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Tess O-Meter — Green.

You can dip in and out of this unexpected series, but for a richer read and character development they are best when read in the order of writing. Broadway Lust Story, Broadway Love Story, Broadway Luck Story, Broadway Beginnings, Broadway Bust and Broadway to Vegas.

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“Cheesy pasta, roasted veg and salmon with extra garlicky bread, as the only person I’m planning to stick my tongue in tonight is you.” Ty frowned and turned at the lack of response to his smutty statement. Tony was sat at the counter, staring into space. “That okay?”

“What? Oh sorry yea, whatever.”

I don’t think so, Ty thought to himself. ‘Whatever’ was not an appropriate response when he had cooked, or when he was offering potential anal wonder-worship.

Also, it was not like Tony.

Turning the heat down on the salmon a little, he observed Tony for a moment.

Pale, tense and tired. Something was wrong.

The last few months had been a little challenging and very busy. Pale, tense and tired had become Tony’s default for a while after they moved back to their apartment.

Half of the cast from Tony’s show and half of the club’s gals, guys and non-binary peeps (or gender neutrals as one of the bar people always referred to themself), had descended upon their apartment and somehow managed to clean and clear from top to bottom without getting in each other’s way, or making Tony and Ty feel anything but loved and supported.

However, over the next few weeks, Tony had become more and more quiet and withdrawn. Retreating into himself and always exhausted.

He would put up a good front, and give it his all on stage, but literally collapse when he got home and want nothing more than cuddles.

Ty liked cuddles as much as the next guy, but he became even more concerned when he realized that Tony was struggling with, well, basically erectile dysfunction.

Ty had always thought of that as an older man’s issue. Something to worry about in later life when perhaps they were bored of sex anyway and just liked snuggling in their slippers while watching younger man porn and reminiscing.

He had been shocked as hell to find himself googling it in his late 20’s (with a YOUNGER boyfriend) and unable to get Tony hard, even if he worked at it enough to experience wrist and cheek strain.

He had also made the mistake of googling it in the bar and was so distracted that he had not heard Frank sneaking up behind him.

Frank had nipped the phone out of his hand, scanned down the page and placed the phone on the bar, easing Ty gently onto a stool. “Talk to me.”

Once Ty had poured out his fears and concerns, Frank had been calm and supportive. Confirming the first step was to see a doctor for advice and to rule out a medical cause for the tiredness and other issues.

He had also cleverly pulled out of Ty, that there seemed to be a pattern in Tony’s sleep. Or lack of.

Ty had a tendency to wake early, despite his late nights. He had never needed much sleep. Usually he would use the bathroom and go for a run.

Over the past month or so he had woken on several occasions to find Tony lying awake, staring at the ceiling and seemingly tense. Frank had deduced that this coincided with mornings when they had rolled away from each other during the night.

On the mornings that Ty had woken and found Tony still sleeping peacefully, they had always been tangled together.

Frank’s theory was that Tony either didn’t feel safe, or didn’t feel that Ty was safe, and he suggested that the two of them move back to his and his husband’s spare room for a while.

Ty had been surprised to find that Tony jumped straight on this and immediately started sleeping better.

A few days after moving back to Cal and Frank’s, Tony had his first appointment with a doctor recommended by Frank. It turned out that as Ty’s life partner, Tony was covered by Engagement’s staff health policy.

The doctor had pulled Ty in from the waiting room, after subjecting Tony to a thorough fifty-minute examination and discussion, and confirmed that although they were taking bloods to rule out any medical cause for Tony’s issues. He was sure that Tony was a fit and healthy young man and the issues were psychological.

His diagnosis was post-traumatic stress disorder. His recommendation was counselling, and he was delighted when Ty confirmed he would be happy to attend with Tony.

Even the appointment was a huge step forward for Tony, who joked as they wandered the streets afterwards that the appointment had been thorough enough to make him feel used (causing Ty to crack up and nearly drop his coffee), and admitted that it was a relief for someone to listen and give him answers.

The PTSD hadn’t been triggered, as some might have assumed, by the dangerous situation when Mrs Baginski had held Ty hostage with a knife to his throat. But rather by their move back to the apartment.

Tony just couldn’t shake the knowledge that someone had been watching his and Ty’s most Ankara Çayyolu Eskort intimate moments for months.

Ty had commented that he had felt pretty upset and maybe ashamed, by which he annoyed himself, certainly it made him feel dirty. However, he had talked it through with Tony prior to moving back, and also Frank, and had been more focused on the future by the time they returned to the apartment.

“Tony’s shyer than me,” he said. “And these things effect everyone differently.” He had turned to Tony then, speaking gently, “Baby, you could’ve told me. I would have got you out of there sooner.”

“I was embarrassed. You were fine about it,” Tony had mumbled.

Their therapist, beaming at Ty had moved forward a bit. “Yes, but as Ty just correctly stated, and thanks for that Ty, these things effect everyone differently. No one is judging you. Why are you judging yourself?”

Tony had let out a shaky sigh and wiped his face, smiling a little when Ty squeezed his hand.

“Anyone who does judge you can fuck off,” he said fiercely and made Tony and the therapist laugh.

Two weeks after their first counselling session, Ty had found himself choking on Tony’s cock again and fell back on the bed, wiping his mouth, still coughing and letting out a heartfelt, “Thank. Fuck!” which made Tony giggle for about twenty minutes.

Obviously they would continue with counselling until Tony was ready to stop. Although Tony had been too embarrassed to go and see their friend, Sarah, for free therapy.

Which actually, Ty totally understood.

Their therapist had also been to see Mrs Baginski in hospital and it turned out that she had very little memory of the events. Certainly it was too hazy for her to be replaying Tony and Ty’s live sex life in her brain.

This had helped Tony move forward even further.

Their busy time had been made even busier when Frank and Cal had taken them to one of the small apartments in the building.

Engagement was in the basement of a building that Cal and Frank owned. They lived in a luxury duplex apartment covering part of the top two floors. There were three other smaller apartments and three offices of varying sizes and companies. Including a non-profit which Ty knew for a fact did not pay rent.

The apartment that they were led to, was let to an older couple who were linked somehow to Cal. It was one level at the top of the building. Smaller than the apartment that Ty and Tony had, but felt more roomy as it didn’t have the strange layout that their current place did.

The bathroom was as elegant and luxurious as any five star hotel. The whole space felt cool and calm. Even with piles of boxes and cases everywhere. Cal had stayed inside as Frank (who Ty still couldn’t get used to seeing in his non-drag uniform of jeans, T-shirt and wigless when around the apartment), had led them through the large window to the fire escape and up to the roof.

Tucked away was a private area of garden, including a small kitchen garden with fragrant herbs.

“You only have to walk around this screen to reach our garden,” Frank confirmed, as Ty’s heart started to race with possibility. “But this part is for the apartment below, and Don would like someone to take care of his herbs and stuff.”

It turned out that Don and Sam were returning to New Mexico to Don’s family, as they were struggling to cope alone.

Ty and Tony jumped at the chance to rent the apartment, at a ridiculously low amount. Mr Baginski, their landlord, had let them out of their tenancy with immediate effect and no penalty. When they moved out, Tony had reassured him awkwardly that everything was okay, but had gone with half their stuff and Frank as soon as he could, as soon as the cab arrived.

Ty had taken longer to chat with him, thanked him for the return of their deposit and wished him and Mrs Baginski all the best. He knew that they were also moving on, although Mr Baginski’s wife would have to transfer to a hospital nearer her husband when he moved. It was all very sad. It would be some time before they could properly restart their lives together.

However, fitting work, and moving, therapy and doctors appointments over a just a couple of months had been hectic and maybe too much for Tony, who had already been run down.

Ty moved to him now and ran his hands from Tony’s shoulders down to his fingers. Lifting and kissing his palms.

Tony seemed to startle and come out of his reverie. “Sorry. I was miles away,” he smiled vaguely, but Ty was not fooled.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling bad?”

Tony frowned, “Do you know someone called Monroe Taylor?”

Ty blinked in surprise. “Er. Yea if he’s a dancer. We did a weird re-boot of Carousel off-Broadway together. Years ago.”

“Was he your boyfriend?” Tony demanded.

“No,” Ty looked at Tony, concerned. “What is this. You met Monroe?”

“He’s started in the show. Replaced Malcom.”

Ty winced. He knew the dancer had broken his leg and the Ankara Cebeci Eskort news had not been good.

“He said you used to date,” Tony told him.

Ty shook his head again and holding up a hand turned back to check the fish. Seeing it was ready he plated up their meals and sat with Tony. Giving him a pointed look until he started to eat.

“Oh, that’s good,” Tony groaned in taste bud heaven.

Ty smiled and patted Tony’s arm. So he knew he was not being dismissed. Thinking for a few minutes while they started on their meal.

“Tony. You know that I had other sexual partners before I met you. Not many, I was never promiscuous, but some.”

“Yea, of course,” Tony blushed. “Sorry, it’s none of my business.”

Ty shook his head and swallowed. “Of course it’s your business. But in answer to your question, I never dated Monroe. He’s a bit of an idiot sometimes. But I can’t deny we hooked up a few times while we were in the show.”

He lifted the bread. “Mind you, the show was only open twelve weeks,” he admitted, before taking a bite.

“He made it sound like Romeo and Romeo,” Tony admitted.

“Yea, well. It was pretty tragic,” Ty mumbled and made Tony grin. “We were young, horny and convenient. I was never a player, but I can’t deny there’s a couple of guy’s I would delete if I could.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. He was so full of it, like ‘I had him first’ pretty obnoxious.”

“Sounds like Monroe,” Ty mused. “He’s a good looking guy and I was randy. Basically we fucked a few times after the show when everyone else went home. But a few weeks in, I realized I didn’t like him very much and called it quits. The show closed less than two months later.”

Tony had relaxed more now and was eating with obvious enjoyment. “Adam told him to stop talking about you like you were a piece of meat. Monroe didn’t like that.”

Ty snorted, “He was just trying to get under your skin.”

“Yea, that’s what Adam thought.” Tony chewed and swallowed. “But I know you did date Adam. I thought it was quite serious.”

Ty grinned at the memory. “Yea, he’s a sweetheart. And smoking hot.”

They rolled their eyes at each other in appreciation and laughed.

“We dated and half lived together for about four months. Other than the very occasional hook-up, it’s the longest relationship I had, until you.”

“What went wrong? I didn’t feel right asking Adam. Oh, and we didn’t tell Monroe about you and Adam by the way, but he’ll probably find out.”

Ty blew out a wet breath, he didn’t care about Monroe. “Nothing went wrong,” he said, shrugging. “Adam dumped me.”

“He dumped you?” Tony grinned when Ty burst out laughing. “I just assumed it was the other way round.”

Ty grinned to show he was flattered, then paused to clear the plates and make coffee, before he came back to Tony who was eagerly waiting for the story.

“This has to be eight or nine years ago, remember. We had been mostly staying at my place, but Adam just sat me down one day. Nothing special, normal day. He told me he loved me and wanted to be best friends for all time; well you know how dramatic he is!”

Tony grinned and nodded.

“But he thought we shouldn’t be lovers anymore.”

“Why?”

“He said there was someone out there for me. Someone who would really know me. Who would be my person. He brushed my tears away, it was my first proper relationship, and told me I was special and he loved me, but after four months I was still a mystery to him. I needed the person who would really see me and terrify me.”

Ty sipped and smiled at Tony. “He said I might meet that person the next day and he didn’t want to be standing in the way, because he wanted me to be happy.”

Tony sat and frowned into his coffee.

“So, apart from a couple of friends arranging meet ups with people they knew. My life was mostly sad and empty for the next little while. I was never into hooking up at bars or clubs.” He grinned, “I’ve only once picked up a guy at a club.”

Tony, still looking into his coffee, smiled. His eyes crinkling in a way that made Ty’s belly turn over. “How did that work out for you?”

Ty leaned forward and kissed Tony softly, “Fucking great.”

Tony was still smiling but it was a little sad. Ty tipped his chin with a finger, “What’s wrong?”

“What if Adam was right. What if I’m not your person?”

“You are,” Ty said, a confused frown on his face.

“But I don’t terrify you, I.” Tony stopped, blinking, when Ty burst out laughing, nearly toppling off the stool.

“Are you fucking kidding me. You scare the shit out of me, Tony.”

Tony half dropped his coffee, sloping it over the counter. “What do you mean. Why?”

Ty grabbed a cloth and quickly mopped up the spill. He was stood almost between Tony’s legs, and lifted his head, looking Tony straight in the eye. “You terrify me, because you could destroy me. You could break my heart, Tony. Adam was right. He would never have been able to Ankara Çubuk Eskort do that. And you understand me like no one else ever has.”

Tony pushed the cloth aside and pulled Ty in. “I never will,” he whispered in a shaky voice against the skin of Ty’s throat. “I’ll never hurt you. I promise.”

Ty let his weight fall against Tony, feeling safe and supported. “I know.” He rubbed his chest, “You say things like that and my heart shakes.”

Tony pushed Ty’s shirt up and laid his lips on Ty’s chest, “I love you.”

“You see,” Ty half laughed. “There it goes again.”

Tony moved forward, slipping from the stool and forcing Ty back a step. “Dinner was lovely,” he said, taking Ty’s hand. “Let me thank you properly.”

Ty’s smile was huge as he let Tony lead him to the bedroom and they undressed each other while kissing.

Awkward, and takes longer than just stripping down, but they didn’t want their kisses to end.

Eventually they were naked, and Tony’s lips started to roam further. He mumbled against Ty’s pecs, “What do you want tonight? You can have anything you want.”

“Must have been good fish.”

“It was the garlic bread.”

Ty laughed and pulled Tony’s head back up for another long wet lip lock. Then he turned with a flirty smile and crawled onto the bed. Looking over his shoulder and shaking his ass at Tony. “Just use me, Baby. Fuck me good tonight,” he requested in a breathy growl.

His sultry expression dissolved into unsexy snorted laughter as Tony jumped and clapped with a happy, “Yay!” and ran out to grab some lube from the bathroom. His balls bouncing bizarrely.

When Tony jogged back in, Ty had his forehead on the bed and his ass in the air. He was still shaking with laughter.

“Why are you giggling?”

Ty rolled his head against the sheet. “I don’t know why I bother trying to seduce you.”

“Nor do I. You could just click your fingers and tell me, ‘sex now’ and the result would be the same.”

Ty snorted again. Then jumped when Tony gave him a light slap. But looking back he flashed hot from head to toe, seeing that Tony was already stroking himself and hard.

He shifted and spread his knees wider as Tony dribbled lube over his butt and started to ready him. Wider still when Tony told him, “Your butt’s too high, the angle’s wrong.”

He was breathing hard by the time he felt Tony nudge against his entrance. And humming. What was he humming?

“Tony. What the fuck? Are you humming Copacabana?”

“Am I?” A pause as Tony sank deep and Ty gasped. “Oh yea, I guess I was.” At which point Tony started humming louder and thrusting in and out of Ty in time.

“Oh Fuck. Oh Christ.”

Tony slipped his arms around Ty’s waist and chest and yanked him backwards, as he sped up, pounding hard and half singing. Thrusting forward with each panted word. “At. The. Copa. Ca. Ba. Na.”

“Urghh, ugh, ahhh,” was all Ty could manage in return.

Tony gave a half laugh and let Ty half drop to the bed, yanking his hips back into position and angling deep again.

“Like this, Babe?”

“Urghh.”

“You. Want. It. Hard?”

“Please,” Ty sobbed back, vibrating from head to foot.

Tony continued thrusting. Revelling in the hot slip and tight crush of Ty’s ass enclosing his cock. “Oh Christ, you feel so good.”

