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Chapter 5

“Would it be okay if I bite your wife’s nipples?”

“Excellent idea, Tom-Tom.”

Liz felt insane. Each of Tommy’s little nipple bites sent sparks into her pussy anyway, and to have it done to her while J watched made her want to explode. Not come, though she wanted that also. Just physically explode into a million pieces in front of him. She held her lips firmly together to keep from screaming, but sounds still escaped.

“Elizabeth, my dear wife, you’re making the most interesting noises.”

Tommy pulled off her tit briefly to answer. “I commanded her to stay silent while we made love. I think she likes that.”

“Tom-Tom, you are brilliant. I never thought of that. Yes, Elizabeth, for as long as it amuses me you will remain silent unless one of us specifically requires you to respond. Understand?”

She nodded. It was all she could do anyway as Tommy had moved to her other breast and was inflicting fresh torture on that nipple. She couldn’t take her eyes off J. When he watched her get her nipples bitten it seemed to double her excitement. She tapped her lips.

Tommy released the nipple she was biting. “That means she wants to say something.”

“Another innovation. Tom-Tom, I’m beginning to get a big crush on you. And you seem to really know how to bring out my wife’s submissive side, which she usually keeps well hidden except for me. Elizabeth, what did you want to tell us? Speak.”

“I just wanted to– to let you know– know–” Tommy had resumed the nipple torture. “When– when, my Love, you look at me–“

“It turns you on. Yes. And no doubt you’ll love it when I watch you eat our new friend’s pussy, isn’t that right?”

Liz jumped involuntarily, pulling Tommy’s lips off her. She’d been so focused on her fantasies of Tommy servicing J that she’d never thought of that. She felt embarrassed to think of doing it in front of her husband. Also stupid for not thinking it could happen.

J caressed Liz’s bare neck and shoulder while Tommy resumed her biting. “So, Tom-Tom, how did you envision this all happening?”

Tommy freed Liz’s nipple, an enormous relief. Liz relaxed, realizing she’d been on her toes. “She told me what you like.”

“Oh? I definitely want to know about that. Tom-Tom, tell me what I like.”

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They were at a local bistro, sharing a steak and salad. “I’m ravenous,” Tommy said.

All sorts of naughty comebacks occurred to Liz. Instead she said, softly to make sure no one else in the crowded restaurant heard, “That was a beautiful time with you. Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me?” Tommy replied around a mouthful. She put down her fork and knife. “I’m way ahead of you in orgasms, girl.”

Liz just smiled. She couldn’t stop smiling. She reached across the table to lightly touch Tommy’s hand, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Look, if you really don’t want go down on J, that’s okay. I probably pressed too hard.”

Tommy grabbed her wrist. Liz instinctively pulled back, but Tommy wouldn’t let go. “You’re not getting out of this.”

“That’s not what I meant. I’ll live up to my part of the bargain. You’ve got me. I’m just letting you out of your part. Maybe I asked too much.”

For the first time, Liz got to see what Tommy looked like pissed off. “Look, Elizabeth Moore, CEO, I’m half in love with you already, maybe more, and by the time Friday PM comes around I’ll either be totally in love with you or so over you I’ll hate you. That’s happened to me with other girls. Either way, well–” Tommy took her other hand, and now Liz was really scared someone she knew might see them– “If I’m totally in love with you then, of course, I’ll be happy to go down on your other lover if that gives you pleasure, even a guy, which I never thought I’d ever hear myself say. And eat his come. And even… what’s the hetero word? You know, when you straight girls share a guy’s stuff?”

“S-snowball?”

“Cute. I’ll even snowball with you. You like that?” Tommy appraised her face. “You’re blushing. I’ll take that as a yes. And if I hate you…”

“I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“It’s not totally under your control, and you’re not the first girl to make that promise. But if I hate you I’ll suck off your man in front of you just to show you who’s boss. Maybe no snowball, though. I’ll see what mood I’m in.” Tommy released her hands. “So… what’s your man’s fave?”

It took a minute and a few deep breaths for Liz to organize her thoughts.

“Come on, out with it. If I’m going to do your guy, I should know what you want me to do. And you want me to do his favorite things, right? Does he only like blow jobs?”

Tommy resumed consuming most of the steak while observing Liz’s struggle. At last Liz said, “Well, his fave right now is what I call the sandwich. I blow him, then I fuck him, then I blow escort beşiktaş him some more.”

“I like that. I bet he does too. Although it sounds more like a three-course meal. I think I’ll have you do that for me. But don’t get ideas, sex toy. I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”

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J looked at Liz, who was now struggling while Tommy tweaked her nipples. “Of course she told you what I like. But that’s what Elizabeth and I enjoy together. You know about Carl Jung? He once said that when two people meet, it’s like two molecules meeting in a chemical reaction. Either both parties are transformed, or neither is. Or words to that effect. I think that applies to sex also. So, Tom-Tom, Tommy, Tommasina, how do you see our… meeting?”

Tommy released Liz’s nipples. She kept her fingers in the waistband of Liz’s jeans. “I’m not sure. I mean, I’ve thought about this the last couple of days. I see myself on my knees, probably naked. Elizabeth watching– she seems to be obsessed with the idea of watching me and you, and that’s fine– but otherwise I just thought I’d go with the flow. You know–” She pulled Liz to her and wrapped an arm around her waist– “this has been a really interesting few days. It’s been sort of a new perspective. I’ve never been with a straight woman before, and never with one who is so, so in love with a man. It’s been eye-opening, to say the least. I’ve learned one or two things about myself.”

“Tell us.” He took a long sip from his drink and waited.

“Well, first, men. I’ve never been into men.”

“Me neither. We have that in common.”

Tommy laughed. “Yeah. My crushes were always girls. Pocahontas, that mermaid. When I was a little girl. And then in junior high and high school, other girls, though I never did anything. And then in college– I went to this local college– I tried boys, sure, all the girls did, but I also tried girls. And after the first girl or two, that was it.” She paused. “Why am I telling you all this?” She downed most of her drink. “Oh, well, I should lay it all out on the table. Like I already told your wife, when I’m with a girl I always take the male role, the dominant role. And that doesn’t always work. And I feel bad afterwards. And I did that with Elizabeth, and she is just so feminine–” Tommy kissed her on her bare ribs– “that, that, I guess my taking the male part worked for both of us.”

“Another Jungian concept,” J replied, “is the anima and animus. He believed that in the subconscious of every man is his feminine side, the anima; and inside every woman is the animus, her male side.”

“Yeah, yeah. That Jung guy is good.”

“Ever have dreams that you’re a man? Or where a man is the central character?”

“All the time. The thing with Elizabeth though, your wife– she really loves men, or at least one man. And I could feel that. And– jeez, this is going to sound really sappy and trite and romantic and all that, but– but– she made me want to be a better man.”

He nodded in agreement and lifted his half-empty glass to Tommy. “To Elizabeth, who makes us all better men.” He and Tommy touched their rims together.

“And,” Tommy continued, “she gives the most wonderful head.”

“She does, yes. And I can see that, like me, you’re really taken with her. Elizabeth, drop your pants.”

Liz didn’t quite believe the order. She hesitated at first to comply, then slowly unbuckled her belt and pushed her jeans down her legs, hoping the whole time that J would tell her he’d been joking and to pull them back up. She still wanted to see Tommy sucking J’s cock and didn’t understand why Tommy wasn’t already on her knees doing him. He had to be super horny after three days away and she thought she could already make out his erection within his suit pants. But if he wanted some girl-on-girl action first she could make herself wait. And be one of the girls.

“Play with my wife. I’m sure she’s wet.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” Tommy put her hand on Liz’s panties. “Very wet, captain. Danger of flooding.”

“Very good. Now, lieutenant Tom-Tom, play with my wife’s pussy while you tell me about how you were the male with her. I’m curious.”

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When they got back to Tommy’s place she was led to the living area that also had the kitchen-dining counter at one end, a typical one-bedroom apartment. Tommy turned on the TV and had some pop music play. “Do a strip tease for me. Dance.” She sat on her small love seat with Liz still standing in the middle of the small space.

Liz wasn’t much of a dancer. In fact, she was terrible at it and self-conscious. She began dancing, awkwardly because she was trying to take off her clothes at the same time and wasn’t doing either very well.

Tommy laughed. Liz stopped. “Keep going. I’m glad to see you’re bad at something. escort levent I was sure you’d be bad at pussy-eating, but…” She laughed again.

Liz finally got everything off but her panties and stopped dancing because she was afraid that she’d fall over if she tried to dance while getting them off. “Leave those on for now. Come here and take off my pants.”

She obeyed and there she was kneeling on the rug between Tommy’s bare legs. She’d been in this position before a thousand times with J. Always there was his strong, stiff cock like an obelisk waiting for her. Now there was a black forest.

“You know what to do, sex toy.”

Those thighs, pale ivory and so smooth, looked too inviting. She started there, kissing and rubbing her lips on them, licking, then biting. Then she found a spot right at the junction of pelvic muscles and leg where she could press her teeth on the muscles and tendons, biting down hard enough to make Tommy squirm.

“Ah, fuck, girl. You need to suck my pussy.”

She moved to the mirror spot on the junction on the other side and did the same thing.

“Come on, sex toy, get your tongue on that clit. I need to have my clit licked.”

But a quick look up told Liz that Tommy wasn’t displeased, just enjoying the dirty talk, the way Liz had enjoyed talking dirty to Annika. She pushed her tongue between Tommy’s folds, just the tip, and began exploring. She knew just where the clit was and licked everything, up and down, left side and right side, the extra-sensitive spots around the edge of her hole, the top just above the hood, everywhere but her clit.

“You little tease.” Tommy grabbed her head and directed her mouth to the target, helping with her hips. Liz did her best to miss the little bean even as Tommy pushed her this way and that, grinding her mouth against the pelvic bone and groaning, maybe in pleasure, maybe in effort, until Liz relented– she was teasing herself as much as Tommy– and sucked the little nub between her lips and licked and licked and licked.

“Unh! Unh!” Tommy let her head go and arched herself into Liz’s mouth, lifting her hips fully off the cushions. “Suck my lesbo pussy, straight girl. Suck it. More tongue. You have the best pussy-licking tongue.” And on and on like that. Unlike J, Tommy didn’t have a problem talking while she was getting eaten. Liz moved her head up and down in a rhythm as if nodding to the beat of whatever was playing now. Tommy quickly picked up on that and moved her pussy in the same rhythm and they were together finally, that’s how it felt to Liz, merged into a single source of sexual pleasure. The dirty talk faded away into rhythmic grunts.

She felt Tommy’s hands push her away and let the young woman’s sex slip out of her mouth. She looked up. Still holding her head, Tommy bent down and kissed her sopping wet mouth, spreading and adding to the mess the cunnilingus had made on her face rather than cleaning it up.

“Get up. Bedroom time.” Tommy led her by the hand to the bedroom where they had spent the afternoon. The bed was still a mess from their previous session, the toy still lying there. Tommy reached into the box that had held the vibrator and brought out another item, another cock-looking rod with fabric of some kind at one end and straps hanging down.

Liz touched a finger to her lips when she saw it.

“Go ahead, sex toy, speak.”

“I feel like such a pervert right now.”

“That’s because you are. You’ve been performing a series of homosexual acts on a gay woman in an effort to persuade her to perform a straight sex act on your husband, which is perversion on top of inside-out perversion. Would you like to feel even more perverted?” Tommy didn’t wait for an answer. “Kneel.”

As she complied, Tommy fitted the end of the rod with straps into her own crotch and tied the straps around her. She stepped to where Liz waited on her knees.

“I’ve been wanting to say this to you all day, Elizabeth Moore sex toy. Suck my cock.”

Liz obeyed, wetting the plastic rod as she would a cock, looking up into Tommy’s eyes to gauge her reaction.

Tommy pulled out. “What do you think about yourself now?”

“I may be a pervert, but I have standards. A living cock is incomparably superior. As I hope you’ll soon find out.” She took the dildo in her hands and worked whatever part of it was inside Tommy to fuck her with it. At the same time she bit on Tommy’s thigh.

“Okay, okay, wait.”

Liz sat back.

“So, what’s your favorite way to fuck your guy. The fuck part of that sandwich you mentioned. And what’s his favorite way to fuck you?”

Liz put a finger to her chin and pretended to contemplate her answer, which she already knew well. “I love cowgirl. And he– I think for him it’s a tossup between cowgirl and doggy.”

“Get those panties off and get on the bed. Hands and knees. Doggy time for sex toy.”

She did that and soon Tommy was behind her, the strap-on at her cunt. Tommy grabbed escort maslak her hair from behind and pulled her onto the rod, working it in as Liz’s juice wetted it. Then she got fucked. Tommy fucked pretty well and the dildo, of course, stayed stiff as can be. It felt good, but she could already tell it would never make her come.

“How’s this?”

“I have to admit it feels good. But cock is still about a million billion times better. You’ll see.”

“Maybe I will. How about this?”

Liz’s pussy hummed in bliss as the vibrator pressed against her. Her legs turned to shivering water and her spine tried to curl back in a circle as the pleasure again incapacitated her. She collapsed on her side onto the mattress with Tommy still fucking her and the vibrator now pressed even harder against her and again she came quickly. This time Tommy didn’t let up and the orgasm went on a long, long time. Tommy pulled the dildo out of her eventually but kept the vibrator on her so that the orgasm, or orgasms, she couldn’t tell anymore, continued. Tommy seemed to know how to coax the last little bit of orgasm out of her, even when Liz thought she couldn’t possibly come anymore. Tommy was, after all, a woman and knew what to do with a woman. Though J also knew. And J had the advantage that his living cock could feel inside her and seemed to know itself what to do to her.

Tommy let her go finally and she rolled back, trying to uncramp her legs. She felt Tommy’s hand on her sex, but it only covered and held her. It was soothing. Fingers brushed back her hair, now a total mess from the perfect coif Tommy had created. Liz shocked herself realizing it had only been a few hours previous. Yet it seemed an entire age ago.

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“Fascinating, and very hot,” J said. “I’m learning more and more about my wife.”

Liz put a finger to her lips. She’d been making tiny sounds– Tommy had been rubbing her clit through her panties while telling the story– but had been able to keep from speaking. Now she was bursting.

“I know what you’re going to say. Cock is incomparably better. I would be the last person to argue with you on that. But she did make you come, and pretty hard, from the sound of it. So the question is not which is better, it’s how are they different? What is the different character of each? Speak.”

“It’s– it’s way too early to tell.”

He laughed. “I see. My wife wants more lesbian sex. But right now you need to give me your first impressions.”

“Is he always like this?” Tommy asked her. Tommy’s finger relented from its pressure on her clit.

“He’s a terror in board of directors meetings.” She drew herself up. “Well– well, when Tommy made me… come, it felt like I was being forced.” She stroked Tommy’s cheek. “Which I loved. Forced to come. Who wouldn’t love that? And the orgasms all came on really fast and were really hard. That’s a special kind of pleasure.”

“And when I make you come?”

“Oh my God, with you, my Love, with your cock way up inside me, it’s like you’re releasing some inner part of me. It’s not like you’re making me, it’s like your cock is a giant key that unlocks something, and I just switch on and glow inside and the orgasm rises out of me from somewhere down there and takes over. It just happens naturally, no forcing. And lasts and lasts and lasts.”

“That’s wonderful. And is that what led you to…?” He motioned toward Tommy.

Liz realized that he had not yet touched Tommy, except to shake hands. And the hand-kiss that now had become a pattern with the women she brought him. “Yes. Your happiness, my Love, is my happiness.” She wanted to take that hand he’d gestured with and force it to touch Tommy. Anywhere would do.

“You know that saying,” J said to Tommy, “no good deed goes unpunished? Well, my loving, devoted wife here is doing me the most incredible, spectacular, fabulous good deed. That is, Tom-Tom, you. Therefore I have no choice but to punish her in the most exquisite way I can. I suspect you agree with that sentiment.”

“Totally. Really appeals to that animus you mentioned.”

He chuckled. “Shall we torture her even more?”

Tommy laughed in return.

“Tom-Tom, on your knees.”

Tommy got on her knees in front of him.

“Elizabeth, kneel down next to her. Don’t touch. Tom-Tom, open my pants and take out my cock.”

The women complied. His cock stuck straight out at Tommy. “Nice underwear,” Tommy commented.

J winked at Liz. “Now, Tom-Tom, put your pretty lips as close as you can to my cock, but don’t touch. Look at her.”

Liz was trembling so hard she was having trouble keeping her balance even on her knees. She put her finger to her lips, tapping and tapping, not able to take her eyes off her gay lover’s lips and her husband’s cockhead.

“No, Elizabeth, you may not speak. Stop asking. Tom-Tom, hold my balls in one hand. Yes, nice. And continue holding my cock in the other. Excellent. So, Tom-Tom, this is going to be your first blow job, is that right?”

“Yes. First full one, where I… you know.”

“I know very well. And the agreement is that you don’t have to do this. You have already enjoyed my wife in the most intimate ways. Correct?”

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“I want you fuck my wife in front of me,” says Teage.

Devon looks at the text and feels himself becoming hard right away. But his brother calls him over the sound of a pinball table from around the corner of the kitchen.

“Dev! Come over here and look at this!” he says.

“I’m coming,” Devon says… Almost, but not really.

Devon takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down. But then more texts start pouring in.

A Photo of Teage’s wife, Paige.

Teages wife is the fantasy hot wife he’s masturbated to almost on a daily basis. The first photo that comes in is a boudoir style shot done by a photographer. She’s laid out on a bed, upside down, looking into the camera. Her steel blue eyes are cold as steel against the dark eyeliner of her pristine makeup. Long black hair with tints of red swirl on the white bed. The tattoos that grace her bare white chest line her collar bones and descend into full sleeves on the shoulders. The black corset she wears is pulled down to the waist, holding a set of garters that connect to sheer black stockings that match the intensity of her makeup. Her red smile is enough for him to imagine the words coming out of her luscious mouth.

*Use me.*

“Dev! Come on, you’re going to miss this!” says his brother. The pings of the high scores on the ancient 80s table sound loudly in the house. With sensitive and musical ears, Devon can hear the out-of-tune pings and the combination of plastic noises that are unpleasant. It drowns out the sound of what Paige’s voice might sound like.

Devon takes another deep breath to control himself and sets his phone down. He opts for a large sweater to hide himself, already feeling his boxers soiled.

He hears Paige’s voice in his head, even though he’s never heard it in person.

Devon stays hard as he watches his brother play with the pinball machine, still imagining her voice.

—

The conversation with Teage later that evening escalates into a full head spin for Devon. He can’t believe his luck from a simple message that he thought would never be seen. But Teage is almost more excited than he is, which he feels is impossible.

“So what turns you on the most about this?” texts Devon to Teage.

“It’s like watching porn for me. But instead, I get to watch my wife play it out in person. And then I get to join in and play it out too. We discovered this recently and it’s probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life. Have you done this before?” texts Teage.

“No. Not really. But it’s been a long fantasy of mine,” text Devon.

“Well, what’s that fantasy? What would you like her to do when you get here later?” asks Teage.

Devon feels his head spinning with excitement as the list of his wants start to rise.

As he thinks, another photo of Teages wife comes in.

“Perhaps a little inspiration for you?” texts Teage.

The photo is salacious almost beyond the words that Devon can use to describe. This one is a close up of Paige. She holds her tight breasts together, tattoo’s on full display as she’s stark naked. From her mouth pours white liquid. A mixture of fake cum and runs down her chin and onto her naked chest. It makes a mess of the necklace that she wears in black and white lettering. He lets the imaginary sound of her voice take over his mind once again.

*Yes Daddy.*

And it’s that combination of imagery, the words, that ring in Devon’s ears just right. He feels his wants come to the surface and the words start to type into the text box of his phone.

“This is what I want,” text Devon.

—

Devon stands outside of the hotel room door of Teage and Paige and he can hear the music. It’s part of his playlist, the one he sent to Teage that morning. The sound soothes him and reminds him of his greatest desire. He grows hard as he stands in the doorway, letting the adrenaline pump through him and the music arouse him.

He knocks.

Teage answers the door with a black t-shirt and messy blonde hair. Devon can hear the excited vibrations in Teages voice as he shakes his hand in greeting and lets him in.

The hotel room is clean and warm with the smell of vanilla. Devon can hear the low hum of the air conditioning combined with the traffic from several stories below their room.

And standing in front of the windows is Pagie.

