.” Rick said, as he opened the door to the room, Liam following close behind.

“The closet is mostly empty and the dresser is completely empty. Feel free to put your things away and make yourself at home.” Rick said.

“Thank you.” Liam said, as he dropped is duffel on the bed.

“You should have everything you need in the bathroom. Extra towels are in the linen closet just outside your door at the end of the hall, top shelf. Have you guys had lunch yet? Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten and was just getting ready to fix some soup and sandwiches.” Rick offered.

“No, we haven’t eaten yet. I’d imagine the kids are getting pretty hungry by now. We didn’t really get a chance to eat breakfast.” Liam said.

“Well, I’ll get lunch started. You go ahead and settle in. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” Rick said, as he left Liam.

Liam sat down on the bed and let out a huge sigh. Sitting forward slightly, he propped his elbows up on his knees and rested his face in the palms of his hands.

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This is based on true events. You may have seen an abridged version somewhere else on internet. If you’d like to hear how this develops, let me know and I’ll publish more.

*****

I’ve never actually mentioned this to anyone before, but was curious whether anyone had a similar experience.

Sorry I don’t have time to write it out more eloquently.

In case you can’t tell from my username, I’m Italian. I have the huge stereotypical family, but (unusually) I only have two first cousins – Tommaso, a year older than me, and Davide a year younger. As is probably quite common, all three of us grew up vying for the attention of my grandfather, who was essentially Don Corleone. Davide quit this game by the time we were about 5, but Tom and I were basically locked in a lifelong battle (figuratively and, occasionally literally) that started even before that age.

At first, Tom was always the more sporty one, and would bring home trophies and certificates all the time (much to my annoyance). I was always the more intellectual of the two and quite chubby at that age, two traits which our grandfather valued far more, and it was almost as if he knew that he was sowing seeds of jealousy and resentment when on one day I was the favourite, and the next day it was Tom.

The first time I remember this rivalry being vocalised was around age 8, and Tom and I were forced to share a bath together (I think my beleaguered grandmother thought we were puppies or something). One moment we’d be playing, next thing I know Tom is poking at my flab and making fun. Doing so much sport, he already had crazy abs going on. I remember his ‘what are you going to do about it’ look.

I sunk neck deep under the water and kicked him straight in the balls. I remember the flash of pain and shock on his face and we both started kicking at each other wildly until our grandmother came back in, threw down a large beach towel and told us to dry off. As soon as she left the room, I got straight out of the tub and into the towel . Tom was right behind. He tackled me to the ground and tried to yank the towel away, but i wouldn’t let go.

Like two stupid wolf pups we tugged at the towel, dripping all over the place, until eventually it got thrown to the side and we smacked into each other, on the ground, Tom punching with both arms into my flab, me squeezing him around his waist in a bearhug while pulling his hair. The encounter ended with us knocking over a vase and my grandmother running in, shocked.

We didn’t talk about this weird moment again, though competition continued to feature in our daily lives as usual, and occasionally a game would flare up into a light scrap. We would often arm wrestle, which at first I lost but that soon changed. Neither of us admitted it but we both did weights every night to try and get an edge in the arm wrestle – the result was that we both had disproportionately escort bursa large biceps by 15.

As we hit puberty, our bodies both changed – I slimmed out and basically became as you see in my profile. He got a little more stacked. By the time we were 16, we were the same height and weight – 6ft and 75kg and looked pretty much identical. Dark, olive skin – typical Italian boys, basically.

The competition didn’t boil over again in a major way until we were on holiday as a family – every summer we would drive from the UK to Italy, and my cousin and I always had to share a bed en route. The journey would start amicably enough, but a couple of weeks in a confined space with teenage hormones raging is too much for even the best of friends. And on this trip, around age 18 (Tom 19), we certainly weren’t the best of friends.

Tom had just started dating a girl that he knew I really liked. We’d been texting for ages, but he’d got off with her at a party and I’d heard from friends that they’d slept together. He knew that I knew, but it didn’t come to a head until one night, two weeks into the trip, when we were sharing a bed in Ancona. It was seriously hot, about 30 degrees at night, and lying right next to each other was creating even more heat, even in just boxer shorts.

I was feeling seriously pissed off, and decided now was as good a time as any to start some shit. I had to whisper as our families were asleep in the next room.

“Can’t find your own fucking girlfriend?” I whispered in Italian.

There was silence for a moment but i knew he was awake.

“…I guess she preferred a real Marrone [our family name]. Anyway, she’s with me now, nothing you can do about it!” he said testily.

Frustratingly, he was right. I couldn’t start something here, our parents would wake up and open a can of Catholic whoop-ass. But this was too much. I was a ball of testosterone boiling over. I pulled back my arm under the sheets and landed a thwacking punch on Tom’s bicep.

“What the fuck?” he said, but by the glint in his eye I knew he wanted to punch me back.

“Let’s see who’s the real Marrone then,” he challenged. “Who’s stronger?”

And so, silently and tentatively we locked into a sweaty bearhug under the sheets. Our legs got tied up and our foreheads were pressed together, nose-to-nose. In the moonlight I could see his look of hatred and his winces of pain as I tightened my grip. I had been lifting weights secretly and was proud of my bulging biceps, just as big (if not bigger) than Tom’s.

This was more intense than the usual cousin scrap and we were whispering creative obscenities to each other, the bed creaking as we rolled over.

“If you like her so much, you can buy a ticket to watch us fuck!” he spat.

I growled and squeezed harder. “I’ve already fucked her, asshole!” bursa eve gelen escort Unlike our previous fights, the thrill inside began to manifest physically. I could feel a tenting in the boxers. I wasn’t sure if Tom noticed, but his cock was pressing into mine as well. I panicked a little, and released the bearhug. Gasping, we rolled away from each other onto opposite sides of the bed.

“Pussy!” he smirked through relief. We both knew that our parents would be going to visit relatives in the afternoon tomorrow, and there’d be time to settle the score then.

We ate a huge breakfast and spent the day on the beach as usual – and then the time came. Our parents drove off mid-afternoon and we went back to the small room. In the backseat of the car, we had already begun a test of strength with our legs in the footwell, pushing against eachother.

As I put the key in the hotel room door, Tom was millimetres behind me. He slapped my ass testily.

“Hurry up, pussy.”

We went in, I slammed the door, and without another word he slapped off my cap and we started to go at it full pelt in our swim shorts. I remember that we were both lean and taut, with the same diamond patch of chest hair. Remarkable really that we weren’t brothers. It was more of a fistfight at first, like wildcats we just laid into each other with the most speed and force we could, unleashing a decade of pent up aggression.

We slammed fists and knees into each other in bursts, and when we stopped we laughed a bit to try and keep the veneer that this was somehow just another casual scrap, but as soon as we locked up the mood was silent and serious. When we finally took it to the ground, it didn’t slow up. There was punching, biting, hair pulling.

We were completely equally matched so resorted to other tactics. Tom slammed me down on my back, and started to choke me with one hand, placing the other over my mouth. I grabbed his throat in return from below, and he spat on my face. I slugged him hard and he released his grip. We both stood up at exactly the same moment and locked into a bearhug. It was so sweaty that it was easy to slip behind and apply what I now know is called a rear naked choke. I jumped on his back and scissored him, and we fell backwards onto the bed.

He clawed at my face and yanked my hair from behind, and after about half a minute he managed to roll us onto the floor and get out of it. Again he was straddling me, and now banging my head against the floor.

“You fight like Trish Stratus!” I yelled. I kneed him in the back and he flew forwards, so he was basically schoolboy pinning me, his swimshorts in my face. He pushed his semi-hard cock into my face, and disgusted, I headbutted him in the balls, and he fell back in pain.

We both took a minute to recover, panting bursa escort on the floor. It got slower after that. I pulled him up by the hair and we stood facing each other. Our bodies had become more defined from the exertion of fighting. I hardly noticed that we both had massive boners pointing straight ahead. Looking Tom in the eye, I slapped his tented shorts, and he did the same to me. The feeling just made me want to beat him more. We stepped forward until we were toe to toe and our shorts were pressing together. I could feel it beating. I didn’t think of this as sexual, just that this was the cock that had potentially been inside the girl I wanted.

I planted two light testy punches on his pecs, and he did the same to me. We assumed a ‘mercy’ test of strength, which neither could win. Eventually we broke and he pushed me onto the bed. He fell on top of me, and on the point of exhaustion we exchanged a few more holds, constantly cock to cock.

It was almost sunset, and totally spent we rolled off each other and lay side by side on the bed. I was still rock hard.

“Good fight,” Tom said, wiping sweat from his face.

I was too out of breath to speak. We just lay there for a while, and then Tom flicked on the TV. It was the Miss Italia contest – which is essentially Miss World but with more nudity. A horny teenager’s dream. We watched for a bit, and then I noticed that Tom was stroking his shorts. I tentatively started doing the same.

As they got to the wet t-shirt contest, we decided fuck it, lost the swim shorts and just went into full whack-off mode. I wasn’t really surprised to see that we were both very similarly endowed, with the same forest of black hair. Tom put his arm around my shoulder, and I did the same to him, and we started furiously jerking off. This went on for about 15 minutes, and I was getting seriously close. As we lay next to each other our legs were pressed together, and we locked them up, melding into one person. In a weird way, I knew that this was the start of another form of combat between us.

Then suddenly, just as my back was starting to arch, he batted my hand away and gripped my shaft tightly, and began wanking me at double speed.

“Now let’s see you become my bitch!” he moaned triumphantly.

I was horrified. I grabbed his cock in turn and yanked it as fast as I possibly could with my left hand. Suddenly it became an endurance test, but it didn’t last long. My toes curling, eyes tightly closed, some strange compulsion just made me jump on top of him and smash our cocks together in the last few seconds. He grabbed my ass and pushed us closer together, and we both held our breath. A few seconds later, I kid you not, we both spewed a river of cum at almost exactly the same time, covering Tom’s abs.

We immediately became quite sheepish and laughed nervously as we quickly got up and jumped into the shower to get rid of the evidence.

After that we went down to dinner with our parents, and didn’t talk about what happened again – until very recently when something else occurred that triggered all these memories.

I realise this is particularly extreme, but wondered if anyone had a similar rivalry, and what your relationship was like now?

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Tommy pulled up his pants and tucked in his cock. He looked at me , shook his head and looked at Jake. “Where’d you find this one, man”, nodding at me. “Fucking incredible. A natural. Best blowjob I ever had man. Seriously.”

Tommy spoke to Jake as if I wasn’t there or as if Jake had let him borrow a nice car or some other object.

Tommy looked at me, scoffed and shook his head, and started out the door pausing only to say “Later Jake. Later…cocksucker.”

I got up and grabbed a towel from Jake’s bathroom. In the mirror, I saw what Tommy had seen. My eyes were red and there were remnants of their cum in my hair, on my chest, and all over my face. I cleaned myself up as best as I could and looked at Jake, sitting on the edge of his bed, not far from where he had fucked my face.

He was looking at his new video and smiling.

“Jake?…Jake, You know I can’t have that video out in public.”

Jake hit the screen, pausing the fresh porno, and looked up at me.

“Yeah…” He said. “About that…”, and Jake smirked. “You seem to agree to a lot when you see this baby…” And he grabbed his long dick and flopped it at me. “But then, when you go away, you get all…forgetful.”

Jake mocked in a whiny falsetto, “Jake, about our agreement…I don’t know if I can suck your cock anymore even though I agreed to. I don’t know if I can swallow your fucking cum anymore.”

Jake continued his mocking, pursing his lips and tilting his head left and right, “I can’t be sucking your friends’ cocks, either you know…even though that was our agreement.”

Jake held up his phone and tapped it. On the screen Tommy stopped fucking my mouth and was jacking huge cumshots on my face. It was actually pretty hot.

“I may need this in case you decide to welsh on our arrangement.”

Jesus, do we need to have this battle again? I couldn’t have that video on the web; that would be a disaster. My face was clearly visible. Tommy’s fat cock had shot a porno-worthy amount of cum on it.

I thought briefly about telling him that he had sucked me too – that he had swallowed my cum too. But I didn’t that would get me anywhere. Plus, the video was only of me getting facefucked and worshiping cock. Jake wasn’t even in it.

I held my hand out and said, “Jake. Give me the video.”

Jake’s face formed that fake smile he did when he was not pleased. He started to speak. I looked him in the eyes and held up my other hand, stopping him. “I know what you want, Jake.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him and looked him in the eyes. “I will be you cocksucker. I will suck you and swallow your cum.” I lowered my eyes and added, “I will suck your friends too and eat their cum.”

I looked up at him

Jake smiled coldly and held the phone up, just out of my reach. “Wow, man. That was pretty good.” He thought for a moment. “Kay…okay…I believe you. But, ummm, let’s just put it to the test, huh? I’ll call up a few guys I know. – Yeah. I’ll call up my poker buddies and you can suck them.”

I looked up at him. What? Now?

“Jake, listen, man. I’ll suck you – You, now…” and I glanced at his beautiful cock right in front of me. I would love to suck that fleshy tube again, I thought. “But, seriously, man. I have to get home. Marcie is waiting for me. I do have a life outside of your cock.”

Jake shook his head, “See – I knew it – knew you’d fuckin wel-“

“No, Jake.” I interrupted him. “I’m not welshing, man. Let’s just plan it though. That’s all.” Jake looked unconvinced.

I explained. “Let’s plan it, man. Me sucking your friends – your poker friends, right?. They…They can’t all be open to having a dude suck them, right? I mean, what if they’re afraid of – y’know… what if they don’t like a some gay – I mean – some guy blowing them.”

Jake was thinking. I grabbed his soft cock and couldn’t help closing my eyes and taking in a breath. His cock was so warm and soft. And long. I squeezed his flaccid shaft and started stroking him. It felt so sexy.

“We have to make this work, right? You guys don’t just play strip poker, do ya? You play for cash.”