“Stop,” Ty groaned.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tony slowed his next thrust.

“I’m gonna cum. I wanna cum in you,” Ty slurred.

“Oh, that kind of stop,” Tony realized, and pulling out he jacked himself fast, erupting over Ty’s ass a moment later.

Laughing loud when Ty complained, “What are you? A cum factory.”

“Ha ha. Yea, you’re a bit of a mess back here.”

Ty took a couple of moments to drag in some harsh breaths. He was gripping his cock hard.

Tony crawled onto the bed next to him and lowered his head so he could look into his face, blowing damp hair out of his eyes, “You okay, Babe?”

“Yea, yea. You were nailing my prostate every fucking time. I didn’t want to cum.” He groaned when Tony reached out and caressed his angrily throbbing cock with this fingertips. “Bastard!”

Tony grinned, “Come on then, get me ready. It won’t take long.”

Ty, still breathing hard, sat up and pulled Tony in front of him. Tony stretched like a cat and then rounded his back, to tuck himself under Ty’s larger frame.

“I’ll get you ready,” Ty agreed and reached around to his own backside, scooping globby cum into his hand before smearing it into Tony’s crack.

“What. No. Yuk. You can’t use cum as lube,” Tony panicked slightly.

“Serve you right,” Ty giggled evilly, but then added lube.

“Oh God. That’s so gross.”

“It’s your cum.”

“And now it’s in my ass. That’s perverted.”

Ty cackled and slid his cock up and down between Tony’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Tony surrendered. “Don’t care, just do me.”

“My pleasure,” Ty groaned as with four small thrusts he entered Tony’s tight passage.

“Oh, yeaaaaa,” Tony moaned with a long sigh. As Ty cradled him, caressing his chest and stomach.

“Good?” Ty asked, as he rocked deep but gentle.

“Hmmmm.”

“Yea?” Ty reached lower and rolled Tony’s sensitive balls, while still holding him with a strong arm around his middle. Smiling against Tony’s damp neck when he started to tremble.

“Ahhhhhhh.”

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By Dudley Jarvis-North

It was hot and humid in Boston — it was August — and my thoughts turned to my cabin in Maine, on a lake deep in the woods, away from noise and humanity, with all its imperfections. Maine was God’s country, with its pine trees, rocky coastline, trails, birds, beasts, brush, and a thousand lakes and waterways.

I had been a Navy Seal, now retired and ready for some hiking, fishing, and reflection.

A thought jumped into my head. I wonder if my young ward Josh would like to join me this year. He was returning to college in September and this might be the perfect time to teach him the joys of camping. His father Mike had been my best friend. After Mike died of cancer, I became Josh’s surrogate dad, providing a male presence in his life. He called me Uncle Ted.

Josh, now 19, had grown into a handsome young man, 6-1, 170 pounds, lanky build, sandy hair, pale blue eyes, broad shoulders, washboard stomach, great legs with just enough of a treasure trail to be masculine. He was a star on his high school swim team, and reminded me of Michael Phelps, with his attractively goofy face and All-American smile. He also reminded me of his dad. My body is very different — I’m 5-9, 180 solid pounds and have olive skin, dark hair and Italian brown eyes.

I proposed the trip and Josh was instantly excited. So that Friday, off we went — with his mother’s blessing — into my Jeep, up 95, heading for the Pine Tree State.

Josh found the radio station he favored, and there it was in the pit of my stomach — a palpable excitement just being in his company. Or was he reminding me of his dad, with whom I had enjoyed many trips to the cabin? As Josh fumbled with the dial on the radio, I thought I saw him stare at my crotch. But I blew it off as my imagination.

Josh’s Dad, Mike, had been a terrific husband and father, but he had this other side that craved sex with men, or perhaps just sex with me. We had been close since childhood. We served in the Seals together. But our journey to Brokeback Mountain came much later and had started slowly — like those two cowboys in the movie — feeling each other out, afraid to make the first move, wondering if we might ruin a good friendship by veering into taboo waters.

Eventually, one night at the cabin, we both had had too much to drink and did everything two hot guys could do. We tasted each other’s dicks, fucked, and even explored watersports. Our sexual adventures are forever in my memory, but this story is not about those. This is about Mike’s son.

Josh and I arrived at the cabin, about 100 miles north of Boston, and I put him right to work. The large room was musty and damp from its perch on the lake. I opened the windows and as I turned around, Josh had flopped on the double bed — the only one in the cabin, although there was also a couch.

“Uncle Ted, is this where you and Dad slept?”

I groaned to myself. Jeezus, where did that come from? I didn’t know what to say, but had to say something. “Yeah, we were going to take turns sleeping on the sofa, but it’s too short and uncomfortable.” I hoped that would satisfy this suddenly precocious kid.

“I like the bed,” he said. “And I’m even taller than dad was, so the couch is out for me.”

The kid was being surprisingly brazen but I knew I would have to deal with the sleeping arrangements sooner or later. I was hoping it would be later.

I changed the subject. “Hey, we gotta air out the sheets and blankets on the clothes line. Let’s get moving.”

We readied the oil lamps; we brought six-packs of beer and a few cans of soda down to Ankara Beypazarı Eskort the lake and immersed the mesh bags that held them for later enjoyment. We put away the canned goods — soups, beans, vegetables and bags of marshmallows — into the single cabinet near the sink.

I showed Josh the outhouse — this was Maine — and we gathered some logs and placed them next to the wood burning stove inside. I warned Josh that Maine gets cold at night, that I hoped he had brought warm clothing. While I had visions of his naked body, I was still obligated to be Uncle Ted and guard his well-being.

“Josh, that’s enough tidying, let’s go for a swim, so I grabbed two towels and we ambled down to the lake. Josh said he had forgotten his Speedos, but I assured him that I always swam in my underwear up here. I started to strip off my shirt and loosen my belt on my jeans. Josh followed. I avoided staring at him, but who could resist? He was beautiful in his smooth innocence as he peeled down to his stark white Jockey shorts.

He swam and I, in red boxer briefs, watched, as his wet sandy-colored hair turned darker. I swam toward him and got him in a clinch. He was taller, but I was stronger. I picked him up, tossing him into the clear water. As he flew through the air, I had a glancing look at the bulge in his wet tighteys. His penis looked long and full. Moments later, he threw me another curve, sheepishly looking at me with a question: “Would you mind, Uncle Ted if I swim naked? It’s so much freer.”

I nodded OK, not sure if it was a good idea. But there it was — would you believe it? Unlike his Dad and unlike me, the kid had a pink foreskin sitting atop a nice pair of balls, a long one at that, as he looked away and gave me a chance to view it. How did that happen? Perhaps Mike had secretly sampled uncut men in his travels and wanted his son to keep his skin.

We both were having a terrific time, perhaps for different reasons. Josh was showing off his swimming skills while enjoying the beauty of nature and I was enjoying the beauty of Josh.

I saw him slither through the water, go under, and the next thing I knew he had grabbed my legs and I tumbled back and under with a loud splash. He was stronger than I thought. He mounted me and I could feel his penis and balls against my back. We were like two little kids, even though I was 50.

Time flew by and I could see the late afternoon sun fading. We needed to stop the frolicking and catch some fish. I grabbed bucket of worms we had purchased en route and pushed the rowboat into the water, and we set for a deeper part of the lake. I coached Josh on threading a hook and waiting patently for a bite. The kid was a natural at that, too. He caught two good-sized lake trout, one bass, a pickerel to my three fish. We had a good chuckle and I was happy to see the kid smile, as we looked forward to a tasty dinner.

I built a fire on rocks near the cabin and we settled in, eating trout and beans, cooked on a camp fire, and drank beer. The scene reminded me of my times here with Mike.

We were in mosquito country, so I sprayed Josh’s long legs, rubbing the harshly scented liquid on them. We had changed into long-sleeved jerseys and shorts, so our legs were enticing meat for the pests that hang out near lakes. I was wishing Josh were still naked so I could spray and touch his butt as well. As we lay by the campfire, Josh stretched out and asked if he could have one more beer. Against my better judgment I got one for myself as well.

Usually the silent type, Josh carried the conversation. Ankara Büyükesat Eskort “Tell me, what did you and dad do up here at night? I don’t remember much about him, but I remember he was excited about going on trips with you and was in such a good mood when he returned.”

I came up with the expected. “We pretty much did what we’re doing — swam, fished, talked, cooked dinners. We went hiking in the daytime.”

“Did you guys fool around together, too?”

I gulped. “Hmmm … not sure what you mean, Josh.”

“I need to tell you something, Uncle Ted.” I know that you like men — Mom told me a while back — and I have wondered if my dad did, too. It’s OK. I know about guys who like guys.”

“What brought this up, Josh? We’ve never talked about it before.”

“Uncle Ted, I have a really close friend — Anthony — that I do everything with. Classes, the swim team; we do the gym; we study together; movies, TV, hiking. Then Josh let out an embarrassing giggle. “On one of our hiking trips, it just happened.”

I wasn’t prepared for this conversation, but I signed up for awkward moments when I became Josh’s guardian, so he needed to talk and I needed to listen.

“I’m not sure what you’re saying. I mean, are you saying that you’re gay? If that’s what you’re saying, that’s fine.”

“Yes, I am. I had a crush on Anthony for a long time. When we were lying awake at night in our tent, all I could think about was touching him. So I did. He was hard in his shorts, and he did nothing to stop me. I could barely stand it. I pulled off his briefs, but I didn’t expect how it would go.”

“How did it go?” I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to ask, but I couldn’t resist.

“Anthony grabbed me and got on top of me and started kissing me. I loved the taste of his lips. I knew I was gay, but didn’t think he was. He pulled off my briefs before I had a chance to say anything.

“He said, ‘I saw that you were uncircumcised in the shower and I always wondered what it felt like.’ He pulled my skin back and forth and then took me in his mouth.”

“Jeez, Josh, I never imagined you doing that.”

“We did it only once. I think Anthony is basically straight. It might have been he was just curious about the uncut thing. Anyway, we had a terrific time. I pulled off his boxers and sucked on his fat one. He was so excited and really loud. Then I licked his balls. They were hairy. He has lots of black hair around his dick and moving up his stomach and chest. We let nature take its course. I couldn’t get enough of licking him — his dick, his balls, and smelling his pubic hair. Even though I had never had sex with a guy, I had watched porn and read so many stories that I knew what to do.”

I was silent.

Don’t you want to hear what we did next?” Josh asked.

Of course, I did — badly.

“I turned Anthony over, and ran my tongue along his butt — from his balls to his lower back. Unlike me, he’s really hairy, and his black hair looks amazing next to his white skin. Yes, I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue into his hairy hole, too.”

I could say that this was too much information, but I was hard in my shorts. “You say Anthony is straight, yet he was OK with that?”

“I guess. He started moaning so loudly, I was taken aback. He raised his butt up toward my face and let me use my tongue on his ass. It was so hot, Uncle Ted; I almost came just licking it — he tasted so manly. I love dark hair. So unlike mine — you can barely see my pubic hair and my butt is smooth. Dark hair just seems more masculine. Uncle Ted, you have Ankara Çankaya Eskort dark hair. I’m wondering if you have as much back there as Anthony. He’s Italian, too.”

Josh knew what to say to unnerve me. He had obviously had too many beers and I wasn’t sure where this should go, but I knew where I wanted it to go. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Uncle Ted, can I see your butt?” he asked so innocently I almost laughed. “I won’t tell anyone. I was disappointed that you didn’t get naked at the lake. I guess I’m an ass man.”

I was gasping for breath. “Don’t tell anyone” is all I could say.

I turned over onto my stomach but before I could undo the belt on my khaki shorts, Josh had wrapped his hands around my waist and was doing it for me. My knees were sitting on dead pine needles on the Maine ground. Josh worked fast and before I knew it, he had my zipper down and was frantically pulling off my shorts.

“Wow, Uncle Ted… so much hair is sticking out of your briefs at the top and legs — that’s so hot. I love how hairy your legs are. But I didn’t know your butt was even hairier.” He kissed the top of my shorts where hair veered toward my back.

Josh tugged on my underwear and had them off almost too fast. “Even your butt cheeks are hairy.” He ran his finger along my moist crack. I was too excited to speak. So I let him do the talking.

“Your ass is fucking unbelievable.”

I had never heard this polite kid swear before. I felt him close in on my crack.

“I love what you have, Uncle Ted.” And then I felt his hot breath on my crease. Josh grabbed my hips with both hands and his tongue found the target. It darted into my hole, and it felt good.

He came up for a second. “It tastes sweaty. Do you like me doing it, Uncle Ted?” Instead of answering, I reached around and grabbed Josh’s head with my right hand and pushed him back onto my hole.

His tongue swirled around repeatedly and then plunged inside. I could feel his warm spit. I hadn’t showered all day but the swim in the lake had left me fairly clean, although I had worked up a sweat building a fire.

Josh stuck his tongue inside and pulled out, fucking my ass with his tongue. I had never been tongue-fucked so passionately or thoroughly. Where did this kid learn all this, I asked myself. Then I relaxed and let him eat my ass. I pushed up in the air so he could get his face deep in my crack. His lips grabbed at my opening. His tongue coated my sphincter. He started sucking on the edges while his tongue penetrated my ring. He used lots of saliva and I could feel it dripping along my crack. I was in heaven.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I heard Josh spit on his right hand, reach around and grab hold of my dick. I have about 7 fat circumcised inches. He gripped me and began a slow jerk-off using his thumb and forefinger to grip the mushroom cap. He never took his mouth off my ass, except occasionally to push his nose inside.

He stroked my penis vigorously and continued to rim me. I wanted it to last for hours. But I was too stimulated for that to happen. I felt the familiar urgent feeling in my dick and balls. Josh felt it, too. He speeded up his jerking just a tad and glued his mouth to my ass. I exploded and my cum shot onto the pine needles. Reams of cum. I hadn’t shot in a week. Josh came up from my ass and said, “Now I am going to clean off your dick.” He rotated my hips and took my dick in his mouth, almost to the balls. There was plenty of cum still clinging to the cap and slit for him to taste. He licked up and down the sides and polished me. When he was finished, my dick would have passed a Navy Seal inspection.

He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him as he smacked his lips. I was too spent to say a word, and he didn’t either.

We enjoyed the moment. I didn’t even think about what was going to happen later that night in bed.

Next: Sleeping with Josh

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On the morning of my 30th birthday, I ran through the hospital doors to the desk, found out Dad’s room number, and rushed to him. He was sitting up in the bed, not looking too much the worse for wear, actually.

I peppered him with worried questions, but he tut-tutted the whole thing. “Just bad stomach. Something I ate.”

But after a few minutes, the doctor beckoned me into the hallway. “He’s right; it was not a heart attack, not yet. But he’s 60, and your father is wound too tight, you know.”

“Yeah. I know.” I took a deep breath. “He frets about things. Always has. I don’t know what I–“

–The doctor raised his hand. “This won’t be his last trip to the hospital in an ambulance. He is heading toward a heart attack.”

That was a punch in the gut. Dad? Strong, healthy Dad?

The doctor managed a feeble smile. “He’s a ball of stress–like those little rubber bands wrapped around a golf ball. He won’t crack mentally, but his body is going to give out, specifically his heart.”

“What can we do?”

He stepped a little closer, and nudged me. “You know what he needs? He needs to get laid.”

I blinked. This from a physician?

“He needs a girlfriend.” He patted me on the shoulder. “See what you can do about getting him out socially.” With that, he and his clipboard disappeared around the corner.

I called Gary on the pay phone in the lobby then sat on a bench to wait. Hell, what a start to my birthday, the special one, my “generation birthday”–I had reached Dad’s age when I was born: 30 years old.