“Here you go,” says Devon pointing into the room.

Standing there in black high heels and gothic black lingerie, she twirls her dark auburn hair and smiles. She’s got her hands on her hips and twists around slightly to let Devon see her figure.

“Hi there,” she says.

Her voice is high and hits a frequency inside Devon’s ear that makes his sense tingle. There are also twinges of excitement in her voice, but a confidence and readiness that escort osmanbey makes her sound in command. He feels himself go stiff.

“So,” says Teage, coming up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder, “We’ve been looking forward to this, haven’t we, Honey?” he asks her.

She twists like an innocent school girl.

“So much. I can’t wait to tell you some of my naughtiest stories,” she says.

The way she speaks makes Devon weak in the knees.

She walks up to him as Teage goes to sit on the couch in the hotel room. He spreads his legs and makes himself comfortable as Pagie lets her manicured fingers trace up Devon’s shirt.

“I got your playlist. Teage is going to be the DJ. Are you ready for me?” she asks.

All Devon can do is nod.

Teage gets his iphone and queues the music to the playlist that Devon sent over. It fills the room just at the right level. He hears the music beat start and his eyes close as his fantasy begins.

—

## Song 1 – *The Machine* by Reed Wonder

Pagie wraps her hands around Devon’s shoulders. He kisses her gently at first and tastes her lips. She wears strawberry lip gloss that makes every lick of her tongue against hers sweeter than the last. His hands wrap around her waist, feeling her firm body that now presses into him. Paige sends a short moan over the music into Devon’s lips that makes the sensation hit his ears. The frequency of the song and her moan align. He feels himself become hard as he’s ever been.

Paige pulls back and puts her mouth near Devon’s ear.

“I’ve been with a lot of guys who have used me, just like you’re about to,” she says.

Devon feels the adrenaline shoot down his body and he cannot help but let his head lean back as he lets out a soft moan of his own. He grabs her ass hard and his hand snakes up the curve of her back. He presses her into him.

“I like being used like a slut. Being treated like a cum dumpster just turns me on to no end and I can never get enough,” she continues.

Devon runs his hands through her hair and then one over her breast. He cups her, then kisses her neck as she continues.

“The fuck me like they love me. Like their machines and I’m their toy they can make something out of. And it always starts in a very particular way.”

“Tell me,” says Devon.

As she begins, the next song comes on.

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## Song 2 – *Can We Kiss Forever?* by Kina

“We had a party last week. Two guys came over. Big white cocks. They started to kiss me like this,” she says.

She comes close to his lips and they toy with each other. He can smell the remnants of her lip gloss over her as they kiss gently. They rock to the music, her hips pressed right into Devons. His hand continues to explore her breasts, making her inhale with pleasure as he does. Her hands explore his chest, finding the buttons on his shirt and slowly undoing them as they continue to kiss.

“I traded kisses back and forth as they ran their hands over me, just like you’re doing now. And then one of them pushed me into the wall,” she says.

As Devon’s shirt comes off, he thrusts his hands out on her chest and pushes her into the hotel wall. His energy, now rising with the pulse of the music, makes him grab her hands and put them above her head. He rocks his hips into her, kissing her softly still and using his tongue to play on the outside of her lips.

“One kissed one side of my neck while the other ravaged my tits. He reached his hands into my panties and began to finger me. Making me feel so wet and like a toy slut,” she said.

The thought and image enters Devon’s mind as he imagines the two men on her. It makes him ravenous and he begins to thrust his hips harder into her. He pulls back and puts a hand on her neck, looking at her in her gorgeous blue eyes. He then slides a hand down into her panties, teasing her around her clit and threatening to go inside. She responds by riding her hips forward, trying to tease his fingers inside her for what she really wants. She moans, and the vibration hits Devon again.

—

## Song 3 – *Show Off* by SoMo

Devon can’t contain himself anymore. He grabs her by the neck and leads her by the bed and pushes her on it. She flops on the sheets, letting her beautiful hair fly onto the sheets. He looks at her and sees the parallel to the photo that was sent to him earlier. She spreads her legs and begins to touch herself.

“I wanted to put on a show for them. And let them really get hard watching me,” she says.

Teage, now turned on from watching, gets up and comes over to the bed and stands next to Devon. They both slowly stroked themselves over Pagie as she began. She moans as she talks, and the combination of sounds from her and escort kağıthane the gasps of breath make Devon imprint them in his mind with the music in the background.

She teases her panties off, bringing her legs together above her and slides them up. She looks out behind her legs to watch Devon, letting her blue eyes do all of the smiling for her. Devon begins to stroke himself faster as she widens her legs and uses her fingers to part her labia. The strings of her wetness show how ready she is.

“They gave me toys to fuck myself with. One was a huge dildo and I used both of my hands to slide it into myself. They started to really get turned on while I was fucking myself with it. Just like you two are now,” she says.

She slips two fingers inside of herself and she arches her back, running a hand up her body to her hair. Devon lets the music mix with the imagery of her grinding on the bed, fingering herself, and moaning out in between beats. He feels particular gears in his mind start to click. Ones of satisfaction.

—

## Song 4 – *Code Red* by Darci

The new beat comes on and it livens her movements. The energy in the room starts to change and Devon can feel it.

Following the outlined fantasy of Devon, Teage goes to the other side of the bed. He takes his throbbing cock out. Pagie gets up on her elbows and smiles at Devon.

As she smiles, she starts to lick Teages cock as Devon watches. She giggles and laughs, moaning as she takes more of Teages cock into her mouth, never taking eye contact off of Devon.

Devon starts to stroke himself more, listening to her moans and the music, as he darts his eyes between her sucking on her husband, her luscious hot body, and her fingers that are now going in circles around her clit.

Saliva starts to come down on her chin as she sucks and strokes her husband. She marvels and giggles as Devon’s face changes to pure want.

“After a while, both of the guys just came over and started to fuck my mouth. They went hard and made me take their cocks into my throat. And oh my fucking god it felt good to have my mouth used like a pussy. I wanted to be made a mess of and used like a slut,” she says.

Teage takes his wife by her red hair and pushes her onto his cock, making her take it deep. She’s an expert and it slides down her throat with ease. She goes all the way to the hilt, then sneaks a tongue out to lick his balls. She turns a watery eye toward Devon. As she pulls out, the sound of her inhale combined with a moan makes Devon weaker in the knees. The want inside of him builds as the song starts to come to its next conclusion.

—

## Song 5 – *On The Way* by Russ

Teage starts to face fuck his wife right in front of Devon. Paige starts to touch herself with the same hard vigor, bringing herself to orgasm right in front of them both. Devon feels the rush from watching, seeing Paige start to cum and see her cream develop on her fingers.

She pulls out and begins stroking Teage.

“By the time they were done with me, my face was a mess.” As she says this, she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out and letting the remnants of Teage slide down and drip onto her. She uses her hand that she touched herself with and begins to smear her own face.

“You want to see me a mess then use my pussy?” she asks Deavon.

“Yes. I want you to be as messy as possible. I want cum all over your face,” he says.

Hearing that makes Paige smile and giggle between her moans of pleasure. She strokes her husband as he grunts, getting close. Then Paige opens her mouth just as her husband is tipped over the edge. He grabs her by the hair and then uses his own cock to shoot his cum right into her mouth and over her lips. He cums hard, flowing over her face and forehead as he does. Paige moans out loud.

And the entire time, she keeps her eye contact with Devon. The image of her being made a mess makes him ready for him to use her like a slut. Just the way he wants.

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## Song 6 – *Slaves* by Xuitcasecity

Teage pulls back and sits on the couch to watch the rest of the show as Devon completely disrobes. Paige giggles more and moans out loud with a wide open mouth as she marvels at the size of Devon.

“Come and fuck me while I tell you the rest of the story,” she says.

Immediately, Devon takes her legs and pulls her to the edge of the bed. He slides into her with complete ease. He feels her warmth, her wetness, and the tightness of her pussy as he goes all of the way in.

She moans in surprise and lets Devon pump into her slowly. The cum on her face drips down as she continues her story.

“They both took turns fucking me as hard as they could. I’d cum on one big white cock, then they’d trade escort mecidiyeköy me back and forth like a slutty toy to make me cum again. They filled me up so many times. I was such a mess. It made me feel like a slutty slave.”

Seeing her so messy and hearing it combine more images in Devon’s mind. He fucks her harder. And the more he does, the more Paige enjoys it. She holds eye contact with him, playing with her tits as he enjoys her pussy. She smiles big as Devon gets close to cumming.

“I felt like such a slut being used like that. I like being a hot wife cum dumpster and taking so many loads. I felt so fucking alive,” she says.

Devon takes her by the hips and begins to thrust as hard as he can, pumping his dick into her faster and faster. She starts to scream in pleasure, egging him on with more moaning and encouragement. She plays with her spit and lets more cum drip out her mouth as she smiles. Devon starts to pound her rhythmically with the music as it comes to its next song.

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## Song 7 – *Ride* by SoMo

Devon is ready to use Paige as his personal fuck slave. He comes out of her and reaches for her neck, pulling her up off the bed. He lays down on it.

“Get on top of me and ride me,” he says. He turns to Teage, who is touching himself on the couch.

“Teage, fill her mouth up and make more of a mess of her,” he says.

Paige mounts Devon and slides her wet pussy over his cock. She starts to grind on top of him and squeezes her pussy around his cock. Devon feels it and thrusts his hips up into her as she bounces beautifully over him. She moans louder, touching her tits and her clit as they continue.

“Do you like seeing me Filthy? With cum coming out of my mouth?” she asks Devon.

There’s a desperation and a high frequency in her voice that he identifies as her in extreme pleasure. He can’t take it anymore and feels himself start to climax.

Just as he’s about to, Teage comes over and takes his wife’s chin in his hand. He carries a bottle of fake white cum. Paige looks at Devon with blue eyes on fire.

“Want me more dirty Daddy? Make me your cum slut?” she asks.

All Devon can do is grunt and fuck harder.

Teage tips his wife’s head back and pours in a big helping of the fake cum. Holding it in her mouth as she continues to grind over Devon, Teage sticks his fingers into her mouth and makes it overflow. She moans as the mess drips down her chin and neck, down all over her lingerie. She turns back and looks at Devon, grinding on him. She then lets more of it out, letting him watch.

Devon watches her messy mouth and the sound she moans out as she lets it come out. It makes him climax harder than he ever has.

Paige can feel it and fucks him harder, squeezing herself to milk him of every drop.

## Song 8 – *Bad Intentions* by Niykee Heaton

As Devon pants, out of breath, from his orgasm, he looks at Paige above him. She’s incredibly turned on and ready for more.

He takes her by the neck and throws her on the bed.

Teage comes over, hard and ready, and takes his wife by the throat. He fucks her hard, feeling the sloppy seconds come out of her as he thrusts.

Paige doesn’t take her eyes off of Devon as he rises, watching her be used a second time.

“My god, your cum feels so fucking good in me. Makes me so fucking wet for my husband. You like watching me be a dirty slut wife?” she asks Devon.

He nods, and he watches Teage break a sweat as he fucks his wife harder and harder. It makes Paige start to moan overwhelmingly. It takes no time before Teage is climaxing, filling his wife once again.

“I want more cum. Just like the other guys who filled me up and made a mess. I want it again. I want you,” she says, reaching out to Devon.

Teage pulls out. Her creampie is so sexy that Devon is hard, erect, and ready again.

And Devon feels the sound, the smell, and the feeling of Paige once again. The passing back and forth of her, over and over again to watch her be used by the other, continues throughout the night until she’s a smattering of wet and dry cum glazed over almost all parts of her body.

After several hours, all three collapse onto the bed.

And Devon listens to the sweet sound of her breathing. The satisfied breaths of a woman well-used. He feels her in the dark room, her skin warm and wet from fluids shared between them all.

He falls asleep hearing her voice in his head.

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## Her Voice

Devon is home the next day and sitting at his computer, ready for work. The sound files from his studio work for editing sit in front of him. But he just sips his coffee, thinking about the night before.

He looks down at his phone. A text from Paige comes in.

It’s a sound file.

“Good morning hot stuff,” she begins, “As requested, here’s my voice recounting our wonderful time last evening. Hope you like it.”

Devon feels himself go hard as he listens to her voice, recounting the story of how she felt and what she liked the night before.

The sound of Paige is his new favorite kind of music.

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I survived. When it would be all said and done, and we’d pull back into homeport, it would be 272 days of deployment, a little over nine months of being away from loved ones, and the normalcy of America.

“Great job, Sailor,” said Tannebaum, as he emailed me two weeks before we’d pull into homeport. “I’ve been keeping tabs on you. You’ve done excellent as I see you’ve acclimated nicely. Just wish I was there to see you during your…..’breakthrough.’ Is Ed being good to you? What about Jose? Teaching you any new tricks?”

I smiled, for I’d become the trick. That day, when the two of them broke me in, was the beginning of a different monster as now, I couldn’t get enough cock.

“They certainly introduced me to new heights,” I told him.

“I’ll bet they did. My young buck, now you’re open like a 7-11. I love it. Maybe one day, when you’re putting on rank, you and I could celebrate, and I further “guide you” on your “progression,” he added.

I was squirming in my seat. He started all this, and though he left the way he did, if he was to come into my presence where we could be behind closed doors, I’d thank him properly by dropping to my knees and putting that meat in my mouth. It was only right.

“Keep being the good Sailor you are, in all facets. I’ll certainly be in touch, and maybe even be at the pier when you guys pull in,” he messaged last.

I was surely hard and dripping, thinking of the possibilities. After reading the message twice, the office phone rang.

“Seaman Martinez. Good evening. Can you stop past my stateroom real quick? It’s important,” said the skipper.

Captain Gerard, our commanding officer, usually called the office when he needed things from the yeomen, to include running correspondence to a part of the ship, or passing some sort of message. I got up, and headed that way, knocking on his door, as his stateroom was maybe a level above us, and just a few paces.

“Hey there, Seaman Martinez,” he said. “Can you take this envelope to the engineering department for me? I’d really appreciate it. Seaman Martinez?”

I was stuck on him looking different out of uniform, as his hair appeared to be wet from a shower, and I noticed his chest pubes being exposed from his robe not being completely closed. He caught me staring.

“Yes sir, I’ll take care of that right away,” I told him.

He winked, smiled, then I walked away as he shut the door, with me not being able to unsee what I just saw. The skipper, a pilot who was maybe six feet tall, and 175 to 180 lbs., was a hunk in the flesh, escort bakırköy as never before did I give him a second look until now. I did as requested in dropping off the envelope, then returned to the office, playing video games when our j-dial rung again.

“Good evening, Admin, Seaman Martinez speaking, how can I help you sir or ma’am,” I said.

“I know how you can help me. I forgot to tell you something, but I need to see you in person, I don’t feel comfortable speaking over the phone.”

It was the skipper. I dropped the phone and ran without hesitation, as if it was a fire drill. I knocked on his stateroom door again, only for it to be cracked slightly for me to enter.

“Come in,” he said.

His desk light was on, as was his mounted 65 inch television, it’s reflection bouncing off his naked body, as well as Ed’s, as the two of them were laying in the skipper’s bunk.

“Martinez, or Cameron, come lie down with the skipper,” Ed said.

He never called me by my first name.

Ed got up, his nude, muscular silhouette one to drool over, while I laid directly beside the hairy hunk of the skipper on the mattress.

“Bet you never thought you’d be here, huh Cameron,” he asked me. “I’ve had my eye on you since indoc. Kid, you’re something else.”

That was a long time, over a year, that the skipper, of all people, was checking me out over at least 5,000 people. We began kissing, with the skipper rolling on top of me, inserting his warm, slender body between my knees. Our hands clasped, as our tongues raged on each other, our body heat exchanged in the process.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, and well, I had to see for myself,” he said. “Oh, and behind closed doors, it’s Terry, or sir.”

“Yes sir,” I said, as I didn’t feel comfortable in calling our commanding officer by his first name, even in this instance.

I felt his middle finger penetrate my hole, while he started kissing, sucking on my neck, getting me all hot and bothered in the process.

“Where’s your spot baby? Right here,” he asked.

I gasped, as he touched my prostate directly, just rubbing it slightly to get me going.

“That’s his spot, sir, look at his face,” Ed said. “He loves his hole being played with like that.”

“Well imagine when I stick this fat, white cock in that twat of his, how good it’s gonna feel. What you say, boy, you want some big, white captain cock,” skipper asked.

I was tantalized by the words he was speaking, and the way he was rubbing my nipples, circling escort mecidiyeköy them with both of his pointer fingers, having my ass lips quiver. Getting fucked by the skipper seemed to be a different type of privilege, a double edged sword of sorts as not only was he the man in charge of the ship (added perks involved, perhaps), he was sexy as fuck.

“You’re not answering quick enough for me, so let me convince you,” he said.

He reached down and put my left nipple in his teeth, not biting, but nibbling, while trying to look up at me. Ed then came over, putting a knee on the bunk, then his cock on my lips, while the skipper was working on my chest.

“Open up, mijo,” Ed said to me, as he slid his cock in my mouth, hitting the right side of my cheek.

Ed commenced to face fucking me, while the skipper went down on me, pushing my legs up as he took my cock in his mouth. He was better than Tannebaum at oral, slurping and slobbering on my knob, while applying tough pressure through his lips.

“Damn sir, you’re an animal down there,” Ed said to him.

I never imagined my commanding officer giving me head, and the best I’d experienced. This man had many stresses on his plate, as it seemed he took it through the gobbling of my cock.

“Yeah, get him good,” said Ed.

Ed was rocking his pelvis back and forth while my lips caressed that cock, with the skipper now licking my twat like a thirsty cat. His tongue tickled my rosebud, as he was having his turn tasting me.

“Think he needs to get fucked, master chief,” the skipper asked Ed.

“Most definitely sir. You get a chance to see what you been missing out on,” Ed responded.

The skipper got up, then grabbed some nearby Jergens lotion, stroking his fat stick with it as Ed kept his cock in my mouth.

“Keep your legs up, baby, I’m going in,” said the skipper.

His cock head was small, but his adjoined shaft was what made the impactful entry into me, as I wailed loud enough for others in vicinity of the space to hear.

“Yeah buddy, open up for sir,” he said to me. “Take that cock.”

I would, and felt his pubes hitting my walls as he had my hole completely full. Ed reached over my waist, and began stroking my cock, taking his hand from the top of the head, down to the base, and on repeat.

“Yeah, baby, that feels good, doesn’t it,” asked the skipper.

I was flinching, as the combination of the skipper penetrating me, and Ed jerking me, made me feel electricity. There was a certain heat running escort ataköy through my body, so much that caused excitement and enough precum to where Ed didn’t need any of that lotion to jerk me off.

“Oh sir,” I cried out. “Please don’t stop.”

He would, pulling that big dick out of me and making my ass whistle.

“Come finish him off, master chief. I want some of that head, too,” said the skipper.

“Turn that ass around, mijo,” he told me.

I’d get on my stomach, with master chief behind me, inserting himself into my gushy hole, while I sucked my juices off the skipper’s still raging cock. I could barely suck it, for he was super large. He at first tried pounding my face, inspired by Ed wrecking my ass from behind, but I couldn’t stop gagging, even begging for the skipper to stop.

“Bitch, you can’t suck cock? What a shame,” he told me. “Open your mouth, I’m gonna jerk this load on your tongue.”

I’d open my mouth, whimpering as Ed was banging me from behind, his long cock venturing deeper into my canal. The skipper was jerking his cock at a restless pace, grunting and moaning as he wa trying to release his seed.

“Put your mouth to that cock head, you better not lose a drop,” Ed told me.

“Oh yeah, its coming. It’s getting loose. Oh yeah,” said the skipper.

He released what looked like sprinkles, then ribbons of nut as I got my mouth on the tip at the right time.

“Ohhhhhh shit,” Ed whimpered.

I felt his jizz trickling into my ass, with him pushing his dick in deeper to reinforce the breeding. When the skipper finished, he pulled away, and sat at his work desk, while Ed fell forward and laid on top of me, trying to catch his breath.

“Master chief, you been holding out on me all this time? Why didn’t you tell me Seaman Martinez was such a good sport,” asked the skipper.

“I’d just recently found out myself. Its shame now, that we’re almost home, and we go back home to our wives,” said Ed.

I was a little disgusted they’d discounted their spouses, despite the fact I’d become the premier whore for all E7 and above onboard.

“At least you two have someone to go home to,” I said to them.