Jake was slowly nodding. I was starting to feel the blood pulse in his penis. “Right…”, agreed Jake.

“How do we make it so they all want you to suck them? They’re not queer” Jake was thinking now. “”Maybe Mark – he might be queer.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. But I had his attention and wasn’t going to lose the moment. I started sucking his cock head in my mouth.

“Ohhhhh, yeah… How do I make them want this.” Jake bit his lip and looked at me. He put a hand on my head, guiding me. “You suck so – Ohhhh shit – you suck so good.”

I started taking him deep in my throat. I fondled his balls.

“Fuck yeah! We will have them begging for this shit. So fucking good.”And Jake thrust his hips against me, holding my head. He put both hands on my head and started fucking my face. Jake’s cock slid in and out of my mouth. My spit started running down my chin.

“I got it, man. I know bursa escort bayan how -oh god! Yes!. Those fuckers will do it man. They’ll – Ohhh- they’ll fuck your mouth like this! Those straight fuckers will cum in your mouth. You’ll get straight fuckin cum on you face! You’ll fucking swallow their straight fucking cummmmm!” And with that, Jake held my head to his crotch and came in my throat. I felt his cock pulse against my tongue with every spurt.

Finally, Jake released me and I gasped for air as his cock slid out of my mouth. My face was a mess again with tears streaming down my cheeks and spit hanging from my chin.

I had a raging hard on but ignored it as I reached for the towel I used before and wiped myself.

Jake tossed me his phone as he lay back on his bed. “9999” He said, giving me his password.

I transferred the video over to my phone and put both phones down. I went to his living room, found my clothes and drank down the warm beer he’d opened for me earlier.

Jake and I then figured out a loose plan and set a date for the poker game.

The two weeks went by relatively quickly. I told my wife the truth – kinda – about going out. I told her that I was going to play poker at Jake’s. That I’d be drinking. And that I’d be home late. I left out my plans to suck all of their cocks…

Marcie and I were happily married with a nice but, for me, unfulfilling sex life. She was a devout Baptist and pretty straight-laced. We’d met when I had gone to school in her home state of Alabama. Roll tide! She was in good shape since she exercised regularly. Marcie’d never been able to have kids and maybe this helped her keep her figure. She had always had large breasts and round hips but she’d never been called fat. She still turned me on and we had sex a couple times a month. We’d fallen into a routine, though, and I suspect she felt that too. Marcie was a good wife to me. I felt bad about deceiving her. She wouldn’t understand my newfound passion for cocksucking though. I couldn’t imagine telling her or having her find out.

After fifteen years of marriage, going out occasionally with the guys was something I did less and less often. To her credit, Marcie was actually happy to see me make a change. “I’m glad you’re starting to hang out with some men (she said “may-en”) again. You were getting to be a homebody. Maybe you could have them come over here for poker night next time (She said “nayxt tahm”).

“Ahm a good hostess, y’know.”, She said off hand in her perky southern manner as she loaded the dishwasher. “Ahd make shur y’all were well fed (she pronounced it “fay-ed) and entertained while you played.”

“D’ya want me to make y’all something to eat for tonight?” she asked thoughtfully.

I smiled and kissed her. “Thanks, babe but Jake always has plenty for me…”, I said grinning at my own pun. “…they’ll be a bunch of us guys there tonight. I’ll have plenty to eat…and drink, I’m sure.”

According to our plan, I’d get to Jake’s after he and his buddies were already there. Our plan was that he would tell them that I wasn’t very good at poker, hadn’t played often, and that he’d let me come because I’d be easy money. I didn’t want anyone to think I’d willingly suck them. Our plan allowed me to be forced into it. The plan allowed me to pretend to drink too. We settled on me drinking from a doctored bottle of “vodka”. I wanted to refrain from drinking alcohol because neither of us wanted to have me throw up from the alcohol (or from gagging on cocks) but nor did we want the guys suspicious about me staying sober while they drank.

When I got to Jake’s that evening, I was the last to arrive. Jake and his buddies were already four or five beers into it. Jake introduced me as “The friend from work I was telling you about.” and handed me a “drink” instead of a beer. I caught the guys all offer each other furtive glances. They didn’t seem to look at me strangely so I think he followed that part of the plan and the guys were only seeing a patsy – easy money. I was glad Jake really put in very little vodka in my “vodka”. I had also made a point not to eat that afternoon. I wanted my stomach empty.

There were four guys around the table, not counting Jake. They had been drinking and playing for the past hour. The four of them introduced themselves without getting up – they were in the middle of a hand. Tommy, obviously, I knew.

Tommy said “Hey, man, we’ve met right? Your face looks familiar. I must have come across it at some point here at Jake’s, right.” Tommy smirked.

What a dick. I didn’t know what to say but the next guys interrupted Tommy – not really paying attention to his words, and introduced themselves.

Darren was about my age, balding, and kind of short and pudgy. He’d known Jake for years he said. “Call me ‘Little D’ – everyone does.”, he said.

Jake added “Not everyone – just the women!” and everyone laughed.

Steve was black – very black in pigmentation, and he was tall and in-shape like Jake. His head inegöl escort was clean shaven and he had a very deep voice. I would guess he was older than Jake but younger than me. Apparently, he and Jake were gym buddies and worked out together.

Mark had the high and tight cut of an ex-military man. He looked to be around Jake’s age and was chubbier than Jake. He had the air of a prick about him.

“Alright – enough with the chitchat. Who gives a fuck who ya are. We just want to take your money, right guys?” Mark laughed at his clever comment. The others laughed politely.

“You gonna stare at us or you gonna play there pretty boy?” Mark quipped.

I looked at Jake. He rolled his eyes and mouthed “Asshole” silently.

“Pull up a chair man, and I’ll deal you in.” Jake offered.

I threw down my $60 and sat down. For the next hour I played and lost my money exactly according to plan. I’d get it back later if Jake won. The guys played and drank and they all, to one extent or another, became drunk. I pretended to do the same. I bought-in again with another $60 and got to work losing that too. And the guys drank. Everyone teased each other as groups of guys do in these games.

Finally, Jake gave me the signal. He had a good hand that worked perfectly for our plan. Jake said “Make your fuckin bet man, we ain’t got all night…and you barely have any chips… again.” Everyone had folded and it was just Jake and me.

The guys chuckled.

Being my best bold drunk I said, “Suck my dick, Jake…”

Right on cue Jake said. “Fine. I’ll take that bet. You win, I’ll suck your dick! You ain’t gonna win though”

The guys all busted up with this.

While they laughed I said “Fuck you. I’m not making any fucking gay bets. Get someone else to suck your tiny little dick…”

“Ooooooooo”, the guys all chimed in. “Jake? You gonna take that shit”

Jake looked at me seriously. “You know, I didn’t make you play shitty. That’s on you. Stop being such a wussy and make your fuckin bet. But ya can’t, can you? Cause you got shit. I knew you didn’t have anything…I just wanted to make sure.”

More laughter.

I looked at Jake and said with the defiance of drunks world over, “Fuck you man. I’ll take your bet. I got – I got the cards. Do you? I raise you one blowjob – just like you want. One tiny-dick beejay. Throw in $50 bucks to see that, motherfucker!”

The table got silent.

Someone guffawed – incredulous that this was happening. The guys all looked at one another. Was this shit for real? Did that guy just bet Jake a blowjob?

Jake sat for a moment and looked around at his friends.

Someone said, “You better have the fuckin cards man…” Although I don’t know if they were talking to me or Jake.

Finally, Jake slid in a couple piles of chips.

“Call.” he said tossing his cards. Full house- nines over deuces.

The room was silent. Everyone looked at me expectantly.

After a moment, I lowered my head theatrically, tossed my cards to the center of the table, and yelled “Fuck!”

The guys went wild. They yelled. They insulted me. They insulted Jake. They laughed.

After a while, when the general madness calmed down enough, I heard one last comment.

In his deep voice, Steve said “…and I’ve seen Jake at the gym, man. You gonna have your fuckin mouth full!” and the guys went wild again.

I protested. I put my hands up in front of me. “Come on man – Fuck this! You know this isn’t serious…someone give me $50. I’m good for it.”

Jake spoke and everyone calmed down. “Listen man, a bet’s a fuckin bet. You best be prepared to suck my cock…” The guys looked from Jake to me.

I pleaded, trying to hide in my giddiness – the plan was working perfectly.

“Come on man. You can’t be serious. I’m not fucking gay!” I protested.

Jake replied, “Ain’t none of us gay, dude. You made the bet. You accepted it. Nobody forced you. Don’t even try to welsh…”

The guys all commented on this.

” s’right man – Bet’s a fuckin bet!”

“Don’t fuckin welsh, man. You made the bet- now pay up!”

I looked around. “You guys wouldn’t do it – you wouldn’t – I mean to suck his cock? That’s fuckin gay…”

Mark spoke up. He seemed to be the drunkest. “We wouldna made such a stupid fuckin bet man.” Pointing at everyone with his beer bottle. “We’da never made that fuckin bet – to suck a dick. You’re the dipshit that lost all his fuckin money. You’re the stupid fuck that’s made the fuckin bet – not us, dickhead. But if we did, man…If we made that fuckin bet, we’d sure as shit go suck Jakes’s cock! We ain’t no fuckin welshers, amirite guys?” Mark lifted up his beer awaiting the rousing agreement. Instead, everyone kinda looked uncomfortable. “Ya – ya can’t welsh on a bet, dude. No way.” He continued weakly.

Tommy added, “It’s not gay, man, anyway. It’s not…You’re just paying your debt… We know you’re straight.” to a general chorus of gemlik escort agreement.

Jake stepped in. “Here’s what I’ll do.” And the table quieted down. “Double of nothin. High card wins… You win – you don’t have to suck my cock. You lose…”

I thanked Jake, doing my best to look relieved. “Thanks man! Jake. Thanks! I really-“

“YOU LOSE, though.” Jake spoke over my pretend gratitude. “You lose, you suck all of us…until we cum. All of our dicks. Right here, right now.”

The guys all laughed and high-fived each other. THAT was some funny shit, right there.

It was all I could do to not say ‘Yes’ immediately. I hemmed and hawed…

Jake said “This is a one time offer dude – I could just insist on my beejay…” Jake drank his beer and calmly said, “Going once…”

The guys all looked at Jake and then at me. They drank their beers.

“Going twice…”

They all looked around, none of them able to believe what was happening.

Tommy, apparently in on the game and playing his part, prodded, “Do it man, at least you have a chance not to suck cock… Otherwise you’re gonna hafta suck Jake for sure…”

Steve added, “And Jake’s almost as big as me…”

I thought they guys would laugh at this comment. Instead they remained silent, watching. “Little D” reached under the table and adjusted himself.

Holy shit! I was going to do this! I was going to suck all of these cocks! I would swallow all of their cum and get facials. I’d get to suck Steve’s black cock!. And Tommy’s thick fucking cock. This was happening.

“Fine! Fucking fine… I’ll risk it. Double or nothing…”

Hoots and cheers around the table.

Mark looked around at the rest of the guys. “Wait a minute. This fucker loses, an yourall gonna let him suck your dicks? Seriously? Yourall gonna turn gay?”

Shit, I thought, and I looked around the table. Jake looked at me and quickly hunched his shoulders.

Tommy saved the day. “Fuck yeah, man! I’m not sucking dick – I’m not gay! But if HE wants to …” and Tommy pointed he beer at me. “He can suck me all fuckin day man!”

They all looked at each other. There was loud general agreement. And another round of whoops, hollers, and high fives. Mark appeared swayed He gulped down another beer.

Jake Stood and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled them down and slid out of his briefs; his beautiful semi-erect cock, swaying slightly in front of him.

The room got silent again. Nobody expect him to do this – not yet… “Little D” looked impressed. Even Mark stared at his thick bouncing penis. All of the guys now understood that this was happening. This fuckin guy was going to suck their cocks if he lost.

I swallowed. It probably appeared to the guys that I was nervous. Instead, I was harder than I’d ever been in my life.

Jake stepped in front of me and placed the cards directly over his dick. “Pick your card, cocksucker.”

I licked my lips and drew a card- the nine of hearts.

“Oooooo” came the general murmur from the crowd as they ran their mental calculations. Not a bad card. All eyes turned to Jake.

I pretended not to notice as Jake flipped a card from the bottom of the deck. I’m pretty sure the guys noticed, though. Obviously, none of them commented

The ace of spades flipped down to the table. Everyone stared for a moment. When it was clear that I hadn’t noticed Jake’s cheating, the table erupted with cheers.

I looked up at Jake and he smiled. He stepped even closer, straddling my legs and grabbed his cock. Jake rubbed it hardening head on my lips. I kept my mouth closed. I knew that the moment I opened my mouth, I’d lose control and suck his cock deep.

I heard Tommy yell “The fuck man – put your phone away. Nobody wants this shit getting around.” Tommy was really playing his part, I thought. Little D put his phone down.

Jake rubbed his hardening cock over my face. I inhaled deeply. He smelled so good.

“Open your mouth, man” he told me.

I resisted. My cock was throbbing.

Steve, standing next to Jake, started rubbing the bulge in front of his pants. “Open your fucking mouth, you’re gonna suck us off man.”

I resisted a moment more and then reached up and grabbed Jake’s cock by the base. “Your cock…So fuckin big.” I said truthfully.

Jake thrust towards me, stabbing my cheek with his cock. I started sliding that soft skin I loved so much over his hardening core. Jake thrust again and his dangling balls swung beneath my hand.

Jake looked down. “Seriously dude. What are you waiting for? Suck my cock, man!”

I looked around one last time.

Little D was massaging his cock through his pants.

Tommy had removed his pants and was stroking that can-shaped cock.

Mark was staring open mouthed, incredulous.

I looked up at Steve, who’s eyes were wide. I closed my eyes in bliss as I finally sucked Jake’s cock into my mouth.