Twenty minutes later, Gary’s car skidded to a halt in the hospital parking lot, and I got out.

Old joke. Gary and I are identical twins, alike down to the shape of our foreskins. I met him at the hospital door; we shook hands and hugged. “How is he?”

As we walked to Dad’s room, I told Gary all I knew, saving the best for last. “Doctor Cassidy wants us to get him laid.”

“Laid? You mean really laid? Our own father?”

“Hey, the doctor says it could unwind him, get rid of the stress.”

“Paulie, you know how much stress it is to get some babe to fuck you? Hell, that’s why I got married!”

We sat with Dad until after visiting hours, then walked out to our cars. “Gary, what are we going to do about Dad?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. About getting him laid.”

Gary sighed. We never talked about how much Dad needed to get a life, and he never complained, but it was the 800-pound gorilla in the room: Dad was the poster child for Unlucky in Love.

–(O)–

Once upon a time Dad was the 800-pound gorilla in the bedroom. Our mother had been the one love of his life, and she called him Animal.

Gary and I learned about the birds and the bees from what we heard through the bedroom wall. Every night and sometimes in the mornings we heard her moaning happily. Sometimes we could even pick out her words: “Look at this, I’ll have that running down my legs for hours” or “I’ll taste this in my mouth all day tomorrow.” We heard Dad as grunts and growls.

In the mornings, Mom floated around the kitchen almost purring. After particularly loud nights–the tapping of the bedpost against the wall and guttural, frenzied shrieks that hardly sounded like Mom–she usually made breakfasts of ornately prepared huevos rancheros. “For my animal with the big huevos,” she would murmur to him. Dad ran a plumbing business and every morning went off to work with a smile.

Mom was great. She had class. Dad always drank his beer from the bottle. Mom never did. She always poured it into a glass.

One afternoon when we were about 12, we asked Mom for a drink of her beer. “We can drink beer, Mom. We’re old enough! We’re practically teenagers.”

“Ah, but even teenagers can’t drink beer. Not legally.”

But she smiled. “You are my big guys, though.” She went to the cupboard, took out two chocolate-chip cookies, and dipped them in her glass. “There you go.”

Gary and I ran outside and sat under the elm tree to eat them. “Yeah, I love the taste of beer.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m feeling a little drunk.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m drunker. She held mine in longer.”

“She did not! She dipped them both in at the same time.”

“Yeah, well, mine went in deeper–that’s where all the alcohol is, at the bottom.”

To this day, I can’t eat a chocolate-chip cookie without thinking of Mom. She sure knew how to make a guy feel like a million bucks.

Those were the good years. Life was great.

Her death of cancer tore a hole in all of us. I never felt so alone.

–(O)–

A few years later, Dad forced himself to move on–for Gary and me. He remarried, but Ernestine or Earwax, or whatever her name was, taught us the real meaning of “Wicked Stepmother.” She was a witch with a capital B.

We always wondered what Dad saw in her. She was spindly where Mom was curvaceous. She was uptight where Ankara Balgat Eskort Mom was easy-going. She had a mean temper where Mom never said a harsh word in her life.

We decided he married Esther or Espionage, or whatever her name was, because trying to raise us, run the house, and run his business drove him crazy. He worked from early in the morning to late at night, always running, running. So when Ecaterina or Eczema, or whatever her name was, moved in and took over the place like the Russian Army, it was a load off Dad’s shoulders.

In those days when Gary and I bedded down after cussing at and erasing through pages of high school English homework, what we heard through the wall was nothing like what we remembered. “Damn, did you finish already? I didn’t make it! Again! But I guess it’s all you can do with that little thing.”

Gary and I looked at each other. Little thing? Our father, Animal, had a little thing? We remembered Dad as very well hung.

We had to see what she was talking about, but that was not so easy. We hadn’t seen Dad’s cock since Mom died.

With Mom, dress standards at home were a little loose. Dad often walked around naked after his shower, getting coffee, pinching Mom, etc. until he finally pulled on his overalls for the day. And we knew Mom was naked under that bathrobe in case Dad got frisky. They often retired to their bedroom for an “a short nap.” At 8:00 in the morning.

We saw Dad’s cock a lot in those days. Big. Damned big. Like a python or a big, wrinkly anaconda. Pictures in the encyclopedia of naked New Guinea tribesmen–with cocks halfway to their knees.

But things weren’t so loose when Eugenia or Euthanasia, or whatever her name was, moved in. If ever she saw Gary or me in our underwear, she shrieked that “running around nekkid” was right down there with murder and spitting in church. Dad never came out of the bathroom without at least a towel around his waist–usually another one over his head.

After we heard the “little thing” crack, we set out to see if the fat brown snake we remembered still coiled up inside his pants. We laid careful plans like we were going to rob Fort Knox.

The one place to find Dad without clothes was the shower, but that was like Fort Knox. Eustace or Eunuch, or whatever her name was, had a heavy lock installed in the bathroom door so nobody could ever accidentally go barging in.

We wrote up schedules, drew maps of the house, carefully observed people’s movements, and searched for hiding places. Our key surveillance weapon was a motion-sensor camera we borrowed from a friend into nature photography.

Small, easy to hide in the weeds–or in the wrapper from a bar of soap–the camera would get us some good shots when we set it on the shelf at the far end of the shower.

The next morning, Dad went in as usual to wash up, and as soon as he came out with the towel around his waist, Gary and I casually walked in to retrieve the camera. We scurried back to our room like rats and stuck the memory stick in the computer.

“Damn, there it is!” Dad’s cock. Good stuff, sorta. Soft and retracted, it somehow didn’t seem as big as we remembered it. But it was certainly not a “little thing.”

Gary looked the screen. “She’s full of shit. Dad’s cock isn’t little. It’s handsome!”

“Handsome? He has a handsome cock?”

“Okay, smart-ass, how would you describe it?

He was right. Dad’s cock was handsome.

Maybe Edwina or Edema, or whatever her name was, had a cunt that didn’t fit. Our mother sure seemed to like it.

We graduated from high school but still lived at home while we went to the JC. As years went by, the nighttime sounds in Dad’s bedroom grew more and more bitter, and in the last years before the woman was killed by a drunk driver (proving that God does indeed answer prayers), we never heard any sounds of sex at all from their bedroom, just arguments and humiliating insults to Dad’s masculinity.

Poor Dad. We didn’t learn till years later, though, just how viciously she had hurt him.

When our mother was alive, the horny atmosphere at home led Gary and me to all sorts of experiments. To cut a long story short, after we discovered jacking off, mutual masturbation and blowjobs weren’t far behind.

We discovered pussy, though, just like everybody else, and while there’s nothing like the smell of perfume, a pair of luscious tits, and the thrilling experience of bringing her to a state of wet willingness, what we could do for each other relieved a lot of each other’s stress when dates wouldn’t put out.

Gary and I finally graduated from college, and he went into construction. I worked in Dad’s plumbing business. After a while, Gary got married. I stayed a bachelor. I didn’t need a wife–I had Gary’s.

When Gary got serious with Cassandra, he told me he confessed to her that he swung both ways. I was surprised (but pleased) that she was okay with it–she was into multiple partners, Ankara Batıkent Eskort too.

In fact, I got her a couple of times before their marriage simply by “standing in” for my twin brother. “Oh, Gary,” she groaned, “I said I didn’t like it that rough, but–oh, God–you did it anyway, and–oh, God, harder, harder!–now I love it!”

She learned Gary had a twin brother the night she took on two men at once, one in her cunt and the other up her ass. Her orgasm went over the top when, looking back and forth, she saw they were both her husband!

We never got tired of that old “who is who” stuff.

One day on the phone, I hinted to Gary that maybe Cassandra might be good for Dad.

“Hmm. I doubt she’d go for it. You know what he’s like. Lost all his confidence.”

It was true. We hadn’t seen the Animal in years. Effie or Effluvium, or whatever her name was, insulted and humiliated Dad for so long that the poor guy decided sex was more pain than it was worth. We tried to set him up with women (and finding horny old women wasn’t easy), but he never took it past dinner and a movie.

One night Gary took Cassandra out to a nice restaurant–where I “happened” to show up. With both of us smiling, dressed up, shaved, and wearing cologne, Cassandra smelled a rat. “What’s with you two? Are we going to have another tag-team match in our bedroom tonight?”

We explained Dad’s problem, our solution, her part in it, then held our breaths.

She said she’d heard of creeps before, but we took the prize! “You want me to fuck your own father! What kind of jerks are you, anyway?”

Damn.

Cassandra stormed out of the trattoria, and Gary looked at me. “I told you she wouldn’t go for it.”

“There’s one other way.” I spoke into my gin and tonic. Couldn’t look him in the eyes.

He grabbed my arm. “What? God, surely you don’t mean–“

–(O)–

Back in our high school days, Gary and I discovered fucking the night before our Senior prom. At 18, both of us figured ourselves as proud, macho Tops, of course, so when we reached the point that one of us had to bend over, it came down to a coin-toss. I lost. Gary was the first to get a cherry–mine.

As I bent over the back of the couch, I swore to myself that I would get even. The night would not be over until I fucked him back.

When he pushed it into my back-door, it hurt like hell. My asshole was on fire. “Hey, stop! It hurts!”

All my lust disappeared, but Gary’s hadn’t–his hard cock slid in further, and again I writhed. “Jesus God, stop! Oh, god, oh, god!” It hurt too much to move, much less fight him–and he wouldn’t quit, anyway. I could only grit my teeth.

When his cockhairs finally ground against me, I knew what it was to be stabbed with a cactus. I could hardly breathe. My eyes clenched shut, I heard Gary panting behind me and felt the heat of his body. He lay against me for a long time.

I’ve always wondered why, once he was in, he took such a breather, but during that pause, I got used to his cock in my ass, and somehow the pain lessened. When he started the fucking, he was excited and vicious, and the pain came back. But not quite as sharp; I could stand it.

He slid in and out, and gradually the pain faded away. I figured I must have built up calluses inside my ass because it no longer hurt. In fact, it felt good! Better and better, actually, to the point that Gary’s cock felt like a big stick of butter! Slick, smooth, and a real turn-on!

My horniness and my hardon came back, and to cut a long story short, by the time Gary’s load of jism dribbled out of my ass, I had gone through a major attitude shift. Fucking–getting fucked–was wonderful! An orgasm that started in my asshole and spread out to my cock was 20 times more powerful than from just my dick.

Hell, as far as I was concerned, Gary could be the Top for as long as he wanted!

Didn’t work out that way, of course. He started wondering why I was such a happy puppy after one of our sex sessions, and soon he wanted to know what he was missing.

I did him differently, though. I learned from my own first trip how to take a man through his first fuck, and I took Gary’s cherry very slowly and carefully.

That night I made sure I was lubed so totally that if I stumbled and fell, I would slide all the way to the kitchen. I spent hours pushing in only millimeters at a time, resting to let his ass-ring adjust to me, moving slowly and smoothly.

Gary’s first fuck was a painless, careful, loving trip, and when I cranked up the tempo, hitting his prostate with every lunge, Gary’s orgasm hit him so hard, he shuddered and trembled under me like I plugged him into a wall socket.

Later, lying beside me, running his fingers through the cum drooling from his asshole, he sighed, “Wouldn’t have believed it. My asshole is like a cock turned inside-out! I actually cummed from being fucked!”

Our coin-tosses from then on were to find who got Ankara Beşevler Eskort to be the Bottom.

–(O)–

“No! We can’t fuck Dad!”

I refilled his Scotch and took a drink from my gin and tonic. “Look, it’s as simple as this: if Dad needs to get laid, and we can’t get a pussy for him”–I took a deep breath–“We have to teach him to get off with men.”

I looked Gary in the eyes. “You know a horny man is always easy to find.”

Gary sat quietly for a long time. Finally, “You know, it could even be us.” We clinked our glasses and made plans.

–(O)–

The plan this time was that Gary and I would go over to Dad’s house to replace the shingles on the summer porch. Gary would fix one or two shingles, and I would meander downstairs and set about mixing drinks–“Here you go, Dad, an Old-Fashioned just like you like ’em,” “Here, let me refill that,” “Hey, let me get you another one,” etc.

Once Dad was drunk, Gary would come down from the roof, the two of us would strip, and we would give him all the seduction techniques we could think of. That’s where it got a little vague.

We were the blond-haired, blue-eyed lover boys who played on both sides of the fence, and all our lives horny guys came on to us–so exactly how to go about fishing for a guy was unfamiliar territory. We thought of excuses to get Dad naked, too–“We got a new pair of swimming trunks for you Dad! Let’s try them on!”–but we couldn’t think much past that. We just hoped Dad’s testosterone would kick in somehow.

The day of the big caper, Gary and I went commando–if anything developed, we wanted to be quick and on the ready. “Will he know we’ve got nothing on under these coveralls?”

“What difference will it make? He doesn’t wear underwear all the time, either.”

“Yeah, but I’m nervous.”

“Me, too.”

Dad opened the door and smiled, “Thanks for coming over, boys.” Then he looked beyond us.

Gary and I looked back to follow his glance then stared open-mouthed. Cassandra came sashaying up the walk behind us, wearing a long black vinyl raincoat and flip-flops.

She stepped by us, accidentally brushing against Dad, and flounced on into the house. Gary and I looked at each other. What the fuck?

Cassandra walked all the way through the house and out the back to the lawn. We three followed like sheep. Outside, she dropped the raincoat onto the grass, revealing herself in a string bikini not much more than three postage stamps with nylon leader, and she lay back on the deck lounger.

“I want to get a suntan while Gary works,” she purred in a voice like Marilyn Monroe.

Hoo-boy, Cassandra was a piece of work. No straight lines on her. Curves upon curves. Bulges and hollows enough to make a man want to get down and gnaw on something.

She was too much. Her tits had the bikini straps tight as banjo strings, and her ass reminded me of a cello. When Gary and I finally moved off to work our plan, I had a little trouble walking, and I saw Gary with a bulge he could drive nails with. Dad was hard to read–didn’t look too affected.

When Dad and I were back in the house, and I had two or three Old-Fashioneds into him, I got an idea. “Here, Dad, why don’t you take this glass of ice water out to Cassandra?”

He walked out to her, a little tipsy. “Like a cool drink?”

As she reached up, her top “accidentally” came loose and fell down, and those luscious tits bobbed out into the fresh air. Dad looked. Stared, actually.

But then he turned away. Damn! When I saw that, I wished (again) that the late Eglantine or Egregious, or whatever her name was, would burn even hotter in hell. I went outside and called Gary down from the roof. “Dad’s lit. We might as well get started. I sure as hell hope this works!”

We went back into the house to strip down, and Cassandra came into the bedroom while we were at it. Gary smiled. “Hey, baby, I thought you weren’t coming!”

She looked from one to the other of us–naked, nobody could tell which of us was who. We were identical even to the patterns of body hair. “I just changed my mind,” she said. “I knew you two were going to get into something kinky. I just wanted to get my share.”

Cassandra took off the few tiny threads that qualified her as “dressed,” and stark naked, the three of us went looking for Dad. He was in his bedroom, sitting on the bed, head bowed, sipping sadly at his drink.

He looked up at us. “Hey, what are you doing?? You’re naked!!”

Gary and I looked at each other. What in hell could we do that would be seductive? We knew. We had to rape him.

Without a word, we grabbed both Dad’s arms and pushed him back onto the bed. He fought us, of course. “What in hell are you doing?”

I went first. I grabbed his head, brought my face down to his, and kissed him! He gasped and spluttered, but I pushed my tongue into his open mouth, which really gave him a shock.