“Well kid, there will be times a captain needs a little relief. I’ll need you to make yourself available at times as this old pilot needs to get his rocks off with someone who’s worthy,” said the skipper.

Ed pulled out of me, and got up, while the skipper hopped back in the shower. I gathered my clothes, and rushed out of the stateroom, hoping no one heard all the noise, or worse, saw that I contributed. Two weeks later, when we pulled in, I saw both skipper and master chief leaving the ship, and walk onto the pier to kiss and hug their wives, as if what happened on this deployment never happened. I simply smirked, as I knew in the future, they, or their counterparts, would need me again.

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SPOILER ALERT — SPOILER ALERT — SPOILER ALERT — SPOILER ALERT — SPOILER ALERT

This story takes place BEFORE Chapter Four of the White Boy Discovers BBC main series. This chapter will contain SPOILERS if you have not yet read Chapter Four. Read Chapter Four First!

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Initial contact

Alex sat outside of a coffee shop at a small table alone as he drank his iced coffee. He had a little bit of free time between his classes and needed a quick pick-me-up drink to get him through the rest of the day. While the warm sun was blocked by an umbrella attached to the table Alex sucked the ice coffee out of the straw and turned the pages of the book he was looking at. As he looked down he saw a shadow of a man move behind him. Alex turned to look up but the figure had already started to speak to him.

“Hey whiteboy. Your Cole’s friend right?” Marcus asked standing over the blonde haired college freshman.

“Yes – Marcus right?” Alex replied back remembering the one and only time several months ago when he had met Marcus and Jamal while he was grabbing lunch with Cole.

Thinking back on that first meeting Alex remembered that Cole had acted a bit odd around Marcus and Jamal. Alex never really found out why and he never bothered to ask. Before another word could be exchanged Marcus sat down across from Alex placing his backpack under the table.

“That sun sure is beating down today – a whiteboy like you should have some sunblock on to protect that pale skin” Marcus said with a chuckle refering to Alex’s pale and freckled skin.

“I’m sure ill be fine” Alex laughed back but sensing an undertone with Marcus.

“So how has the year been going for you? You like the school?” Marcus asked.

“Oh ya im taking some extra classes to hopefully graduate a year early.” Alex answered.

“A year early? Why do you want to finish up college so fast? Dont you want to enjoy the college years? Go to parties – meet people – get fucked – ” Marcus questioned laying on a bit more emphasis with the last part of his question.

“All that is fun but I’m looking to get into medical school and thats a lot of work. Gotta prep now and the faster I go the faster i can move on to the next phase.” Alex explained to Marcus whos eyes were wandering up and down his body.

“Do you wanna be a doctor?” Marcus asked.

“Maybe – or a nurse. I’m not quite sure yet.” Alex replied feeling a bit embarrassed that he didnt have his whole life planned out in his freshman year of college.

“A nurse? thats more of a girly job. Although you look like you have a more feminine figure anyway.” Marcus commented taking Alex’s ice coffee and taking a sip from it his eyes keeping contact with Alex’s.

Alex was a bit surprised at what Marcus had said. He was unsure if Marcus was trying to insult him by commenting on his physical appearance or if Marcus thought that was some kind of compliment.

“Well Alex. Good luck with being a nurse. I’m sure I’ll see you around again.” Marcus said standing up and patting the boy on top of his blonde head before walking away.

Alex felt a bit strange about the encounter. Marcus wasnt really mean or rude but something about the interaction just felt a bit off to him. He thought of texting Cole and asking more about Marcus but figured it was nothing. Alex took another sip from his ice coffee relizing half way though the sip that Marcus had put his mouth on the straw and that he had now cucked in some of his spit. The young man then chose to throw out the rest of his drink and head on to his next class.

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Second Contact – Teasing and Seduction start

About a week had gone by since Alex had his interaction with Marcus. He never bothered mentioning any of it to Cole even though he had been with him several times since. Alex thought he had seen Marcus passing around the campus a few times but they didnt really interact. But one time he did pass Marcus in the dorm hallway on the way to see Cole. Alex had thought he would be nice and said hello to him. Marcus just gave him a smile back with a ‘hey nurse boy’ as he walked by. Again Alex couldnt tell what Marcus meant with his words – ‘nurse boy’ wasnt insecurely an insult but it did make him feel a bit on odd to have this bigger stronger black man call him things like ‘whiteboy’ or ‘nurse boy’ but he wasnt sure why.

A few days after that Alex ran into Marcus again in the halls of Cole’s dorm. Alex had plans to hang out with Cole but he was not picking up his phone so he chose to swing by the dorm to see if Cole was there. He went up to Cole’s floor and over to his dorm door.

“Cole you there?” Alex asked as he knocked on the door.

Alex thought he heard movement inside but no one came to the door. He decided to send Cole one last text telling him he was going to be in the dorm lobby working on a project for a bit and let him know if they were still going to hang out. After sending the text he headed down to the lobby. This was not the first time Cole had dissapeared when Ankara Ulus Eskort they had plans to meet up but it was not something that happened often either. Alex set up his laptop in the common area and started to work on a paper for one of his classes. It was not long before he heard the voice of Marcus.

“Nurse boy Alex! What are you doing here?” Marcus asked walking over to Alex.

“Oh – Hi. I was supposed to meet up with Cole but he doesnt seem to be anywhere.” Alex replied looking up at Marcus who was pretty big and tall to start with but even more in this moment with Alex looking up at Marcus with his blue eyes while Marcus stood over him.

“Does he do that to you a lot?” Marcus asked knowing that he had made Cole break plans with Alex several times in the past to serve his purposes.

“Not super often – but it happens” Alex said.

“Maybe hes just passed out in his room or tied up with something.” Marcus suggested.

“Maybe – What are you doing here?” Alex asked.

“This is my dorm building.” Marcus answered.

“Oh – you must see Cole around here all the time then” Alex assumed.

“Ya – I see that scrawny white boy quite a bit. Maybe he should take some tips from you and get a little more meat on him.” Marcus replied.

“Oh – ” Alex said a bit surprised and unprepared to respond to that.

“You got that thikk booty going on too – classic look for a girly nurse. Maybe you would make a better nurse than doctor Afterall” Marcus said with a laugh.

Alex again wasnt sure how to respond. Did Marcus just give him a complement on his figure? Did Marcus insult him? Did Marcus just imply he had a juicy phat ass like a nurse? Alex blushed as several questions ran through Alex’s head in that moment. The blond haired young man finally just said ‘thank you’ to Marcus’s comments. Marcus pulled his phone out of his pocket after feeling it vibrate and looked at the message on his phone.

“Well nurse boy I got things to do. Good luck with Cole” Marcus said before leaving the room.

Every interaction Alex had with Marcus from first meeting him with Cole, to the coffee shop, and now this all seemed strange but Alex just didnt know what to think or do. Several

minutes later Cole came walking into the common room and apologized to Alex claiming his had fallen asleep in his dorm and the alarm he set on his phone didnt go off. Alex didnt think to mention anything about Marcus to Cole. The two then went up to Cole’s room to hang out and watch a movie.

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Marcus Gets Alex

The last class of the day for Alex had been cancelled so he was done much earlier then planned. The original plan was to meet Cole at his dorm room after classes but since Alex was now done so early he wasnt sure what to do. Finally after a few moments of standing outside with the breeze blowing his blonde hair around he figured he would just go to Cole’s dorm and wait in the common area and work on some projects until Cole was free. Alex moved the blonde hair out of his blue eyes and headed over to Cole’s dorm. He sent Cole a quick text saying that he got out of lass early and would be in the common area downstairs working on his laptop until Cole was all set to hang out. Alex could not have been in the common room working on his lap top for more then 15 minutes before he spotted Marcus walking in. At first it seemed like Marcus did not notice Alex sitting in the corner of the common area.

“Hey Marcus!” Alex called out for some reason waving his hand at the tall fit black college student.

Alex was unsure what made him say hello and get Marcus’s attention. Every time Alex had been around Marcus he had felt strange but for whatever reason his mind told him to say hello.

“Nurse Boy Alex! What are you up to? Cole missing again?” Marcus asked as he walked over to the corner but chose not to sit and stay standing towering over the sitting Alex.

“Not yet – I’m actually just really early. My last class got cancelled and the one before that finished up early so i figured I would just sit down here until Cole was free.

“There is no need – how about you come hang out in my dorm until Cole hits you up.” Marcus suggested.

“Oh – Ya thats a nice offer – but – ” Alex started.

“You gonna disrespect me and turn down my offer?” Marcus said cutting off Alex in the middle of his sentence.

“No – we can hang in your room.” Alex said not wanting to insult Marcus’s hospitality.

“Good! Lets grab up your stuff and get that thikk white boy ass moving.” Marcus said with a smile.

Alex heard the comment but he still grabbed all his stuff putting it back into his backpack and followed Marcus. They went up several floors and finally were outside Marcus’s dorm. Marcus unlocked the door and lead Alex inside. The room looked like any other except with some personal touches of posters. Alex looked around the room as he walked in hearing Marcus close and lock the door behind him. Alex’s eyes landed on a framed poster on a wall int Ankara Yenimahalle Eskort he corner of the room. It was a a digital drawing of a strong black man standing tall and a pair of white men on their knees chained up.

“What is this?” Alex asked looking at the computerized painted image.

“That was made by a friend of mine – its based on the concept of reversed slavery. Anyone can be in charge and and anyone can be controlled given the right circumstances.” Marcus said with a sparkle in his eye.

Marcus motioned for Alex to take a seat on the bed which he did without saying a word. Marcus then sat in a chair making him a bit taller as Alex sunk into the counion of the bed.

“How is the nurse thing going?” Marcus asked.

“Well i’m still not sure if I want to be a nurse or a doctor.” Alex corrected Marcus seeing if he could get rid of the nickname he had been given.

“Seems like you would be better fit for the nurse job since you have the feminine figure and PAWG ass going on.” Marcus said with a laugh.

Alex blushed – Marcus had now mentioned Alex’s figure and ass multiple times on different occasions. The college freshman wondered if Marcus was gay maybe he was hitting on him this whole time and trying to flirt. Since Alex was straight he debated if he should say something and maybe clear the air now of any confusion or say nothing.

“Um – Marcus-” Alex stuttered a bit nervous.

“Ya?” Marcus replied.

“Dont take this the wrong way – Maybe i’m just reading this whole thing wrong.” Alex said taking a pause as he looked at the taller stronger black man sitting in front of him.

“Some of the things you have said – are – are you gay? Have you been hitting on me?” Alex blurted out.

Marcus let out a big laugh at Alex’s line of questioning.

“You would make a bad detective with how you stuttered and shook asking that.” Marcus replied.

Alex felt relieved for a moment as it seemed he had been mistaken and this was just some teasing and nothing more since Marcus was laughing about it and playing off the questions as funny. But when Marcus started to speak everything seemed to change.

“Listen white boy – let me ask YOU something. Do you like when I call you ‘nurse boy’ or say that you have a girly figure or mention that phat white ass you got there?” Marcus asked his brown eyes looking right into Alex’s blue ones.

“I – Umm – Well – It’s just that -” Alex stuttered at the question.

“Your blushing and turning red right now. Probably thinking how a straight boy like you would be blushing at me calling you names like ‘femme boy’.” Marcus added.

Alex felt so warm and didnt know how to act or what to say. As he sat still on Marcus’s bed he wondered what was happening.

“I assume you think you are straight – right Alex?” Marcus asked.

Alex nodded not speaking a word.

“Never been with a man before – probably never thought of being with a man before.” Marcus added.

Again Alex nodded and spoke no words still feeling his body warm contrasted with the fact he was felt frozen in place.

“Ive seen you Alex – maybe you dont know what you are yet but I do. I see that cute cock sucking freckled face. I see that phat fuckable pale white ass.” Marcus said standing up over Alex who looked up his blue eyes still locked right into the dark brown eyes of Marcus.

“I’m not – ” Alex started.

“Not what?” Marcus said back leaning in.

“You seen BBC porn before?” Marcus asked.

Alex shook his head. Marcus dropped his hands down to his pants and undid his belt then his zipper. Marcus’s grey pants dropped and his big black cock flopped out. Alex’s eyes grew wife looking at the still not fully hard monster. It had to be at least 9 inches long – way larger then what Alex had in his pants. There was no way he could fit Marcus’s cock all the way in his mouth – wait why was he even thinking about putting Marcus’s dick in his mouth?

“cute cock sucking freckled face – that phat white ass. I want to make them mine Nurse boy” Marcus said putting a hand on Alex’s head and grabbing his blonde hair.

Alex saw Marcus’s cock get harder and closer to his face. He felt the dick tip pressing agaisnt his white lips. His mouth opened letting the black python inside. Alex felt Marcus move back and forth trying to stuff the entire thing into his mouth. The young man felt the hard big black cock smack the back of his throat over and over making him gag a little.

“Straight boys dont suck cock” Marcus said with a chuckle as saliva started to drip down Alex’s chin as Marcus guided Alex’s body into a kneeling position on the floor.

Marcus was right – Alex knew that for sure now. How could Alex ever claim to be straight after having this massive manhood in his mouth. Marcus could feel his cock getting nice and hard in Alex’s untrained and unskilled mouth.

“Your oral skills are going to need some work nurse boy – If you want to be a nurse you have to learn to serve your patience and give them what they Ankara Tandoğan Eskort need and want” Marcus implied.

After several minutes of Marcus using Alex’s mouth he thought it was time to change tactics with this white boy and use the other hole.

“Take your clothes off and bend over” Marcus ordered.

Alex felt so hot and red and horny he just complied without even thinking of why he was doing these things. Within seconds Alex was naked and bent over Marcus’s bed his pale ass sticking out as if begging to be used. Marcus grabbed a bottle of lube and coated his big black cock and then put some on and in Alex’s tight virgin butt. Alex let out a moan as he felt Marcus lube up his insides.

“Use this” Marcus said stuffing his own boxers into the young man’s mouth to muffle the moans he was most certainly about to make.

“Mmmppphh!?!?!” Alex groaned as he felt the pressure of Marcus’s cock pressing against his ass and then entering.

“Good boy – ” Marcus grunted as he started to pump in and out of Alex making him moan uncontrollably.

Alex had never felt anything like this before. He didnt even know he could feel this amount of pleasure. Now having Marcus pounding his ass Alex could not process much of anything outside of the moment as he bit down on the boxers in his mouth and groaned over and over with Marcus’s pumps.

“What a good slut – take my cock like the fat assed whore you are nurse boy!” Marcus growled his arms pinning Alex down as he thrusted faster and harder.

“Ahgggg!” Alex moaned as Marcus’s boxers fell out of his mouth.

“What was that? What are you?” Marcus taunted Alex as he continued to use his ass giving it a few hard loud spanks.

“I- I’m – I’m your g-g-ggood little nuurse boy. I’m a fat ass slut for your cock!” Alex blurted out without really thinking.

With that statement Marcus knew that his plan had worked and the real conditioning could begin. Alex never ended up meeting with Cole that day and had to reschedule.

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Alex’s Next steps

Three weeks had passed since Alex had started being trained by Marcus. He kept everything as secretive as he could especially making sure Cole didnt find out since Cole knew Marcus and Alex did not want to make things complicated between them. Alex spent several times a week with Marcus learning his new role and how to properly serve and please Marcus. The whole situation was still very strange to him but he knew deep down this somehow felt right. Tonight was going to be different though – Marcus had told Alex that he was going to have a special surprise and take the next step in his new role. Alex was of course suspicious but also curious and excited to what Marcus would have in store for him.

After classes he did as instructed and cleaned himself up then headed over to Marcus’s dorm. Because Marcus and Cole lived in the same dorm building Alex always tried to make sure to avoide Cole’s room or being seen by Cole so he would not suspect anything. He took the back stairs to Marcus’s room and then knocked on the door quickly looking around to make sure no one saw him.

“Well if it isnt my personal little nurse boy” Marcus said teasingly as he opened the door and had Alex walk inside.

Alex was confronted with two more tall strong black men – one he recognized as Jamal from meeting him before the other he didnt know the name of.

“So slut are you ready for your next step?” Marcus asked placing a hand on Alex’s butt.

“Y-yess daddy” Alex replied excited but nervous.

“Good” Marcus said with a smile and chuckle which the other two men joined in on.

Until now Alex had only ever served Marcus. The addition of two more men mad Alex feel extra worried about anyone especially Cole or his family back home finding out what he had been up to this semester. Alex was ordered to strip – and one by one he sucked off each of the three large black cocks in front of his face. For what seemed like over an hour these three strong men took turns using his holes and filling him up.

“Lets have you put these on” Marcus said holding a thick black scarf in one hand and a set of headphones in the other.

“What do you want me to do with them sir?” Alex asked his big blue eyes looking up at his master.

“This is going to cover your eyes. And this will go over your ears and make things nice and quite for you.” Marcus said almost as he was speaking to a child.

Alex did as told and blindfolded himself with the thick black scarf and then put the headphones over his ears which muffled most sound. He then felt his arms being grabbed and put behind his back where they were then bound. Alex was in no position to argue and just accepted his fate. Once those items were on the three men went back to taking turns with him in all sorts of positions making Alex truly look and feel like a dumb slut. He was getting his throat and asshole stuffed by two of the three men – he had no idea who since he couldnt hear or see apart from a few blurs and muffled noises. Alex was having the absolute time of his life in complete ecstasy. He could hear what sounded like a banging – maybe a knock on the door but he was in no state to know who it was. He then heard some muffled talking but could not determine if someone new had entered the room or if it was just the three large black guys making jokes as they used his body.

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Editor’s Note: I really did miss writing these two, obssessive/oblivious is one of my favorites. The only things I’ll mention is I fucked up the month in the last chapter, and this website either doesn’t let you edit things after they’ve posted or I’m too stupid to figure it out, but it’s JUNE in the last one, not July. Also, I try to be as accurate as possible, but I had to fudge it a bit. Berkeley and Fresno are like, three hours apart, not less than hour. But I wanted to use those schools specifically, so for the sake of the story, it’s less than an hour apart lol

It hurts more than I thought it would watching Dean cross the stage.

He did it, he graduated. His final semester is over. It feels like every person in the school, student and faculty alike, are crowding him, and it’s just a bitter reminder that there’s no room for me in the brilliant corona he casts. Like a diseased appendage, I need to cut him off for both of our sakes. What he needs now is to focus on his future, as I know it’s a bright one. One of the student’s is throwing a house party, Dean mentioned, and it’s one the faculty is turning their cheek to. He’s obligated to show his face, so that leaves me some time to gather my wits tonight.

Dean proved to be as stubborn as a tick. I’m not an idiot, I know simply graduating won’t rewire his brain. If anything, it’ll make him more confident in his harassment. He’ll show up at my house like he always does, and I’ll let him in after a little begging, touching, because I’m fucking weak. Hell, he might pull a B&E if I don’t grant him entry. I can’t be here. I have some extended family upstate, and if we’re close enough to exchange Christmas cards, one of them should let me stay for a few days.

I call my uncle on my father’s side, verifying there’s a bed he’ll let me take, and shove a rucksack full of the bare necessities. I’m pulling out of the driveway before ten. Is it running away? Yes. Cowardly? Of course.

But, what would you do?

What would you do if you were in my shoes? I’ve failed time and time again to put my foot down with him. He tramples all over the boundaries I’m too fragile to uphold. I like him, I’m attracted to him, even though every moral fiber in my body burns like a demon suffering a spritz of holy water. I can’t tell anymore if I’m a terrible person or if he’s too good to resist. Maybe it’s both. It feels like there’s no other choice left to me. If I want this to end, I have to put physical distance between us.

My uncle, Rodney Powell, is retired from a relatively successful career as an electrical engineer. He’s thrice divorced, though it’s not so much a damning critique of his character as it is the biggest example of his gullibility. We were never close, but we’re amicable. He was audibly surprised by my plea to hide away in his guesthouse for an unspecified amount of time, but he accepted after a brief, lacking explanation [“I just need to get out of this house for a bit, you know how it is.”] He and my father were very, very close, so he understood.

Rodney lives in Springfield, a three hour drive. I’m sure he’ll want to fill our time with cheap beer and reminiscence, which I’m not looking forward to. I don’t mind remembering my father fondly, but it’s the last thing on my mind. The only thing on my mind is trying to keep Dean off of it, and that’s certainly not something I can discuss with Rodney ‘Trump is the best thing that’s ever happened to this country’ Powell. My father was only marginally less conservative, and neither did he learn of my orientation before his passing. My mom knows, but again, ethics. I can’t adequately describe my hang-ups without bringing up the fact that Dean’s a teenage student, and she’d probably report me herself.