I heard the general intake of breath as the guys realized that I had put their friend’s penis in my mouth. Then general cheers and comments that continued throughout the night.

“Jesus Christ! He’s really sucking it.”

“Fucker’s suckin Jake’s cock!”

Unfuckingbelieveable, man. Unfuckingbelievable”

I pulled off of Jake’s cock and licked him from his base to the head. I could no longer pretend I didn’t like this. It was obvious.

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A drab room lost in a bureaucratic nightmare of drab corridors. A screen and a file-cabinet full of cases, each of them lost delinquents, just as I am. Hopeless repeat offenders.

He looks up at me with a bored expression. ‘You realize that, no matter what mitigating circumstances we can fabricate, you qualify for a custodial sentence this time?’

I shrug as best as I can, attempting to seem nonchalant.

He shuffles papers on his desk, in and out of a buff-coloured manilla folder, as though contemplating. ‘There is… just one possible way out for you, although I hesitate to suggest it.’

He’s perked my interest. ‘Tell me, Mr Collingwood, tell me.’

He gets up, turns around so he’s looking out the window, hands clasped loosely behind his back. ‘You know about Community Service? Course you do. You’ve done all that picking up litter and scrubbing graffiti off walls thing. I know you have. Because of the severity of your situation, what I’m empowered to offer you is a different kind of Community Service, a way of working off your debt to society. But there’s no compulsion. None of this is being done under any kind of duress. You are absolutely entitled to reject this offer, and take whatever legal consequences that follow. You understand?’

I nod warily. ‘What’s so special about this Community Service?’

‘It’s a branch of Help The Aged, care in the community for isolated elderly gentlemen. You will be required to act in the capacity of a kind of surrogate, to relieve their sexual tensions and frustrations. To improve their quality of life.’

I startle to my feet in shock. ‘You mean sex with old guys?’

‘As I say, your refusal will be honoured, and is understandable. This is an entirely voluntary service. But it will qualify as Community Service, and get you off the hook regarding any other legal proceedings.’

Wait, I’m thinking it over. I’ve not always been socially well-adjusted. I’ve got what welfare calls a ‘troubled’ life-history. I’ve got myself into precarious scrapes. I’ve done things I’ve not always been proud of. And sure, I’ve had dubious sexual encounters, some of them involving the exchange of payment. Can this proposition really be so bad?

‘How do you know I can do this?’

‘You’ll be learning on the job. I’ll be monitoring. Any time you feel unsure, any time you want to back out of the agreement, that’s fine.’

‘So when do I start?’

‘Right now, if you feel you’re ready.’

His Japanese hatchback is parked in the lot out back. Being outside feeling the low breeze on my skin seems strangely unreal. As though this isn’t really happening. How weird, how surreal is this? Mr Collingwood pulls out into traffic, me in the passenger seat beside him. He has a briefcase with a clipboard and tablet. ‘You’re young’ he begins. ‘If you get custodial it would not go well with you, if you get my meaning. Chances are you’d end up being used sexually anyway, with or without your consent. I’m concerned about you. I’m offering you to chance, you understand, Bryan?’

I nod. ‘Thank you, Mr Collingwood.’

We pull into a fast-food franchise. He gets me a burger and coke, and watches as I consume it greedily. Then he looks down at his folder. ‘Your first client will be Mr Edgerston. He’s a seventy-five-year-old widower who lives alone. This will be your test-case. But beware, he can be a devious cunning old sod. You will give him fellatio. You understand the term?’

I smile nervously around a mouthful of burger. I know all the terms I need to know.

Soon afterwards we draw up outside a bungalow in a leafy cul-de-sac. He parks the hatchback precisely aligned to the escort bursa curb. ‘Number seventy-two’ he indicates, ‘that one. I’ll wait here. Are you alright with this Bryan?’

‘Sure I’m alright.’ I step out onto the grass verge, crunching on drifts of dead leaves. Still not believing that this can be for real. I turn my collar up, not exactly because of the cool breeze, more because it seems furtive. The garden gate creaks. I slouch up the path and push the bell. I get a sudden irrational urge to make a break for it, to get the hell out. Collingwood’s attention is lost deep in his files. If I take to my heels I can be over the low wall and off down the street before anyone realizes. But what’s the good? You can’t fight the system. They’d only track me down and haul me in.

The door opens abruptly. A tall stooping man with steel-grey hair. ‘Yes? What do you want?’

‘Mr Edgerston? Mr Collingwood sent me.’

He appraises me up and down critically. ‘In that case, I suppose you’d best come in.’ I squeeze past him into the entrance hall, and from there into the front room. ‘So, you’re the new boy?’ he demands. ‘I hope you’re better than the last one they sent me. He was useless, did nothing but sob and whimper.’ I look around nervously, there’s a clutter of old-fashioned furniture, ornaments and family photographs that seem to come from some other lost age. He slumps down into a faded corner armchair opposite the TV. ‘C’mon boy, what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off so I can see what they’ve sent me this time.’

So this is how it begins? He watches as I kick off my shoes, a cool searching gaze as I drape my jacket carefully over the chair, then pull my T-shirt up and off self-consciously. I hesitate. This is creepy. There’s no sound but the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. With sudden determination I take a deep breath, unfasten the belt, and shove my pants and underwear down in a single move, straightening to step out of them. Embarrassingly, I’ve got a lazy half-erection that sways free. Unexpectedly he reaches out and grabs hold of my cock. His old wrinkled fingers curling in tight around me as he laughs out loud at my discomfort. My first impulse is to push him away, but I resist and control my reaction. Allowing his fingers to do what they may. He nudges me around and runs his hand across the soft curve of my bare bottom, chuckling possessively like some miser counting his wealth.

At the same time, he’s fumbling in his own groin, unfastening his way down his fly-buttons. ‘Oh Fuck, this is where it gets REALLY nasty.’ And he’s pulling out a surprisingly impressive erect penis. ‘Down on your knees, boy, get this in your dirty gob.’

I glance out through the net curtains. The Japanese hatchback is still there. This is what I’m here to do. I crouch down, shuffle in between his splayed legs. There’s a stale aroma as my face moves in. He’s holding his cock at its base, in a nest of wispy white pubic hair, arrowing it up at me, it looks angry and impatient. He’s grinning a big lewd grin, enjoying my humiliation. I close my eyes and gulp. My lips purse up against the cock-head, apply slight pressure so that it just slips inside, a sour taste floods my mouth. His hand tightens against the back of my head, and he shoves, so I have no choice, but to swallow more of it and suck automatically. He grunts with obscene satisfaction. The foulness has been swallowed away, and I can no longer see his face, so it’s more anonymous, impersonal. The more I suck the quicker the whole escapade will be over and I can go, so I suck more fiercely, lashing my tongue up and down the impressive orhangazi escort shaft, nuzzling my head deeper into his groin.

‘Fuck, boy, you’re good’ he groans somewhere above my head. The clock tick-tick-ticks as I suck-suck-suck, his hips move up to meet me, fucking into my mouth.

Then he’s pulling my head up and away. ‘Down on all fours, boy, I want you doggy.’

I wipe my mouth in confusion. ‘I’m not sure if I’m…’

‘Look, I want no back-chat. I used to do that to my wife. I got rights, you know? You’re here to satisfy my needs.’

‘Wait. I gotta use the bathroom.’ I lurch up, feeling more than a little giddy, and shuffle across to his bathroom. Once inside I lean up against the washbasin breathing heavy. I can see my face in the mirror. I’m not looking good. I empty my bowels, raid his cabinets hunting out some lube, eventually locating a jar of ancient Vaseline, rubbing it carefully around my anal orifice, my fingers slipping inside. I pause. Building up my resolve.

Then I’m back in his front room, down on all fours, my arse raised and legs slightly parted for him. He laughs cruelly and moves in behind me. I can feel his hands crawling all over my skin. Feel the warm insistent pressure of his cock-head forcing up against my tight hole. I brace, and steel myself. There’s a moment’s resistance, then suddenly he’s sliding into me relentlessly. I gasp and hold firm. And he starts fucking. It feels so strange, disconnected, his balls slapping up between my legs, each thrust causing my own cock to bounce and tremble up against my gut. The fucking goes on, then he shouts something obscene, holds himself deep inside me, I can feel the heat of it jerking and pulsing. My whole body sings, tingling and buzzing as he pumps into me.

He pulls out so sharply that I collapse onto the carpet. Pulling myself up onto my knees on jelly-legs he stands close enough to wipe his cock clean on my face. ‘I lied, Boy. My wife never used to let me do that. But I always wanted to do it.’

He slumps back into his armchair, his pants still around his knees. ‘You’re good. You can come here again. But right now, you can get out of my house. Right?’

I search around for my clothes, befuddled and sweaty. ‘Yes sir. Thank you, Mr Edgerston.’

Stumbling back outside, Collingwood slopes the car door open for me. ‘Get in, hurry. We’re behind schedule. What the hell took you so long?’

I strap myself in. ‘Sorry. He… uh, wanted anal.’

‘Anal? Did I tell you to permit him anal? Did I? Did I? See here in the schedule… it says you give him oral. There’s no mention of anal. You think you can just go off-plan like that and simply do what you want? This is an integrated service, we have guidelines.’

‘I’m sorry Mr Collingwood, I didn’t know what to do for the best. I thought we were supposed to provide satisfaction.’

‘Did you use a condom?’

‘I never thought.’

‘So you run the risk of exposing him to infection too!’

He slides the car into gear and pulls away, with a snort of disapproval. ‘Don’t mess the upholstery.’ As he maneuvers into traffic he seems to mollify a little. ‘The next stop is at the Care Home, we can catch up time there.’ I say nothing, deciding that silence is the best policy. I’ve got a sour taste in my mouth, and my bottom is still tingling… not unpleasantly! For an old guy, that Mr Edgerston sure had a surprising degree of stamina. The only thing that troubled me was the thought of all that sexual excitation bringing on a heart attack.

By now we are slowing into the lazy suburbs. bursa otele gelen escort A big house set back off the avenue through security-keyed gates. He draws up in the car-park beneath a spreading willow, and leads me up into the house. The plaque beside the door says ‘Sunny Days Care Home’. He codes us through into the reception. A middle-aged woman in nurse’s uniform looks up and smiles at Mr Collingwood. She smiles in a more teasing way at me, as though she’s amused at the thought of why I’m here.

She indicates the wide flight of richly-carpeted stairs leading upwards. Flashing a quick glance sideways, there are elderly people sitting in the day-room overlooking the garden, they’re playing chess, reading books or just deep in conversation. One or two of them look up. I look away, scared to meet their eyes. We climb the stairs. Off to the left there’s a room set aside for us, with a queue of five old guys there already waiting. Collingwood greets them as I go ahead into the room.

There’s a bed, an easy chair and a low plush couch. I try out each of them, rehearsing what I must do in here. Accepting, fatalistically, that I have no choice. I’m committed to doing this. It’s not possible to back down now. Collingwood opens the door, and ushers the first gentleman in. He smiles and reaches out to shake my hand, which is the last thing I expect. He sits on the edge of the bed, and I squat down. Unzip him, and extract a shriveled little stub of a cock. He looks down at me with an apologetic expression. I dip my head and kiss its sticky tip. Lick my way around the glans. Then suck it tenderly into my mouth, sucking gently. It swells and stiffens a little, without ever achieving a fully convincing erection, before he gives a pathetic whimper, and pulses a glob of white fluid into my mouth. I swallow it, and keep sucking, stirring it with my tongue. He stands up awkwardly, tucking it away. He says ‘thank you’ and shakes my hand again. Suddenly, what I’m doing doesn’t seem so absurd. I’m bringing happiness to these people. Surely that’s good? And he was quick, which speeds the process. Makes up for lost time.

Collingwood enters, carrying coffee. I slurp it greedily. ‘You OK?’ he asks.

‘I’m fine’ I nod.

The next guy who shuffles in takes longer. He lies on his back on the bed and I suck him for a considerable time, as though he’s been desensitized by age and needs greater stimulation. I fondle his balls to add to the sensation. He looks down to watch me work, taking him as deep into my throat as I can, sucking hard, using slight teeth-pinches that make him squirm, until he cums in long blobby drools of spunk. Then the next gentleman is ushered in, a portly man with military bearing who stands to attention as I sit to suck his stiff erection, fondling his scrotum-arsenal of tight hard cannonballs primed to detonate. If this is what soldiering is about, I’m surrendering to it. And then the man after that. Until I’ve sucked off all five. There’s one late-comer. I suck him off too. There’s no-one else.

Collingwood stays in dialogue with the Nurse while I shuffle in sullen silence. Back in the car we sit side by side. He ticks off names on his list from long forms filed in his folder. Then he turns to me. ‘You did fine today, Bryan. I’m sorry if I was sharp with you earlier. But I fully understand if you decide not to continue with this line of service. I respect your decision.’

I think of Mr Edgerston’s devious subterfuge. I think of the courteous old gentleman with the shriveled stub of a cock, and the way he shook my hand and thanked me. The memory makes me smile. He’s lived a long life, seen things I’ll never see, felt pain I’ll never know. Is it too much to ask to bring a little pleasure into his life?

‘No, Mr Collingwood. If it’s quite alright with you, I’d prefer to continue with this Community Service work. To improve the quality of life of isolated elderly gentlemen is a noble calling.’

He slides the car into gear, and pulls away, into a strange new future…

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“Think Alexa will fuck me?” Austin asks as he tunes his guitar slung across his knees. He listens intently to the notes from the strings as he watches me with a devilish smile. He likes making me squirm.

I shrug. The question doesn’t require an answer. When Austin sets out to fuck someone he does it, and the person involved doesn’t have much say in the matter.

Still, I’m moved to at least a token protest. “What about Patrick?” I point out.

He makes a dismissive sound. “That pussy? I’m not worried about him.”

“How are you gonna get rid of him then?” I retort. “They’re Siamese twins.”