With my lips over his and my tongue in his mouth, it occurred to me he might bite my tongue off, but I took the chance–I knew no matter how pissed off he was, Dad wouldn’t injure me.

Dad struggled and made a gargling sound, but the kiss held, and I felt his tongue. Not exactly dueling with mine, rather trying to get away, but it was active in there.

But it wasn’t working. Dad was in a rage.

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The Unlucky Adventures of Steven Caster – Job Interview

Steven woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. The young man opened his eyes and saw the morning sun shining in through the glass window. He tried to stretch out but was unable. He then remembered his situation and sighed into the large gag over his mouth. Steve had lost his job a few weeks back due to budget cuts and had to have his roommates cover the rent for the current month. With Josh and Lucas being such good friends and roommates they were more than happy to take care of their fellow roommate in exchange. The two had said that if Steve wasn’t paying he couldn’t use his bedroom so he would have to go back and forth spending a night in Josh’s room then Lucas’s. Last night Steve was with Josh who defiantly got his use of him. Steve had been dressed up in red lacy panties and a bra and then had his hands cuffed and his mouth gagged which was how he spent the entire night and how he slept. Steve looked over at the clock and saw that it was 9:00AM and immediately remembered he had a job interview at 11:00AM which he had set an alarm for but his phone had been left in the other room.

“Mmmpphhh!” Steve moaned into his gag bumping his red panty clad ass against Josh to wake him.

“Well hey there Steve — you looking for some morning fun?” Josh asked with a grin smacking Steve’s ass.

Steve although aroused knew he needed to get his restraints off and get to the job interview that Lucas had help set up for him. Josh reached for some sex lotion and started rubbing it onto his dick.

“Come here loser” Josh said grabbing Steve’s ass and pulling down his red lacy underwear.

“MMmmpphhh?!?!” Steve protested as he felt the tip of Josh’s hard cock press up against his ass and then slide in.

“Ohh there you go Stevie” Josh said as he moved back and forth ramming his roommate’s ass.

After about 20-ish minutes of Josh laying into slutty Steve he finally climaxed and unleashed his load inside. Steve could feel the hot sticky man juice filling him as Josh gave his last few thrusts.

“Mmmppphhh” Steve groaned in pleasure and relief that it was over.

After a few more minutes Josh took the restraints and gag off of Steve and let him shower and dress for his job interview. Steve rushed around feeling Josh’s cum drip out of him while he showered. Once out of the shower Steve rushes back into hid former bedroom which still had a lot of his stuff. A lot of Steve’s underwear had been replaced with girly panties weeks back by his roommates so he was forced to slide on a pair of white girl panties with strawberries Ankara Ulus Eskort on them. The rest of his clothes were pretty normal with dress pants and a collared shirt. He then headed out of the house and took the public transit further into the city for his meeting.

Despite moving as fast as he could Josh had thrown off Steve’s schedule so much that Steve didn’t arrive for his 11:00AM meeting until 11:15AM. He rushed inside and spoke to a very pretty Asian woman at the reception desk.

“Yes excuse me I am running a bit late but I had an 11:00 interview with –” he started to explain almost panting after running from the bus stop to the building.

“You must be Mr. Caster. Take a seat and I’ll see if there is still time for your interview.” The woman said with a kind smile.

Steve took a seat and waited while the woman placed a few phone calls from her desk.

“Excuse me are you Mr. Caster?” an older man in his late 40s or early 50s wearing a nice vanilla suit asked stepping into the lobby.

“Yes sir” Steven replied.

“Oh no need to call me sir just yet. Lets take a walk up to my office and go over your application.” The man said.

Steve followed him into the elevator and up several stories and into a corner office. Once inside the door was closed and the man sat down behind his desk and Steve took a seat across from him. The man read over Steven’s application and past work experience clearly indicating he was under qualified for most of the jobs at the company.

“Mr. Caster — Steven. I agreed to take a look at your resume and have an interview with you at the request of someone I know. It looks like you do not have a lot of work experience apart from a few minor service jobs. Unfortunately that makes it hard for me to find a place for you in our organization.” The man explained.

“I understand. I am willing to take any job you have available at the monument even something like janitorial work or a receptionist.” Steve stated showing a bit of his desperation.

“I see– Your resume said you were in the service industry. Would you say you were good at servicing the client and customers? ” the man said looking over Steven and then back at the paperwork.

“Of course sir. I take work ethic very seriously and would be willing to do anything to help out.” Steve replied.

“Well there are a few jobs you may be suited for but currently I am looking for an assistant. Just someone to help me out from time to time. Sort paperwork, run errands, set meetings, help me out in whatever ways I need help.” the man said.

“I Ankara Yenimahalle Eskort would be very grateful for the opportunity.” Steve said.

“Stand up for me” the man ordered.

Steve although confused complied with the order. The man then stood up and walked around Steve scanning his body over with his eyes. Then without any warning the man gave Steve a slap on the ass and moved in from behind loosening the young man’s belt.

“What are yo-” Steve started but the man placed one hand over his mouth and used the other to make Steve’s pants fall to the ground exposing his strawberry panties.

“I may at times need my assistant to service me in more personal and private ways. Ways that no one should know about. You will be paid well of courses” the older man said striking Steve’s cock through the girl underwear.

“Mmmmpphh” Steve mumbled into the man’s hand completely shocked but aroused.

“Are you good with your mouth boy?” the man asked taking his hand off Steve’s mouth and moving around to face him.

Steven Caster nodded making no noise as he indicated he could suck a cock.

“Show me” the man commanded placing a hand on Steve’s head for pushing him to his knees.

Steve looked up at him as the older man unzipped his pants a pulled out a decent sized and hard cock. Steve immediately opened his mouth and felt the cock slide in. Just like how he had done for his roommates many times before as well as some of their friends he began to kiss lick and suck.

“Ohh. Someone has practiced.” the man said in surprised and pleasure at the skill.

For several minutes Steven Caster remained on his knees doing his best to please the man’s hard staff in the hopes of landing the job mentioned. He felt a small amount of pre-cum trickle down his throat before the man grabbed him. The man lifted Steve back up and bent him over his table pulling down the strawberry panties exposing his ass which had been stuffed by Josh’s cock only hours earlier. Steven felt the man line up with his hole then slide inside. Steve let out a series of moans and grunts as the man moved back and forth inside him. The man then grabbed a stress ball off his desk and jammed it into Steven Caster’s mouth to keep him from getting to loud.

Although Steve had been in similar situations before thanks to his roommates the fact the man using him was far older and they were in an office building with people just outside the office made the entire situation far more thrilling. The man continued to pump his cock into him until he gave off one hard final thrust Ankara Tandoğan Eskort and exploded inside.

“Mmmppphhh!” Steven groaned as he was filled up.

The older man panted for a moment and then slowly slid his cock out and pulled his pants back up. The young applicant let the stress ball drop from his mouth along with some saliva. Steven was then given several minutes to process what had happened.

“Well you seem to be just what I am looking for in an assistant. The job is yours if you want it and you can start as soon as next week.” The man said sitting back down in his chain.

“Y-yes sir. I will take the job.” Steven said looking into the man’s eyes.

“Wonderful. I will take care of all the paperwork and we will see each other very soon. I am sure you can find your way out.” The man said motioning to the door.

Steve fixed himself up and walked out the door back down the elevator, past the cute Asian receptionist and out the front door into the city.

The young man had a lot to process so he took his time going back to the apartment. He bought himself lunch and accidentally missed his bus stop which added time to his travel. He eventually got home around 4:00PM-ish. He walked into the apartment completely exhausted.

“Hey Steve is that you? How did the interview go?” Lucas asked from the kitchen.

“I got the job and start next week” Steve said as he took off his shoes and headed into the kitchen to see Lucas.

When Steven walked into the kitchen to see Lucas he stopped in his steps. Lucas was sitting at the kitchen table along with a man — an older man — the same man that Steve had done the interview with.

“Stevie — I think you have met my step-father” Lucas said with an evil smile.

That night Steve had to share Lucas’s bedroom however it was not just the two of them. Lucas and his step-father who was not also Steven’s new boss teamed him for several hours taking turns using and filling his holes. All Steven could think was how Lucas and Josh had been steps ahead of him ever since he got an apartment with them and that he would probably always be under their control somehow.

THE END?

Added Ending

“Yes of course we can take care of that for you. I appreciate you both as clients and I will have my new assistant set up a time for us to get together for lunch or perhaps dinner to go over the final arrangements of the contract. You as well.” Steven Caster’s new boss said over the phone before hanging up.

“Well then Stevie — once you are done with this task be sure to set up a meeting with Mr. Nickles and Mr. Wite for next week to finalize out contract. You got that?” Steven’s new boss ordered.

“Aoogghhh” Steve grumbled with a feeble nod from his position under his boss’s desk where he was restrained with straps, wearing a nose hook, and choking on the older man’s hard cock.

“Good wok boy” the man said laying back in his chair.

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One of the things that I love about running my speedo fetish sites is getting the chance to meet (online and in person) members who share my speedo fetish. When I started it all way back, I honestly thought I was the only one and that I was weird.

Here is an email I received that week which was pretty hot. I’m keen to hear how you would answer the question that finishes it.

Dear Dave,

I don’t know whether to be proud or ashamed of this.

I’m 38, although I usually shave a couple of years off of that online and say I’m 35. For the past few days, I’ve been chatting to this younger guy on the app. He’s really cute. He’s got an amazing body. His profile doesn’t list his age, but he looks maybe 23 or 24. And since people, myself included, usually post misleading pics, I figure that probably means he’s 26 or 27.

He’s really direct. He knows what he wants. None of the flakey indecisiveness you normally get with younger guys. He wants to get fucked, he likes the look of me, and wants me to fuck him. Something comes up that first time we were going to be meet. He can’t make it.

When a guy seems a little out of your league, you’re always waiting for the hookup to go south. Maybe he’s drunk and talking big, then looses his courage the next day. Maybe he’s just using your pictures to jerk off fantasizing about a hookup he has no intention of going through with.

To my surprise, he messages Ankara Altındağ Eskort me the next day around 2pm. He wants me to come over. I’m about to hit the gym so I ask if he can wait an hour. He says sure, but no more because his parents will be home at 4.30pm.

He’s a college student and we live close to a university, so it’s not unusual for students to live at home. I don’t read too much into that information. But there’s no way I’m fucking a younger guy in his parents house when they might come home unexpectedly. That’s way too weird. I tell him I’ll come pick him up and drop him home when we’re finished.

He’s totally open and okay with that. So I come to pick him up. He gets in. He’s got a beard and this absolutely incredible swimmers body, broad shoulders and narrow waist. Everything about him physically says he’s a man. Something in his manner though suggests he might be a little younger than his mid-twenties.

On the drive to my place, we chat. Clearly, he’s from a different generation to me. He’s out to his parents and they’re totally cool with him having guys over. Even older guys, I ask? He shrugs. Not when they’re home, obviously. But basically, yeah. He never hooks up or dates guys his own age (which I assume to mean his twenties.)

His last boyfriend was 34. He’s been with guys in their fifties. It’s just what he’s into.

We get to my Ankara Bahçelievler Eskort place. He pulls a box of condoms and some lube from his jacket pocket. Clearly, he means business. We go up to my bedroom and he puts these items on the bedside table.

I wonder if he’s one of these guys who just wants to be fucked and nothing else. But he falls onto the bed and pulls me into a kiss. It’s a bit weird for me kissing a guy with a beard, I usually prefer twinks. But it’s clear kissing is a serious turn on for him.

We rip off each others clothes off. His body is even more amazing than I imagined. Every single part of it is toned, even his ass which I eagerly run my hands over. His cock is at least seven or eight inches. I so badly want to suck it. But he pulls me in very tight and, for maybe ten minutes, we kiss furiously and run our hands over each others bodies.

Finally, I break free and suck his cock. It’s thin, it bends upwards and I can’t get enough of it. I suck him and he’s loving it but I can also tell he has no intention of coming. He keeps pulling me up to kiss some more. He keeps telling me how sexy I am. (Objectively, he’s way sexier than me but I take the compliment.)

Eventually, he grabs the condoms, takes one for himself and hands the other to me. Now we’re both wearing condoms. This is a little confusing. He gasps as I ease into him. But it’s Ankara Bala Eskort clear this isn’t his first rodeo. His ass is practically manicured and it easily accommodates my thick penis.

We fuck hard for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. I have to remind him a couple of times not to make too much noise. I have neighbours. Eventually, I come hard and in great volume.

We close our eyes and lie in each other’s arms utterly exhausted. But I’m still a little confused, wondering are we about to go again, him fucking me, and wondering if I have enough energy to go through with it.

Then I look down and notice his condom is also ready for the dustbin. He clearly came hard too while I was fucking him. We clean ourselves off and shower together, kissing but no more fooling around (we’re both spent).

Then we go back to bed and spoon and kiss and cuddle for a while. I ask him if he wants to hook up again, he’s like yes, of course, a hundred times. Nice. I ask him about his college course. He doesn’t know. It hasn’t started yet. This is just freshers week. I ask him how old he is, he says eighteen.

Holy shit. We’re still naked with our arms around each other. This is a bolt from the blue. As a kind of placeholder question, until I’ve figured out what I want to say next, I ask him what year he was born in. He pulls out his student I.D. and shows me he was born in the year 2000.

At this point, I almost fall out of the bed. And he’s not surprised. I get the feeling he’s had this conversation with older men a few times before me. I drop him home and we kiss goodbye, promising to do it again, but on further reflection, I’m genuinely not sure if I should.

Should I fuck him again Dave?

Sincerely, Long time member and fan.

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It was a fine morning on a Saturday in May. It is a little hot, but a bit cloudy as well.

“I must go, the bus may arrive any minute now.” Ashwin said.

He is going to pick up Pooja as she is arriving after about 10 months of tour in her hometown. They had a baby girl. I haven’t searched any house yet and it is about time I moved out and found a new home. Ashwin and Pooja may need some privacy as they are a family and I am a mere bachelor interrupting their lives.

It was 9:30 in the morning when Ashwin and Pooja were back home. “Huh! Finally I am home” exclaimed Pooja as she sighed all her tiredness out of her while holding her baby in her arms.

She looked gorgeous even after a long tiring journey. She had a wheatish complexion and is around 5’7″ tall. She wore a tight punjabi dress that complimented her assets. Her 36D boobs fit perfectly inside her kurta.

Her ass was petite in her leggings, which were too tight that her panty line was visible. She is not too lean or not too plump, but has the right amount of fat at the right places. Her face was so beautiful that I just wanted to kiss her there.

“Do you want some water?” I asked.

“Oh hi, you must be Tarun.” she replied. “Water should be fine, thank you. I saw your pictures. Congratulations in advance for your marriage.”

“Thank you, please take some rest.” I said while giving her some water.

I wanted to give them some privacy. I left the flat to eat lunch and then went for a movie and then went strolling in a park and then had dinner.

By midnight I returned home and didn’t even bother to knock as it was too late. I opened the front door with my spare key and went in. I could hear muffled moans. I am so tempted to press my ears against the door. But, I controlled my urges. I went to bed thinking about Pooja.

She looked stunning in the morning and cannot stop thinking about her all day. She is so pretty and sexy as well. I cursed on Ashwin’s luck.

Next morning I woke up early at around 6:00 AM and found Pooja in the hall breastfeeding her daughter. I saw her boob but not her nipple. She has tan on her hands which is why her boob is fairer than her hands and neck line.

She quickly covered her boob and her daughter with a bedsheet sprawled across the sofa. I got ready to leave the house and had no plans. Just didn’t want to stay there and come between them. I figured out that Ashwin did not wake up yet.