The drive feels longer than three hours for how miserable I am, and no amount of upbeat Spotify playlists make it better. Rodney lives in the eclectic, affordable neighborhood of Oak Ridge, where the houses err just on the side of too small and too close. Dear ol’ Lincoln is supposedly buried in the Oak Ridge Cemetery, his giant copper bust watching over visitors and ghosts alike. It’s not on my sightseeing to-do list. In fact, I’m sure the only thing I’ll be seeing is the four walls of Uncle Rodney’s shoebox of a guest house, or the inside of my eyelids from sleeping off a catchpenny hangover.

When I pull into his driveway, he’s either eager to see me or suspecting there’s more to my visit than I initially told him. He hobbles down the steps of his porch, bum leg but too stubborn to use the cane he’s prescribed, hollering my name: “Sam!”

“Hey, Uncle Rodney.” I accept his impromptu hug. “Thanks for letting me stay.”

“Anything for Thomas’ boy.”

I flatten my mouth into something less than a smile. Thomas’ boy, because that’s the beginning and end of who I am in his eyes. It’s fine, as I don’t seek anything like validation or a deep, interpersonal connection from my uncle. Just a refuge from an insatiable, obsessive teenager. It goes much like I expect it to. We share a few stilted meals, small talk that goes nowhere, and he graciously grants Ankara Turangüneş Eskort me my space. The most depth we achieve is over a nightly twelve-pack and half a carton of Pall Malls that I can’t bring myself to turn down.

The conversation often veers to the political, and as his affiliations are on the opposite end of the spectrum as mine, it tends to go in one ear and out through the other. When he brings up my father, he gets weepy. He talks about my childhood, curious things and antics. Trips we’ve taken together, my flippant aspirations that all children peddle through. He tries to disguise his distaste for my mother, but the drunker he gets, the more it slips out. It doesn’t bother me, as we’re using each other. Company in exchange for temporary escape.

The quasi peace lasts three days. The third evening, after retiring to the guest house, stumbling and halfway blind off seven cans of Busch Ice, my phone rings. It’s an unsaved number, but I know who it is as well as I know the sun rises in the east. I let it go to voicemail as I fight my way out of my clothes. Seconds after the call ends, a text comes through. I put off reading it as long as possible, which is maybe five minutes. Drunk as I am, I can’t fall asleep knowing Dean’s words are festering in my message threads. It reads:

[12:10AM Answer the goddamn phone]

Like some sort of magic, it rings again as I’m scanning the simple sentence. I stare at it, mumbling to myself: “Don’t answer it, Sam, come on. You know better, you know better…”

I manage to let that one go through too, somehow. Seconds later, another text:

[12:17AM If u don’t answer, I’m showing my ass at the station]

Well, what choice is there now? I clap the phone against my ear after answering it, closing my eyes. “When did I give you my number?”

“Where the fuck are you?”

Oh, he’s pissed. Like, really pissed. I frown, and I’m feeling belligerent. “It’s none of your business, asshole. You’re not my fuckin’ mom.”

There’s a stunned pause. “Are you…drunk?”

“What about it?”

“Sam,” My name is a hiss through the receiver, and it raises the fine hairs at the back of my neck. I’ll never, ever admit it, but it turns me on too. Dean’s hot when he’s pissed, if only because I know he won’t raise a harmful hand at me. Oh my God, no, he’s not hot, he’s a teenager. Maybe I should kill myself. “Where are you? Who are you with?”

He sounds…worried, genuinely. I don’t have the heart to torture him. “I’m with my uncle upstate.”

“Upstate where?”

“Ha! Like I’d tell you that.”

His sigh rattles the tiny bones in my ear canal. “When are you coming back?”

I blink at the open rafters in the ceiling. My eyes feel like cotton balls. I must be taking too long to answer, because he snaps my name down the line again. “I don’t know.”

“You can’t stay away forever.”

“I know that.”

“…why’d you leave?” The quiet question shakes me.

“Because, I…” Gritting my teeth, I try to string together the right reasons. “…it was the right thing to do. You never listen to me, you don’t take me seriously. I’m just…trying to do what’s best.”

“Don’t you think I should hear this shit in person?”

I snap to a sitting position, glaring holes through the sheet. “You have heard it in person! Multiple times, Dean! You ignore everything I say! This has to stop, you need to start seriously thinking about the future. I’m not in it!”

He scoffs, and it’s full of acid. “You’re such a fuckin’ coward, Sam. Come home and say it to my face.”

Shockingly, he disconnects the call. I didn’t expect him to hang up on me, not in a million years. But, I know exactly what he’s trying to do. He’s baiting me. If he makes himself sound reasonable, then I might believe there’s a chance he’ll actually listen this time. He wants me to come home so he can pluck my strings in person, because he can’t do it over the phone. He’s right, though. I can’t stay away forever. I barely like Rodney, I can’t stand this suffocating guest house, and there are things that need doing at home. This time, this time I’ll be firm.

Of course, he’s waiting for me. I almost have a panic attack pulling into my driveway, my headlights brightening up Dean lounged in my wicker furniture. It’s my own fault for caving. I told him I’d be back by Friday via text after he kept spamming me. Fortunately, it’s late, dark. His truck isn’t in front of my house, at least. I strangle the steering wheel and cycle some deep breaths before exiting the car. Snatching my bag from the backseat, I make the walk towards my front door like a man holding his head high as he ascends the gallow’s steps.

Dean lifts from the chair, watching as I violently unlock my front door. Neither of us say anything for an uncomfortably long time. He comes in behind me, locking the door, and I almost expect to be grabbed and hatefucked like when he had his tizzy over Jamie. That doesn’t happen, and it’s…unsettling. Instead, he moves through my home like it’s his. He flips the table lamp on in the living Ankara Büyükesat Eskort room and drops into the couch, while I busy myself in the kitchen with nothing of importance. I chug a glass of water, waiting for the shoe to drop.

He’s waiting for me to drop the shoe, apparently. Hardening my resolve, I join him in the living room, but I can’t bring myself to sit. I loiter in front of the couch, resisting the urge to pace. He’s…throwing me off, hard. He almost looks bored, and it’s making me feel crazy. Is that all it took? A week of distance, and he’s over it? When it’s clear I’ve become temporarily mute, he waves a flippant hand through the air.

“I’m here, so say it.”

Oh. It gives me the lucidity I need, if nothing else.

“This…has to stop.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” I snap. “You said it yourself, just until summer, until you can get it out of your system. That’s what I agreed to. Well, it’s summer now, you’ve graduated. I can’t keep doing this with you, not when I don’t even know if you’ve made a single fucking plan for–“

“I’ve accepted an athletic scholarship out of state.” He interrupts.

I pull back, stunned. He’s…taking this remarkably well, better than I could’ve dreamed. I’ve asked him repeatedly about his application status, where he hopes to attend, which universities might have already reached out. He brushed me off every time, and I was starting to worry he’d been putting it off because of…well, me. I was afraid he’d been living in a fantasy land, or that he’d go so far as to skip college and take up some local, dead end job to stay close. He doesn’t know I’m leaving, and I absolutely cannot let him squander his future over this…ridiculous crush.

But, if I’m truthful with myself, it hurts. I shouldn’t be bothered, but I’m still human. We’ve spent a lot of intimate time together. Dean’s treated me better than any partner ever has. He can be clingy and pushy, sure, but when he behaves that way, it’s like a constant reminder of how much he likes me. He acts like it physically hurts him to be apart. He looks at me like…the sun rises and sets out of my ass, like I’m the only thing that matters. No one has ever, ever made me feel so desirable, cherished, and…loved. It blew my mind in the beginning, and I’m still blown by it now.

Dean is so, so, so far out of my league. He’s gorgeous, talented, funny, kind, and smart in his own way. He could have anyone he wanted, go anywhere he wants to go, be anything he wants to be. I still can’t understand why he acts so lovesick over someone like me, but now–was it…is it truly over? Has it finally worn off? He got it out of his system, maybe, like he said he would. He’s realized who exactly he is, and who I am. I suppose thinking he’d forgo college to pine after me was only the musings of my overinflated ego, one he created.

I’m relieved, but also unbearably…sad. Despite the constriction in my chest, I force a little smile. “That’s…that’s really great, Dean. I’m so glad. You don’t have to tell me where if you–“

“CSU, Fresno.” He says just as casually, leaning back. He folds his arms across his chest, watching me.

California…?

…Fresno?

That’s…less than hour from where I’m attending–

“…you knew?” I whisper.

He doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t have to. His placid expression, his lazy sprawl. He’s been…waiting for a reaction. In my mind, there’s a hundred-thought pileup, but the anxious ones outshine anything positive. I fling my arms out, unable to stop the wild gesticulation. “What the hell is wrong with you, Dean?! This…this is your fucking future, and you just picked some random school in California?!”

He shrugs. “It wasn’t random. Fresno is one of the best D1 schools in the state, and I’m too stupid for Berkeley.”

How does he know? When did he find out? I don’t think he’ll tell me any of this if I ask. He looks so…unbothered, and I can’t wrap my brain around the idea that he’s trying to follow me across the country. There’s no fucking way it’s a coincidence, and over-the-top bullshit like this is on brand for him.

“What…what the fuck are you hoping for? We can never be a normal couple, Dean! No one’s going to congratulate us, or even approve. I mean, haven’t you thought about any of this? No big wedding, no kids! How many professional football players are in an openly gay relationship?!”

“Like, sixteen, total.”

“That’s–that’s not the fucking point! Do you really think you’ll be happy in a relationship you have to hide from everyone, all the time?”

“Yes.” His nonchalance is driving me mad.

I turn away, because looking him in the face is making me weak. There’s a part of me that tickles, a little thrill. It’s stupidly giddy, and I do my best to smother it. Dean has no idea what he’s trying to sign up for, and I can’t let him take it that far. I can’t be selfish. “You’re eighteen.” I croak.

“My birthday’s next month–“

“Living in the moment can be exciting, I understand that. You might want this now, but the world is a big, Ankara Çankaya Eskort big place. You’re going to see a lot of it, meet a lot of people. You’ll grow and change. I’ll just be a skeleton in your closet, Dean. Fuck, I already am! This isn’t something that can–“

“You done?” His tone has an edge to it now. I snap around to glare at him, because he’s treating me like a child he’s having to ‘gentle’ parent. He pushes up from the couch, and I shrink back out of instinct. He’s too big, and in moments like this, it makes me nervous. I think everything I’ve said has slipped through his ears like floss, and it’s always like that. I’m speaking objective truths, aren’t I? Why is he acting like these concerns aren’t worth his time? He towers over me, but he hasn’t reached out yet. He’s throwing his weight around.

“I’m younger than you, and I know you hate that. That’s not something I can change, because no matter how old I get, the gap will always exist. Get the fuck over it, Sam. It is my future, you’re right, so I can do whatever I want to do with it. I don’t need your permission. As long as I have you, I don’t give a shit what our life looks like. Fuck a wedding, I don’t give a shit if I have kids. If you want those things, I’ll make it happen. I’ll follow your lead, whatever you want. I don’t care who knows, and I give even less of a damn about who approves.”

“If you want to be successful, you need the approval of others!”

Right before my eyes, Dean seems to shapeshift. He gets this look, one so full of confidence, charisma, and borderline narcissism. His eyes, despite being lidded, are unnaturally dark. He’s looking down on me, smiling, and it’s the kind of smile that could slice a person open. Strangely, I’m reminded of Al Pacino’s character in the Devil’s Advocate. He doesn’t just believe himself untouchable, he exudes it. There’s almost a pressure I can feel.

“Sammy…” He starts slowly, like explaining something to someone completely daft. “I could fuck you on live television, in front of the entire world, and I’d still have ’em eating out of the palm of my hand. I’ll make your mom, your colleagues, everyone fall in love with me, just like they always have. I’ll make it to where no one feels safe or comfortable questioning my choices. The only thing that’ll keep me from being successful is if I let you walk away.”

Do you know what sort of person it takes to get away with a claim like that? Someone who can deliver such arrogant, nonsensical words and make them sound like an unshakeable fact? Dean pulls it off spectacularly, because I’m inclined to believe him. He can get away with anything under the sun, and he knows it. He’d make an excellent politician. But, where does that leave me? Dragged along in his current? What happens when he inevitably tires of me? I’m already attached, and that growth will spread through every cell in my body if left to culture.

If I sit back and keep letting him do whatever the fuck he wants, how will I handle it when he decides he doesn’t want me anymore? I can’t share these insecurities with him, though. I can’t bring myself to be too vulnerable. I can’t let him know just how much of an advantage he has, because I’m sure he’ll abuse it somehow.

“I…”

Like a Great White, he scents out my weakness, blood in the water. Finally, he touches me, and God, it takes everything not to melt into it. His arm is a hot band across my lower back, fingers gripping my waist beneath the hem of my shirt. He takes my left wrist, bringing the inside of it to his mouth. Blood pounds harder beneath that thin skin, his teeth gently tracing the blue of veins. He doesn’t stop watching me, not for a second. A small, needy sound slips out, and I’m immediately mortified by it. I’m…his puppet. It’s both terrifying and exciting–

“Sammy, I love you.”

…what the fuck did he just say to me?

I’m sorry?

Excuse me?

What the fuck?

My mouth has dropped, my eyes must be twice their size, and I’m gripping his shirt so tightly, it might rip. I’m more jaded than I realized, because my first thought: this is some sick, twisted form of manipulation. He’s been love-bombing me, but now he’s finally grown enough balls to actually drop the ‘L’ word.

“Don’t…bullshit me, Dean.” I enunciate carefully, working hard to keep an even voice. “You have no idea what you’re–“

“What, does being younger than you make me incapable of love?” He replies snidely. “Keep your walls up as long as you can, Sam. If you can tell me to get the fuck out of your life and actually mean it, I’ll listen, but we both know you won’t. You’re gonna keep doing what you’ve been doing, which is letting me do whatever I want. You’ll keep telling yourself I’ll get over it soon, move on, because I’m just some stupid, fuckin’ kid who can’t possibly give a real shit about anyone or anything but himself. That’s fine, keep thinkin’ that.”

My throat tightens with anxiety as I realize…he’s got a much better read on me than I thought. How do I even begin to respond to that, when he’s completely right? He makes it sound cruel, but isn’t it just realistic to think that way? I squeeze my eyes shut and cycle a number of deep, calming breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. “So, what? We just…skip off to California and sneak onto each other’s campus whenever we’ve got a spare minute? We’ll both be stupidly busy, Dean, it’s…that’s completely crazy.”

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WARNING: This story will contain bullying, sexual coercion, and blackmail. If this is a potential trigger for you or not your cup of tea, then I highly recommend you move on.

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Chapter 6: After the fight, hate fucking or make up sex… or…?

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Thunder claps so loud it makes me jump nearly out of my chair as the room lights up. This storm must be on top of us to get the thunder and lightning to hit nearly instantaneously. Fuck, where is he? He stormed out nearly two hours ago and he hasn’t answered my text messages or my phone calls. Yes, I called him.

I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. He could turn me in for RAPE! Was that what I did? I mean, holy hell! I am doomed. Shit, I know I slammed him that he’d end up being a used car salesman (if he was lucky) after cheating, but FUCK. I would be LUCKY to sell cars after going to prison for 20 years! OMG, he has to answer my texts. I just need to know that he is OK. He was not in a good place when he stormed out.

I swear I just saw the three dots come up to indicate he was texting me. But just as soon as I saw them, they vanished. Is he OK? Is he hurt? SHIT! SHIT SHIT!

What the fuck is happening to me? How the hell have I become this monster? What have I done to my life? My family? Oh my god, what is my mom going to say? Shit, my dad’s career will be over! No way he gets re-elected. My parents will disown me. What have I fucking done?

Shit, where is he? Why isn’t he answering my text? Where would he go?

At the height of my freak out I hear Phillip and Max return to their room. Apparently, we left both doors open in the bathroom. All the lights are off in our room as I make my way over to the bathroom… and HOLY SHIT!

Phillip has Max pushed up against the counter as he is kissing him! WTF? These guys are gay? How the hell did I miss that? Christ! I have the best gaydar around and I missed that the guys I share a shitter with are GAY?

“Oh, hey Sean! We didn’t know you were home,” Phillip says and he remains holding Max.

“Oh, hey… guys. Holy shit, I didn’t know you guys were together!” I say both surprised and happy for them.

“What? Really? I mean we roomed together freshman year, we came out together, and then started dating. Cliche, I know, but it worked,” Max says, leaning in and kissing Phillip.

“Wow, that is great! Really! I’m so happy for you guys!” Completely astonished that I didn’t recognize this! How in the world?

“We just came back to dry off and change clothes as we got caught in the rain but we have to go and get some dinner. You want us to bring you something back, or maybe come with us?”

“That is super sweet, ummm no. I need to hang out here. Kyle and I had a bit of a fight and I need to be here when he gets back to apologize and try to repair this.”

Phillip looks at Max with a knowing smile.

“What?” I say to them as they are clearly communicating telepathically.

Max shakes his head in the affirmative and Phillip says quietly, “We know you guys have been fooling around and that it is… well, complicated.”

“Whoa, whoa. Just what exactly do you guys think you know?” I say with a quick light and awkward laugh, kinda freaked out frankly.

“Look, that wall is not as sound proof as you guys think,” Phillip says matter of factly.

“And you guys are SO not as quiet as you think you are,” Max says and then adds, “And the shower is basically an echo chamber, so anything you even whisper in there we hear. That drunk night I bent Phillip over his desk and fucked him as you guys got off in the shower together!”

“And then just this afternoon as Kyle fucked you in the shower!” Phillip interjects, “Max fucked me up against the wall and then we went to meet up with friend.”

“Wow,” I say, “I had no idea, boys. Well, I am happy for you and damn that is kinda hot knowing you have been banging right next door.” I say this and step a bit closer to them, wanting to grab my shower kit from the bathroom sink.

“Shit, Sean – is that blood on your neck?” Phillip says to me in a soft, caring voice as they both take a step toward me. “And you have a black eye, Sean! What the fuck did that asshole do to you?”

“Shit, look… guys… It’s… we just… It’s completely my fault.” I can feel myself start to cry. “We had a fight… It was awful. I pushed things too far. I’m an asshole.”

“Fuck that, he never should have hit you! We are going to call campus police!” Max says as he makes a move to reach for his phone on the counter.

“No! Oh God, no. Don’t do that. Seriously, I am to blame for this. Please. Just let me try Ankara Sincan Eskort to deal with this. Please, seriously guys. It means the world to me that you want to help and that you want to protect me, but seriously, let me at least try to fix things and I will let you know. OK?” They look at each other and Max nods at me.

“We can cancel our plans tonight and stay home in case you need us,” Phillip offers.

“Oh no, you don’t need to do that. I will be surprised if he even comes back here tonight with how mad he was. But look, add your phone numbers to my phone here,” handing them my phone, “And I promise I will call or text if there is even a sign of problems.”

“No, you text us if he comes home, and we will come back and be here just in case,” Max says quite forcefully and adds, “We can’t play around with some gay panic straight jock fucking around with any of us. It’s clear he has issues.”

Phillip demures a bit and places the phone back in my hand and holds it a minute. “We are here for you. I don’t like that we haven’t been before this, but…” he looks over at Max, “this is new for both of us and we are just learning our way here.”

“Thanks guys, now you go and have fun and I will text you if anything happens or if he returns,” I say to them with a forced smile.

The boys head out and I go back and sit down on my bed, pulling open my text messages and seeing that Kyle still hasn’t responded.

While there I text Max and Phillip…

Me: Thanks guys u both are awesome

Me: I really needed that

Phillip: you bet

Phillip: Max says you really should ice your eye and cheek

Me: lol i was just thinking the same thing thx

After I return from running down several floors to grab some ice, I make myself a soft ice pack for my face. Aunt Nancy always says to be more careful with this area of your body since the skin is so thin you can do some underlying damage. I just know it feels so good to have this on my face. I have the ice in a ziplock bag inside the leg of a pair of my warmer sweats. Fuck, all my towels were dirty and I really need to do laundry.

I desperately craved my Golden Girls, but for whatever reason tonight they are running a Designing Women marathon. That works, that really works. I suppose I am an old soul, connecting so well with these women, or perhaps they were just meant to connect with the gay sensibility. Either way, listening to Julia Sugarbaker read any man to filth was just the kick in the pants I needed right now to keep my mind off of what just happened here.