A big grin spreads across his face. It’s the grin that never fails to give me chills and a slight quiver of apprehension in the pit of my belly, because I know exactly how his evil little mind words.

“I’m not,” he announces, smirking. “You are.”

I groan. I fucking knew it. “Austin, no. No more schemes.”

“Come on…” With his most winning smile, he slides closer to me. I shrink back into the corner of the couch to put some distance between us but he presses his thigh right up to mine. He leans into me, staring into my eyes. Austin’s eyes, light gray with a startling ring of deep blue around the edge of the iris, are dangerous weapons I’m not equipped to resist and he knows it. As he burns me with his smile a wave of dark hair falls forward and I fight the urge to reach up and push it back from his eyes. Those pink cherub lips part in a self-satisfied smile as he watches me melt into a puddle before him. My resistance is utterly gone. I’ll do whatever he wants. I always do. He knows exactly how much I want him and I hate him for it at the same time my love gnaws at my stomach like a disease.

I put up more protests, struggling somewhat weakly against his will. “Every time they come over here he’s stuck to Alexa like a leech. He’s probably not even in to guys. What if he’s totally straight? If he decides to punch me -“

“Take it easy, Will.” The smile tilts as he slips his hand over my knee and slowly rubs my thigh. I don’t react. If I try to push him away he’ll only laugh at me. Ignoring him is my only defense. I’ve become rather good at it the past few years. He already has my heart – and my balls – in a death grip. I won’t give him the satisfaction of wearing it on my sleeve for him to taunt me with. But still, I have to bite back a whimper as he breathes his boyish breath on my cheek while his hand strokes my thigh just above the knee, sending jolts up my leg, straight to my cock. I press my legs together, praying he won’t see the bulge forming in my crotch.

“I’ve seen how he looks at me,” Austin says softly against my ear, making me shiver. I marvel at his ego even while my hard-on throbs. How he looks at me. Always with the me. “He might be with Alexa, but the boy is curious. I can feel it. He wants a taste and you’re gonna give it to him tonight.”

I draw back and try to look him straight in the eye without flinching. I take his wrist in my hand and pull it off my thigh. “No, Austin,” I give one last attempt to save myself. And Austin doesn’t like it when I get independent. His grin gets wider and he breaks away from my grip and goes straight for my crotch. He laughs at me when he feels my erection and he rubs it lightly it, making it harder and more urgent.

“Well well, what’s this?”

“Shut up.” I turn red and I push at his hand but he just snickers.

“Aw c’mon, Will,” he breathes in my ear. “You wanna be my wingman, don’t you? It’ll be fun and you know he wants to.” Squeezes my dick to make no doubt who *he* was. Pulls back and leers at me, watching my face. Sometimes I just hate him so much. He knows how I feel. No matter how I try to hide it he knows.

But it’s my own fault. I went down on him a couple of times a few years ago, when I was learning my sexuality and I needed sex so bad I thought I’d explode. He never reciprocated, just sat back and enjoyed it, but he figured out then he can get what he wants from me by teasing me sexually and I can’t resist him. Cocky bastard.

I give in just to make him stop torturing me. “Okay, dammit,” I push him away and he draws back grinning his victory. My stomach churns with the unique feeling of nausea and euphoric lust only Austin can create in me.

Patrick plays bass and Alexa is a singer. They’ve been over a couple of times to play with us. We’re trying to get a band together and since my dad has a nice big basement, we practice at my house. Dad doesn’t mind. Between work and his girlfriend he’s gone most of the time anyway. He doesn’t mind if we drink as long as we don’t drive; he might mind us smoking pot, but he doesn’t know about it.

I get up from the couch and go over behind my drums to get away from Austin and nurse my damaged heart. He doesn’t care how much he stomps on it. He calls me his friend, and I suppose I am: I do anything he wants. Go along with his schemes, drive him everywhere, listen to his stories about all the girls he fucks. And if he notices me getting jealous he laughs at me and rubs it in my face. Hell. I like to think I wouldn’t, but I know I’ll suck his dick again if I get the bursa escort bayan chance. If he asks, I’ll do it. Maybe that’s why I hang around him, waiting for that moment, if it ever comes…

Alexa and Patrick get there and we jam around for awhile. I have to admit Alexa is a cute girl. She’s just Austin’s type. He likes them petite with small tits. Dark hair cut across her forehead in bangs, then flowing down her shoulders. And Patrick is yummy. I do like redheads, especially freckled ones. He’s quite tall with an almost thin body and shy green eyes and he usually looks at the ground except when Alexa is talking; she seems to talk for both of them because he doesn’t say much.

Curiously I watch him. Now that I’m really paying attention, I notice that Patrick’s eyes seem to follow Austin a bit more than I would’ve thought about before Austin said what he did. As much as I hate to admit it, Austin was right. Patrick’s ripe for the picking. And come to think of it, he and Alexa seem to be more good friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. There is a level of comfort between them I don’t see much between couples. The more I watch them the more I think, this might not be a challenge after all.

Austin gets up from the couch and dims the lights so only one bare bulb burns over the stair. On his way back he reaches up over the washer, behind a pipe, and grabs the tin Sucrets container where we keep our stash.

He sits down on the couch cross-legged and grins while he rolls a fat joint. “This is some crazy weed,” he announces to Alexa and Patrick. “It’ll really make you fly.”

Alexa moves to edge of the couch to wait her turn eagerly while he lights up and inhales. He grins, holds it, and then moves up close to Alexa’s face. She grins with understanding. She opens her mouth and leans forward, he locks his lips to hers, molding them to her mouth and blows, filling her lungs with smoke while she inhales deeply. Her head rolls back a little and she coughs, recovering, but then she takes the joint from Austin’s fingers and she’s grinning as she takes a deep hit off it with the finesse of a seasoned pot-head, while we all watch in admiration at her technique.

I just happen to be sitting next to her on the other end of the couch, and Patrick is on the floor at my end leaning his back against the chair. I wait for her to pass it on but all the sudden she leans into me, grabs the back of my head and presses her open mouth to mine. I’m surprised but I open my lips to hers and close my eyes, inhaling the acrid smoke. Instantly I feel lightheaded as the carbon dioxide fills my lungs along with the familiar burn of the smoke. Shit! I reel and cough as she pulls back grinning.

“That was fucking….” I’m too dizzy to find the word. Austin and Alexa laugh, but Patrick only grins and I’m not too high to notice he seems a little nervous. His eyes dart to Alexa and she grins at him and gives him a little nod.

Alexa points to Patrick when she hands me the joint. “Now you pass it on to him,” she orders.

I grin and nod. They’ve discussed this. Or it’s a spontaneous plan between the two of them happening before my eyes. The same plan Austin came up with. This is gonna be even easier than Austin thought…

The hit from the joint totally knocks me flat and for a second I tumble through space, thinking dimly, holy shit! I almost can’t stop myself from laughing and blowing it when they start laughing at the look on my face. But I choke it back and lean over to Patrick, down on the floor. He tilts his head shyly and I slide my arm over his neck and close my eyes as I press my lips to his soft mouth. He opens shyly and I blow, filling his lungs as he breathes in. The sensation of feeding my breath to him makes me tingle all over and I can’t stop myself from sliding the tip of my tongue over his as I pull away, head spinning.

Patrick looks startled, closes his eyes as he holds in the hit for the required moment, choking a bit just like I did with the effort of holding the smoke in his lungs… then lets it out and shakes his head comically while we all laugh. He glances up into my eyes and when I pass the joint to him I brush his wrist with my fingertips. When he looks away shyly, he’s so cute I want to jump him.

Patrick’s turn and he coughs and coughs when he inhales, and when he blows it into Austin’s mouth he ends up mainly just coughing and not getting a good seal on Austin’s lips, losing most of the hit. Alexa sits back with her eyes all sleepy, grinning at the two of them as they pull apart.

“Now that’s hot,” she announces.

“What is?” Austin is on her, high-beam charm.

“You know,” she giggles. “Watching guys kiss. It’s so hot.”

“You think so?” He leers, the devil in his eyes. Turns to me and grins, his teeth all in a row like a shark’s. My heart sinks but only a little this time as the heavy, fragrant smoke stuffs my brain with cotton. Smoking pot always makes me so horny. And hungry. And stupid. Stupid enough to do whatever Austin wants without even pretending to protest…

He takes the joint from Patrick and starts the circle bursa ofise gelen escort of mouth-blowing again; this time he sticks his tongue in Alexa’s mouth and she giggles. We’re all stoned already. When the weed comes to me I take Patrick’s head in my hand and close my fist in his silky red hair. Succulent, innocent and a little nervous, he shivers. I close in on him like a hawk hunting a trembling mouse. His eyes flash doubt as I brush his tongue with mine again. But he doesn’t pull away and a second later he hesitantly responds. His quick, nimble tongue gently probes my mouth and then darts away. I blow the smoke into his lungs and he holds it as I capture his tongue with mine, demanding his response.

He pulls away coughing and sprawls back onto the floor. I grin down at him and move onto my knees next to his chest. He props his head against the chair as I hold the joint to his lips and watch him inhale, watch his eyes go back in his head. When he looks back up at me I dip down and wrap my lips around his, drawing his breath from his open mouth. Carbon dioxide and the THC mingle and I reel from the intense high. Oh, fuck… My brain struggles to process it as my lungs struggle to hold it. I glance through the fog over at Austin grinning his shark smile with his eyes gleaming at me like cold and shiny jewels.

Anger floods me. My best friend. I’ll show him to fuck with me. I’ll show him what I’ll do if I get the chance.

Impatiently I hand off the joint back to Alexa, still on my knees next to Patrick. He’s motionless, totally limp and unresisting, just looks at me with glassy eyes as my fingers pull the hem of his black t-shirt up over his belly, up to his nipples so it bunches under his arms. His stomach is smooth and lean and his skin is satin to my lips. I dip down, tracing the line of his sternum down his belly to his navel. He jumps at the contact with my tongue and the animal in me reacts to his innocence and his jolt of pleasure. I thrust my tongue into the dip of his belly button and wiggle it while he squirms on the floor and whimpers, his hand lightly brushing my back.

All this time Alexa is staring transfixed at what we’re doing. I’m intensely aware of her and Austin out of the corner of my vision. Austin persistently kisses her neck, but she’s all but ignoring him, open-mouthed at what I’m doing to her boyfriend. Or not her boyfriend. Whatever he is. Boyfriend or not he likes it. Only a trace of his former hesitation remains as he opens his mouth to mine when I kiss him again, harsh and aggressive, fucking his mouth with my tongue in a hard and breathless rhythm.

“I never saw this side of Will,” Alexa breathes, her voice trembling. Austin responds in a low chuckle.

“Oh, he loves cock. You should see him give head, he’s great at it.”

That just spurs me on. Patrick’s cock kicks against my palm as I slide my hand over the crotch of his jeans and cup his balls, stroking his shaft with my fingertips. I pull Patrick’s t-shirt over his head. Skin pale cream silk, arms and shoulders a glorious wealth of freckles. He lifts them as I draw off the shirt and toss it aside. Mmm. His cock is thick and eager in my hand. Appreciatively I lick my way down his smooth hairless chest to the fly of his jeans. His breath catches as I press my face to his crotch, licking the outline of the head of his cock through the rough fabric. My other hand slides up his chest, toying with his innocent peach nipples that are little hard pebbles to my fingertips.

“Alexa,” Patrick whispers with something approaching panic catching in his voice, “I don’t know if -“

“Shh,” she soothes him. I can hear her breathing hard but she tries to sound reassuring. Austin is groping her tits from behind but she doesn’t really appear to notice. “Will won’t hurt you. You know you want this… it’s time, baby.”

“Oh yeah, it’s time,” I breathe wickedly. Even through the denim I can taste his salty excitement. With a little shiver and a sigh he gives in to Alexa’s words and relaxes. I smile. I won’t hurt him, not even a little. Not unless he likes it.

Slowly I slip the button of his jeans open and smoothly slide the zipper down. I lick the dark wet spot on his blue boxers and feel the tip of his cock give a little jolt. I breathe in the delicious smell of his sex. And at the same time I watch Austin out of the corner of my eyes. I want him to watch this. And he is watching – at first he was just focused on Alexa but now I can see his eyes keep going to Patrick and me. Patrick is just a limp and moaning puddle on the carpet, a casualty of my wicked fingers and tongue.

He whimpers when I abandon his cock to untie his boots and pull them off. On my knees I slide his jeans down his legs and over his feet. I push them to the side and run my hands up his calves. Smooth silky hair glints reddish-gold. Satiny skin prickles under my palms as I slide up his thighs and gently ease his boxers down his naked legs, catching his white socks on the way.

“Oh my God,” he whispers in wonder. Lifts his head to watch in amazement as I toss bursa oral yapan escort his underwear on top of the rest of his clothes and then I smile up at him. His face turns red but he smiles back, eager even if he’s still a bit nervous. Against his belly his cock is hard and flushed dark red, dripping eagerly. Very nice – about seven inches and cut, thick and twitching. Sparse baby fine reddish curls and big heavy balls beckon me.

Stalking my prey, I nibble my way up his knee, using my palms to spread his thighs. His cock twitches as I lick around it, swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin of his hips and the crease of his thigh.

“Oh fuck, he’s really gonna do it,” Alexa chokes.

“Oh yeah, I really am.” I smile at the same time I wrap my hand around Patrick’s eager shaft. He gasps and so does Alexa. Austin is staring, I notice with a grin, his eyes wide and his lips parted.

Good. I want him to watch.

I raise my head and look directly into Austin’s eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip of Patrick’s cock. Patrick moans and his head lightly thumps the floor. I lick it slowly, my tongue circling the ridge of the head and gently probing the slit. I pread the slickness of his salty pre-cum with my tongue. And all the while I watch Austin, my eyes on his. He swallows, watching. He reaches down and adjusts himself. I grin. Alexa is breathing harder, squirming.