“Good morning!” She greeted me.

“Hey, Good morning!” I replied.

“Where were you all day yesterday? Ashwin tried calling you. I had prepared lunch for you.” She asked.

“I just went out to see a relative and stayed with him.” I said.

“Off to somewhere?” Said Pooja.

I stumbled upon my words. Did not know what to say. “Yes, I am off to have breakfast.”

I said off the top of my head while trying to look away so that it doesn’t feel awkward as she was breastfeeding.

“Oh, don’t. I will cook some breakfast and lunch as well. Please stay. Do you like dosa?” She asked.

I was feeling shy, but said yes. I went back to my room. I kept thinking of her. I couldn’t get her off my mind. About an hour later Ashwin came knocking at my door and Ankara Akay Eskort said breakfast is ready.

As we were having breakfast. I kept silent. Pooja broke the ice by saying she is going to her relative’s house with her daughter. She will be back by evening and she will cook lunch for both of us. I kept eating dosas and said okay. That was the end of the conversation. I finished up and went straight to my room.

Few minutes later, Aswin came into my room without knocking. I had no objection as we always did that. He said “Pooja went to her relative’s house. I need to talk to you”.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my phone down and sitting up straight on my bed.

“We had sex yesterday.” He said sitting down a couple feet beside me.

“Too much information dude.” I said, pretending to be shocked. In fact I am very much interested in what happened. I am now desiring more to see Pooja in the nude.

“No, listen. I am unable to perform well.”

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“Well, at first when we got married I was very much interested in women. Our sex life was great. But after meeting you I am now more interested in men than women.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be here for long. I will leave as soon as I get a new place.” I said.

“No, it’s not that. It’s more like I like you, but I also like her. I can keep her satisfied but for myself I need you please.” He said moving closer to me and keeping his right hand on my thigh.

I am a little bothered by that sentence and more by his move. “It was fine until yesterday. But, today it is different. What if Pooja found out about us? What would happen?”

“It will be a secret I promise.”

“We can’t. It’s difficult. She will always be around. We won’t.”

“I know. But now she is not.” He said moving his hand to my crotch. I am a little turned on by his touch but I am also worried a lot. He squeezed my penis over my bermuda shorts.

I had no words. He unzipped my shorts and took my penis in his hands. His bare hands touched my skin and I immediately got a semi erection. I closed my eyes and imagined Pooja to be touching me.

I fell on my back on bed. He stroked a few times and then put his mouth around my cock. That wet mouth sent me some sensation I will never forget in my life. My cock is fully erect to its glory.

Ashwin unbuttoned my shorts and took them off. I am nude from the waist down lying on bed enjoying the blowjob. His wet mouth going up and down my cock has made my balls twitch.

I came in no matter of time. I ejaculated on Ashwin’s face and inside his mouth. He drank all of it and licked all of my cum by scooping off his face with his fingers.

Ashwin lied next to me. I undid his pants and took off underwear. I held his dick and took it in my mouth. I started blowing his penis while stroking it. He was moaning and his dick was rock hard.

With my every move, his breathing increased. Little by little I increased my speed. He curled his toes and held the back of my head. He shot a huge load in my mouth. I took most of it and the rest spurted back on his cock. I licked all of it clean.

He got up and took off his shirt and bent down Ankara Abidinpaşa Eskort on his knees on the edge of the bed. I took vaseline from my bedside and spread it on his ass and my cock and slid it inside his ass. It went inside Ashwin’s tight asshole. It was a great amount of pleasure to me.

I kept hitting hard in his ass. He loved every stroke of it. Within a few minutes I came in his ass. After I spurted my last drop, I rested my cock in there for a minute. We both collapsed on the bed. I collapsed on his back with my cock still inside his asshole. Our naked bodies touching each other was a great feeling.

I took off my shirt to feel more of his skin and then kissed the back of his neck. I was satisfied already. So was Ashwin. I took some tissues and cleaned his ass and my cock. And laid down beside him. He turned towards me and said thank you while hugging. We slept in that position until noon.

We woke up around 12:30 PM in the afternoon and had lunch. After lunch we went straight to my room and had vigorous sex again. I always liked having sex with him. But now his wife is in the house, I thought it would be hard to get some time with him.

At around 6:00 PM in the evening I went for a walk and talked to Radha while walking. After I returned home Pooja was already home. She returned just before me.

“How was the food?” She asked.

“Great, I loved the sambar.” I replied. “How was your trip? Did you have lunch there?”

“Yes, I had biriyani.”

“Not fair.” I said playfully. We both giggled.

I took a bath and went into my room. I was feeling like I was invading their private space because now all three of us had to share the same bathroom. Pooja had changed into a nursing nightie.

She is looking gorgeous as she just took a bath and there is a towel wrapped around her head and is looking fresh. We settled down on the dining table.

“So tell me about Radha.” She asked while scooping some rice and serving into my plate. “Is she from Vizag as well?”

“She is from Hyderabad.” I said. “Mine is an arranged marriage. She is working as a software engineer in an MNC. Only daughter.”

“So, you guys talk to each other all the time?”

“Yes, sometimes we make video calls.” I said shyly.

“Offo, that is great.” She said playfully

“Show me her picture”

I took out my mobile and showed her a few pictures of her. She said “She is lucky to have you. Take good care of her”

“Thank you!”

We spent the rest of the meal talking about various things and getting to know each other. I now started talking and moving freely with Pooja. After dinner I went to my room and slept immediately as I had to go to the office the next day.

Around 11:30 PM Ashwin rushed into my room. “I need your help please, it’s urgent.” He is half naked below the waist and is covering his cock in his hand.

“What happened?” I asked curiously.

“Please blow me, I could not get my cock erect. Pooja is waiting in my room naked.”

“Naked?” I asked with my eyes wide open. That thought itself made me horny. I was dying to see her nude since I first saw her the day before. I am a little horny Ankara Akyurt Eskort now. I took his hand off his cock and stroked it gently.

“Dude, I don’t have much time. I told her that I needed to pee. Please blow me away quickly.” He said impatiently.

I took his cock in my mouth and in a few blows he was fully rock hard. My cock started to rise in my shorts. He took his cock out of my mouth and ran towards the door.

“Thanks dude!” he said while closing the door behind him.

I couldn’t believe he left me high and dry. I am getting hornier by thinking about what they are doing in their bedroom. I just wanted to barge in and see, but resisted my urges.

I took off my shorts and laid back on my bed. I started stroking my penis and was thinking a lot about Pooja. I am curious about how she looks naked. How big are her nipples? I increased my speed.

I am breathing faster with each stroke. Within no time I released a huge load of cum. I relaxed a bit and then cleaned all of it and went to sleep.

Over the next 2 weeks this continued like for 5-6 times. Everytime he came in and I gave a good blowjob, I was left out and thought of her being nude.

One day I asked Ashwin to come to my room as soon as he was finished with Pooja. I gave a quick blowjob before he left for his room.

I ran behind him to the bathroom. In a quick peek I saw Pooja inside the room while Ashwin opened the door. I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was nude and turned the other way sitting on her bed. I saw her back and her ass crack.

Ashwin closed the door behind him. I ran to the bathroom and masturbated a huge load onto the wall. I even started getting dreams of me and Pooja having sex.

He returned after they were finished. I was excited. He came to me while I was sitting on the bed. I held his dick and took a whiff of it. The odour of both Pooja’s pussy juices and Ashwin’s cum made me horny.

I took it in my mouth and tasted it. It felt amazing. I was imagining Pooja nude and was blowing Ashwin with my full might. It lasted an eternity while he shot his juices in my mouth.

He went down on me and gave me a full satisfaction blowjob. Again I imagined it was Pooja who was blowing me. For the first time in two weeks, I had a satisfactory ejaculation.

Next week was my last week with them. I found a nice apartment in a walking distance from Ashwin’s house. I moved out into my new home. Pooja helped me set up my new home.

We did some shopping together while Ashwin stayed back home and looked after their daughter. There was one other incident that happened while we were shopping at a plastic shop for boxes.

Pooja and I were standing next to each other. Pooja was choosing from two boxes kept in front of her. I leaned towards her and reached for one of the boxes. While doing so I touched her right boob ober her kurta.

I stayed there for a second pretending to inspect the box. Pooja took a step back and waited for me to finish. I felt guilty of touching without her consent and apologised immediately.

I moved out completely and was having a nice time for myself in my new apartment. About 1 week later at night, I was talking to Radha. I received a call from Ashwin. I answered him. He was sounding nervous.

“Hello! Yeah Ashwin. How are you man?” I asked as if it was an eternity when I last saw him.

“Hello Tarun! We are in trouble.” He sounded frightened.

“What happened?”

“Pooja found out about us! She is now mad at me.”

To be continued…!

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My husband has a good friend named John. He was the best-man in our wedding and has continued to be our close friend in the years since. He visited us frequently before he joined the Navy. We hadn’t seen him for a few years so when he came to visit with his wife Annie, we were delighted. I’m Connie and my husband is Derek.

Well, boys will be boys; Derek and John went out drinking at some of their old haunts on Friday night after John and Annie had arrived late Friday. Annie and I insisted that they take an Uber so they wouldn’t be driving drunk. Annie and I stayed home and got to know each other better. We had a bottle of wine between us and weren’t feeling any pain ourselves.

Our conversation covered many subjects and eventually we were discussing sex. Annie outright asked me, “I know John dated other girls before me. Did you know any of them?”

I said, “Yes. There was one girl Sally, who he dated for a while.”

“Was it serious?”

“Serious in what way? I don’t know if they ever talked about marriage, but they were hot and heavy for a while.”

“He told me about her. He screwed her.”

I said, “Yes.” I didn’t want to say too much.

She went on, “There were others. I guess.”

“We only knew Sally very well.”

Annie asked me, “Did you guys ever, you know, swap with them or anything?”

“Why would you ask that?”

She said, ‘Well, he talks about swapping and stuff and with all he says about how wonderful you are, I just wondered.”

“We didn’t.” I said.

She said, “Okay, I just wondered.”

I asked, “Have you guys done anything like that?”

She said, “We haven’t gone all the way. We’ve paired off with others and kissed and sometimes more, but haven’t had sex with anyone else. Have you?”

With the wine lowering my inhibitions, I was honest, “We’ve done the same, but have never gone all the way either.”

“John wants to do it, but I don’t. I guess he just wants to screw other women.”

“Well, some guys get-off thinking their wives are hot and some guys like seeing their wives get-off.”

Annie thought about that. “That’s what he says. He wants to watch me.”

“Derek likes me to flash strangers and take nude photos.”

She laughed. “So does John. Men are all perverts.”

I said, “True, but it gives us a lot of power and I like having him look at me.”

“Has he shown your photos to anyone?”

“Probably. They’re probably sharing them right now.”

Annie was quiet for a moment, “So you think your husband is looking at nude photos of me?”

“Probably, and John is looking at photos of me.”

“Have you ever been naked around John?” She asked.

“We went skinny dipping one time and he saw me.” We both giggled.

She said, “Did you see him?”

I said, “Just from behind. I didn’t get a look at his equipment.”

Annie said, “He’s got a really big one.”

“A big one?” I knew what she meant.

“He has a big penis. I’d dated a number of men, but he has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Are you sure you haven’t seen it.”

I laughed and said, “I’m sure I’d remember. We were in cold water, so his dick was shriveled-up and hiding.” I did remember feeling his prick pressing against me a few times when we were dancing or when he kissed me.

She said, “I just get the impression that he’d like to screw you.”

I laughed, “Really?”

“What would Derek do?”

I said, “He’d probably let him, maybe make a video.”

“Really. That’s naughty, making a video of someone screwing your wife.”

“It is.”

“Would you let him?”

“Let him what?”

“Take a video of you screwing another man.”

I said, “It makes me hot to think about it, but I don’t have the guts to do something like that.” Then I added, “I guess if I screwed another guy, he could take a video.”

Annie went on, she was slurring her words escort bakırköy a bit. “John wants to do a video of us but I’ve refused.”

I laughed.

We refreshed our drinks and were restarting our conversation when we heard our men coming home. They had taken an Uber and we could hear them out front. Annie and I went out and helped get them into the house. It was hard to tell which one was more drunk. It was raining and we all got wet getting back into our house.

Both guys collapsed on chairs in the living room. They were too inebriated to move.

“Help me get him into bed.” I asked Annie.

We each put one of Derek’s arms over our shoulders and managed to get him down the hall into the master bedroom.

“He’s soaking wet.” She noted. He’ll catch cold.

I said, “Let’s get him out of his clothes.”

I pulled the shoes and socks off my husband’s feet, then undid his belt and trousers. I began to unbutton his shirt; took it off his arms and was pulling his undershirt over his head.

I looked down and Annie was taking off my husband’s pants. I expected her to wait and let me do it, but it was nice of her to help. I had his shirts off and turned to help Annie. She had taken Derek’s trousers and his underpants and was pulling them down off his hips. His prick was exposed. The poor little devil was lying innocently on his pelvis. Annie had a good look at it though.

I dried him off with a towel and Annie did the same with a hand towel from the bathroom. She stayed below the waist. It was titillating to see my husband exposed like he was. He enjoyed having me naked where others might see me, so turn-about was fair-play. Annie was drying off Derek’s scrotum. I didn’t think it was wet, but she was thoroughly drying it anyway. Of course, even though he was passed-out drunk, his prick responded to Annie’s attention.

“I can’t believe he’s getting hard when he’s out cold.” She said.

I said, “He’d get a hard-on if he was dead.”

She looked at me and asked, “May I?”

I didn’t know what she meant, but nodded okay.

Annie bent down and took my husband’s cock in her mouth. She proceeded to suck on him for a few moments. I had the idea of getting a photo, so I grabbed my phone from the night-stand and snapped a few pics of Annie with my husband’s cock in her mouth. I knew it would frustrate him to have been too drunk to notice. She sucked his cock for a few moments. Then, I covered him with a blanket and we went to get her husband. Of course, I knew what was probably going to happen.

We lifted John off the couch. He was very wet and we had trouble getting him to the guest room. He tumbled onto the bed and Annie put his feet on the bed and removed his shoes.

Annie pulled her top over her head. “I’m so wet.” I saw her frilly bra for the first time and noticed her nipples were poking through and I could see a hint of color through the thin material. My clothes were damp too, so I removed my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breasts were exposed. I looked to be sure John was asleep. Annie saw me topless and said, “My bra’s wet too.” When she removed it, she was naked above the waist and her dark little nipples stood out from her crinkly areolas. They were like a little halo around her pointy nubs. I found myself looking at her tits a bit too long and I’m sure she noticed.

She positioned herself to remove her husband’s shirts, so I naturally removed his pants. I undid his belt and the buttons on his slacks. I pulled down his zipper and felt the shape of his limp penis. I grabbed the waist band of his pants, making sure to get his underwear too and pulled them down over his hips. His dick flopped out a and I saw his balls as well. Even soft, his prick looked substantial. I pulled his pants down over his feet, removed his socks and admired escort baheçlievler the results of my efforts. John was naked.

Annie tossed a towel to me so I could dry him off. I didn’t know that he was wet, but I dried him just the same. I dried his legs and worked my way up to his hips, finally taking his testicles and his penis in the towel and rubbing them dry. His dick was getting bigger, and given the precedent of Annie fondling my husband, I took advantage. I had never seen John’s prick, except for that one time when it was shriveled up.

Sure enough, John’s prick grew in size, like magic. I rubbed the shaft and felt his girth. Annie hadn’t been lying, his cock was big. I’d only been around a few cocks. Three boyfriends had ‘allowed me’ to play with their pricks. I played with my brother’s when we were home from college one summer, making him come. I’d seen huge dicks in porno flicks, but this was the biggest I had ever encountered in the flesh. I was fascinated by the thing and kept rubbing it to see how big it would actually get.