11:50pm

Two hours have gone by since the boys headed out and still no sign of Kyle. I am still wide awake clearly still burning off the adrenaline and whatever other primitive reaction your body cooks up after having your ass handed to you. I stroll over to the bathroom to take a leak and looking in the mirror I can tell the cold pack helped. The swelling has started going down and the eye didn’t get as bad as I thought it would.

I stare at myself in the mirror and I don’t even know who I am looking at. Who is this guy who just manipulated and took advantage of this football jock? Damn it, he is my friend. He is my good friend… but I took advantage. Oh fuck. I have to stop spiraling. He needs to call me.

As I return to my phone, I see it flash. I see two minutes ago the boys texted me, likely to check up. Man, I wish we would have been closer sooner. Sucks that it takes THIS to happen to get us to break the ice.

Phillip: kyle is sitting on a bench soaking wet getting rained on here in girard park

Phillip: we tried to talk to him but he isn’t responding to us

Phillip: should we stay with him? He doesn’t seem right

Me: oh shit, ok. I am coming to you!

Phillip: [drops a pin for his location]

I quickly put on a jacket and grab an umbrella and just as I am about out the door I run back in and grab Kyle’s last clean towel; he is going to be soaking wet and freezing.

I run faster than I have ever before, what if I really did break him? Shit, did I rape him? I mean he said to do it, he didn’t tell me to stop! SHIT! I’m going to jail. He has got to be OK. If he is OK, then it is fine if I go to jail. I deserve it. I am reeling and getting closer to this bench that appears to be right along the running path by the pond.

I see Phillip’s large red umbrella and know that must be them, standing at least one hundred yards from the bench, and then I see him. Kyle, that is unmistakably him and he is hunched over holding his head in his hands.

“Oh my god, thank you guys for finding him and letting me know!” I say to Phillip and Max as I lean in, knocking umbrellas and group hugging these guys.

“Sean, he was sitting up and as we kept calling his name and trying to get him to acknowledge us but he stared off into the distance looking at the pond,” Phillip says in a really soft, caring Ankara Sıhhiye Eskort voice.

“Dude, but when we told him you were coming,” Max continues, “that is when he slumped down like this and he screamed to leave him alone. So we backed the fuck up to over here.”

“Thanks guys, look, I am going to go and try to talk to him. I have to… this is all my fault and I think I pressured him into things he just didn’t want to do… and that is … well, that wasn’t right and I need to make sure he is OK. I hope that I can repair this.”

“Look, we are going to stay to make sure he doesn’t get violent again, but go talk to him. He is freezing from this rain and is shivering,” Max informs me. “And look, if you need to stay in our room tonight, we will make it work, OK? Just get him out of this weather!”

Shit, he has been in this rain for at least an hour and the temperature has only been dropping. I collapse my umbrella and I hand that and the oversized towel to Phillip asking him if he would hold onto these for me.

“Sure, but we are going to walk under that pavilion there so we can sit down and get out of some of this rain, but we will keep an eye on you.” Phillip says pointing to the gazebo area with several picnic tables and key to their point a roof to shelter them from this rain. It was good that they were staying close enough to see us, but far enough away that I was going to be able to be honest with Kyle without sharing our business with everyone. I look back and see the boys watching me closely. Wow, who knew these guys were so caring and nice? Shit, I have been such an ass this semester!

The rain starts pelting me. Each drop feels like a steely pin prick hitting me as my body takes on a terrible chill. I have never been good with cold weather or cold anything really, other than beer. I have no padding whatsoever and so even a light chill rips through me. But this is next level. Not only is the rain cold but it feels as if freezing cold air radiates off Kyle as he sits slouched over, and, by the looks of his body, he is shivering terribly… or is he crying?

I get a bit closer and finally, I speak.

“Kyle, I am so sorry.” He just keeps holding his head between his hands and slouched over as I can see that he is most certainly shivering.

“Kyle, we have to get you inside and out of this weather! Max and Phillip are under the gazebo over there and look you can have the room tonight to yourself – they said I can crash with them until I can get reassigned. You won’t have to deal with me anymore.”

He then erupts into sobbing. Yes, he is shivering, but now he is clearly crying as well. I take a few steps closer to him and I kneel down a bit trying to get a look at his face with no luck. I just want to hold him, to warm him up to make sure he is OK.

“Kyle, I so fucked up and I am so very sorry for that. I think somewhere between you moving in and us getting to know each other I started falling for you. I know we said that wasn’t going to happen but, well, clearly I did,” I say to him and then take a huge breath. “Kyle, what I did to you this afternoon was unforgivable, it was wrong and I am willing to turn myself into the authorities. Clearly, I raped you and there is no explaining that away.”

Still no response from him. “Kyle, it doesn’t matter what I forced you to say to me. I still coerced you into doing things you didn’t want to do.”

“YOU FUCKING DID! You fucking broke me you son of a bitch!” Kyle says as he is crying and near wailing in pain. “I am NOT GAY! I can NOT BE GAY!”

“Kyle, I am so sorry. But we have to get you out of this weather. Please? We have to get you warmed up!”

“Oh NOW you fucking care? NOW you give a shit about my well being? All of a sudden you care?” As he says this he shoots up and starts approaching me really fast.

“You fucking did this to me! You fucking asshole! Why didn’t you just leave me alone?” He then for the first time looks up at me, sees my black eye and swollen face. He jumps up and comes at me quick and I jump up as well thinking he is going to beat my ass.

“Holy shit…” seeing my reaction, “No, I’m not going to hurt you. Holy shit, Sean! I did this to you? Holy shit! I am so sooo…” he just erupts into the worst ugly cry I have ever seen. His eyes were already red and puffy, but now he has tears running down his face and what appears to be snot running from his nose, like you have when you have been uncontrollably crying. “Sean, I am so fucking sorry, I should never have hit you… this is all my fault!”

“Kyle, no… it’s…”

Kyle then erupts again and takes a lap around the bench throwing punches in the air, and now acting more mad.

“Kyle, this is my fault. I took this too far. I should have ended this a month ago when I realized this was too much and I second guessed all of this and deleted all the evidence I had against you. I was so wrong for doing that. Kyle I don’t want to be that person… I am Ankara Tunalı Eskort not…”

“Wait,” he says in a cold, nearly withdrawn voice. “You got rid of the evidence on me weeks ago? Seriously?”

“Yes. I already knew that there was virtually no way I was ever going to use that information unless you were a total Jock Asshole making my life a complete hell. But from the day that I was able to really connect with you, something snapped inside me and I couldn’t live with myself anymore, so I deleted it all from my phone and the cloud.”

“So these last few weeks you had nothing on me?” he says and then starts laughing. “Like all this time there was no risk at all to me? That is so fucking twisted.”

“I am so sorry Kyle, this is all my fault and I will do anything to try to repair this, I will turn myself in if I need to because I took this all too far.”

“FUCK! This just can’t be happening! It can’t be! It’s my fucking fault. Sean, I don’t want to be a cheat! I don’t want that for myself! Fuck!” He continues sobbing and starts to turn and walk, not away from me but apparently to just move. “Sean, I am not a fucking dumb jock! I am not!”

“I believe you, Kyle! I never thought you were…” I say trying to be consoling and taking a small half-step nearer to him, even though I knew he wasn’t talking to me on this, he was talking to himself.

“But you don’t you don’t understand any of this!” he says then screams “FUCK!” as he speeds up his walk which seems to be nothing but pacing back and forth in the middle of the icy cold rain.

“Kyle, then let’s go back to the room and talk! We are both freezing out here!” I say to him, and he just keeps pacing.

“This is so fucked up! I didn’t want this to happen! I fucking didn’t want this to happen! I have tried so fucking hard to not let it happen! Christ!”

“I am so sorry, Kyle. This isn’t your fault, it is mine!” Damn, I have really broken this guy and he’s a mess. He is having some kind of a meltdown or something. I have to get him back to the room and warm him up. That has to happen first; we can deal with the rest of this later.

“I’m going to lose everything! My family… fuck, all I wanted was to be a star football player… I wanted to make my Dad happy and show him I could follow in his footsteps,” he says, still crying and starting to smack himself in the face.

“Kyle, you have to stop, you are hurting yourself. You can have all of that, nothing has changed.”

“Everything has fucking changed, Sean! Every. Fucking. Thing.”

“Jesus, Kyle, I hate seeing you in pain like this. Look, I am going to move out tonight, I will pack up my shit and take what I can and move back into my parents’ house and you will never have to see me again. I will be gone. I will turn myself in to campus police and admit to raping you and this can…”

“Wait. What? No! Fuck! You think THAT is what I want?” and Kyle gets PISSED!

“You are so fucking self centered! You think this is all about you? You think YOU did something wrong, you think YOU caused all of this, you think YOU are the bad guy in all of this?” Kyle says, and now he is making no sense at all in this tirade.

“Sean, as smart as you are, you are very stupid at times. Pay attention, dumbass!” He then pauses and looks at me with this cherub face and then rolls up on me really fast. He looks me right in the eye and takes my cheeks into his hands and kisses me. As his freezing cold lips make contact with mine, he reaches his hand behind my head and holds me in a deep kiss where his tongue is making an aggressive assault on my mouth and I gladly concede to his invasion.

Now I am super fucking confused!

“You dumbass!” Softly, he says, “I wanted every single thing that happened between us to happen. Every single thing,” Kyle says as he comes back in for another kiss. Even as he says it and I can feel his body embracing me I can’t process this. I just raped him only a few hours ago. This was a straight guy who I have witnessed chase girls for months. But now he’s saying that he wanted all this…that he wanted ME?

“Kyle, this doesn’t make any sense. You are straight, I see you chasing puss all the damn time!” I say to him, totally confused. I mean, this is exactly what I want, but now that I am getting it I can’t believe it, and fuck if this isn’t baffling my freezing skinny ass. The rain has certainly died down to just a light drizzle now and it has been at least 10 minutes since the last clap of thunder.

“Sean, from the moment I first saw your picture back in June, when we were given our room assignments, I was drawn to you. I requested not to be roomed with someone else from the football team. I knew I had to focus on my studies or else I would never make it to junior let alone senior year! And if I roomed with another jock, all we would do is party.”

“So I got your photo and totally stalked you for a few days. Checking out your insta posts and being so impressed by your sketches. I could tell you were gay, and that excited me. Not in a sexual way, at first, but in a ‘I wanna know more about this dude’ way. Then it happened, I saw that you deep-liked one of my near-naked photos of me in a Speedo. I knew you were gay, and I knew you were checking me out. It became exciting. So I finally got up the courage to email you.”

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—

Here I was, sitting on my bed, with a beautiful topless girl in front of me. As I started fondling her breast, I tried to figure out what led me here.

Ever since my breakup, Shelly Stiller and I had been slowly getting closer. There was not a single bit of sexual attraction between the two of us. Despite her being extremely attractive with a body that would put any porn star to shame; I could not have been more platonic with someone.

So, you might be wondering why I was fondling her breasts. Well, Shelly got really curious and asked me whether I ever saw or felt boobs before. I answered her honestly by saying that I had no desire to before. She asked me if she could show me hers, then I could tell her what it was like. I didn’t see any problem with it.

But when we were getting inside my apartment complex, I felt bad for bringing someone like Shelly over there. I knew there were people with bad intentions all around. And someone as hot as Shelly can bring out the worst in those people if they find her on a place like this. So I had to be extra vigilant up until we entered my room. I told her that she could spend the night if she wanted to. After having dinner, Shelly took her tops off.

I told her that they looked nice; but it didn’t do anything for me. She then sat down and told me that I could feel them. And that’s how I started feeling her breasts.

—

“Sand bags!” Shelly almost screamed. “Fucking sand bags! Get your hands off of me.”

“Hey, I told you what it felt like to me.”

“Unbelievable!”

“I’m gay Shelly.” I can’t believe I had to say that again. “I like dick. I like the prominent veins running over dicks. I like the different shapes and sizes of the tip of a dick.”

“I get that.” Shelly concurred.

“I like slobbering over the meaty head.” I continued. “I like it when a big dick is ramming my insides like it’s trying to dig something out from deep inside me.”

“Geez!” Shelly exclaimed. “Now I want a dick!”

“Well, you aren’t getting it from me.”

“Don’t be silly Aaron.” Shelly laughed me off. “I usually get different reactions from people when they see my tits. So it just bugged me a little.”

“Aren’t girls uninterested in tits usually?”

“If we only count tits.” Shelly said. “There have been more girls fondling me than boys. Men have the tendency to go south pretty quick.”

“Oh well,” I said. “You can sleep on the bed. I can be on the couch for the night.”

“Nonsense.” Shelly stopped me. “We can sleep together. There should be enough space.”

I agreed and we laid down soon after.

“Sand bags though?” Shelly said under her breath.

“I’ll try to find a better analogy later.” I said after a sigh.

—

It was well past midnight when I felt the bed slowly shaking. I didn’t believe there was going to be an earthquake like that. But I still got up from the bed pretty quickly. As I turned the light on, I was greeted with a crying shelly.

She was crying pretty hard at the moment. I knew she had the tendency to get emotional from time to time. So I pulled a chair closer to the bed and told her to sit up slowly. She was crying so hard she had trouble breathing. She was still lying down.

“Okay now Shelly.” I calmly said. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I’m so sorry Aaron. I really am.”

“What are you sorry for?” I had a hard time thinking what she might have done.

“I thought we would start having sex after I got here!” Shelly confessed.

“What?” I didn’t understand.

“You’ve been so nice to me.” Shelly said. “You’re always so nice.”

“And you are also nice to me Shelly.” I tried to explain.

“But people are always nice to me for a reason. There’s always this …”

“I also have a reason.” I knew I had to make light of the situation, no matter what Shelly thought.

“Huh, what?”

“You see,” I explained. “My name is not Aaron at all. It’s Major Shields. I am currently undercover trying to find out …”

“Stop it Aaron.”

“No.” I continued. “I am really close to figuring out an alien hideout really close to your college.”

“Really!” She started wiping her face.

“And I need your help.”

“Thanks buddy.”

“No no no! I need your help to uncover this big alien conspiracy.”

“You’re a good friend.” Shelly said. “Probably my only friend.”

“Oh!” I came to a realization.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find your aliens later.” She went back to sleep.

After lying down, I realized that she might also be my only proper friend.

—

Clarke Lively has been texting me on a regular basis for quite a while. I didn’t have the urge to have sex with him at all. He even tempted me with one of the office orgies. But the thought of confronting my cheating ex fills me with so much unhealthy amount of rage that I told him I will bock his number if he even mentions anything close to Liam once again. The fear of violence from me made me stay away from them for a while.

And Clarke understood where I was coming from. Ankara Kızılay Eskort So, a few months later, he asked me if I would go out to watch a basketball game with him. The seats are what drove me there. I always admired athleticism and people in peak physical form performing sports of any kind. And I could not turn down the offer to see something like that from so close.

Of course I knew that Clarke would be expecting something from me as well. So I told him that he would have to fuck me in the bathroom anytime during the game. And he didn’t want to lose his shot. He told me to get up and follow him five minutes into the game.

“You’ll have to do me quick.” I said as both of us hurried to the bathroom. “I don’t want to miss too much of the game.”

Just as Clarke started getting a good rhythm going, the crowd went wild outside. Both of us groaned. Not at the sexual act. But for missing out some great play outside.

Clarke finished inside me in less than five minutes. Then we went out and watched the game. It had turned into a regular thing between us. He managed to get tickets for some game every month. And we would go out. I would put out, sure. But both of us enjoyed watching the sports as well.

We would get frisky if the seats were in darkened or shitty spots. Or we would do it all in the bathroom. Surprisingly, Clarke always managed to get best seats where you could really enjoy and almost forget about fucking for so long.

There was this one time, I had to let Clarke fuck me in his car since both of us got lost in the match. But I tried my best to get it done in the stadium.

—

I stopped visiting professor white all together. I heard from Shelly that he got desperate and got caught with a student’s dick in his mouth. Surprisingly, he was not fired or anything. From the outside, everything kept going as normal. But those in the know, know that he’s now the dean’s bitch. The dean lets people take turns on the pervy old man.

I stopped having sex with Raj since it looked like he got into a serious relationship. I found out about it after catching him making out with this older guy out in the open.

I asked him later that day about what he was doing with this older guy.

“We met through a hook-up app.”

“And?” I wanted explanation.

I also met people through hook-up apps. I don’t make out with them in the college campus.

“Well,” Raj explained. “He wants a serious relationship.”

“What does he do?”

“He sells … digital products and services.”

“What does that mean?”

“I know what it looks like Aaron.” Raj explained. “I really do. But believe me. We are happy. He makes me happy.”

“I believe you.” I noticed the longer hair and the looser clothing on him. “As long as you’re happy.”

—

Right at that moment, I noticed Shelly walking out of her department building with a sharply dressed man. The guy looked a little older to be a college student. And I knew he was not a lecturer. Someone that hot would definitely be under my radar if they were working in the campus.

Shelly noticed me and waved me over. As soon as I got close to them, Shelly excitedly introduced us.

“This is the guy I talked to you about.” Shelly told the man. “This is Aaron. He’s my best friend.”

“Nice to meet you Aaron.” The man said as he looked at me from head to toe.

“And this is my brother, Simon.” Shelly said.

“Nice to meet you too Simon.” I said as I was fixated on the broad shoulders and the square jaw. The Stiller’s were genetically gifted people.

“A degree in literature?” Simon straight up said.

“We talked about you.” Shelly explained.

“Yes, a degree in literature.” I didn’t understand the reasoning behind his question.

“What are your plans after graduation?” Simon asked.

I had a lot of plans. I was going to go into academia. I was to be a tenured professor. I would marry Liam. Hell, I even thought about adopting a child together. Now the future seemed all blurry to me. I was not really planning on anything. I thought I was happy fucking as many people as I could.

“I haven’t given it any thoughts right now.”

“Not now Simon.” Shelly whispered. “We talked about this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Here’s my business card.” Simon handed me his card. “I want you to reach out to me by the end of the week. We can talk about your employment situation then.”

“Thank you!” I took the card to be polite. But I didn’t want any help with my employment. The last time I went to an interview, I was molested and I found out my long term partner was cheating on me.

“He’s an investment banker.” Shelly said. “I know you might think that they are boring people, but do get in touch.”

“Yes do get in touch!” Simon looked me in the eyes. His blue eyes were mesmerizing. “I know a lot about the industry. I might not be able to get you a job in my company, but I can help you connect with people.”

“Yes he knows a lot of people.” Shelly said.

“I know about Dick and Cox law Ankara Kolej Eskort firm.” Simon mentioned nonchalantly.

My jaw dropped. I looked at Simon then turned to Shelly and then turned towards Simon again. I was honest about all the lying and cheating with Shelly before. But I did not tell her about the law firm. Or the debauchery that takes place behind the excuse of a company.

“How did you?” I was having a hard time speaking.

“Shelly told me about the company your ex used to work at.” Simon explained. “Big firms with unconventional practices like that! Word gets around.”

“Yeah!” Shelly agreed with her brother. The way she nodded told me that she had no idea what Simon was talking about.

After making eye contact, Simon slowly blinked at me, telling me all I needed to know.

“These people,” Simon took a step forward. “They think they are untouchable.” He then put one hand over my shoulder, making me shiver. “But they are not. Karma always catches up to them.”

“That bitch!” Shelly made a joke, making us all laugh.

Simon started caressing my upper arm as we laughed. “Nice deltoids, do you work out?”

“Yes!” I did not blush at the compliment. But I was close. And the way he grabbed me definitely told me that Simon also worked out.

“We need to get going now.” Shelly said.

“That we do!” Simon agreed. “But do get in touch.” He said as he stopped touching me.

As they started walking away I heard them talking.

“Oh my god Simon.” Shelly said in a loud whispery tone. “You did not just flirt with him.”

“I did not.” Simon said and Shelly looked at him. “What? Okay maybe I did.”

“I told you he’s my best friend. I don’t … I just …”

“Shelly,” Simon stopped her. “He can probably still hear us right now.”

Shelly turned around in panic. As we made eye contact, she gave me an awkward smile.

“Bye Aaron!” She said in a high pitched voice.

I could hear Simon laughing for quite some time as they kept walking away.