Patrick’s hand comes up and touches my hair gently and I start sucking slowly, taking the length deeper in my mouth. If I stroke I know he’ll shoot. His cock is smooth and luscious and I caress it with my tongue, seeking out his pleasure.

“Oh, hell.” Alexa pants. “That is so fucking hot. Austin – I wanna watch you so bad… Patrick, suck Austin for me… please…?”

Patrick doesn’t get a chance to answer. Austin croaks and suddenly gets up. Alexa grins in anticipation as he quickly strips. I love that this is making him hot. I still have my clothes on and I keep slowly sucking Patrick’s cock as Austin’s hands ease off my shirt. His hands feel so good against my skin. I want him so much but I won’t give him the satisfaction of turning away from Patrick to pleasure him.

“Patrick,” I whisper. I reach up and slide my hand under the back of his neck. “Suck Austin’s cock, baby. Nice and slow. He won’t let you gag.”

There’s a moment of hesitation but Patrick is too far gone to resist. He’s trembling with need and his long-repressed desire to do exactly what I suggest. As Austin lifts his neck and puts a pillow behind it Patrick reaches for Austin’s stocky prick and holds it a moment in fascination before he parts his lips and licks the tip. I know the fascination of that cock, and for a second I feel an almost blinding surge of jealousy that I’m not the one licking it. But then I remember everything Austin has done to me and I force my heart into a tight little ball.

As Patrick’s head moves forward and his mouth opens, engulfing Austin in its heat, once again Alexa and Austin moan in unison, their reactions connected. I draw back a bit and watch Patrick as he awkwardly bobs on Austin’s thick shaft. Frustration and pleasure war on Austin’s face. He likes this but he wants something more… substantial. He glances at me under his lashes as he bites his bottom lip but he’s not getting what he wants from me, not this time. This time he has to take what he can get.

Alexa slides down off the couch onto her knees and comes over to us with a wild look in her eyes. Her hands run all over our naked skins like cool feathers and she twines her fingers in Patrick’s hair and starts moving his head back and forth, controlling his motion as he sucks Austin; but she takes it too deep too fast and he gags, tears rolling down his cheeks. It’s only his first blowjob after all. He pulls back red-faced and gasping and I shoot Alexa an impatient look. She’s only in the way, messing up the flow of naked male flesh.

But now Austin is over the edge with need. He reeks of the animal desire to be fulfilled. I’ve waited a long time for this and even though I imagined it totally different, I no longer care how it plays out. I’m too high, both from the pot and the adrenaline pumping through me, to care anymore.

Pulling away from Patrick, I brush past Alexa. I grab Austin and push him face first against the couch with his beautiful bare ass spread to my eyes. My hands are shaking like a nervous schoolboy as I stroke his smooth, rippling back. Patrick and Alexa watch electrified. Austin is motionless but any minute now he’s going to stop me; I know that, but until then I want everything I can get. I want to fuck him. I want to drive myself up into him the way he is in me. I honestly don’t know if I’ll get that far but I need to at least taste him. Right now.

Taking his smooth butt cheeks one in each hand I spread them with my palms, exposing his tight, dark pink hole. I stare in awe as it tightens, beckoning me. Austin’s shining virgin asshole, right in front of my face, waiting for me with its little shadow of soft dark hair coming up from his balls that hang down temptingly in front. With my thumbs I spread his hole and lean forward, memorizing the moment when my tongue tastes it and his full sweet scent explodes in my brain. He lets out a muffled wail and I nearly orgasm right then and there. Austin. I’m between his naked spread legs licking his ass. I really am. And he’s not over me, snickering at my weakness and my unrequited love. He’s under me whimpering and wiggling, opening his hole to my questing tongue.

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Evan Malone liked the midnight shift. 12 am to 8 am along a stretch of Pacific Coast Highway right at the border of Malibu. It was never dull, and the arrests and citations were easy and built up his record. Most of the time he was pulling over rich drunk fucks in their BMWs, Porches, and Mercedes. Half the time they had hookers or call girls in the front seat, and when he looked inside he’d catch an unwelcome glimpse of their cocks halfway out of their flies. He pulled over producers who tried to bribe him, trophy wives who tried to seduce him, lawyers high on drugs, famous actors with underage girls or the occasional tranny. He’d often told his ex-girlfriend he could write a bestseller on the sexual intrigues of rich LA.

The hours between 4 and 8 am were usually quiet, and he’d sit in his cruiser looking up at the lights on the hills, listening to the ocean and planning his future. Sometimes he tuned into the chatter on the police radio, thinking “Better them than me.” He’d worked the worst parts of the city for too many years as a rookie and had had enough of it. He was more than happy to babysit the city’s elite if it meant he never had to worry about getting shot.

He hadn’t pulled anyone one over for an hour on a beautiful, balmy Friday night when the dusty blue Porsche clocked in at 85 mph. Holy shit. It was brand new, with the dealers’ tags still on it, and if he didn’t pull it over it would soon be $120,000 of worthless metal wrapped around a telephone pole. He felt adrenaline surge through him as he turned on lights and sirens. Curiosity as well as excitement pumped through his body. What would it be—another actor? A coked up plastic surgeon?

It took a good minute for the driver to notice him and stop. Evan stepped out of the car, his right hand on his holster.

He saw the window unrolling as he approached. He checked his radio—it was 4:10 a.m. The hand at the window was manicured, deeply tanned and Evan saw a heavy silver Rolex. His senses heightened, as soon as he got close Evan smelled the alcohol, along with a deep whiff of, what was it, gardenias? There was a bouquet of flowers crumpled in the passenger seat. It was a lush, heavy, and sexy scent—something he was sure he’d smelled once in his ex’s apartment.

“License and registration, please.”

“Officer,” came a slightly slurred voice, “This is a new—”

“You have your paperwork?” Evan interrupted him. “Pink slip?”

“Yes, uh. . .” the man mumbled as he foraged in the glove compartment.

“I’m going to need you to step out of the car,” Evan ordered. At 6’1 or so, the man was several inches taller than Evan, and just as built.

“Turn around.” The man obediently did as he was told and passively held his hands behind him. Well this was different. No resistance, no asshole comments. He acted like he knew he’d done something bad. Evan held onto one strong, warm forearm as he slipped on the cuffs. It wasn’t till he heard the click that he glanced up and saw a handsome face with red-rimmed blue eyes, dirty blond hair, and two days thick growth of beard.

Evan ran the check on the man’s information, looking for old tag numbers. Craig Symons, 30, unmarried, address in Malibu, no record, no citations or arrests. Well, he might have both now.

This guy just reeked of money. It wasn’t only his car. It was the perfect haircut and teeth, the personal trainer body, the unique cologne, the expensive linen shirt and casually torn jeans. He had everything but the arrogant attitude. On the contrary, he seemed utterly defeated and depressed. Evan wondered if this had been some kind of unconscious suicide run.

As he wrote out the speeding ticket, he suddenly felt like someone was standing behind him—as if a mouth was softly breathing on his neck or some unseen presence was sensing his every thought. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and a familiar trickle of excitement creep down his spine. He recognized that tingling feeling; it could only mean that this guy was gay. Hmmm, he wouldn’t have thought so. He was very good-looking, gorgeous even, but nothing in his manner or voice would have suggested it. But Evan knew the meaning of the prickling sensation down his back; he only got that vibe when he was around gay men.

It didn’t bother him. Evan had something of a soft spot for gays. He didn’t know why. Perhaps because his father was such a homophobe. Perhaps because he hated assholes so much—wife beaters, rapists, thugs, arrogant pricks who thought they were above the law. No, he had no problem with gays. He found it odd that they seemed to affect him in this way, but he didn’t think too much of it.

Evan grabbed the portable breathalyzer and got back out of the cruiser. As he approached the man, the vibe got stronger. Electrical sensations emanated from the back of his head and traveled down his whole body. Craig Symons was leaning casually against his car, one leg bent at the knee, his thighs spread, watching him intently. Evan noticed his eyes travel down bursa escort his body to his thighs and crotch, and back up to his face.

It was a strangely intimate situation all of a sudden. The mist coming off the ocean was swirling around, it was incredibly quiet, and the odor of gardenias was saturating the air. When he undid the cuffs his hands grazed firm ass cheeks, and something warm and exciting pulsed in his stomach when he touched him.

“Thanks,” Symons said softly. “I didn’t realize I was going so fast.”

“Could you blow into this for me, please?” Evan ordered him.

“Oh yeah, sure . . . wait, how do I do it?”

Evan gently helped him with the device. Mr. Symons—Craig—was out of it, but Evan didn’t think he was that drunk, just mentally lost. “Put your mouth over that and blow. Right.” Craig continued to look at him as his mouth covered the disposable tube. Evan was completely unaware of the fact that he gazed into his blue eyes much longer than necessary, though it was not lost on Craig.

Evan removed the meter and read it. It was just at the edge of the legal limit. The numbers flashed on and off below and then rose up before falling again.

In any other situation he would have made the arrest, but he didn’t. Craig seemed on his last leg and he decided to cut him a break.

“All right Mr. Symons,” he said, “I’m citing you for excessive speed and reckless endangerment. Do you mind if I ask what the hurry was?”

“Just . . . had a bad night.” No shit. He’d obviously been crying. Evan thought about the crumpled bouquet. Some kind of lover’s spat?

“Well try not to make it any worse.”

“What about that?”

Evan glanced at the breathalyzer and continued to write. “You’re just barely under the legal limit. I’m letting you off with a warning this time. I’m noting it in your record. If it happens again, you’ll be arrested.”

Craig took the ticket and got ready to leave.

“Thanks, I really appreciate this, Officer . . .?”

“Malone.”

“Where do you work? I mean, what station? Santa Monica?”

“That’s right. Now I’d appreciate it if you drove 35 up to Malibu. The whole way.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. Evan was certain now this has been some kind of act of self-destruction. The idea of going home seemed to fill him with despair.

As Evan watched the taillights disappear, he decided on impulse to tail him home. The last thing he wanted was to read about a tragic accident the next morning. His thoughts lingered on the stranger, attracted to him in an abstract way. What does someone have to do to get that kind of money? And what could have been so bad to make it all worthless? This was a new one—seeing a gay man’s heartbreak up close. What a strange job.

In the Porsche, Craig Symons saw the cop car following him. It vaguely registered that it was a nice thing to do. Funny it would be a hot cop to stop him on this night of all nights. When he finally pulled into his private driveway he flashed his lights. Thank you, he silently said to himself. You probably saved my life.

+++

A week later, Evan was filling out paperwork at his desk when he got buzzed by the secretary.

“Evan Malone. How can I help you?

“Officer. This is Craig Symons calling.”

“Who?”

“Symons. You pulled me over last week. PCH. Blue Porsche?”

“Ahh, right, right. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I wanted to thank you, again. For, uh . . . not turning me in.”

“No need. How’d you find me here?”

“You said you worked in Santa Monica.”

“Right. Well . . . thank you. Appreciate the call.”

“Wait. I was wondering . . . I just thought I’d mention it . . . I’m having a little party this weekend. I was wondering if you’d like to come. I’d like to thank you in person.”

“There’s no need for that.”

“Well I’d like to extend the invitation in any case. I think you have my address?”

“Yes, but—”

“Good. 8:00 or so, Saturday. Hope to see you.”

Evan hung up the phone, perplexed, and got back to work. One day out of the work week he was stuck at his desk filling out reports. It was a Thursday and very quiet. As he filled out form after form on the computer, he found his thoughts drifting back and forth between his ex, Amy, on the one hand, and Craig Symons’s invitation on the other. It was strange timing that this should just happen right at this moment.

He and Amy had split for one reason—because Evan didn’t want to commit and get married. Amy had been very very hurt. Devastated. They’d been together for five years, including living together for the last two. Their relationship was great. That wasn’t the problem. But things were rolling along, they were both 29, and Amy kept up the pressure, finally giving him an ultimatum. She didn’t want to waste any more time on something that didn’t have a future, and in the end Evan just had to state bluntly, “I don’t think it does.” She was crushed, the more mudanya escort so because he couldn’t give her a good reason. He didn’t even know himself. It was time to settle down and he just didn’t want to. It wasn’t that he wanted to date other women; he didn’t. The only thing he told himself, but not her, was “I want to keep my options open.” Open for what? What did he want? Amy had left a month ago, and all he’d done was work out and spend a lot of time at the beach. Or just lie in bed, thinking.

He thought about his job a lot. Doing what he did, Evan caught glimpses into the vast life of Los Angeles he never would know otherwise. There was so much more out there and he wasn’t ready to close it all off for good. He knew it sounded silly. He had nothing more to offer than that—a vague longing, a persistent sense that he wanted something different, at least to experience if not have.

And now, just like that, he gets this invitation out of the blue. It was almost as if he’d been waiting for it, or expecting it to happen. But a gay dude?

He clicked off the police site and did a little googling. Craig Andrew Symons was an entertainment lawyer in private practice. He couldn’t find much more than that he didn’t already know, aside from a few pictures of him at studio events looking glamorous. He stared and stared into his computer screen. A magical feeling seemed to emanate from Craig Symons’s face in the pictures. He looked happier than Evan had ever remembered being, in a secret, special way that was out of his reach, that he’d never known himself. And then he remembered the devastated man he’d pulled over on PCH. Evan had never known that kind of despair, either. He wondered about it. He felt pulled towards this man’s life and he couldn’t deny he was intrigued by the invitation. Why not?

He was still gazing at the handsome blond face on his computer screen when he felt the vibe and eyes on the back of his neck, stronger than ever. He instantly clicked to his desktop and looked guiltily over his shoulder, expecting to see Andy, the only gay cop he knew about. But no one was there.

After work in the morning he headed to his gym and changed into an old Los Angeles Police Academy t-shirt and sweats. It was a sweaty muscle gym full of men, hardy any women, and known locally as something of a gay meat market. Evan always got the vibe in there, though there was no mystery about it. Male eyes were blatantly checking him out anytime he went in. He didn’t mind. It was a great place, and very convenient.