Annie had her phone and was taking a few photos. I couldn’t object after taking some of her.

She suggested, “Lean down and rub it on your tits.”

I was caught up in the naughtiness of the moment and rubbed my nipples against John’s cock. She got a few good ones of his cock between my breasts.

Then I put my tongue out and licked it. There was a trace of pre-cum oozing from the tip so I tasted it. Then I put my mouth over the head of his cock and pressed my lips around it. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking his cock while his wife videoed me. I wondered how big the thing was compared to my husband’s. I was at least eight inches, almost twice as big as the man-meat that serviced me. I had to stop sucking before he came.

Annie suggested, “Why don’t you get in bed with him. It will drive him crazy to know that you were naked in bed with him and he was too drunk to take advantage.

“You want me to strip completely?” I asked.

Annie said, “Sure. Put his cock near your pussy.”

I shouldn’t have done it, but I did. I stripped off my shorts, shoes and socks, then dropped my panties. I climbed on the bed beside John. I laid beside him for a photo with Annie encouraging me to do more. I straddled his hips with his hard cock poised in front of my furry brown bush. I moved up and lifted so his cock was right at my slit. The tip touched my inner lips and I pushed myself onto him, sawing my slippery slit over his prick. My clit was pressed against the underside of his manhood. It felt so good. He was moving, but didn’t seem to be awake.

I just had to do it. I put my hand on his cock and held it so it was vertical. Then, I moved myself right over it and put it inside me. The big head of his cock pried my pussy lips apart. I lowered myself slowly onto his cock. The thing was big and I was wet enough to take it, but I stopped with it halfway inside me. I paused for a moment to savor the feeling of John’s big cock splitting me open. I’d never had anything so big inside me, well there was that cucumber. I was slowly taking more of his dick up inside me.

He was making noises and I saw his eyes open. I pulled off quickly, grabbed my clothes and hustled out of the room. I went into our bedroom where I began to get dressed. Annie followed me.

“I can’t believe I just did that.” I said to her.

She laughed and said, “Want to see the photos?”

I was mortified, “Oh, please don’t show those to anyone.”

We looked at a nasty photo of me sitting on John’s cock. My pussy was spread apart over his prick with my pussy lips held open and tightly wrapped around his prick.

Then, Annie came up to me, very close. She was still topless and I admired her taut nipples on her milky white chest. She reached under escort başakşehir the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, baring my breasts again. She leaned in and kissed one, then the other nipple. She pressed her lips on my sensitive teat, put her hands on my butt and pulled my shorts down my legs. She pushed me onto the bed beside my naked, sleeping husband. She put her leg between my thighs and her breasts touched mine. Her mouth traced down my stomach and her nose nuzzled in my pubic patch. When her tongue touched my slit, I arched my back and spread my legs, opening myself to her. Her lips were soft and she was gentle, contrasting to my husband’s scratchy beard. I’d never had a woman do this to me. It was amazing. I combed my hands through her silky hair and caressed the soft skin on her shoulders.

Annie focused on my clit, licking and lightly biting me. I felt my juices pouring out onto her face, lubricating my pussy for her. She looked up at me while her fingers entered my vagina. It felt so good. She pumped her fingers in and out, fucking me with three of them. I sensed an orgasm approaching and then I felt it hit me with a wave of wonderful pleasure. She slobbered her lips all over my cunt, pushing her tongue into me. She stroked my perineum and probed my asshole with a finger. My body kept jerking and coming. I was out of breath and every time I thought I was finished coming, another wave hit me. It was the most fantastic oral sex I had ever received. My husband pleases me, but Annie was overwhelming me with passion.

“Let me do you.” I begged, wanting to taste my first woman.

She stood and I watched her remove her shorts, then her panties. She had a dark patch of pubic hair, shaved in a wedge to look like an ‘A’. She climbed onto the bed, straddling my head and lowered her beautiful snatch onto my face. I rubbed my nose in her bush, smelling her perfume and the emanations from her cunt. I lightly licked her clitoris. Her slit was slightly spread open for me. Using my fingers to spread her further, I closely examined the delicate creases of her vulva. I focused on her clit, barely aware that she had resumed her oral efforts on my pussy. My hands roamed over the soft rise of her ass. Her smooth thighs pressed against my ears. She was so soft, so delicate. I couldn’t believe how wonderful she was. When she began to secrete her juices onto my face, I put my tongue in her vagina and lapped up her wonderful nectar. I was eating my first pussy and knew it wouldn’t be the last. She began to move faster, humping her hips on my face. Then, she unleashed a torrent of sweet pussy juice all over me. I was covered with it and my own pussy reacted as well. We were both consumed by our arousal. Our hands gripped together tightly. The panting and gasping continued and slowly abated. As we came down from our high, her pussy rested on my face. I put my tongue on her swollen lips and kissed her vagina. Her puckered little asshole was irresistible. I put my tongue against her anus; she cooed in response. Her head was resting on my pelvis as we both came back to reality.

Annie dismounted and kissed me. We said goodnight. She left to join her man and I snuggled closely to my naked, passed-out husband. I did notice that his cock was hard. I took him in my mouth and proceeded to suck his dick until he came. He was awake enough to realize what was happening to him. I swallowed his spunk; I usually don’t.

He was awake enough to go take a piss. He returned to bed, apologizing for getting so drunk. He didn’t ask any questions. He was going to feel terrible in the morning.

I went to sleep beside him. My leg was over his hip, my pussy pressed against his ass. My hand reached around and alternated between rubbing his chest and holding his cock.

I fell asleep remembering and wondering. I had eaten my first pussy. Annie had sucked my husband’s cock and I had sucked her husband’s. I wondered if we were going to swap. The thought that stuck in my mind was feeling Big John in my vagina. I wondered if I could take the whole thing. Did I want to? Would it fit? Would it hurt? Would my husband want to watch me fuck his friend?

The coming day would answer my questions.

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A bespoke story and a stand-alone tale, but following the others in the series. It is unnecessary to have read those, but the following might be useful. Tyson, a young bodybuilder and aspiring poet, was posing as a model for a sketching class run one summer by Gale, a fine arts professor. She and her three students, Tammy, Quinn and Heather, became entranced by him and an open, lusty relationship quickly developed involving all five of them. In the end though, it was Tammy to whom Tyson was most drawn and, for the purposes of this tale, it is Tammy who has won his heart.

This is also my entry for the 2024 Nude Day event. Please enjoy.

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Tammy

Step back a bit…

I’d always gotten along well with Olivia, my mother-in-law. She’d been a rock to cling to when our Charlie had died in a climbing accident.

I hadn’t tried to keep it from her that I’d rented the empty basement apartment in my house to a young student. After meeting Tyson, Olivia had been impressed with how well he got along with Danny and Ariel, my children. His kind, gentle nature had won their trust almost from the first. That he seemed to openly enjoy taking them — us, I mean — to the zoo, to the science centre, to the fall fair, well, Olivia had noticed that, too.

I hadn’t shared the full scope of our relationship, of course.

It turned out that I needn’t have been so cautious.

“You like him, don’t you?”

Coming out of the blue, her question had caught me by surprise. I turned to her and saw only an open, friendly expression.

There seemed to be no point in denying that much at least.

“Mmm-hmm.”

The words came easily, but I was surprised I wasn’t blushing.

“And, I think, a bit more than that, Tammy?”

Now I blushed, started to stammer out something, but she pulled me into her arms, clung to me so neither of us could look at each other as she spoke.

“It’s okay, Tammy. You and Charlie were a good couple, good parents and I was happy for you both. But…”

“But?” I whispered.

“I loved my son. And I love you, too, daughter mine. But…”

“But?”

“I’ve often thought that men have it easier; they can afford to be romantic, going off on quests and fighting dragons, but we women have to be realistic about life.”

I listened silently, wondering now. This certainly did not sound like a reproach.

“And the reality is that Charlie’s gone, Tammy. I miss him and you miss him, but all our tears won’t bring him back.”

On cue, I felt a tear in one eye, sniffed slightly.

“No,” I whispered.

“God made us male and female for a purpose, hon. We do best in pairs.”

Suddenly, she pushed away from me, her arms around my biceps, staring me in the face. There were tears in her eyes, too.

“Tammy, I was delighted when you two got married, but that’s done. You’re a healthy young woman in the prime of her life. You need a man in your life and those kids need a daddy.”

I blinked as she continued.

“I think we know what I’m talking about, don’t we?”

That was Olivia – warm, generous, kind and compassionate. And pragmatic as a sledge hammer.

When I didn’t speak, she continued.

“I’ve dropped by once or twice, dear, the odd time I was in the neighbourhood. Your neighbour – Gale, isn’t it? – was babysitting. She was pretty close-lipped about where you were.”

Gale hadn’t mentioned that to me.

“And I when I called two nights ago, Tyson answered your phone.”

My blush turned scarlet.

Olivia’s eyebrows went up, but her expression was still friendly.

“I don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes, my girl. I can put two and two together.”

I just looked at her.

“I like Tyson, Tammy. He’s stunning and he treats you super well and the kids like him and…” she paused for a second, “not that you need it, but you’ve got my blessing.”

My tears started for real now and her mom-friendly hug was precisely what I’d had been needing. As a bonus, I realized that I wouldn’t have to feel sneaky about hiding things from Olivia anymore.

So, when the long-contested final settlement from Charlie’s insurance was grudgingly released, Olivia insisted on taking Ariel and Danny for a while.

“Have fun,” she said. “You two deserve it.”

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Day One

Tyson

There were two things I liked about the ship. OK, three, if you count the very comfortable bed in our stateroom.

The kitchens worked 24/7 and, while much of the fare catered to popular tastes – sugar, salt, deep-frying and so forth – they’d had other options, some good enough that I’d allowed myself to temporarily drop my normal protein supplements.

Equally important was that the boat had a surprisingly good gym. I’d been worried about letting myself go, but Tammy had done her research before booking our passage.

Most gym-goers have a preferred workout time. Back home, I generally hit the weights first thing in the morning and sticking to that seemed a good escort beşiktaş plan. Most of the passengers were, I suspected, still in bed when I walked through the door the first time.

A figure on the treadmill caught my attention the moment I entered. A few years older than me, she was almost as tall as Tammy, with dark hair maybe six inches below her shoulders and runner’s legs, very long and very trim. Her quite delicious figure was highlighted by an attention-grabbing two-piece pale blue yoga set that covered the essentials while concealing very little.

We didn’t speak, just gave each other the usual nodded we’re-better-than-the-flabby-masses gym acknowledgement. She ran, I moved metal.

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Helen

Of course I noticed.

Compared to the white-haired, crêpe-skinned passenger norm, he was outstanding – tall, totally good-looking and, well, ‘muscular’ wouldn’t begin to come close. I’d never fancied serious bodybuilders before, finding them almost grotesque distortions of what people should look like.

But this lad was neither grotesque nor distorted. Rather, he was textbook gorgeous, masculine beauty perfectly presented, with every muscle clearly defined.

He had expressive, soft brown eyes, a strong chin and well-trimmed dark hair. He was clean-shaven; it took me a minute to notice that he seemed to have no visible body hair and I wondered if that was a bodybuilder thing.

Everyone knows that silly trope about men walking into things when their eyes are caught by the sight of a beautiful woman. As I watched, he pulled off his t-shirt and I suddenly understood how it could happen. With his broad shoulders, major arms, narrow waist and tree-trunk thighs, I realized that it was a good thing for me there were no lampposts in the gym.

I found myself wondering what those solid chest muscles would feel like under my fingertips and felt my tummy tighten.

This wasn’t me! I’d come on the cruise to get away from a man and, just a day later, here I was, shamelessly drooling over the first bit of beefcake to wander by.

As I watched, he put down one set of weights and picked up another, his long fingers gripping knurled shiny steel. I was suddenly struck by how well his nails were trimmed. Why I focused on something so trivial, I’m not sure, but I soon found myself wondering what it would feel like to have those hands on me. Would he be gentle under all that strength? I shivered, felt a soft pulse in my ears.

Wiping perspiration from his face with a gym towel, he started to look my way and I turned away rapidly, trying to hide the flush on my cheeks. I hadn’t felt this clueless since I was maybe 14 years old; I hoped he couldn’t hear my heart beating.

I sped up my pace on the treadmill, kept my eyes on the display for a minute. I was aware of how my breasts were shifting with each step and wondered if he’d noticed, too. I realized to my embarrassment that I couldn’t decide if that would please me or not.

When I looked up again, he’d turned away and, a big kettle-bell in each hand, had started a series of squats. I found the play in the muscles in his flank, back and legs mesmerizing.

I prolonged my usual run for a couple of minutes, then a couple more. I was still running when, getting to his feet, he used a towel to wipe down the equipment he’d been working with. He pulled on his shirt, smiled briefly as he passed me on the way to the door before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Bad thoughts!

No, actually, I thought, they were pretty good thoughts.

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Day Two

Tammy

I’d brought my sketching supplies on the cruise. Tyson’s posing had brought us together, after all, and I’d promised Gale I’d stay in practice.

I’d done sketches of him in various places around the liner, but I’d only been able to draw him properly – nude – on our balcony and that didn’t offer much variation. I was looking forward to our next stop.

Then I thought of the gym, where he’d be dressed in a pair of shorts and, maybe, a pair of earbuds. He’d also be moving instead of just sitting or standing still, which would provide more of a challenge for me. It wouldn’t be utterly bare Tyson in Gale’s sunlit back yard, but it would beat him leaning against a lifeboat dressed in shirt and shorts.

I caught the gym door, let it close softly; I was pretty sure he’d not heard me come in. I stood there, silently watching him.

About six inches taller than my five foot ten, he carried his 225 pounds very, very well.

His shaved body was coated in a heavy layer of perspiration and I felt my heart speed up in anticipation of a shared shower later.

I walked up to say hello, but Tyson was a machine when he was in the gym and nothing short of the Second Coming would interrupt his sets; he merely smiled in acknowledgement. I blew him a kiss, pulled up a chair and dug out my charcoal.

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Helen

They knew each other, that was clear. I wasn’t escort levent surprised by her familiarity; a man that handsome deserved somebody as appealing as she was. No, not red-carpet, high-fashion-model pretty, hold the reality and two sides of makeup, please. Rather, while she was very cute, her best feature was her confident, wholesome air.

Well, that’s what I thought until she smiled and I suddenly became jealous.

I walked past her on my way out. Her charcoal sketch was, to my amateur eyes, compelling. More than just a cold, draftsmanlike image of the man, her minimalist picture had captured what seemed to me to be his very essence – rugged, powerful, taut masculinity.

“That’s really good,” I said without slowing down.

She turned her head and smiled, then I was out of the room.

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Day Five

Tyson

“Nice dress.”

Tammy’s voice was soft, almost too soft. Surprised, I followed her eyes, saw who she was watching and immediately pulled up a Vegas-level poker face. No man in his right mind comments favourably on another woman in the presence of his wife or girlfriend, not even to agree with her. Um, perhaps especially to agree with her.

It was, though. Nice, I mean.

The dark silk of the ankle-length backless gown flowed from her shoulders to her ankles like morning fog drifting down a hillside — weightless, almost liquid, clinging to but hardly obscuring her figure. A triple row of pearls circled her neck above the plunging neckline.

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Tammy

I don’t often get jealous. I’d learned to deal with that when Gale brought Tyson into my world a year ago, a treasure to be shared with her and two other equally attractive women. I soon learned that a quarter share of Tyson was more than a full share of most normal men and the clear dividends had made sharing much easier.