—

My stepfather texted me a couple of days later, asking me whether he could crash at my place again. It had become a thing. He would stay over every other week. I gave him a spare key a month ago. I texted him back, saying that he could come over anytime he wanted.

That night I was supposed to host Ron in my apartment. I texted him, saying that my father would be visiting me from out of state. He let me know that we could have some fun in the laundry room.

Sex with Ron had become a chore for me. It’s not that I did not enjoy it at all. There are moments here and there. But I was not looking forward to it.

I was greeted by my stepfather that afternoon once I went to my apartment. I have known my stepfather for so long that I was used to calling him dad.

“Things are rough, huh!” I remarked.

“Pretty much.” Dad said. “We might be divorcing soon.”

“Well,”

“Don’t worry about it son.” He stopped me. “I won’t be moving in with you. I am already looking for my own place.”

“I was not worried about that.” I said. “I wanted to know what you wanted for dinner.”

We ordered pizza and had an early dinner. We would usually be on out phones or laptops until we were sleepy. And of course, since he was sleeping over so regularly, I insisted on him sleeping on the bed with me. He protested at first, but gave in after sleeping on the couch a couple of times.

No, I did not have sex with him. There was a brief period when I thought something might happen. But with being active with so many people, I was not horny enough to sleep with the man that raised me since I turned into a teenager.

Besides, there was no sign of advances from him. So I assumed that he was completely straight, and left him alone.

That night, I picked up some clothes and told dad that I needed to do laundry.

I went to the laundry room to be greeted by a naked Ron.

“What if someone else showed up?” I asked him.

“I don’t care!”

“Well, I care.” I said as I locked the door behind me and put a shirt over the glass opening.

“I’ve been waiting for too long.” He came over and started undressing me.

“Let me just put my clothes in the washing machine.” I said after he took off my shirt.

I obliged and pulled down my pants. Then I thought about washing the clothes I was wearing. Since I would be here for a while.

“That ass is too good.” Ron commented as I bent over to put the clothes inside the washing machine. “Only if your upper body was softer.”

“This ass is a direct result of working out.” I turned around. “I’m a man; I think you are looking for a woman.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He closed the distance and dropped down on his knees.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” He then took me in his mouth and started getting me hard.

This was another thing. Ron had suspected that I might move out soon. At first, he offered me a better place for the same price. I denied, telling him I didn’t need that favour from him. Then he started being nicer Ankara Maltepe Eskort to me. I had not seen his wife for more than a month.

After getting me nice and hard with his mouth, Ron told me to get down on all fours.

Just as I assumed the position, there was a knock on the door.

“Occupied!” Ron screamed out just as he lined up his dick against my ass.

“Goddamnit Ron,” An elderly woman’s voice came out from outside. “There are more than one machine in there.”

“I am using this room right now.” He said as he lubed up my entrance. “Get the fuck out of here.”

He didn’t wait for the sound of the woman walking away. He fucked me doggy for a while before asking me to stand up. He then fucked me while I was on my back over one of the washing machines. We fucked until my clothes were dry.

That night, after going up to my apartment; I heard something familiar. The sound came from my stepfather’s phone. It was the notification alert for grindr. I knew that distinct sound pretty well; since that had led me to multiple dick appointments before.

I didn’t say anything before going to sleep. I could have easily made a mistake. I might have heard it wrong.

—

Clarke texted me the next day saying that he had managed ringside seats for a high profile boxing match. I was immediately excited and told him that we’re on. It would take place a couple of weeks later.

In the meantime, I had started exchanging texts with Simon Stiller. He seemed aloof, and I never even asked him if he was gay or not. I did not want to entertain the idea of a relationship with him. But I was full on flirting with the man with sex in mind.

Something unexpected happened in the middle of the week. Raj was waiting for me in front of my department building. He had a small bag in his hand.

“Aaron,” Raj almost ran towards me as soon as he saw me. “You said you have a small place near the shitty part of the town?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you please let me crash at your place for a few days?”

“It’s a one-bedroom studio apartment.” I said, fully knowing that it would be uncomfortable for both of us.

“Please, I need a place to hide.”

“Hide from who?”

“Hide from d …” He stopped himself, and took a deep breath. “Don’t worry, he won’t be able to harm you.”

“Who is he?”

“The guy you saw me with the other day.”

What Raj doesn’t know is that I heard Raj taking his dick in the bathroom only a day ago. I wondered what had changed in a day.

“Why me thought?”

“Because we’re not that close.” Raj explained. “He’ll find me if I move back in with my family. And he knows about most of my close friends.”

“But.” I was about to ask something else when Raj broke down.

“Can we please get going?” He spoke as tears started rolling down his eye. “I didn’t want this. You’re the only one who saw something wrong with him.”

I looked around to see if anyone suspicious was around us. Then I put one hand over his shoulder and started walking like I was hungover and Raj was helping me walk. We made it to my apartment without any hassle.

“So,” I said after locking the door. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” Why are you in such a hurry?

“I had to get out of there Aaron.” Raj started speaking. “He said that he had arranged a gangbang for me tonight. He also said that I would not get out of his house the same by the end of the weekend.”

“What the fuck?” I had trouble processing the information.

“He’s been fucking me so much,” Raj kept talking. “And I just let him do whatever he wanted with me. I don’t think my mind would stay sane if I let him have his way.”

“Wait a damn minute!” I had to stop him. “Can you start from the beginning.”

Raj then told me about how an older man had pretty much raped him into being a full bottom. The man had made plans to keep Raj as a sex slave until boredom. Then he would likely be sold to anyone with enough money. Raj was turning into such a submissive that he didn’t recognize himself anymore. The older man also recorded the two of them having sex and sold the tapes online.

Raj was afraid that something irreversible might happen when he ran out.

“Damn!” I had trouble coming up with a proper response. “I would’ve tied you to the bed if I was him. Losing a fine piece of ass like that.”

The look of shock and despondence on his face told me that I had chosen the worst possible response.

“Wait, no!” I quickly said. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. You can stay here as long as you want.”

As the final exams rolled in; I told Raj to cut and dye his hair. He wanted to completely shave it off, but I advised against it.

I escorted him to campus for exams. Other than that, he pretty much stayed shut inside the apartment. I was only having sex with Ron in the laundry room.

—

As the day of the boxing match rolled in, I decided to wear formal dress shirts and pants for the venue. After arriving there, I was disappointed to see most people so casually dressed.

When we got to the ringside, I figured out that we had the option to stand up and get closer to the ring. We didn’t even take our seat.

As soon as the fight started; Clarke’s hands were all over me. I was so happy to see a fight like this up close, that I just let him have his way with me. I tried my best to focus on the fight while Clarke kept fondling me.

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Bradley “gives it” to a local stud after the wife denies him.

I cut out of work early one Tuesday, and called Mandi to see what she was up to since she was off from work.

“Hey hun. Just finished grocery shopping and back in the house,” she said.

I was in the mood for a little “69,” where she would be laying under me, sucking me, while my face was stuffed into her pussy. It been awhile since I got any from her, or any outside source, and on this beautiful 83 degree day, I was in the mood heavy.

“Babe, I’m doing Beef Wellington, with asparagus. Gonna take me some time before we can climb into bed,” she said.

Mandi was avoiding me more and more. We could chalk it up to her work schedule, and mine as well, we could chalk it up to age, for her (my libido remained the same, if not increased), but the urges I carried needed heeding, and she wasn’t doing that. I came home, walked into the kitchen to kiss her on the cheek, then head to the bedroom to strip and shower, before heading out back into the garage to tinker with my Mustang, and perhaps someone’s husband. An hour later I was in a tank top, basketball shorts and flip flops, with the hood up on my Ford Mustang, just checking things, acting as if I was really working on the car (it was already 90 percent restored). Going outside to work on the car was an alibi to play, so I pulled out my phone then checked the apps to see if anyone was around. Herman, a 43 year old, Cuban guy, answered the bell.

“Hey man, I need to get off. What you looking to do,” he asked.

The tattooed, hairless stud was only five foot seven, 145 lbs., and looked more like he was 23, with a nice, fat, six inch cock and a bubble ass that equally craved attention. I asked him the same question.

“Sucked. Fucked, and everything in between,” he told me.

He went on to explain his wife was out at Ankara Gölbaşı Eskort work, and that he was just laid off from his job. He offered to “party,” and I resisted, for I wasn’t one to engage in that type of atmosphere. He then offered to pay me cash.

“Just bring those heavy loads,” I told him, as I saw a couple videos on his profile in which he blew huge amounts of sperm from his cock. “Its rather foolish for you to pay for sex when you’re coming to my place.”

I was giddy in knowing I was going to help a guy cum, geeked in knowing in such a short amount of time I was having hot company. I’d come down to Earth when I realized Mandi would see my “company” arriving to the rear of the house. She probably wouldn’t ask questions, as she’d align the visit to a friend helping me fix the car, but Mandi was also one who believed in treating our guests with the utmost hospitality. Same time, she didn’t know Herman, and I ran the risk of lying to her if she asked on the fly.

“Honey, me and a buddy will be in the garage if you need us. Just call or text,” I told her via text message.

Hell, I really had nothing to worry about as she hardly ever came to the back of the house other than to occasionally take out the trash. Herman would arrive not too long after I sent the wife that text as he met me in the front driveway, shaking my hand as we walked past the side of the house. Mandi had the kitchen window open as I could hear her singing, while pots and pans were clanging. I escorted my handsome friend into the open garage, then turned on the lights within the space before pulling down the door. Herman waited until the door touched the ground and pulled his shorts down, then his shirt off, as he showed his inked up, brown body. I put down the hood of my Mustang, and he laid across it, legs spread in the air Ankara Haymana Eskort as he was inviting me to do whatever I desired.

“So you want daddy to fuck you,” I asked.

“Daddy can definitely fuck me. I need cock bad,” he told me.

“How you want it hard? Soft? Long? Daddy’s gonna give it to you good,” I told him.

I never thought I would penetrate a man, but looking at Herman’s hairless, little pink hole had my cock throbbing. I pulled down my shorts as they rested around my ankles in case I needed to get dressed quickly. I grabbed some nearby lotion I brought from one of the bathrooms in the house. I walked over to Herman to see him rubbing his own nipples, so I grabbed the left one and twisted it to make him moan like a bitch.

“Yeah, you in daddy’s house now,” I told him.

“Give it to me. No more talking,” he begged.

I took my right hand and dipped it into the lotion bottle in order to get my pointer and middle finger wet, then took the same pair and slipped it into his hole, instantly rubbing circles on his walls, and tugging on that prostate. He started to wince as I pressed down harder on it, and I’d see precum push out of his cock tip.

“Oh baby,” I said, as I kept fingering him while sucking the liquid off the tip, finding Herman’s sweet nut tasted like fruit juice.

He moaned as I kept working that hole and sucking his cock, me having my way as I was priming him to take me inside. I did a few more slurps before jerking my own cock in some lotion, then raising up so I could see myself sliding in him slow as he was super tight.

“Yeahhhhh, daddy is really in charge now,” I told him.

“Fuck. Easy, easy, man, take it easy,” he wailed.

I was gentle at first, giving him a couple inches until I noticed he had no expression, so I jammed it all the way inside Ankara Keçiören Eskort him, my balls slapping while making him whimper. I had to cover his mouth with my right hand to mute the noise. I’d pull out, then slid my pulsating cock into his valley again, I’d never felt such a tight crevice.

“Damn boy, you’re so warm. You got my wife’s pussy looking less and less desirable right now,” I told him.

I pushed and pulled into this buddy as he made his sounds of delight, banging him hard now as he got used to it. I loved how our bodies clashed, my pelvis bumping into his ass as I held his legs at the knees while plowing away, hearing his gushy hole get all soaked from the penetration.

“You’re gonna make daddy nut,” I said to him.

He could only muster feminine sounds as I invaded him, guiding my cock head deep past his sphincter, digging in so much he started to complain I was hurting him.

“You got a virgin pussy, I’m just popping that cherry,” I said to him.

“Please, take it out, Brad,” he begged.

I was so close that I didn’t want to pull out, but I would, replacing my dick with my pointer finger as I wiggled it back and forth inside of him. I let go of his legs and reached down to suck on that pretty prick of his, using my right hand to stroke my cock. Either of us didn’t say a word, just moaning as we both were getting close until he warned me.

“Daddy, I’m gonna shoot,” he said.

I was a cum guzzling connoisseur, and seconds later Herman would learn this as his spunk rushed to the back of my tongue as his cock was fully covered in my mouth. I’d shoot my own jizz against the Mustang, as I could hear the splat from the velocity of how it left my body. I kept my mouth on him, his cock softening as his legs fell to the hood. I got up, licking my lips and wiping my chin, before helping him off the hood. He simply smiled, then got dressed, as would I, before I escorted him to the front.

“The wife didn’t hear us,” he asked me via text later, while I was eating dinner.

Judging by the conversation Mandi led, about how tender the meat was, I was sure she didn’t.

Herman’s little tight ass learned how tender my meat was, too.

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Kyle was in Amsterdam for the first time. He was 22 years old, straight and good looking. This was his second evening in the glorious city and he was horny.

Kyle had risen in the ranks in his I.T. job remarkably swiftly and was representing his firm for a three day conference here. Unfortunately, he had been unable to bring his girlfriend with him, due to her work in the UK and Amsterdam was full of carnal temptations. Having arrived at Schipol late the previous evening, he checked into the pre-booked hotel, had a snack at the bar then retired to his room.

This was the first night since Kyle and Sienna had started cohabiting a year earlier he had been to bed alone and the first night without having sex. Yes, the young couple certainly had an active sex life and so, here he was, duvet rolled down below his naked knees, laptop on his chest, the screen glowing with the image of a bukkake video, as he stroked his rampant seven and a half incher to a satisfying climax. Reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside cabinet, he mopped the considerable amount of semen from his navel, and the back of the laptop lid before going to sleep.

That was the night before. Now it was early in the evening. He had enjoyed a tasty meal in an Indonesian restaurant and walked through the red light district, window shopping. He was amazed at how attractive many of the girls in the doorways were and was very tempted. He could afford to sample some of the delights the girls had to offer, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. He had a loyalty towards his girlfriend. Surely a blowjob wasn’t considered to be unfaithful though. Nevertheless, he succumbed.

He had walked down the Kalverstraat, a pedestrian shopping street, and found himself at the Munt Tower. The Rembrandplein was ahead of him. He decided to investigate that. He had just entered the street leading to it when he noticed on his left a Sex Shop which boasted two cinemas. The Rembrantplein would have to wait.

Kyle entered the shop and paid the guy at the desk for a ticket to the cinemas, giving the shop with all it’s naughty merchandise on the ground floor a miss for the moment.

He was told the cinema above showed straight films, the floor above that gay movies and the top floor was a cruising area. He settled for the straight cinema. It was quite small with three rows of cinema seats and at the back were two sofas side by side. There were about a half a dozen men scattered in the single seats; in the sofa by Ankara Emek Eskort the wall there was a couple, a man and a woman. He sat in the sofa alongside the couple, but nearest to the gangway. He didn’t want to encroach on their territory.

The film was a German one, with quite attractive performers and after a few minutes he was surreptitiously fondling the growing bulge in his trousers. Was this really a good idea? If alone in his room he would be able to enjoy a wank while watching porn, but here? In public? Then he noticed the arms of a couple of guys in separate seats were moving swiftly. My God! THEY were wanking! Noises from the sofa next to him averted his gaze from the screen, he looked to his right and saw the woman’s head was bobbing up and down in her companion’s lap, the man pushing her head to enhance her movements. With every upward move of her head he caught a glimpse of the man’s hard dick being fellated.

Fucking hell! Kyle now had a raging hard on. He seemed to be more transfixed by what was going on in the mini auditorium than on the screen. He leaned forward in his seat to get a view of the man sitting one seat to the side in front of him stroking his hard dick. Then looking across the gangway to his left, he watched a guy move one space into the seat next to another masturbator to give him a helping hand. The receiver of this generous action started reciprocating.

Kyle realised that he needed a pee. If he was going to throw caution and his inhibitions to the wind and bring himself off in company he needed to empty his bladder first. The toilet was on the floor above. Fishing out his semi, he emptied his bladder and as he was now by the gay cinema he decided to have a quick peek. He had no inclinations towards that genre, movie wise, but he thought what the hell. He had nothing against gays – in fact, Sienna had a couple of gay married friends who Kyle liked and they had visited them several times. He’d never watched gay porn though.

The cinema was about the same size as the one below and like the straight one was sparsely populated. He lowered himself on a seat nearest the entrance. The action on the screen was equally as explicit as the straight film, but both performers were of the same sex. Nonetheless, they were attractive guys with big cocks and were performing a sixty nine. For some inexplicible reason, Kyle found his cock stiffening again. He turned to survey the audience. Two young guys along the row in front were Ankara Eryaman Eskort snogging furiously. Another older man looked as though he was asleep and two separately seated individuals were stroking. Then one of them stood up and headed for the loo. He was in his forties and as he passed by Kyle he smiled at him. Kyle politely nodded back. A couple of minutes later he came out of the loo, but instead of going back to his seat, he leaned against the wall next to and just behind where Kyle was seated.

Kyle felt slightly uncomfortable. Was this a come-on? When he turned his head towards the man he realised it was exactly level with the guy’s crotch and the man was gently fondling it. Again, inexplicably, Kyle’s cock twitched. He looked up at the man’s face. The man smiled again and gestured with his head to go upstairs. The man moved away from the wall and went upstairs. Kyle was in a turmoil. Should he follow? There was litlle doubt that his feelings were a mixture of trepidation, self doubt yet excitement. And he needed to get off. Perhaps if the guy gave him a handjob, that wouldn’t turn him gay and he’d heard that it was reputed that men gave better handjobs than women. After all, men know what they like. And a handjob from another guy wasn’t being unfaithful to his beloved girlfriend, great as her handjobs were.

He ventured upstairs. It was very dark. When he reached the top he realised that it was in fact dimly lit and his eyes soon became accustomed to it. It was a mysterious place. In the centre of this large space was a honeycomb of what appeared to be doors. The man he had followed up was standing in front of one of them. He opened it. Kyle peered into it. The interior was small with two walls which met each other at the back, thus making the cabin triangular. The man said something in Dutch. “I’m sorry, I’m English,” replied Kyle. The man spoke in perfect English. “You go in here.”

Two of them in such a cramped space? “No, I don’t think so. Sorry.” said Kyle.

“No, no. I go in this one.” the Dutchman said, indicating the door next to it which was slightly at an angle. He opened that door and went half inside, beckoning Kyle to go in his. Kyle was baffled but did as he was told. Both doors shut and when Kyle heard a bolt go next door he realised his had one and he locked it. He now saw that the two adjoining walls had a large hole, roughly waist high and another smaller one about eye level.

What was he doing here? This was Ankara Esat Eskort so alien to him. Then he noticed a hand appear through the hole. Kyle froze. His first instinct was to make a hasty retreat, but he realised he was still feeling horny and his cock was stirring again. The hand disappeared and the man’s face appeared. “Put your cock through. I suck you off!” the man whispered.

“What the hell,” he thought. ” I need to cum and I can’t seen him.”

Kyle unzipped his trousers and lowered them to his knees, then his boxers. His large prick, now almost at its full stiffness, sprung out and he guided it through the hole, balls and all. He felt a soft touch to his testicles as one invisible hand gently fondled them, then a warm and wet sensation around the end of his cock which sent electric shocks tingling all over his body. He gripped the top of the wall as a tongue slid under his foreskin and rolled round his helmet. Invisible fingers gripped the base of his raging hardon and started slowly masturbating it. He thrust forward against the wall as the slurping mouth engulfed the entire seven and a half inches. This was fucking sensational!

Sienna gave him a brilliant blow job, but this was the dog’s bollocks. And his own were getting the full treatment as well. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. The combination of hands, mouth and tongue were transporting him to places he’d never been before. He felt the impending explosion churning in his over-full balls. Even the deeper suction of mouth on his cock and squeezing of his scrotum took him over the edge. The slurping sounds from the other side of the wall turned to deep gulps as his spunk rocketed out of his dick in torrential spurts down the Dutchman’s throat. Kyle almost passed out, such was the intensity of his orgasm. He found himself hanging on the top of the wall to stop his knees buckling.

As Kyle pulled his pants and trousers back up he suddenly noticed a flaccid cock suddenly appear through the opposite glory hole.

“Sorry, pal,” Kyle thought, wryly. “Perhaps my friend’ll help you out.”