He was aware of the looks, but he had no idea that he was a major topic of gossip and lust for many regulars. The hot cop who came in every day had a perfect body and a sweet, handsome face with huge brown eyes. There was that allure of power and potential domination, and furthermore his sexuality was a bit of an enigma. Someone figured out he’d had a girlfriend at one point; others swore he was gay.

Evan would have been surprised and flattered to know how many times he’d been the topic of conversation at clubs and parties. In fact he would take that as a personal point of pride, since he knew how much it would bug his father.

As Evan pounded out five miles on the treadmill, he thought about his dad. Michael Malone was a very high-ranking police captain in the LAPD and as far as Evan was concerned, a fucking asshole. He hated his father. He was the very epitome of an asshole. A real “man’s man.” He smiled to himself when he wondered what his dad would think of him taking up Craig Symons on his offer. That settled it. He was going. He’d take his motorcycle up and see how the better half lived in Malibu.

+++

Evan set out at 8:30 on Saturday. Los Angeles could be the most hideous, smog-filled wasteland in the daytime, but at times like this, it became the most magical place on earth—timeless, dreamlike and at one with nature. As soon as the sun went down and traffic slowed up, there was an incredible stillness and quiet from the desert. The air was clear and colors seemed brighter, the lights from the valley more sparkling and vibrant. It was still slightly dusk as he zoomed up PCH and the sky was glowing in lavender and turquoise blending into the blue-green ocean.

Evan loved his bike. It was his one indulgence, his one toy. He fucking loved the sense of power and freedom. He’d had his own bike since the moment he got a license, and going on long solo rides was his greatest pleasure and the best therapy. As a teenager it was how he had escaped his father. He loved the feeling of total control over the massive machine between his legs, the way it responded to his slightest touch. He loved the mobility and independence. It was always how he liked to travel in LA. He flew up PCH zipping in and out of traffic, until he found a little dirt side road that led up a seaside cliff to his destination. He arrived at the glass and chrome house exhilarated and excited.

It was nilüfer escort a beautiful place—modernistic, minimal, and transparent to the elements. He saw people milling about inside and outside on a deck with a pool as he pulled up. He was just taking off his helmet when he saw Craig Symons walking towards him.

He’d shaved since the last time he saw him and as he flashed a smile, Evan was struck by that aura of glamor he’d seen in his photos. This was one attractive man. More than handsome, he was simply beautiful, there was no other word for it, with a blend of feminine and masculine features. Anyone would think so.

Evan was still straddling his bike as Craig touched it. “Nice ride.”

“Thanks. You have a nice place here.”

“Ah, yeah, I love it. Glad you could make it . . . Officer . . .?”

Evan smiled and held out his hand, “Evan.”

Craig grasped it. “Thanks for coming, Evan. I know this is a little out of the blue.”

“No, I’m glad. It’s different. Thanks for inviting me.”

Craig moved a little closer to him. “Look, I really do want to thank you for the other night.”

“No problem. You seem like you’re, uh . . . doing better.”

Craig averted his eyes and seemed embarrassed. “It was a bad night. But come in. Have a drink, relax.”

“Sure.”

Walking into the house, Evan felt the light pressure of Craig’s hand on his back. It was just the slightest touch, but it was hot and electric. He felt his whole body prickle with excitement.

Craig kept his hand on his lower back as he steered him through the crowd to the bar area. His “little party” was actually huge. There must have been well over fifty people—mostly men, and mostly gay, but some women. One thing for sure, they were all loaded. This was a very rich crowd. Evan felt a bit out of place in his boots and leather jacket. He could see every eye on them as they walked in together, checking him out.

Craig found the bar and drew him close to it. Evan noticed trays of sushi and other catered food.

“So, a cocktail? What do you like? Or maybe you’d prefer a beer.” Craig gave him a tiny wink.

“Uh . . . yeah, beer is fine.”

“You got it.”

“So what’s the occasion?” he asked him. “Anything special?”

“No, not really. Kind of an end of the summer sort of thing. Do you surf?”

“Yeah, actually, I do. I’m pretty much of a beach rat. I grew up in Laguna, so . . . “

“Well maybe we should sometime. We have a few good weeks left. But only if you promise to take me on your bike sometime.”

Evan smiled. “You like to ride?”

“Never have. But I’ve always wanted to. I’d love it if you’d show me.”

“All right.” What it about him? Evan felt pulled into his orbit. He had visions of Craig holding him tightly from behind as he took one of his favorite trips, and then spending a whole day together.

Craig handed him a beer and touched his hand. “Thanks for coming, Evan. I’m glad you could make it.”

They exchanged a look, and Evan was just about to say something when a crowd descended on Craig.

“Symons!”

It was a loud bunch of guys—Evan knew the type. These were the trust fund babies he pulled over all the time. Rich, arrogant, spoiled, and entitled. They didn’t give him the time of day, but pulled Craig into their raucous group.

“You don’t mind if we steal him, do you?”

Before he knew it he was standing alone with his beer while Craig became the center of attention of a little mob. Evan couldn’t help watching him. He was laughing and entertaining them with some private anecdote. Craig’s charisma made everyone around him seem special and exciting. His beauty was riveting. Evan walked around a little bit but couldn’t take his eyes off him.

He had moved towards the doorway leading out to the patio when he overheard voices—gossipy male voices trying to be discrete.

“So who’s the hottie in the leather jacket?”

Evan heard a little snort of contempt. “Some cop Craig picked up.”

“What’s he doing here?”

“What do you think? You know Craig. He always likes to fuck around when he’s depressed.”

“Oh, that. Jesus—fucking Jason Jones? That arrogant shit?”

“It’s his type, you know that.”

“What—unavailable dicks?”

Evan heard the other guy laugh. “Is someone jealous?”

“Everyone knows Jason is a prick. He’s fucked half of West Hollywood.”

“Yes well our little Craigy really fell for him.”

“‘Our little Craigy’ has major Daddy issues. I can’t believe he doesn’t see it. He 30. Get over it.”

“You just wish it was you.”

The other guy sighed. “He looks so hot tonight.”

“He always looks hot.”

“A fucking cop?!”

Evan moved outside to the patio and stood looking at the gorgeous view, thinking. Something about the overheard conversation chimed within his unconscious and made him even more interested in Craig. A man with “Daddy issues”? The idea burrowed down into his own mind, sending off a rippling explosion. Daddy. Evan then immediately wondered what this Jason dude was like. Was he behind the scene of the other night?

“It’s nice out here, isn’t it?”

Evan turned around at the female voice. A pretty blond woman about his age was standing next to him.

“Yeah . . . I enjoyed the ride up here.”

“You’re the cop, right?”

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God, I can’t believe my eyes.

I quickly slip on my sunglasses, both shielding my eyes from the sun and disguising the direction of my gaze.

Yes, it’s Adonis himself, leaning sultrily against the guardrail outside his third-floor apartment, nude but for a tight-fitting pair of boxer-briefs. Calvin Kleins, I’ll bet. The white material is striking, because of its sharp contrast against his sculpted, bronze flesh, and because it does nothing to conceal his obvious . . . endowments.

Seeming to have nothing better to do but play Greek God and be pretty, he leans over even further, his muscular arms hanging over the railing, and calls down to his lover. “Calvin!”

Reclining on a poolside chaise not far from mine, Calvin looks up from his book and answers, “Uh-huh?”

“I need your help,” Adonis says, his smile nothing short of devastating.

I’m not gay — well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say I’ve never had a homosexual encounter. But the sight of him languidly draped over the railing in his Calvin Klein underwear causes a stirring in my loins and I don’t know why. I don’t even know him. I met Calvin at a pool party last week, but hadn’t particularly liked him. Absently, I wonder if Adonis’s choice of a lover named Calvin symbolizes an obsession with his own underwear or whether it’s just a weird coincidence.

Rising from his chaise, Calvin looks my way, smiles, and gives me a little wave. I casually wave back and he walks off to the elevator. As the doors quietly close behind him, I can’t help thinking he should’ve taken the stairs to get some of that egregious weight off him. When Calvin finally reaches him, Adonis takes Calvin’s hand, leads him into their apartment, and closes the door behind them, giving them privacy for I’m sure I know not what. Then again, maybe I do, but I really don’t want to know what I think I know.

* * * * *

My life is in somewhat of a tumble right now. My lady, Jill, walked out on me three weeks ago, leaving me all alone in this apartment. Now, when I look at other couples, I hope they’ll break up so I’ll have a chance with the woman. If only I could find a woman to cherish forever.

I never expected to be attracted to another man — until Calvin Klein showed me the way. Of course, I know my burgeoning fascination is both innocent and safe since he has a boyfriend. And because I’m not gay – really. Maybe I simply need to buy myself some of that sexy Calvin Klein underwear.

While eating a sandwich in the kitchen, I’m reminded once again how much I hate eating alone. Like so many other activities, when you eat alone, it becomes a meaningless chore you plod through as quickly as possible just to get it over with. And sometimes you say, “what the hell’s the point,” and don’t do it at all.

I’ve lost five pounds since she left, but I haven’t told her that. I wouldn’t tell her that — or anything for that matter. And my not telling her anything is directly related to the fact that I have no idea where she lives or with whom, or even what her phone number is. So the truth is, I couldn’t tell her anything even if I wanted to. She was nothing more than a sexual playmate anyway. Why I’m losing weight over her is beyond me? I really just don’t like being alone. Not to worry, I’ll get over it.

That afternoon, I go shopping and buy new Calvin Klein underwear at a fancy store in the mall. When I get home, with an almost maudlin feeling, I throw my threadbare standard jockeys away. I slip on my new Calvins and model them in my bedroom mirror — her bedroom mirror, that is. The one above her dresser that’s part of the bedroom set she hasn’t come back for yet.

I look pretty good, even if I do say so myself. My tummy is tight, my waistline is trim, my legs are a little hairy, and my chest is almost hairless. I’m certainly not as tall as I might be — inches below Adonis. But still, I look pretty damn good.

* * * * *

Tired of being alone, the following Friday evening, I decide to go to a party with friends who live in the same apartment complex. I don’t even know where the party is. And I really don’t care as long as it gets me out of this damn apartment. Human companionship is what I need.

Dressing casually, I put on slacks, an open-collar shirt, and a pair of loafers. And of course, my Calvins.

Harry and Sally come down to get me. I’ve always liked them, even though they were originally my ex-lover’s friends. They don’t like her anymore and don’t hesitate to say so. I really like Sally’s sparkling blue eyes and curly blond hair. She looks like a doll — one of those windup kind.

We go upstairs. I still haven’t asked which apartment we’re going to. I just follow along like their cocker spaniel and am truly surprised when we enter Calvin and Theodore’s — Ted’s — place. Okay, yes, I found out Adonis’s name.

We circulate, speaking to this person and that person. Everyone who’s straight seems to be from this apartment building. But Calvin and Ted’s gay friends are from all over town. And oddly enough, they appear to be much happier than the married couples here tonight.

Calvin escort bursa comes over to greet us and make sure we have drinks before wandering off. Ted is busy with a group of adoring young men. Harry walks away and strikes up a conversation with another couple from the apartment complex.

“Wow,” Sally whispers in my ear, “what a waste!”

“Who’re you talking about,” I ask. “Calvin?”

She guffaws. “You nuts?” She pulls away, looks around, then turns back to me and whispers again, “Him!”

I follow the direction of her index finger to find she’s pointing at none other than Ted — otherwise known as Adonis.

“Mr. America,” she says wistfully and suggestively sucks the finger she’d just been pointing with.

“You’re taken,” I whisper back. “It’s no loss to you.”

“You either,” she says with a crooked grin. “You’re still heterosexual, aren’t you?”

I laugh nervously, not quite sure about my answer at the moment. Every possibility I run through my head seems to be followed by a “but.”

“Well, aren’t you?” she asks with a raised brow.

“Of course, I am,” I say, deliberately ignoring the urge to say “but.”

Suddenly, Harry appears and interjects, “What are you two whispering about?”

“She’s trying to get me into bed and didn’t want you to know,” I say, smiling at him.

“Ha! Take my wife, please!” he says, doing his Henny Youngman imitation, and then sips his drink.

Sally punches him playfully on the arm and looks around the room. “I don’t see any stray women in this joint. What are we going to do with you?”

“Don’t worry about me,” I say. “I’ll find somebody soon.”

Harry pipes up, “Hope it’s in time.”

“Yeah,” Sally teases, “the explosion that’s brewing could blow up the entire building.” Then she turns and walks over to the bar. I follow and lean against it while Sally gets a refill from the bartender.

“Look,” I say, “I think it’s very nice that you want to help, but you don’t have to find my women for me, you know?”

“Well, you don’t seem to be doing anything about it.”

“Who’s had the time to think about someone new yet?”

She sips her drink and a petulant look suffuses her features. “Make up your mind soon,” she says, nodding at Ted as he approaches the bar. “The competition is getting rough.” With a parting air kiss, she sashays off just as Ted comes up beside me.

“Nice shirt,” he says to me, then gestures to the bartender, who hands him a drink.

“Thanks,” I say, trying to maintain my composure. “Nice party.”

“I think I recognize the undershirt,” he says, boldly fingering the fabric showing through the open collar of my shirt. “You got the briefs to go with it?”

I can’t help it; I blush. “Yeah, I got the whole works.”

“I’ll bet you do,” he says, leaning his back against the bar. “What happened to your woman?”

“The one I was living with?” I hadn’t realized he’d noticed me before today. I don’t even know what that little fact means to me.

“Yeah,” he smiles — and wow, what a smile. “Her. Brunette with the big boobs, right?”

Did he notice her — or me? “She split. Couldn’t put up with me.”

“Oh, you’re tough to live with?”

I laugh. “Not really. We just didn’t make it, you know?”