So, No to jealousy, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t, um, notice.

Okay, I was noticing her quite intently as she made her way through the First-Class dining lounge. The room’s collective eyes shifted with her, men and women following her progress.

With different thoughts, I suspected.

Her tall stature was emphasized by four-inch stiletto heels visible through two side slits in the filmy skirt, slits ending far too close to her waist for my liking.

But no jealousy.

Really.

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Tyson

I take that back. It wasn’t so much a ‘plunging’ neckline as it was ‘full-throttle power-dive’ neckline. A woman I’d once known had termed such as ‘deadbeat’ necklines, ones leaving the breasts with no visible means of support.

Judgmental, I’d thought at the time, but descriptive enough.

With some very nice sideboob (yes, you’re getting the picture), a pert bottom and those endless toned legs emphasized by the slits in her skirt, the image she was projecting was, to say the least, eye-catching.

I was pretty sure that she knew she looked, was capitalizing on it. No woman in her right mind dresses that way by accident.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Tammy, her lips thin and her eyes narrow.

I pulled my eyes away from the woman.

Tammy turned towards me and I gave my bestest, brightest smile.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Did you say something?”

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Tammy

“I said she has a nice dress.”

“Oh.”

I realized I couldn’t read his expression.

The woman had the effrontery to wave at us as a server seated her at a nearby table.

Tyson started to wave back, caught himself and merely shrugged instead.

“I think yours is prettier, hon.”

At least he’d tried.

I closed my eyes, considered what this must seem like to Tyson, now embarked on what amounted to our honeymoon. Envious women are no great catch and Tyson had done nothing wrong. Indeed, neither had she.

Why then was I so upset?

I took a deep breath, tried to think of myself as somebody deserving this magnificent man. I let the breath ease out slowly. Another deep breath and I willed the green-eyed tension away as I exhaled. Tyson was mine and I knew I could have total confidence in him; I saw no need to worry about that.

Think about it, girl — he had a choice between you, Gale’s mature beauty, Quinn’s blonde effervescence and Heather’s sultry curves. Which one of us is wearing his ring?

I suddenly felt guilty. Men often say they feel like they’re walking a tightrope; it’s not right to play to their insecurities.

I opened my eyes to see the server bringing the woman a menu and I realized that she was dining alone.

No time like the present to correct a mistake.

I put on a sweet smile and, leaning over to give Tyson a quick peck on the cheek, put my hand on his arm.

“She’s by herself,” I noted.

“Is she?” Tyson’s gaze didn’t shift away from me.

I squeezed his hand, watched his gaze fall to my hand.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “We women are hard-wired to be defensive.”

I escort maslak saw him relax somewhat.

“Look at me, Tyson,” I said. His head rose again in response.

“I mean it. I got overprotective for a minute. I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It’s okay.” His soft smile made me realize all over again how lucky I was.

“Look, she’s your gym buddy, yes?”

“Not really. We actually haven’t said a word to each other.”

“You know what I mean, Tyson.”

“I don’t even know her name, Tammy.”

I found again myself marvelling at the changes in me, at how different I was from the shy, withdrawn, pre-Tyson Tammy.

“Why don’t you invite her to join us, honey?”

I could see the surprise on his face.

“Please,” I said, trying an open, happy smile. “I know I can depend on you, Ty. I’m not going to explode if you talk to another woman.”

Not after having spent the past year watching Tyson making love to three other women in front of me. Dinner with a fully-clothed fellow-passenger I could handle.

“Are you sure, love?”

Sometimes men are like puppies — not too bright, but generally trainable with the right treats.

“Mmm-hmm. Go and ask her before she orders, please.”

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Helen

I was perusing the wine list when I became aware of his presence. The man could certainly move silently.

It was the first time I had seen him smile and I was struck by the perfectly even, bright teeth. It dropped a weight into my tummy. Darn it but he was handsome!

“I don’t think we have been properly introduced,” he said. “My name is Tyson. My fiancée,” and here he gestured towards the tall woman, the artist I’d seen in the gym, “My fiancée noticed you were by yourself and wondered if you would care to join us?”

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Tammy

I could see the momentary surprise on her face, quickly overcome. Tyson extended his hand and helped her to her feet. As they made their way to our table, I saw him catch the server’s attention, wave his finger from her table to ours, saw the server nod in response.

The woman held out her hand. “My name is Helen,” she said. “Thank you for the invitation.”

She had an intriguing accent. It was British, I thought, but couldn’t pin it down further than that. I found it just a touch exotic and quite delightful.

“Tammy,” I responded. “It’s our pleasure. In any case, us young-uns need to stick together on this geriatric raft, right?”

She had a nice laugh, I thought, a friendly laugh, a laugh that came easily. I was pretty sure that I’d made the right decision.

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Helen

I’d intended my dress as a sort of light-hearted tease to the elderly crowd surrounding us. I hadn’t anticipated possibly stirring up problems with another woman my age and her sincere, open friendliness was a relief.

They were Tammy and Tyson and, their actual nuptial date not having been set, they were on their pre-honeymoon. No, they didn’t cruise often, in fact this was their first. I didn’t do the sea voyage very often, either. She was a stay-at-home mother and he was a poet, working on his first book. I worked in a basement government office, keeping the nation’s nose to the grindstone.

The food was, as expected, excellent. I have a particular fondness for a good rack of lamb and the menu even specified English lamb! A reasonable Bordeaux paired with it perfectly. Tammy had flipped back and forth before settling on grilled Pacific salmon. A small piece between her lips, a short moment of chewing and her face almost melted with pleasure. Tyson of course had gone for a large beefsteak, medium rare. I guessed his body needed a lot of protein.

As eating slowed down, conversation restarted. No, I had no children; I smiled at the photos of Tammy’s two. No, they weren’t doing the full cruise; they were getting off in a couple of days and spending some time in a private villa on a small island. I myself was planning to land in Miami, possibly heading up to Orlando to do the Disney thing, but there were no hard plans. No, nobody was meeting me, my latest boyfriend and I having recently parted under disagreeable circumstances.

Tammy paused at that last and apologized if her question had hurt. I assured her that my wrath was fading with every day at sea.

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Tyson

I was enjoying myself. A small knot of tension in one shoulder eased away as I saw Tammy shake off the last of her pique. She and Helen drifted slowly into Girl Talk, terra incognita for me. I allowed my attention to wander around the dining room.

Barring a few couples with children, we three were the youngest there and there was absolutely no doubt that I was sitting with the two loveliest women on the liner. I settled into my chair, relaxed and pondered my good fortune as I sipped a second glass of port. I held it up to a light, examined it.

Drinking port. Wearing a tux. You’ve come a long way, Ty!

My eyes slid back to the two women at my table. On one level, they were quite alike — tall, fair skin, long dark hair, blue eyes. Their features were different, but I found both sublimely lovely. Helen might have had a slightly larger bosom, but Tammy had hardly been shorted in that department — slender, but very feminine. I also sensed a serious intelligence in Helen, one perhaps matching Tammy’s.

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And Then there Were four.

My boyfriend Liam and I had been venturing into ethical non monogamy for about 3 years when we connected with kai, a woman I knew through a local art studio I sometimes work at. I had always thought she was pretty and also an impressive artist so I was pleased and surprised when we matched on Feeld (a Non monogamy dating ap). The 3 of us met for dinner and talked until the restaurant closed and wanted to kick us out.

After a few more vanilla hang outs with just a little bit of kissing and massage we decided we were all comfortable enough to move things in a sexier direction. Prior to this she told us that her housemate Alex also happened to think we were both cute and was interested in joining us. I was elated because both of them are stunning, and the fact that they both wanted to join us literally felt like a dream come true. Kai is tall, beautiful and athletic, while Alex is petite and very cute. They contrast one another perfectly and have such an electric connection.

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We decided to have our date on Valentine’s Day and all shared a delicious meal together before breaking out a particular favorite game of ours: sexy Jenga. For those saying to themselves “what’s sexy Jenga?” It’s worth looking up but essentially it is playing Jenga but each block gives you a number associated with an action then you roll a dice to see who you do that action with.

This was a great way to break the ice as we each took turns interacting; kissing, massaging, and sitting in one another’s laps. At one point Alex was instructed to give me a lap dance which she did amazingly and unlike being at the club I was able to run my hands all over her as she did it. We watched Kai and Alex share an elated kiss and explore all the unresolved tension of their connection. It was so steamy in fact that just watching them caused Liam to knock over the Jenga tower forcing him and I to both remove an article of clothing. Liam also got to enjoy a lap dance from Kai and pull her in for a steamy make out. Then I had a 4 round run of rolling Alex every time and basking in her sexy witchy escort ataköy energy.

As much as I’ve always tended to date men I strongly believe that women are better kissers and these 2 were no exception.both their lips were soft and inviting. When Kai pulled me in close to her I swooned and when Alex was given the option to lick me anywhere and her tongue traced the edge of mine I nearly died.

After enough Jenga we decided to head up to Alexs bedroom. Her space was warm and inviting with a creative earthy vibe. Colorful mood lighting decorated the walls, as various art pieces drew the eye around the room. I had admitted to them that I’d been curious about being spanked with a crop and she’d happily offered hers for me to try. she happily laid out her favorite sexual accessories and we each made choices: a bottle of honey, a blindfold, nipple clamps (which no one ventured to touch), the crop, her favorite vibrator and a wax candle for dripping.

We each took a turn laying in the center of a semi-circle and reviving what we chose. Alex went first choosing the honey (a strong favorite of hers), and the wax. So Kai dripped spots of hot red wax all over her body slowly taking in each sting, while Liam and I licked honey off her nipples. It was sticky and sweet in my mouth and I enjoyed the sensation of her hardening between my lips as I licked and sucked her clean. She stretched out on her back in ecstasy with each new sensation.

Kai went next, Liam re-lit the candle and begin dripping the wax along her frame, letting her feel the sensation of every drop on her skin. Alex and I balanced the slight pain with the pleasure of licking honey off her firm perky breasts. She writhed underneath our hands and revived our attention so beautifully.

I was third. They took turns spanking me with the crap. First light. Then a little harder, massaging me as they worked me over. The sharp string softened by their affectionate touch. I made a mental note that I was sure I would particularly enjoy it in the future when I was being tied up and dominated. I do occasionally like to be told what to do, and given reasons to follow instructions.

Liam was last. escort şirinevler Alex and Kai dripped honey on his firm erect cock promising to lick it clean. While he was enjoying every sensation of being worked over by them I gave him his turn with the wax. He seemed less keen on the sensation so I stopped and kissed him and whispered exactly what I wanted at the end of the night. His chest flushed red and he let out a low moan of approval and elation.

Once I verified that they had thoroughly licked his cock clean he moved to get on top of Kai. He kissed her neck and down toward her navel before beginning to return her favor. I turned my attention to Alex who laid next to her best friend as she received immense pleasure from my partner. I grabbed the black vibrator with its rabbit augment and began rubbing it on her. I had never used a toy on another women but enjoyed how it felt to stroke her with its tip and temp her for more.

Alex relaxed back into my touch and let me play with her as I pleased. I slowly began inserting the toy inside her and she twisted with pleasure. I stroked her with different motions until I found one she responded particularly enthusiastically to. As I began to hit my rhythm I heard Kai Moana’s Liam enthusiastically ate her out. I paused only a moment to smile at him and note his smile back. It felt good to work together to make these two amazing women feel good.

Next Liam moved onto Alex while I shifted use of the toy to Kai. I first ran it up her leg and rubbed the outside of her vulva, testing how she seemed to like it. She moaned and her breathing increased. When I slid it inside her she gasped and flushed in approval. Meanwhile Alex was enthusiastically enjoying all of the licking and sucking Liam was doing to her.

When Alex noticed me using the toy she got on her hands and knees so Liam could continue to lick and play with her while she took over. She showed me how she liked to use the toy on herself and this immediately made Kai let out a loud moan of approval. Liam began touching me and splitting his attention between Alex and I.

At this point I was very ready to take Liam’s cock and told him so. With escort bahçeşehir no objection he shifted his entire attention to making sure I was wet and ready for him before he let me have it. As Alex began to bring Kai closer to orgasm felt the familiar sensation of my partner’s erection beginning to push inside of me. I gasped in enjoyment as I grabbed his hips to pull him deeper, making a perfect fit.

I felt Kai tense up and start gasping as Alexs full attention was on her. Liam drowned himself in the ecstasy of finally getting to feel me wrapped around him, my legs hooking around his, keeping him close to me. I looked down to watch him slide in and out of me. I was feeling the ebb and flow in pressure and sensation with it, the exhilaration with each withdrawal and the satisfaction of his swift return to being buried deep between my legs.

The beautiful brunette laying next to me finally came, vocalizing every sensation of her release and signaling to Alex to hold still with the toy. After a momentary recovery the two women dropped honey on my nipples and began to lick it off, the varied sensation between their tender lips on me and Liam making full use of my pussy was decadent. Being at the center of so much attention and sensation and feel their desire on me ignited my passion like few other things do. While he continued to fuck me he slipped his fingers into both their slits and started playing with them producing a visibly positive response. They both leaned their hips back into his touch. I felt myself getting closer and closer on the winding path toward my orgasm as I asked my partner to cum. Alex and Kai give their mouths a break to echo my sentiment.

Liam looked like he was up in outer space, completely was helpless to resist doing anything but filling our request. His breathing quickened and he could barely form the words that conveyed his desire to give in to us. After a couple quickened thrusts I saw his body tense and then release as deep inside of me as he could. I felt him pump his hot warm load inside of me and tightened my grip on his legs. The sensation of being filled by him set me over the edge as my orgasm took over squeezing him so tight I pushed him out despite my best efforts to hold him close.

His last few pulses of cum coating my stomach, tits as well as our two companions. Alex ran a finger along me wetting it, and brought it to her lips with a smile.

Xxx

We finished up the night with a nice decompression session basking in the glow of a magical encounter with our two new friends.

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Eric and Samantha Evans looked like any other married couple. Both had good paying jobs, lived in the suburbs of Los Angeles, drove pretty expensive cars, and were active physically. In fact, I met them because my twin sister Julie was their tennis instructor.

Julie (my identical twin) and I own “My First Time” – an escort agency specializing in giving people first time sexual experiences. I mostly deal with women who want to learn how to love women, but won’t turn down a young virgin guy, or, in this case, an adventurous young couple.

Eric and Samantha have been married ten years. They’re just a couple of years older than me at 32. Both are extremely good looking, as Julie reported. Eric’s 6’1″, dark brown wavy hair with a big chest and muscular arms. Samantha is 5’5″, blonde, with good-sized breasts, long slender legs, and an ass to die for.

They don’t have any kids and report that they have an active, monogamous, sex life. Neither one of them admit to being unfaithful, but feel something is missing. That something was to invite someone else into their intimate relationship. In other words, they wanted to have a threesome with another woman – and they wanted my help.

For the fees we charge, I was happy to oblige. Turns out, neither Eric nor Samantha have been with any other sexual partners. They wanted to change that, but together as a couple.

As usual, they filled out our confidential five-question survey and were vetted by my business partner, Julie. This gave us a lot of information to help make their first experience one to remember.

I met them at our out-of-the-way restaurant. I sat at my special table, sipping a Pinot Noir, when they arrived. This was going to be my second client, and my first paid threesome. So I was a bit nervous.

I hoped they’d be attracted to me. Auburn hair, large bust, long legs, and a flat tummy. Basically a carbon copy of Julie. Both of us have hairy bushes that we love. Julie and I have had a lot of sexual experiences over the years, and now we’re putting that experience to work, and making lots of money in the process!