He opened his door to be met by his neighbour who held out a hand. Kyle shook it warmly.

“Thank you,” said the Dutchman. “Het was lekker” which roughly translated means That was wonderful. Then he went into the cabin Kyle had just vacated to oblige the newcomer next door.

When Kyle returned to his hotel he had only mild feelings of guilt. He couldn’t even help wondering if either of Sienna’s gay friends were such experts at giving blowjobs. Naughty boy!

An Extra Note. The sex cinema in this story really exists and is still active and in the location described. In my younger days I had many a horny experience there and when I received a blowjob through the glory hole it was the same glorious experience I put Kyle through.

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Advance notice. There may be some corniness and slushiness ahead. (I mean, look at the title — right!) But who doesn’t enjoy a good love story?

So this story had an unusual start. I had an anonymous email from someone who had enjoyed Broadway Break and noticed a hidden little dig, realized what it was about (me being annoyed by some stupid reactions to a recently finished UK TV programme), and asked for some fan-fiction.

Sorry, just no. Weird!

To clarify, these characters are not (as none of my characters are) based on real people. They are more inspired by the potential of a performance that never happened. I don’t know how else to explain it.

Somehow, and it’s strange how these things happen, the email triggered my imagination and in came charging these two characters, bouncing around in my head demanding I wrote their story. This what happened with my manor series. I had to start writing it because they were bugging me so much, and I learned my lesson. This time I’ve just gone with it, as I know I won’t be able to concentrate until they are done.

I hope you enjoy meeting Frankie and Cam. I think they are pretty amazing. It is a one off story, so longer than some. The story is set in the fictional world of competitive ballroom dancing, which I would assume bears no resemblance whatsoever to reality.

Warning: If you are of a sensitive disposition, then please be aware of the following potential triggers. Suicide attempt, homophobia, emotional abuse, physical violence, racism.

Yes, it’s pretty slushy, but there is also a storyline.

I’ll also take this opportunity to wish everyone only the very best for 2024. Happy New Year Ya’ll x

Tess O’Meter — Green/Amber.

-X

The room whirled around them. Cam concentrated hard not to stumble as they spun around and around.

Beth’s dark gold gown flowed around both their legs as he held her. She felt like air in his arms. She moved with him, every step, every breath totally in sync.

Only three couples remained on the dance floor.

As he changed their direction, his eyes caught those of his main rival. Francis Vega-Caro. With his dark brown eyes always seeming amused, and his smile always superior.

Cam had to force himself not to tense. He gritted his teeth behind his lips. Keeping his face impassive as he allowed his gaze to drift naturally past his nemesis. As if he wasn’t even there.

Then Beth did tense and he instinctively moved her to block her, but it was too late. The judges had seen.

“Mr Camillo Russo and Ms Beth Kato.”

They were done.

Cam moved them in a final spin to the edge of the room, and then supported Beth as she leaned and drew in deep breaths.

“Okay?”

“Oh, Cam. I’m so sorry.”

“What happened?”

“I just felt so sick all of a sudden.”

“Let’s go, get some air.”

They shouldn’t have left, but he explained quietly to the official on the door and he let them pass to the large patio and bar area.

Even as he took some iced ginger ale from the barman with thanks, he heard the final couple be eliminated and the announced winners.

“Mr Francis Vega-Caro and Ms Mia-Rosa Sanna.” He wrinkled his nose as he sat and handed the drink to Beth.

“I’m sorry, Cam.”

“It’s fine, Beth. It’s not your fault. Why did it have to be him though?”

Beth sipped and sighed. “Mia’s one of my closest friends. And Frankie’s adorable.” She tutted when Cam snorted. “He is. Why do you hate him so much?”

“I don’t HATE him. I don’t even care that much. I just hate the way he looks down his nose at me.”

“He doesn’t, Cam. He wouldn’t.”

“He’s practically royalty you know.”

“Cam. He was raised in England because his mother’s family didn’t approve of her choice of partner. A musician from Cuba, so shocking! She’s very loosely related to someone who is about fifty-eighth in line to the Spanish throne. That’s nothing to do with Frankie.”

“He went to Eton.”

“For five minutes. Mainly because he could walk there from home.”

Cam merely raised his glass as if she had proven his point and Beth growled, then laughed. “You. What you do to my blood pressure.”

“Don’t say that.” Cam leaned forward, concerned. “You are feeling better?”

“I’m fine, Cam. But I can’t believe it’s over. For a whole year. You really should find another partner. I would understand.”

“I don’t want another partner. The circuit can wait until your selfish husband lets you come back and dance with me again.” He grinned when she laughed. “I’ll be busy with the Paris competition.”

“It’s a risk, Cam. Isn’t the circuit safer?” Beth knew that Cam was trying to save to send his younger brother to veterinary school. But he was running out of time, so he was using all his money to enter the prestigious Paris competition, run once every five years, where your partner was a name pulled out of a hat, so to speak. The prize money would change your life, but it was pure luck.

“You don’t have faith in me?”

“I believe in you completely. Ankara Etimesgut Eskort But what if your partner is no good?”

Cam started to answer, but then rose when Mia rushed over. “Mia. Congratulations.”

She hugged him exuberantly, whispering a quick stream of rapid Italian in his ear. When he answered she finished with “Hai bisogno di un taglio di capelli,” pushed his dark blonde hair back out of his eyes, and rushed around to the chair next to Beth. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Cam merely nodded and re-seated himself as Frankie wandered over. Irritated by everything from his superiorly shiny shoes to his tight cornrows pulled back to a small bun.

Frankie flashed him a blinding smile, but then crouched down by Beth with what Cam couldn’t deny, was genuine concern.

He took Beth’s hand, his skin shades lighter than her glowing ebony. “Are you alright? What happened? They said you were unwell.”

“I just got really sick.”

“Ah.” Frankie turned to Cam now and pouted at him. “You terrible man. You made the baby seasick.”

“Stop it. He’s already nervous about the baby.”

“Maybe we should have stopped competing sooner,” Cam mused.

“See!” Beth slapped Frankie’s arm. “Go sit down and stop causing trouble.”

Still smirking at Cam, Frankie wound his way around the table and slid into the chair next to him. Arranging himself with, what Cam considered to be, unnecessary elegance.

“Are you wearing mascara?” Cam asked him artlessly.

“Yes. We don’t all have natural lashes as long as my forearm,” Frankie returned. Peering closely at Cam with undisguised admiration.

Cam folded his arms across his chest and sank into his seat. He knew better than to tangle with Frankie. He would leave the conversation to the girls.

And sulk.

-X

Two weeks later, Cam was waiting with a small group as the names were pulled for the Paris competition.

He had congratulated Mia, who had been matched with Robert Armstrong, known as Robbie. He was close with Frankie, so she already knew him well. Robbie’s usual dance partner, Collette, had been matched with an American lady who was new to the circuit but very talented, he thought they would do well.

When Frankie had come over to speak with Mia and Robbie, Cam had excused himself as politely as he could.

The man simply irritated him. His enthusiast overconfidence just rubbed Cam the wrong way. It was easy to be confident when you had never had to work a day in your life. When rose petals just fell beneath your feet as you walked.

Cam had tried to be polite when Frankie had arrived. Mia hugging her usual dance partner happily and rubbing her hand with familiarity over his head, “Your cornrows have gone. Oh, I like this.”

Frankie had laughed and rubbed his own hand over his closely cropped hair, “Thanks. Time for a change.”

Mia had then turned to answer the question that Cam had just asked. Informing him that Frankie had funded her entry fee for the competition, as well as his own, because he thought it would be fun.

Fun?

Cam wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to make rent and eat over the summer, and Frankie could just do this for fun.

He had needed to excuse himself. He hadn’t wanted to lose his temper in front of Mia. But fun? Fucking hell.

He had attached himself to a group on the other side of the room, where he could maintain a vague conversation and try to calm down. When he heard, “Mr Camillo Russo.” His eyes locked on to the podium. His name out of the hat. Who would he be matched with?

“I hope it’s me,” Susan, a friend of his from the UK, linked her arm with his. He smiled and squeezed her hand. But his entire body went numb at the next words from the podium.

“Matched with, Mr Francis Vega-Caro.”

The small group all turned and looked at him. In fact, Cam suspected the entire room was staring at him. It was no secret that he and Frankie couldn’t abide each other.

“Excuse me,” Cam managed, and turned on his heel, heading out of the closest door.

He made it to some picnic tables and shakily sat down, his head sinking onto his arms. What the hell had he done? He had gambled everything, his brother’s future on this competition, and now it was over before it had even begun. He wanted to weep. It would take years. Years, to re-earn what he had lost.

He sat, panicking and regretful for some time. Jumping slightly when a hand brushed his shoulder.

“Here, drink this.”

Cam’s head shot up as Frankie sat opposite him. He looked at the tall, sweating glass, “I. I don’t really drink.”

Frankie smirked, “It’s water.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Cam took the glass and drank thirstily. He put the glass down and looked everywhere but at Frankie.

“Is it really so terrible?” Frankie asked.

“What?” Now Cam did look at him. Frankie regarded him with sad dark eyes. Cam thought whimsically of baby seals.

“Is it really so bad to be matched with me? We can win. We’re both Ankara Etlik Eskort very talented.” Frankie smiled a little now, “Me more so, of course.”

Cam was too confused to bite. “You would dance with me?”

“Why not?”

“I just thought,” He broke off and frowned. Feeling unsure.

Frankie rapped the table with his knuckles to regain Cam’s attention. “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you want to win?”

“I need to win,” Cam admitted slightly desperately.

The question came and went in Frankie’s eyes but he didn’t ask. Instead he said softly, “So let’s win.”

Feeling like it was some sort of reprieve, Cam held his hand out. “Yes. Okay, let’s win.”

“Oh good, you found him,” Robbie appeared as they were shaking hands, and Cam pulled back quickly, weirdly embarrassed. “You alright, kid?” he asked, looking at Cam, who nodded.

“Good. So Mia and I will be using her space to rehearse. That leaves mine free for you two.”

Frankie frowned, “What about Collette?”

“She’s going to be staying in Paris. That’s where, um, shit I’ve forgotten her name already.”

“Carin,” Frankie supplied. Of course he knew everyone.

“Right. Carin. She lives in Paris. Her boyfriend is French. They will stay here and save on travel.” He looked seriously at Frankie and Cam. “Come on, guys. This won’t be easy. My studio is close to both your apartments. You can do your thing and go separate ways at the end of the day. No one has a home ground advantage.”

Cam caught Frankie’s eye. “I think it’s a good idea,” he suggested hesitantly.

Frankie nodded, “It is.” He gave Robbie a quick sideways hug. “Thanks, man.”

Robbie grinned. “I’ll get a spare set of keys to Frankie for you, Cam. I’ve got to run. Good luck. We’re gonna kick your arses!”

He hurried off leaving Frankie grinning. “Give me your phone,” he said to Cam. “I’ll put my number in. The first dance will be sent by text on Friday night. Shall we plan to start Monday? I’ll bring the spare keys with me then.”

“Eight am? I’ll bring breakfast.”

“Perfect, I’ll bring coffee,” Frankie handed Cam’s phone back and caught his look. “Would you prefer tea?”

“Tea. Yes please. That’s very kind.”

Frankie smiled and rose, lifting Cam’s empty glass. “I’ll pop this back to the bar. See you Monday morning.”

Cam mumbled a goodbye and then sank, exhausted back on the chair, as the sun turned red in the sky. Maybe, just maybe everything wasn’t over.

-X

Frankie wasn’t surprised to find Cam waiting at five minutes to eight on Monday morning. He gave him a cheery hello, handed him the drinks, and unlocked the door before taking the drinks back.

“I love this space,” he admitted as he sat at in the small kitchen area and pushed a cup towards Cam, taking a grateful sip of his own. “I love the way the patio doors there lead out to the little private garden. It’s such a lovely space. Here’s your keys.” He handed the spare keys to Cam.

“Thanks. I have breakfast, if you want. I just need to reheat it.”

“Please,” Frankie watched the microwave with interest and made grabby hands as Cam brought the container back over. “What have we got?”

Cam smiled slightly as he passed the container over and a fork. Laughing when Frankie lifted the lid and ‘Ohhhhhh’d’ with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Is spicy sweet potato and tomatoes, with ham and some other vegetables. It’s something you make with the leftover food.”

“You made this?”

“Si.”

“Thank you, Cam.”

“Ah, you are welcome.” Cam tucked in. He had always avoided Frankie in the past, and it was a little disconcerting to be the main focus of his attention.

They ate in a surprisingly easy silence. Then when they were finished Frankie opened with, “So, Viennese Waltz!”

Cam made a ‘me first’ motion and brought out a coin, tapping it gently on the counter, trying not to seem too agitated. “I had an idea. It’s good, I think.”

“Okay. I’m listening.”

“We will have four dances. I think we should take turns. One leads and choreographs the first dance, then we swap, then again and again. I think if we don’t have a clear lead, we will argue.”

Frankie made his face overly shocked, “Who us?”

Cam snorted a little, but then tapped the coin again. “I think we should throw, um, flip the coin to see who goes first. Who leads first. Is fair,” he insisted when Frankie shook his head.

Frankie gently took the coin from Cam’s grip and placed it on the counter, holding it with one finger. For some reason, Cam’s face flushed when he realized Frankie’s gold nail polish matched the coin perfectly.

“I think your idea of swapping is very good,” Frankie told him. “But we don’t need to toss a coin. Viennese Waltz is your dance, Cam. It’s one you excel at. You should lead first.” He smiled when Cam’s mouth dropped open. “I see I’ve surprised you.”

Cam could only stare. He was, if he was honest, totally shocked.

“We can both have input though,” Frankie asked, pleased when Ankara Gaziosmanpaşa Eskort Cam nodded. “But the final say is the lead. Yes, it’s good.” He leaned forward and placed a hand gently on Cam’s arm. “Cam, will you do me a favour and try to remember that you don’t know me very well?”

“Okay,” Cam managed.

“Thank you.” Frankie stood, holding his arms out. “Now we start. I’m all yours.”

-X

Several days passed in harmony and some excitement as they shared ideas and learned each other’s abilities.

They couldn’t, of course, spin for seven or eight hours a day, so practiced other dances, did yoga and shared meals as they planned and learned.

However, the closer the first dance came, the more tempers started to fray and tensions rose. After nearly two weeks, rehearsals were stretching later in to the day and night as they strove for perfection.

The Friday before the competition, which was on Monday, Cam stumbled and broke off from a spin, pressing his fists to his eyes and letting out a cry of frustration.

Frankie just stood, sweat soaked, his hands on his hips, and waited. He had given up trying to soothe Cam. He just got his head bitten off. Nothing had gone right today. They were both tired, bitchy and pissed off.

Obviously Cam was bitchier, Frankie thought to himself, as he stood and panted.

Cam cursed and paced, then strode back to Frankie, his blue eyes cold, dark, and hard.

“You wanna take a break?” Frankie offered.

“No.”

“Okaayyyy.” Frankie rolled his eyes as he was yanked impolitely back into hold. Trying and mostly failing to relax his shoulders. He was going to have to call someone, anyone, and beg for a massage tonight.

Possibly his regular Uber Eats guy, given it was already well past 10pm. Have hands, will massage. Be better than nothing, right?

Before they even started moving again, Cam threw Frankie’s arms away in disgust and demanded, “What is this? What are these ape arms?”

He staggered back in shock, nearly falling on his ass, when Frankie’s palms slammed into his chest. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Nothing but a grunt came out when Frankie slammed him again and he crashed back against the mirror. Cam automatically lifted a hand to protect his chest. He wasn’t sure his heart could take another blow like that, it was thundering so hard.

“What did you say to me?” Frankie’s eyes were molten fury. Cam realized with shock he couldn’t find his English through a sense of panic. “I!”

“Do you speak to Beth like that?” Frankie practically growled as he saw the answer in Cam’s expression. “She should kick you in the balls,” he hissed, and turned away. But not before Cam saw the anger flicker into hurt and disappointment.

“Frankie, wait,” Cam rubbed his chest, getting no more than a dismissive gesture from Frankie as he walked straight out the door. “Fuck!”

He stood for a moment, breathing hard. Still rubbing his chest and shaking. He didn’t fully understand why Frankie had been so mad, but was starting to get an idea from his asking about Beth.

He rubbed the back of his neck and his gaze landed on Frankie’s jacket. “Oh, shit.” Picking it up, he found as he expected Frankie’s phone and keys. He had walked out wearing nothing but sweat soaked leggings and tank, and wouldn’t even be able to get into his flat.

Sighing, Cam pulled on his sweatshirt and shoved Frankie’s light jacket into his backpack. He quickly found a notepad in the kitchen and scribbled. ‘Heading to your place with your keys.’ Tucking the note into the door handle once he had locked up. Then he headed out, following the fastest route to Frankie’s apartment.

His mind whirled as he half jogged along. It wasn’t cold, but he was worried Frankie would catch a chill, or turn back and they would miss each other.

He hurried by an alleyway. A shortcut he knew, but it was pitch dark and probably full of broken glass and supermarket trolleys. He paused at a familiar noise. Laughing and scuffles, followed by the unmistakable sound of a fist slamming into a gut and the grunt/groan that followed.

Cam moved into the shadows and headed into the alleyway. Silently shrugging off his backpack and tucking it behind a bin as his eyes adjusted.

He could hear the laughing clearer now, and under it the gasp sobbing of someone in pain. At least four people, and someone was getting the shit kicked out of them.

He crept closer and could make out shapes. Four guys and someone on the ground.

‘Fuck you,’ he thought to himself. He knew how to fight. Two years running wild around the docks in Naples, before the nuns had plucked him out of there, had honed his survival skills. Time to even the fucking odds.

With his natural grace he ran silently into the fight. Nearly losing the advantage when he recognized, with a flash of shock, the pink and orange pattern of Frankie’s vest top curled on the ground.

He slammed into the group and sent two men flying. Letting pure fury rule, he delivered a vicious kick to the first guy’s crotch and another kick to the second man’s mouth. Satisfied at seeing blood spurt. A yell and running feet behind him, he turned and blocked the fist that was heading for his face, sending the man to his knees with a blow to his stomach.

The first two were already scrambling away. Fucking cowards.

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Sam meets Danielle.

Danny looked at his sexy uncle to answer his question about Sam and said, “Not good. We used to have a great time with each other but since mom died … nothing.”

Art kissed his dad and looked at Danny and said, “Your dad has a great cock just like his brother. I only gave him a blow job once before I was in high school. Your mother caught us before he could fill my mouth.” He stroked his father’s cock. “I guess he told my dad I was a good cocksucker because before long I was Matt’s fagot.”

“Well with mom gone I haven’t had a taste of his great dick and it ain’t like I haven’t tried. If I hadn’t found Uncle Matt’s hard pole, I don’t know what I’d do. And you, Art, oh my god, what a great body. If I were a girl, I’d make you marry me. After fucking me a few times”

Art smiled. “Maybe someday, Danny. I mean Danielle.”

Matt smiled and kissed first Art then Danny. Playing with Art’s tit he said, “Well it’s great knowing that there are two great queer boys in the family. Danny, your pa, and me use to fuck around with each other before Art started to give up his pussy to me. Damn I miss his cock. Does he still shoot a gallon of love juice?” He tongued his boy’s ear and felt up his kid’s cock.

“Always a large load,” Danny said. “He shot so much there was enough for mom and me to have our own drink. I miss that. After three months I can only imagine how much he’ll shoot.”

“Well damn it,” Matt said. “I want some of my brother’s cock. You go get him and bring him here this Friday night. We can all play bury the cock.” He pulled Danny close and Frenched kissed him causing Danny to get a hard on. “You go tell Sam that brother Matt needs him.”

Danny Ankara Dikmen Eskort got up and moved to the front door, Art was right behind him followed by Matt. He stopped and said, “I’ll be back here Friday night with or without him.”

Art planted a deep, sexy, tongue kiss on Danny’s mouth. “You better, Danielle. I want to maybe marry you if Sam and Matt give the okay.”

Matt pushed Art away and whispered into Danny’s ear, “I may want your pussy just for me.”

Danny opened the door, waved goodbye, and got in his car and drove home. It was only noon and if Sam went to work, he wouldn’t be home yet.

When Danny got home, he saw his dad’s truck was gone. He went in the house and made himself a quick lunch before cleaning the house.