“So, nobody new yet, huh?”

God, his eyes are like wells. “No. Nobody new.”

He smiles his GQ smile and walks away. I watch him as he walks away, trying not to notice the slight sway of his buttocks — encased, I’m sure, in briefs similar to the ones I’m wearing. Calvins, of course. We have that much in common now.

Harry comes over and we shoot the bull for awhile, mostly about his work. I wonder where their daughter is tonight — actually she’s Harry’s daughter from a previous marriage. She’s old enough to be out with friends, so I assume that’s where she is.

“Where did you and Sally meet, Harry? It just occurred to me that I’ve never asked?”

“We met in Seattle on a tall building. She was looking at the sights and I was afraid she was going to fall off the building. It was really scary. Of course, I rushed to rescue her only to find out she was perfectly safe and wouldn’t have fallen.”

I laugh. “Sounds like a movie plot.”

“Yeah, maybe. Well, I’ve got to go find her. That woman is liable to be in trouble somewhere.”

“Yeah,” I say, “you better find her.”

I wander around, sipping my second — then my third drink — talking to everyone I know and a few I didn’t know until tonight. Before I know it, I look around and Harry and Sally are gone. As a matter of fact, everyone is gone except Ted, Calvin, and I. And not being a good drinker, I’m pretty drunk.

* * * * *

“Thanks, for helping us clean up,” Ted says as he finishes washing the dishes, handing me the last serving platter to dry.

I laugh drunkenly. “If I’d done this for Jill, I’d probably still have her in my life.”

“That was her name? Jill?” he asks while stuffing paper plates and cups into the trash compactor.

“Yeah.”

When he passes behind me, his hand brushes görükle escort my butt, startling me so much I jump in reflex. “Sorry,” he says, giving me that Clark Gable smile as he exits the room, leaving me to wonder whether or not he’s really sorry.

He returns a few minutes later with Calvin and the last of the paper plates. “Want a nightcap?”

“I think I’ve had enough,” I say with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know if I can make it to the elevator without keeling over.”

“No problem,” Calvin says. “You can sleep on our couch. When you’re okay, you can go home.”

“Yeah,” Ted agrees, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Good idea. Why don’t you get him a pillow and blanket, Calvin?”

Calvin dutifully scurries off and Ted and I follow at a more leisurely pace. In the living room, Calvin hands me a blanket, pillow, and pillow case he’d retrieved from the hall closet while Ted continues on to their bedroom, disrobing as he goes. I can’t help but stare and hope I’m not being too obvious.

Once alone and settled in on the couch, I get little sleep. Why? Because every time I close my eyes, I imagine waking up with Ted’s big prick in my mouth. I can’t say if I’m more afraid or aroused by the idea.

* * * * *

I must have finally fallen asleep at some point, because I wake up at six-thirty in the morning somewhat refreshed and more steady on my feet. Not wanting to wake either Ted or Calvin, I quietly leave their apartment and head back to my own. Halfway there, I run into Sally, looking annoyingly perky for that hour of the morning.

“My God, you look like death warmed over. Where did you sleep last night?”

“On their couch,” I say. “Thank God it’s Sunday. There’s no way I could make it in to work today.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” she says, taking my arm. “So what happened?”

“What do you mean ‘what happened?’ I got drunk.”

She smirks slightly. “Nothing else, huh?”

“No,” I say, pulling my arm away. “Nothing happened. There weren’t any unattached girls there for Pete’s sake.”

“Well,” she says as we approach my door, “I wasn’t thinking about girls. I mean, I know it’s been almost a month since Jill left.”

“Three weeks,” I correct her. She stares at me. “Well, twenty-two days, okay?”

“Hmm,” she murmurs suspiciously as I push past her to open my door.

I turn in the doorway before entering my apartment and give her a dismissive, “Thanks.”

After closing and locking the door behind me, I shuffle into the living room, exhaustedly collapse onto the couch, and fall deeply asleep.

* * * * *

Later, after I get some solid, unworried sleep, I slip into a bathing suit and go out and soak in the Jacuzzi, just letting the hot water loosen my stiff muscles and my sore neck. After about ten minutes, I get out and jump into the pool. Still suffering the effects of my hangover, I’m only able to swim six laps before I give up and drag myself out of the pool.

Then I head to the sauna, grab a towel from the stack by the door, and enter the steam-filled room. Unable to tell if anyone else is in the sauna, I spread out my towel on a bench and lay down, covering my head with my arm. The moist heat feels wonderful, permeating my skin and soothing my weary body.

A few minutes later, I hear the door open, feel a rush of cold air, and hear the door close again. Lazily, I take my arm away from my eyes. Through the fog, Ted emerges and removes his swimming trunks. “Hello, Sam. That’s right, isn’t it? Sam?”

Nodding my head, I sit up, more than slightly unnerved by his presence — not to mention his nudity. He stands there in front of me, his limp but sizable cock hanging at eye level. Beautiful. The Adonis prick.

“Yeah,” I rasp. “Sam.”

Transfixed, I helplessly watch his penis flap against his leg as he swings his body up onto the upper level beside me. My heart beating erratically in my chest, I lay back down on my towel. He leans over and looks down at me. “Recovered?”

“Oh, yeah. I slept half the day.”

“Just what you needed. You were pretty drunk last night.”

“Yeah,” I say, recovering my eyes with my arm. But I don’t sleep. My nerves are too raw with tension.

He’s quiet for such a long time I wonder if he’s fallen asleep. After a while, I figure I’ve spent enough time lounging in the sauna and get up to leave.

Ted rolls over facing me, his penis flopping against his lower leg as he does. “What was it like? Were you scared?”

“What was what like?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he means.

His smile turns almost predatory. “Sleeping in two gay guys’ apartment. Were you scared?”

After a brief hesitation, I admit, “Yeah, I guess I was.”

“I’m sorry. You know, we’d never attack you.”

Hmm, I might have taken his word for it — if it weren’t for that lecherous smile on his handsome face.

I turn to leave, but then something pulls me back. Facing him again, I say, “I don’t have anything against you two or your lifestyle. It’s just strange to me and I don’t know anything about bursa merkez escort it.”

“Yeah, I suppose not. Sam, can I tell you one thing?”

“Sure,” I say automatically.

“Something kinda intimate, but complimentary?”

I nod.

“You’ve got a great ass.”

I just stare at him for a moment, then turn and leave without saying another word.

* * * * *

The following weekend finds me lounging beside the pool, watching all the “pretty people” — who really aren’t so pretty — scamper in and out of the water. That’s one of the great pleasures of living in a large apartment complex. There’s plenty of young flesh at the pool on weekends — if you’re sober enough to notice it. In reality, I know they’re too young for me, but it’s nice to look. However, one particularly-nice brunette specimen, who’s posing on the diving board before taking the plunge, looks to be in her late twenties, which is closer to my own age.

Someone sits in the empty lounge chair beside me, but I don’t look, keeping my gaze fixed on the brunette as she dives.

“Good morning.” Instantly, I recognize the voice. Ted.

“Morning,” I say, turning my head to look at him.

Ted nods at the brunette splashing and laughing in the water. “Your type?”

“Type? I don’t know. She looks pretty good to me this morning.”

“How’re your friends? Harry and Sally were their names, right?”

“Yeah. They’re out of town. Their daughter’s in some contest — gymnastics, I think — and they’ve gone to watch her perform. They’re pretty excited about it.”

“I’ll bet.” He lays back and covers his eyes with his sunglasses. For a reckless moment, I let my eyes take in the sight of him in his Speedo. Eventually, I turn back to the pool and watch the brunette at play. Upon closer inspection, I realize her nose’s too big, her bust’s too small, and when she gets out of the pool, I see her toenails are painted black. How come I didn’t notice that before? I turn back to Ted to correct his impression of my taste, but he’s asleep, his mouth slightly open, revealing the sharp contrast between his perfect, white teeth and his deeply tanned face. Damn, he’s beautiful.

Resisting the nearly overwhelming urge to reach over and brush back a lock of glossy black hair that’d fallen across his forehead, I lay back in my lounge chair and doze.

* * * * *

It’s Saturday night and I’m at yet another party. They seem to keep recurring at our apartment complex. This time it’s at a guy named Silvio’s place. When I don’t see Ted or Calvin amongst the guests, I breathe a sigh of relief.

While talking with various groups of people, I drink several glasses of wine. During one such conversation, I see Ted and Calvin arguing about something. Calvin’s face turns red, but Ted leans toward him and whispers something in Calvin’s ear, making him laugh. I’ve never seen anyone handle another so smoothly. Then they disappear once more into the throng of guests.

In search of a bathroom, I make my way through the milling crowd. Seeing the host, I approach him and say, “Hi, I’m looking for a bathroom.”

He laughs and points down a hallway. “Second door on your left.”

I thank him and head down the hall. As I pass the first door on my right, I hear a grunt and notice that the door is slightly open. Light streams out from the room into the dimly lit hall, but I don’t notice anything as I pass. I continue down the hall to the second door on the left and knock. When no one answers, I slowly enter the bathroom, half expecting some naked guy laying in wait for me. But there’s no one, so I efficiently take care of business and flush the toilet.

Leaning over the sink, I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what the hell is wrong with me. It’s like suddenly my psyche is in a very strange place and doesn’t know what it wants. But that strange place is a part of me and somehow I have to learn to live with it.

I wash my hands and then my face. Running my wet hands through my hair, I stare into my eyes for a moment or two.

“Who the hell are you?” I ask myself under my breath.

I shake my head at my reflection and turn away. After drying my hands and face, I exit the bathroom.

Back out in the hall, I’m again aware of noises coming from the room I passed before. Seeing the door is still ajar, I move closer to it, curious to see what the grunting is all about. My view is still restricted, but as I lean forward, my shoulder accidentally brushes the door and it swings into the room. The few additional inches between the door and the jam allow me to see something I don’t really want to be seeing, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away.

Two naked men are in a sweaty tangle on the bed, one fucking the other in the ass from behind, his lover grunting his pleasure with each of his plowing thrusts. “Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!”

Droplets of perspiration dripping from their bodies, the man whose penis is probing in and out of the other’s ass begins panting heavily and I can see his testicles contract.

Snapping out of my trance, I quickly turn and make my way back down the hall towards the living room, thankful no one caught me peeking. My heart pounding in my chest, the pulse thrumming in my ears almost deafening, a bead of perspiration running down my nose, glancing over my shoulder to make sure neither of the lovers spotted me, I run headlong into Ted’s arms. Startled, I jump back, pulling myself from his grasp.

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Four strong-minded individuals were at a round table and arguing as strongly an hour after they had all first sat down.

Jaze’s team had been given a spate of attacks on female prostitutes to investigate. The victims were little help. They were stunned with tasers before they could get a good look at their attacker. Height, estimated age and hair colour all differed, suggesting the perpetrator was adept at disguise. In the first attacks, the prostitutes had just been beaten, next there had been sexual assault as well, but one of the last two women was still hospitalised. It was clear that if he was not stopped, his next victim could be killed.

Jaze wanted to use uniformed policewomen as decoys and have himself and Stewie, Leo and Shaz shadowing them. Shaz and Stewie wanted to be decoys and have Jaze and Leo shadow them. Jaze steepled his fingers and dropped his head against them, leaving his eyes slitted minutely open. It was not as though Stewie could not do the job. A wig, makeup and clothes and the beautiful young man sitting so obstinately opposite him made an equally beautiful woman. Jaze was proud of the way Stewie and Shaz had presented their arguments. As Cobalt Blue Leader, those arguments had been sound and reasonable. All the big man had to do was reconcile his acceptance as Team Leader with his fear of his fiancé being hurt.

It was not that Jaze was afraid to order Stewie into a potentially dangerous situation, but rather that the older man wanted to be with his lover if he did. However, there was no way Jaze could be visible out on the street if they wanted to attract their man. He gave a mental sigh. It was true that the four of them worked like a well-oiled machine and it was also true that if Shaz or Stewie acted out of character, unable to alert their backup in any other way, Leo and Jaze would pick up on it. Jaze knew the decision had been made.

“Ok,” he said slowly. “We’ll try just having you two as the decoys and Leo and me as your backup. If we don’t score after a few days we bring in some uniforms and double our options.”

“Thanks, Jaze,” Shaz replied. “We’ve studied the outfits of the girls targeted. Our man seems to have a dislike of anything with an animal motive, even if it’s just a vaguely similar pattern. Stewie picked up on that one after we’d eliminated anything else other than the general proximity as something they had in common.”

“One girl had a black and white skirt which, when I looked at it in conjunction with what I’d noticed, I realised could be seen as zebra-print. One girl had a leopard-skin pattern on her scarf and a similar pattern on her shoes. One had a bag with black spots on a white background, I thought maybe… Dalmatian? One girl liked to wear a feather boa and one girl had her hair in back and gold stripes.”

“Tiger-print,” Shaz said. “Once we’d seen a couple, it became easier to know what to look for. So we’re thinking we need something subtle. Anything too obvious and our man will be too intelligent to fall for it.”

“You’ve done your homework well on this one, guys,” Leo said, giving Shaz then Stewie a big smile.

“Indeed,” Jaze nodded. “It’s getting late. I suggest we meet early tomorrow and sort out where we are going to start our operation and just what you guys are going to play dress-up in.”

The tension in the room had fully dissipated as the four stood and bade their goodbyes. Jaze knew he was not happy with letting Stewie be on the street alone, even with Shaz, even with Leo and him monitoring. However, he also knew that if they were to continue in their current roles, he could not wrap Stewie in cotton wool, or keep him tied to their bed — however appealing the second thought might be.

As they headed to their car, Jaze shoved Stewie up hard against the wall where the bigger man knew the security cameras could not see. He devoured Stewie’s mouth, thrusting his tongue aggressively past his smaller mate’s teeth. He ravished Stewie’s mouth thoroughly, leaving his fiancé with kiss-swollen lips, dazed turquoise eyes and an erection tenting the chinos he wore. Jaze rubbed the tented cloth, earning a gasp and thrust from his lover.

“Only when I say so,” he growled into a small ear. “Car now,” he commanded.

Stewie strode ahead and got inside their vehicle, fastening his seatbelt immediately. He watched as his older mate sauntered slowly over, his smile one of promises to come and primal triumph.

Jaze slid in nonchalantly and turned slightly. He grinned as Stewie’s eyes opened wider. Their relationship was anything but secret, but neither conducted themselves with anything less that total professionalism whilst in work.

For a second or two, Stewie was convinced Jaze was going to kiss him again where the cameras *might*pick them up. Instead a knowledgeable hand slid up Stewie’s thigh, a tap indicating the bigger man wanted Stewie’s legs parting further. Stewie’s breath came in short gasps as Jaze unsnapped bursa escort bayan the button of his chinos and then ever-so-slowly lowered the zipper.

“I’m going to show you just who’s in charge, love,” Jaze husked. “And you are going to enjoy every second. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Stewie moaned. The low, sensual husk of his mate’s voice had the smaller man ready to accept being taken in full view of anyone who might pass. Instead, Stewie felt Jaze slip his hand inside his pants, locate the slit in his briefs and ease his erection from its confines. Stewie whimpered as the cool air hit his overheated flesh. His eyes locked with Jaze’s as the older man stroked and squeezed twice, encouraging pre-come to pool at the tiny slit. Stewie felt the calloused thumb slide over his flesh and then Jaze sucked the digit into his mouth.

“Sweet,” he rumbled. “Face forward,” he ordered. He started the engine and heard his mate’s gasp as Stewie realised they would be driving home with his erection at Jaze’s mercy.

Jaze drove very carefully. Only when he deemed it safe did he reach across to caress Stewie and keep the young man’s arousal simmering. As they parked the car, Jaze felt his own sex surge as he watched Stewie standing at their door, his erection hidden once more, but his pants still open. He pressed close up behind the slender body and reached around to pull Stewie’s hardness free of its confines and stroked, feeling the smaller man writhe against him.

“Inside,” he growled, unlocking their door. “Den.”

Stewie moved as swiftly as he could to their den. Once inside he stood and awaited his next command.

“Strip.”

Stewie’s hands flew to obey Jaze’s order until he stood naked and aroused before his still-dressed lover. He moaned softly as Jaze affixed his collar. The older man smiled at the exquisite picture his lover presented. He kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket, leaving the rest of his clothes in place.

“No words,” Jaze whispered, nipping at Stewie’s earlobe. “Except ‘please’, ‘more’ and ‘harder’.” His tongue slid inside the tiny canal eliciting a full shudder from the lithe blond. He moved behind his lover, grinding his clothed erection against naked buttocks as he began to tease Stewie’s nipples. He felt the smaller body lean trustingly into his as he began to mouth at Stewie’s bare shoulders. He turned the pliant body quickly and swung Stewie into his arms.

He strode upstairs. He wanted his mate in their bedroom. He wanted to show his mate who was dominant. He wanted to show Stewie just how much he was loved. He laid the smaller man on their bed.

“Hands,” he husked. He smiled as Stewie raised them to the headboard. The older man opted to use the central padded cuffs. These would keep his lover’s arms above his head and allow him to position Stewie on his back or stomach as Jaze wanted. At that moment Jaze wanted to gaze into Stewie’s expressive eyes. He secured his lover’s hands, and spread the smooth thighs apart, teasing the sensitive flesh. He watched as Stewie’s head thrashed and legs trembled as his lover fought to keep in the position Jaze had selected.

Jaze replaced fingers with tongue, licking slowly down one limb, nipping occasionally till he reached the foot. He sucked on the big toe slowly… deliberately, relishing the guttural groan from his young lover. He lifted the foot and nibbled on the arch, holding tightly as Stewie’s body instinctively tried to pull it away. He repeated the same action on the other foot and then licked and nipped up to where he had begun.

Already a thin sheen of sweat adorned Stewie’s body and the beautiful face was flushed. Jaze’s tongue slid up the crease of thigh and groin, ignoring the hard flesh that left a silver pool of desire on the toned abdomen of the bound man. Instead Jaze’s desire was focused on the perfect nipples that seemed to beg silently to be worshipped. He licked each areola till the flesh was tight and pebbled. He licked once over a pink bud before tugging on it with his teeth and finally sucking it into his mouth as Stewie moaned.

“Please, more.”

In response he tormented with fingers whichever bud was bereft of his mouth. He ground down, letting his clothed erection rub against Stewie’s naked shaft, earning more whimpers and begging.

“Please, harder.”

Jaze moved to just above the reddened teat he had been suckling and nipped, sucking hard. Stewie was going to be wearing Jaze’s mark on him in several places before the night was over. Jaze’s tongue slid sinuously to the junction of neck and shoulder. A moment later he brushed a butterfly light touch over the flesh eliciting a whimper from the smaller man. The next kiss was equally fragile, a barely there caress, the next built gently on that, as did the next until the smaller man pleaded.

“Harder, please, harder”

With a primal growl, Jaze fastened his teeth into his lover’s flesh and pinched iznik escort one of Stewie’s nipples. His fiancé cried out, hands pulling uselessly at their bindings to reach and hold Jaze in place. The big man eased back, licking at the mark he had made.

He flipped Stewie’s body effortlessly. He shoved a pillow under the slim hips and spread his lover’s legs wide. He knew the blond would not try and move against the pillow unless given permission. He nibbled at Stewie’s feet again, teasing his lover, before beginning a slow, open-mouthed ascent of warm, smooth skin. He by-passed the tempting creamy globes and the tightly furled flesh that awaited his pleasure. He lay on top of the smaller man and sucked on the bared nape of Stewie’s neck.

Stewie moaned piteously, the weight and scent of his lover had him so aroused he was certain he could come at a single word. The hard evidence of Jaze’s own arousal pressed against his buttocks, so close and yet nowhere near close enough. He wanted to beg to be taken, but that had been forbidden. Instead he formed a single word and put all his unspoken need and desire into it.

“Please.”

Jaze grinned with primal triumph. He stood up.

“Watch me.” As he began to remove his clothes, Stewie’s head was angled to see each piece fall to the floor. Jaze stroked his shaft, teasing his mate yet again. Jaze moved closer to the bed. He scooped a drop of his pre-come and offered it to the blond. He rumbled approvingly as Stewie licked the finger clean, gently nipping on the digit before Jaze withdrew it from his lover’s mouth. He traced the delicate features of his fiancé.

“I love you, Stewie” he husked. “So very much.”

He moved swiftly to kneel between the still-spread thighs. His tongue traced delicate patterns over the tight, creamy mounds.

“More, please.”

The soft plea reached Jaze’s ears and the bigger man spread Stewie open, gazing proprietarily at the tiny entrance to his mate’s body.

“Mine,” he growled.

His licked over the quivering pucker once…twice…then dove inside to a scream from his lover. Jaze thrust inside eagerly, holding his lover open to ravish thoroughly. He relished the incoherent, continual moans as his tongue stroked the hot, satin skin of his fiancé’s tight channel. He pulled out briefly to lick at Stewie’s sac. The older man could feel how high and hard the precious orbs it contained were and knew the blond was reaching the limits of his endurance. He resumed thrusting inside the silky passage, slower this time, running his hands soothingly over Stewie’s back.

He withdrew to a whimper of loss and turned Stewie onto his back. He bent down and licked clean his mate’s copious pre-come. He let Stewie watch as he coated his fingers with gel and slid them between the till-spread cheeks. He smiled as his lover’s eyelashes fluttered when he gently pressed inside the loosened entrance. He sucked slowly on the blond’s hard, red shaft, pressing his tongue against the sensitive vein as he caressed Stewie’s hidden jewel.

“Please, please, please.”

The desperate need in the last word sent a jolt of heat and lust through Jaze’s already throbbing shaft. He coated his rock-hard erection with the cool gel and thrust inside his lover in one swift, fluid motion. He reached to unlock Stewie’s restraints and, as slender arms encircled him, he began a hard, fast pace, striking Stewie’s sweetness over and over. He felt the smooth legs wrap around him, small heels digging insistently into his buttocks to urge him on faster, harder and deeper.

He obeyed the silent demand, his mouth seeking his mate’s, their kiss a clash of teeth as each man vied for greatest contact. Jaze’s tongue possessed his lover’s mouth to the same punishing tempo of his hips and he heard Stewie moan at the erotic onslaught.

“Come for me, come for me,” he growled, ramming his shaft against Stewie’s sweet spot, his lover’s arousal receiving friction from where it lay trapped between their toned stomachs. He bit hard at Stewie’s shoulder, tweaking an over sensitised nipple and Stewie erupted with a wail of need and release. Jaze groaned at the contractions around his shaft and, throwing his head back, roared Stewie’s name as his hot, wet juices flooded the clenching channel.

Jaze’s orgasm blasted through him in an explosion of white light, to leave him drained and slumped over his smaller mate. A part of him wanted to move so as not to crush the slighter man and as his eyes flicked to the beautiful face, Jaze could see Stewie was out cold. Jaze gave a contented purr and forced his body sideways, rolling them so that Stewie was no longer taking Jaze’s weight. Then he let his own eyes close.

****

Stewie opened his eyes slowly to see Jaze’s smiling face.

“Lover,” he moaned softly, angling his head for the kiss he craved. He nestled closer to the bigger body and then slid on top of his mate. gürsu escort He kissed Jaze gently and deeply, enjoying the feel of the hard, muscled body beneath him and the large, gentle hands that skimmed over his back and then cupped his buttocks, pulling his body close.

“Don’t take unnecessary chances, baby,” Jaze husked, as their kiss broke. “Come home safely to me. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

“I won’t, love,” Stewie promised, nuzzling against Jaze’s neck and shoulder before leaning up to lock gazes with the bigger man. “I’ll do the job; we’ll catch this guy and move on. You’re not going to lose me. Nothing is going to stop me walking up that aisle and marrying you. You’re stuck with me and I’m not going anywhere. Ok?” Stewie asked with his trademark smile.

“Ok,” Jaze sighed, enjoying the feel of the smooth, lithe form and the comforting weight. “How ’bout we order in some food and listen to music in the den?” Jaze added as Stewie licked and kissed playfully. As much as his sated sex might twitch with willingness, the older man knew that was as far as it would be going for a while.

“Sounds good to me,” Stewie grinned.

****

The two street walkers sashayed towards each other before exchanging a few words and giggling. One had close-cropped red hair, a red, clingy top, tartan mini skirt, tiger-striped, over-the-knee socks, and big black boots, a small bag that matched her socks was swung at her arm. The other was a long-haired blond who wore a short, black dress, sheer, black tights and black, low-heeled court shoes. She had a small black, sequined evening bag around her wrist and a zebra-print chiffon scarf around her neck.

Already two evenings had passed since Shaz and Stewie had commenced their undercover operation. The ‘new girls’ had attracted a lot of attention and periodically an unmarked police car stopped and one or other entered and drove off to perpetuate the illusion they had created. Although they seemed oblivious to what was around them, both were watching and listening intently. They were wired and closely monitored by Leo and Jaze.

“I don’t know how you can keep walking in those things,” Shaz groused, nodding at Stewie’s heeled shoes. “And I’m freezing in this get-up.”

“A relaxing footbath and a really good foot massage,” Stewie grinned. “And I know what you mean about cold. Maybe you could persuade Leo to indulge you in a foot massage tonight?”

“Have those stinking things anywhere near me? No way. Jaze, you’re a hero, man,” Leo’s dry voice came over the wire and Stewie and Shaz giggled.

“No more bedroom secrets, Stewie,” came Jaze’s growl and set them off again.

The only good thing was that whilst it was cold, it was also dry. However, hour after hour of walking up and down their designated ‘strip’ for the last two days was wearing on both Shaz and Stewie. The other working girls within the area had been told to avoid wearing anything that may resemble animal-print and it had been hoped that would focus attention on the undercover couple.

Stewie sighed as he took in the area he had to walk yet again. It was an industrial area and they were surrounded by large, dark warehousing. Some was almost decrepit and Stewie wondered how the owners avoided building safety regulations and prosecutions. He determined to pass on the addresses to friends to follow up. On the side of the road they walked, there was a solid brick wall, which offered some shelter from the cold wind and a sense of safety. Opposite, there were a few dark alleys. These had been checked out by uniformed police and the team assured that each ended in a dead end. Shaz and Stewie had walked a short distance up each to see for themselves and were happy enough with the assessment.

Stewie shivered. He was looking forward to being in his warm home with a hot lover taking care of him in another couple of hours. He still believed he and Shaz were doing the right thing, but was considering that perhaps another couple of decoys might just be a good idea.

“Heads up.” The warning had him stop and look around, even though he had been monitoring what was ahead of him. A woman was coming down the far end of the road he and Shaz walked. She passed Shaz, giving her a wide berth and staring at her. As she approached Stewie, she slowed to a stop.

“Why would you demean yourself like this?” Her voice was thick with undisguised loathing.

“Gotta live, honey,” Stewie said in the husky voice he had perfected.

“You destroy lives, pass on disease. It’s revolting. Your kind has no place in decent society.” She stormed off, leaving Stewie to stare after her.

“I don’t think I have a fan there,” he whispered into his mike.

“I still love you, baby.”

Stewie smiled, a feeling of warmth permeating his body to dispel a cold that had nothing to do with it being a winter’s evening.

Time moved on from night to early hours of the morning. Stewie nodded as Shaz hopped into an unmarked car for a quick ride around the block. The rides gave them a chance to thaw, a hot drink and a toilet break and Stewie was looking forward to his in the next hour or so. A noise on the other side of the road had him turning, but not quickly enough. He gave an inarticulate cry as the taser hit him and he dropped quivering to the ground.

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