He found all the dirty clothes and did two loads of wash, cleaned the bathroom, and changed the linens on his father’s bed. Done he saw he had about ninety minutes before Sam got home if he didn’t stop at a bar.

Looking in the closet of his mother he saw lots of dresses, skirts, slacks, and shorts, still hanging there just as almost four months ago. His dick got hard. Next, he looked in her chest of draws. He found bras, panties, nylons, babydolls and two wigs. In the bathroom closet he found make-up and his mom’s perfume. He uncapped it took a whiff and his cock got hard thinking of her giving him a blowjob while daddy fucked her ass.

“What if he thinks I’m her?” He asked himself. He got naked and looked at his body in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. Not bad he thought. Art wants me as his wife, maybe. He found his mother’s hair removal and went into the shower; He soaped up first Ankara Alemdağ Eskort and with a new razor shaved all his light brown hair from eyes down. Next, he used hair removal to get anything he may have missed. The underarms and ass crack were the hardest.

Danny had only half an hour to dress. Being about the same size as his mother he knew everything would fit. He found one of her favorite dresses. He pulled on a sexy pair of panties, lacy bra, he filled the cups with tissue paper. He put the dress on and found it looked fairly good. He sprayed himself again with the same perfume his dad made him wear when they slept together. The wig came next. He did his best to fluff it up to have it look sexier. He needed some make up but not knowing what to do just applied lipstick and gloss.

Dressed as his mother he waited and while doing so he practiced walking in a pair of two-inch heels learning to walk as a girl. An hour went by, and Sam pulled into the driveway. Danny walked to the kitchen and looked out of the window above the sink with his back to Sam when he came in.

“Danny, I’m home,” Sam said as he entered the house. “Where are you?”

Sam walked into the kitchen and saw someone dressed in his wife’s dress. “Who are you?”

“It’s me, Danielle, your new wife.” Danny said. He walked up to Sam and even in two-inch heels he got on tiptoes and kissed his father. There tongues twisted against each other causing each to get a hardon.

“Danny. You-you look so much like her,” Sam said. “But why?”

Danny reached up again on his toes, and he kissed him again. “I want to make love to you like she once did,” Danny said. “I need you. Ankara Elvankent Eskort I love you. I want to be your wife.” He fell to his knees and opened Sam’s fly and pulled his stiff dick out. “I’m going to blow you like a girl, like Danielle would.” He gently sucked the tip of the cock before licking the whole shaft. Danielle cupped the low hanging balls that overfilled his left hand while bobbing up and down on his father’s penis. “Take me to your bedroom and fuck my pussy. Make me your fagot wife.”

Sam picked Danny up and carried his son, his bride-to-be, to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Within five seconds he was naked and removing his son’s dress and panties. Seeing his son’s hardon he took it into his mouth. He wet a finger of his right hand and played with the boy pussy and finger fucked him as he sucked cock.

“Oh yes father, give me your shaft. Fuck me. It’s been too long.”

“Yes, my honey,” Sam said as he removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue and got Danielle’s cunt ready.

Now as Danielle she could moan from the pleasure her father was giving her ass.

Sam got into position to fuck his new daughter, his new fagot wife in the missionary position. He sank into the tight pussy and slowly rocked in and out of the love canal. Sam could feel her fingernails digging into his biceps as they fucked. It felt good to Sam to be sexually fucking his little boy. It felt right.

“Oh daddy, I’m going to cum now.” Danielle said.

“Me too baby, I’m going shoot my cum up into you. Deep into your pussy.”

Father and son came together. Sam shot ten ropes of thick cum into his new daughters hole. He gently pulled out of her and slowly licked at the sperm coming out of her ass hole.

“Give me some, daddy,” Danielle said. “Give some of your cum.”

Sam, with a mouthful of used cum bent over his boy and opened his mouth over his and let what cum was in his mouth fall into Danielle’s. She gladly took it, smiled at daddy, and swallowed.

“Thank you, daddy.”

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Author’s Note: I want to take a moment to thank my volunteer editor – Neuroparenthetical. This story is the twentieth piece he has edited for me. He is always thoughtful, supportive, and diligent in how he approaches the process of offering feedback and suggestions. Thank you so much for all of your continued assistance, Neuroparenthetical.

“It was a story about love… love that transcended definition. So often, love is pigeonholed into just one of the narrow categories of lust, platonic friendship, or romance. The relationship between Jude and Willem depicted a love without limits. It was transformative in nature.”

“It only had to be ‘transformative’ because Jude was never shown as being anything more than a victim. It isn’t a story about ‘love,’ it’s a story about trauma.”

“Why can’t it be both? Can’t people who’ve lived through trauma experience love? Surely, you don’t think that their experiences make them incapable of such a basic human experience.”

“That’s not what I was saying. I was arguing that it would be better if Jude’s agency is what moves the story forwards, rather than him needing another man’s love to ‘heal’ him.”

I was starting to space out as Kitty and Angela battled for the title of most pretentious housewife with an English degree from the Seven Sisters. I’d been a member of the neighborhood book club for three years, and it had always been that way between them.

The charcuterie board positioned on the coffee table was still holding up well, though the brie had been the first thing to go. Nobody needed another cocktail; that would have been my perfect excuse to go to the kitchen for a short reprieve.

As if some lesser god had been listening to my prayers, the front door pushed open. I heard my son, Nate, along with a few other boys, talking about a party they were planning to attend. They were giddy with the joy that comes with being a few weeks away from graduating high school.

I felt proud of the fact that he was graduating at all. Whereas most of the other parents had taken it for granted, we had struggled. My ex-husband and I had adopted Nate when he was ten years old; our families had told us it was insane for two guys in their late twenties to adopt a child his age. They had all wanted us to try for an infant; alas, that wasn’t in the cards for us.

Nate had always been a sweet kid, but he struggled academically. With tutoring and counseling, he’d been able to get the support he’d needed to pass his classes. To be honest, I think that participating in sports had given him more motivation to not give up than anything else had.

“Howdy, Pops!” Nate yelled as he turned the corner.

The members of the book club stopped chattering as my son and his three friends came into view. They appeared to be a little sweaty; the well-worn basketball under Jonah’s arm told the story. Teen boy musk quickly started to fill the room, overpowering the Chanel No. 5 that had been lingering in the air.

“Hey, son,” I replied. “We’re just having that book club meeting I told you about. Did you need anything from me?”

Part of me wished he’d say “yes” so I’d get the excuse I’d been looking for earlier. He paused for a moment, as if he was processing my question like it had much higher stakes than I had intended.

“No, I think we’re good. I’m just going to take the guys back into the kitchen. We’re going to raid the fridge to see if we can find anything good. Then we might cool down in the pool.”

“Sounds good. Let me know if you need any help finding anything.”

As my attention reluctantly returned to my guests, I couldn’t help but notice that the five women who had just been discussing what constituted ‘trauma porn’ were ogling a group of young guys who’d only turned eighteen in the last few months. I was the only man in the club — what a nice, gay privilege, right? — and I was about ten years younger than the rest of them.

I chuckled to myself. Even when I had been younger, I’d never been into twinks. I’d gone through a phase where I’d been one, but I’d never been attracted to them. Most of my son’s friends fell squarely in that category.

Jonah, Nate’s best friend, who was standing by his side, had a baby face and a lean body: twink. Carlos was standing behind him. I’d seen them play water polo together. I mean, he shaved his skinny legs: twink. I didn’t recognize the last boy in the group. He was whispering in Carlos’s ear while a mischievous grin spread across his face.

The boys began to walk towards the kitchen – well, most of them. My son, Jonah, and Carlos charged ahead, while the mysterious figure ambled towards our group. He looked different than my son’s other friends. There was no other way to phrase it, but he looked like a ‘real’ man. Sure, a young man but a man nonetheless.

The assembled subset of the D.A.R. was transfixed as he approached. He stood about six foot three and had a muscular build. I knew from looking at him that he must have spent more time at the gym than Ankara Çukurambar Eskort studying for his AP exams. His biceps were bigger than mine, although I had never been a gym bunny. I wondered who he knew from our group; it wasn’t impossible that one of the women was an aunt or a close friend of his mother.

“Mrs. Langford,” he said making eye contact with Kitty. “What a nice surprise.”

Kitty blushed; she grasped her book close to her Dior-clad bosom. Even though she was pushing fifty, she had the glow of a high school cheerleader being approached by the captain of the football team.

“It’s lovely to see you, Cooper. How is your mother doing? It’s been far too long since we’ve gotten together. I think I last saw her at the gala for the youth orchestra.”

Cooper? Cooper? Cooper! Oh fuck, that’s little Cooper Crestwood? I could see it all of a sudden. He had the same piercing green eyes and half-cocked grin. He must have sprouted six inches and put on thirty pounds of muscle since I’d last interacted with him. I couldn’t recall when it had been, but it most certainly hadn’t been longer than a year.

“She’s doing well,” he said before taking a long pause. “Wow! Just… wow!”

Kitty laughed bemusedly as Cooper’s smile beamed at her with an intensity hot enough to melt butter. She resituated herself on the plush sofa, taking care to never uncross her ankles.

“I just can’t believe how much you look like Holly,” he gushed. “You two are practically twins. Every time I see you, I can’t help but notice it.”

I felt myself suppressing a smile. Holly was Kitty’s twenty-one-year-old daughter who was studying at Barnard. She had always reminded me a bit of a young Audrey Hepburn; Kitty, on the other hand, looked more like a middle-aged Katharine Hepburn.

“Cooper Crestwood! You are too much! The words just drip from your mouth like your tongue is covered in honey.”

“No, I swear. I think it every time I see you. I’m mean, if I was a few years older…”

“Cooper!” Kitty giggled; the other women followed suit, vicariously soaking up that special feeling: a man young enough to be their son stroking their ego. Kitty took a long sip from her martini.

“All of you look amazing. I feel like I’ve just stumbled into some sorority girls’ social gathering.”

Cooper’s eyes sparkled as he took stock of their reactions. Lilian couldn’t look directly at him; Emma’s face had turned rosy. With perfect timing, Cooper lifted the bottom of his tank top, using it to wipe a smattering of sweat from his cheek.

Emma and Angela gasped ever-so-slightly. Kitty spilled a few drops from her glass onto her skirt, which she attempted to quickly blot with a napkin. Cooper held his pose for a moment too long, giving all of the women a view of his taut, muscular six-pack abs before covering himself again.

“Well, I’ll leave you lovely ladies — oh, lovely ladies and Mr. Robinson — to get back to whatever it is that you were doing.”

Cooper almost bounded out of the room. I couldn’t help but notice his nylon shorts framing his firm, well-muscled ass as he exited. I hadn’t been purposefully looking; it was just where my eyes had wandered. As Cooper turned the corner, I could swear that his gaze met mine for the briefest moment; he knew that I’d been watching him leave just as surely as the women had been.

Cooper Crestwood: Jock? Hunk? Young stud? Himbo? I wasn’t entirely certain, but he most definitely wasn’t a twink.

The rest of the meeting seemed to go by in a whirlwind. The conversation kept shifting away from the book to memories of college and idle gossip. Cooper’s comment about the sorority gathering had been prescient.

I could hear the boys playing some video games from the den. I guessed that they’d decided that they preferred that over the pool. I’d personally never understood the appeal of shooting zombies, regardless of what age I’d been.

After the ladies left, I began to clear the leftover food and take the empty glasses to the kitchen. I’d just finished bringing in the last of the canapes when I heard someone walking up behind me. I spun around on my heels; Cooper was reclining against the countertop a few feet away with his elbows perched on the white quartz surface.

He was smiling at me; his eyes had that same sparkle they’d held earlier. I felt my heart skip a beat. I waited for him to say something – anything. He just stared.

“Did you want something to eat?” I asked. “There are plenty of leftovers. You’re more than welcome to help yourself to some stuffed mushrooms or bruschetta.”

“God, I haven’t seen you in forever,” Cooper said. “Sorry about the divorce.”

I was taken aback. Most of the adults in my social circle didn’t talk about the topic unless I brought it up first. It was some kind of unspoken agreement.

“Well, these things happen,” I said as I placed some dishes into the sink.

I could hear Cooper walking towards me. He sidled up next to me Ankara Demetevler Eskort at the sink. I felt his body emanating heat as the hair on our bare forearms grazed one another. I stared into the sink as he stared at me.

“I think he’s an idiot. I mean, he must be an idiot if he thinks he’s going to do any better than you.”

I chuckled; it was flattering to some extent, but I didn’t need his reassurance the same way the women from the book club needed his flattery. I continued to scrub some pâté off of one of the small china plates.

“Don’t laugh, Mr. R. I’m being serious here. If we’re comparing you and the other Mr. Robinson, you’re the clear winner.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. In hindsight, I think that made him feel more compelled to make his case.

“Your ex… my dad… all the other older guys don’t seem to care about their bodies. I can tell that you keep it tight, though. I mean, look at these guns.”

Cooper squeezed my right bicep, pushing up the sleeve of my Polo shirt as he did; I startled a little feeling his hand connect with my skin. I instinctively flexed; Cooper’s smirk re-emerged.

“You have it going on, Mr. R. I’m sure that if you went to a club, you could pick up any guy you wanted – even the ones half your age.”

Cooper removed his hand and took a step back. I peered over his shoulder to see him taking stock of my body. I was in shape; I tried to run every day, and lift weights a few times a week. I used exercise as a way to release stress.

“I mean, damn! I’m sure there’d be lots of guys my age lining up for you. You got cake for days, Mr. R! I’m not gay myself, but I can appreciate a guy who puts in the work.”

I began to turn bright red. I spun around to face him; it was also partly to position my ass so it was out of his view.

“Cooper, you don’t have to do this,” I said. “I don’t need my ego stroked by one of my son’s friends.”

“I’m not stroking anything. I’m just telling it like it is.”

We both gazed at one another for a moment; it was a stalemate of sorts. We were each waiting for the other to be the first to break eye contact. Cooper pulled up the hem of his shirt to wipe non-existent sweat from his face; it must have been his secret weapon. After seeing that act earlier, I knew what he was doing, and I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.

“Why don’t you go back to the den and join the others?” I said.

Cooper slowly dropped his shirt. He looked disappointed, but there was something else in his expression that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Is he excited? I asked myself. Is he enjoying this?

I turned back to the sink and listened to him walk away. I had to resist the urge to look over my shoulder; a part of me wanted to watch his juicy peach bounce as he left the room, but I was better than that.

A little while later, I was trying to ignore the bass that was rattling the windows as I focused on wrapping up some work stuff that I wanted done before the weekend was over. I had always been a bit of a workaholic; it was the rare weekend when I wasn’t on my laptop for at least a few hours.

“Mr. R?” I heard a voice call from down the hall. It only took me a moment to recognize it as Cooper’s baritone.

I stopped writing mid-sentence and walked towards his beckoning call. I could hear him moving around through the closed door of the guest bathroom.

“Yes. Did you need something, Cooper?”

“I was just hoping to get your opinion.”

The door slowly started to open. My throat went dry; I wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but I already knew that I couldn’t prepare myself for it. A swath of fair, peach-colored flesh came into view. It was Cooper’s youthful skin, and there was a lot of it showing.

Cooper stood there in what was possibly the world’s skimpiest neon blue Speedo. My heart began to race; I stopped breathing for a few seconds. I scanned his near-prefect, eighteen-year-old body. His massive pecs were devoid of hair; his small pink nipples were perky from the air conditioning; his defined abs looked rock hard; a small trail of hair led from just below his belly button down into the top of the Speedo.

I began to breathe again. I frantically looked up to meet Cooper’s gaze. He had the beaming grin of the cat that had just eaten the canary.

“Yes, um, yes. What did you need, Cooper?”

“Nate said that I could borrow any pair of trunks to use from the guest bathroom. I just wanted to make sure it was okay to wear this pair.”

“Any pair is fine,” I said as I began to retreat.

“Wait!”

Ignoring every rational thought in my mind, I slowly turned back towards him. He was chewing on his lower lip; it felt like he was preparing to devour me. A part of me wanted to let him do it, even if I knew it was just a game for him.

“They’re not too revealing, are they?” he asked, nodding down at his crotch.

Fuck! Holy fuck! Is this kid part horse? I suddenly felt light-headed Ankara Dikimevi Eskort as I processed what I was seeing. The neon blue fabric was struggling to conceal what must have been seven inches of meaty cock cradled against his hip. The weight of his fat rod was causing the Speedo to pull away from his body the slightest bit. I could see the top of his well-groomed brown pubic hair emerging through the gap.

I was transfixed; my mind went blank. I hadn’t seen a cock like that in at least five years — back when I’d had a threesome with my ex and stranger that had been blessed with a rod the size of Cooper’s.

“Mr. R? Earth to Mr. R?” Cooper was chuckling; if I’d been in my right mind, the words ‘smarmy little shit’ probably would’ve been running through it – though of course ‘little’ would’ve been figurative in every sense.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I redirected my gaze towards his eyes. They still looked like he knew something I didn’t

“I, um, I…”

“I know it doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination, but it’s not like you can see more than the general outline, right?”

Cooper grabbed the base of his dick through the fabric of the Speedo, causing it to more firmly cling to his shaft. I looked down again; I couldn’t help myself. I could see the outline of where his cock head met the shaft. I had managed to learn that Cooper was cut, in spite of the fact that he was wearing a Speedo.

My mouth was practically hanging open. It had been so long since I’d milked a huge load from a massive dick with my lips. My ex had fallen firmly in the six-inch club. It was as if I was dickmatized; I wasn’t even registering that it was connected to one of my son’s friends.

“Don’t start drooling, Mr. R,” Cooper chided before letting go of his grasp.

God, I felt so fucking stupid. I’d let him get the better of me. I could tell how much he was enjoying watching me get worked up over his body, but Cooper didn’t have all the power. I knew what it was like to be eighteen, since I’d been there myself. I had a few tricks of my own up my sleeve.

“It looks good, Cooper,” I said flatly. “Doesn’t offer a lot in the way of sun protection though. Why don’t you let me lather you up before you join the others by the pool?”

Cooper didn’t understand what I was doing. He thought that I was so enraptured that I was just looking for an excuse to touch him. I imagine that he must have liked that idea.

“Okay,” he grinned.

I grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the medicine cabinet. I squirted a larger dollop into the palm of my hand.

“Turn around so I can start with your back.”

Cooper spun around, facing the opposite wall. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were the perfect ratio. I gently applied the lotion across the top of his shoulders before gradually moving my way down. His skin felt warm below my palms; I could smell the musk in his dried sweat as it mixed together with the mildly coconut-scented sunscreen.

After finishing his back, I leaned down to massage the lotion into the back of his thighs. They were dense, bulky tree trunks. I soon reached my hands around and began to rub the front of them as well. I wasn’t going to jump to the big-ticket items right away; I was taking my time.

Once I finished his legs, I pressed my chest into his back. He didn’t budge; I’d half expected him to at least jump at little. I wondered if maybe I’d misjudged him. I let my fingers dance across his abs. They felt amazingly defined beneath my tickling touch. My hand traveled upwards to his pecks. I carefully caressed his already hard nipples, using the pads of my middle fingers to stimulate them.

For an ephemeral moment, Cooper pecs twitched, and he seemed like he was going to pull away. That would have been enough for me to regain some semblance of dignity and stop in my tracks, but he didn’t end up moving after all. I had been certain that a straight eighteen-year-old would be thrown off-balance by some light nipple play. I knew I needed to go further.

“Just a few more areas,” I said. “It’s important to be thorough.”

“Uh-huh,” Cooper replied, sounding a little tentative.

I moved my hands to the back of his upper thighs again. I stared at his firm, peachy ass stretching the Speedo fabric; they left the bottoms of his cheeks uncovered. I used my thumbs to knead the sunscreen into his exposed skin. I even slid the very edges of my fingers beneath the fabric.

Cooper didn’t move or speak, but I was certain that his breathing had become shallower. I knew that I was gaining ground; I even suspected I’d already won the battle, though I couldn’t be certain.

I slid my palms between his thighs; as I coated them with sun protection, I let the sides of my hands graze against his nuts every so often. I could feel Cooper shifting his weight. I knew it shouldn’t have, but it turned me on to see him squirm.

I left one hand caressing his inner thighs and moved the other to his lower abs. I used it to journey downward. I began to trace his happy trail with my slick fingers, following the pathway down. I could feel Cooper’s abs heaving beneath my touch. I was certain that I had accomplished what I had set out to do. Part of me wanted to keep venturing south; I didn’t want to molest the kid, though. I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

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