“Eric, Samantha!” I called softly from the booth.

The couple lived up to their description. As they approached the table I could tell they were a positive, lively couple. They were all smiles as they sat across from me. Eric wore a black t-shirt and slacks; Samantha a mid-thigh length white dress and heels.

“Thanks so much for doing this,” Samantha said, extending her hand. “I’m Samantha.”

“Eric,” Eric said, giving me his hand.

“Donna. So nice to meet you in person,” I said.

“Boy, you really are identical to Julie,” Samantha said, sitting down.

“Oh yes,” I said. “We sure are. May I offer you wine?”

My wine steward magically appeared with a bottle of Seghesio Old Vine Zinfandel.

“Wow!” Eric said. “How did you…”

“Trade secret,” I said, with a smile. “We do our homework.”

The steward poured two glasses and disappeared.

“This place is hard to find,” Samantha said, taking a sip. “Oooh, that is good!”

“That’s the idea,” I said. “Discretion above all. Glad you like the wine!”

We traded small talk for a few minutes. I found out (okay, I already knew) that Eric was a tech executive. He works with Carla, a neighbor of Julie’s. Samantha works in marketing. Both are very successful. What I really wanted to know was why this beautiful couple wanted to have sex with another woman. And I needed to know they were ready for what awaited them.

“You guys seem to have a happy marriage,” I said. “I assume your sex life is good too?”

They both blushed just a bit.

“Oh!” Samantha said, “It’s very very good. Eric is such a great lover. So kind and gentle, yet…”

“Yet?” I asked.

Samantha looked at her husband. “Well, his, um, dick is pretty amazing. Makes me cum so hard!”

Eric smiled, a bit embarrassed. “Samantha is incredible in bed. I’m lucky to have her!”

“So why the change? I asked. “Why bring someone else into your intimate relationship?”

The two glanced at each other.

“We’ve been talking about it for quite some time,” Eric said, laying a hand on Samantha’s. “It actually started with a friend at her work.”

“Yeah,” Samantha said. “I have this gorgeous co-worker who’s been over for dinner at our place. She hinted one time that if we were ever interested in a threesome, she’d love to have sex with us.”

“We’ve fantasized about it and are so ready to do it,” Eric said.

“But?” I asked.

“Well,” Samantha said, putting her other hand on Eric’s. “We’ve only been with each other. We want to bring other women into our sex life, but don’t know the first thing about threesomes.”

“Ah,” I said. “You want some expert guidance.”

“Yes,” Eric said. “But we also think you’re incredibly hot, because, well, we think Julie is pretty hot!”

“Why, thank you,” I said. “The feeling is mutual!”

I took another sip of wine. “So tell me, Samantha. What positions do you like? What does Eric do that turns you on?”

Samantha looked around.

“Don’t escort osmanbey worry,” I said. “We’re completely private here. I made sure of it.” Not only was the booth private, but the restaurant owner kindly vacated nearby booths too, for a fee, of course.

Samantha leaned in. “I love sitting on his dick,” she said with a smile and glancing at Eric. “But I orgasm mostly when he fucks my pussy from behind.”

She sat back, a little embarrassed, like she’d let out a secret.

I smiled. “And how about you, Eric? What does Samantha do that gets you off?”

Eric looked at his wife and smiled. “I love fucking her when I’m on top. When I see my cock disappearing inside her it really turns me on!”

Now we were getting somewhere. I was picturing Eric’s cock disappearing into my pussy and it was making me wet.

“Are you ready to head to my place?” I asked, setting my hands on theirs.

The two smiled at each other, and then looked at me. Both nodded their heads.

“We’re ready,” Samantha said.

We got up and headed to the back entrance. The bill would be taken care of and a text from me had summoned the limo, which was waiting out back.

I had Samantha get in first, followed by me, and then Eric. As she sat, I noticed her skirt ride up so much that I could see her pink panties. The tinted windows and interior screen of the limo gave us lots of privacy, and did a good job hiding our route.

During the ride to our “business” house, I decided to get things started. I put my hand on Samantha and Eric’s thighs and stroked them. The husband and wife watched my hands caress them.

“I’m getting pretty wet thinking about making love to the two of you,” I said, looking at Samantha, then Eric.

I noticed Eric shift slightly in his seat, and a bulge in his crotch begin to grow.

“Eric,” I said. “Are you okay with me kissing your wife?”

Eric nodded. “I would love to see that!”

I turned to Samantha, who smiled. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night!” she said.

I took my hands off of their thighs and cupped Samantha’s cheeks. I moved in for a gentle lips-only kiss. Her lips felt warm, soft, and inviting. She kissed me back and we lingered there for a moment.

“Mmm,” I said, leaning back. “Your lips feel so soft!”

“So do yours!” Samantha said. “No offense, Eric.”

“None taken!” he said.

“Okay if I kiss your husband?” I asked Samantha.

“Please!” she said.

I turned to Eric and leaned in for a kiss. This time I touched his lips with my tongue. He opened his mouth and I ventured in. His tongue felt so wet as it curled around mine. I was probably the first woman he’d kissed in a decade. I wanted it to be special.

I turned back to Samantha and kissed her again, this time with my tongue and lips. To my knowledge, I was the first woman she’d ever kissed. She returned my kiss eagerly, letting her tongue slide along mine and even venture into my mouth.

As Samantha and I made out, I moved my left hand from Samantha’s thigh to touch her pussy through her panties. She let out a soft moan into my mouth.

As we broke off she said, “No one except Eric has ever touched me there, and certainly not a woman!”

“Do you like it?” I asked, moving my fingers gently up and down her slit.

“Can’t you tell?” she asked, glancing down at her crotch.

I looked down and noticed a wet spot starting to appear right at her pussy lips.

I smiled. “You’re getting wet!”

I turned to Eric and placed my other hand on his dick, now getting much larger under his pants. I kneaded his thickening cock with my fingers.

“Oh!” he said, shifting to allow room for his growing erection. “You sure know how to turn a guy on!”

We continued making out with me caressing Samantha’s pussy and Eric’s dick. By the time we reached my house, I was pretty sure this couple was loosened up and ready for action.

We stepped out of the limo and both readjusted their clothing. After a short walk through the enclosed front yard, I ushered them inside.

“Come join me in the living room,” I said, leading the way.

Julie had lit a fire and candles, giving the room a very romantic look.

“How about a nice Pinot?” I said, offering them a place on the couch. I sat on an overstuffed chair next to them.

Julie had an expensive Oregon Pinot Noir cooling on the table, along with three glasses. I poured, and we clinked glasses.

“To new beginnings!” I said.

We drank and held on to our glasses.

“I assume you’ve had threesomes before?” Eric asked.

I laughed. “I think I’ve lost count!” I said.

“So you probably know every possible position,” he said, taking a sip.

“I’m glad you brought that up,” I said, looking at each of them.

“Threesomes aren’t about positions. Yes, I’ll teach you some of those, but it’s much more about the connection between us. As we begin to make love to each other, we’ll naturally adjust so our bodies unite in new and wonderful ways.”

Eric and Samantha escort kağıthane both nodded.

“I have an idea,” I said, standing.

“Whatever you have in mind I’m sure will be great!” Samantha said.

“Samantha, why don’t you stand up. Let’s give Eric here a little prelude.”

“Ooh!” Samantha said, setting down her glass and standing.

We stood over Eric and I French-kissed his wife. I started feeling her breasts through her dress and she reached up to feel my boobs.

“Your hands feel so good on me!” I said. “Why don’t you undress me?”

I turned my back and let Samantha undo the zipper on my dress. I shrugged if off onto the floor. As I turned back, I noticed both Eric and Samantha staring at my large breasts, nearly bursting from a nearly sheer black push-up bra.

“Your breasts are so big!” Samantha said, touching them. “I can see your nipples,” she said, touching them with her fingers.

“Ooh, that feels good!” I said, reaching my hands behind my back and undoing my bra, which fell to the floor.

Samantha tentatively reached out and held my bare breasts. Erik began rubbing his dick through his pants.

“That’s right,” I said. “Now squeeze my nipples. Mmmm. Yes! You can kiss them if you like.”

As she tweaked my nipples I felt my pussy getting wetter and that itchy feeling in my crotch.

“Eric, why don’t you enjoy my nipples too,” I said.

Erick reached up and touched my right nipple.

“Don’t be shy. I don’t think your wife minds you licking the nipple of another woman tonight, do you Samantha?”

“I want to see you suck her nipples!” she answered.

Samatha sat next to her husband. I knelt and she offered one of my breasts to his mouth. He took it in eagerly and began licking my nipple. Samantha took the other one in her mouth and flicked her tongue back and forth.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said. “Now both of you suck on them! Shit! I’m getting so wet!”

I stood, not able to wait much longer. “I think you have too many clothes on, Samantha. Eric, can you help her out of her dress?”

“I sure can!” Eric said, as both of them stood.

Samantha turned her back to her husband and faced me. Eric undid the zipper to her dress, which she let fall to the ground. He then undid her bra, setting her large breasts free.

“So gorgeous!” I said, cupping her breasts that had light brown areola and erect nipples.

I leaned over and started kissing and licking her breasts and sucking in on her nipples.

“Oh fuck!” she said. “You do that so well!”

I kissed Samantha while Eric nuzzled her neck and reached his hands around to cup her bare breasts.

“Now I think your husband is wearing too many clothes!” I said. “Eric, why don’t you let us help you out of those.”

Samantha turned and helped Eric take off his t-shirt. I undid his zipper and pulled his pants and underwear down, which he stepped out of.

Eric’s dick was super hard and stood straight out from his body. It was larger than most, and I was really looking forward to having it stuffed in my wet pussy.

“Have you ever sucked on Eric’s dick?” I asked Samantha as I pushed Eric down on the couch.

“I love doing that!” she said, kneeling and getting the idea.

“How about a double blow job, Eric?” I said, getting on my knees as well.

“Fuck!” Eric said, holding his dick up and stroking it.

“How does it feel, Samantha, knowing another woman is about to put your husband’s cock into her mouth and suck on it?”

“Fucking amazing!” Samantha said, taking hold of Eric’s dick and offering it to me.

I eagerly licked up and down its length, and then took the mushroom-shaped head of Eric’s cock into my mouth, sucking on it and making a popping sound as I pulled off of it.

Samantha looked on wide-eyed. I offered it to her and she took it in her mouth, going down on it as far as she could.

“Oh fuck!” Eric said, watching us from above.

We took turns licking and sucking on Eric’s dick. We French-kissed across the head and I took it in my hand and stroked up and down. Eric was getting majorly hard.

“I think it’s time we went to my bedroom,” I said finally. I knew Eric wasn’t going to take much more of this, and I didn’t want him to cum, not yet.

We stood and shared a three-way kiss. Eric squeezed one of my ass cheeks.

We walked down the hallway and into my candle-lit bedroom, complete with large king-sized bed, stone shower, and jetted hot tub.

As we stood before my bed, I knelt in front of Samantha and gently removed her soaked panties. Her blonde bush was light-colored and wispy, like my auburn bush. I kissed her mound and ran my fingers through her hair. Samantha held her hand to the back of my head.

“I’m going to lick your wife’s slit now, okay Eric?” I said.

Eric was sitting on the bed, stroking his dick. “Of course!”

“Samantha?”

“Please, Donna. I’m really turned on!”

I used my tongue to lick Samantha’s pussy from bottom to top.

“Oh shit!” she said and her escort mecidiyeköy legs nearly crumbled beneath her. “Oh shit that’s good!”

Her pussy tasted tangy and was dripping with moisture. I even got my tongue on her clit and licked it gently. It also smelled great!

“Are you ready to be eaten by a woman?” I asked, standing and holding Samantha’s waist.

“I want it so bad!” Samantha said.

I got her to lay on her back on my bed. I came up between her legs and we made out. I began kissing and licking her nipples as I moved lower.

“Come and let Samantha suck on your dick,” I said to Eric, who got up and moved to the head of the bed, offering his hard dick to his wife’s mouth.

I could hear the slurping sounds Samantha was making as she sucked Eric’s cock. As I moved to Samantha’s stomach I could see Eric watching me about to lick his wife’s pussy. It was intoxicating to think what I was introducing this couple to.

I put my head between Samantha’s legs and kissed her inner thighs. She began moaning softly and her hips rose and fell slowly. When I licked her pussy lips again she shuddered.

“Oh, oh, ah, oh,” she began cooing, her mouth off Eric’s dick and her hand stroking it.

“I’m going to make your wife cum, Eric. I want you to watch!”

I inserted a finger into Samantha’s pussy and her hips rose in response. I then started finger fucking her while sucking on her clit. Soon she was moving up and down rapidly.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! FUUUUUCK!” she cried out.

Her legs started trembling and her back arched up as she came in my mouth. I felt juices practically shoot out of her pussy. I lapped up every drop I could.

As she came down from the orgasm, Samantha pulled me up for a deep kiss.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!” she said, breaking off but holding my face in her hands. “I’ve never felt anything like that!”

“Let’s get Eric more involved, shall we?” I said. “Why don’t you eat my pussy while your wife and I make out?”

I switched places with Samantha, laying on my back. Eric moved around as I got rid of my wet panties. Once between my legs, he wasted no time putting his tongue and mouth on my pussy.

“That’s right, Eric. You’ve done this before. Oh fuck, lick my pussy, Eric!”

Eric put two fingers in my vagina and began using them to stimulate my “G” spot.

“What’s it look like to have your husband eat out another woman?” I asked Samantha.

She looked down between my legs and stroked Eric’s hair. “It looks incredible!”

“Why don’t you sit on my face so I can lick your pussy again?” I said.

Samantha moved up and straddled my head. Her pussy was still so wet that juice dripped onto my face.

“Time to fuck me, Eric,” I said, looking down at him.

Eric got up on his knees and I knew Samantha was watching as he was about to fuck another woman for the first time. I wanted Samantha to feel pleasure as her husband gave pleasure to me.

“Stick your cock in my pussy!” I said, grasping his dick and aiming it for my opening.

As he pushed his dick into me I felt just how large it was. My pussy stretched and brought incredible feelings of pleasure. He pulled out a bit and pushed back in all the way to the base of his cock.

As Eric began fucking me, Samantha lowered herself onto my mouth. She and Eric kissed and made out above me. I could tell Samantha was getting close to a second orgasm because she began fucking my mouth, moving her pussy back and forth across my outstretched tongue.

I was really enjoying Eric’s dick, but I wanted to watch Samanth’s reaction while he gave me an orgasm.

I came off her pussy and Eric pulled out of me.

“Fuck me from behind like you do your wife,” I said to Eric.

He moved behind me and put his large dick back in. Being fucked from behind is a different experience. The head of Eric’s dick touched a different part of my pussy. It was an awesome feeling!

“Come here and kiss me!” I said to Samantha.

“Oh fuck!” I said. “Oh!, Ah!, Oh!” I cried as Samantha kissed my lips and put her hand on my back while she watching her husband fuck me.

Realizing I was only the second woman he’d ever fucked turned me on so much that I came really quickly.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” I called out.

I stuck my ass up higher and Eric moved faster and faster while I came all over his dick.

“Thanks for making me cum, Eric!” I said, after he pulled out.

“Now fuck your wife while she eats me out!” I said, turning on my back and moving up to the head of the bed.

I opened my legs and Samantha moved up between them. She was tentative at first, licking her first pussy.

“That’s right,” I said. “Ooh, yeah. Lick up and down. Mmm. Now suck my clit. Fuck!”

Eric moved up and I watched his dick go into Samatha’s pussy.

She was getting really turned on and started moaning. The vibrations from her mouth got me really going again too.

I knew this was her favorite position. Pretty soon she came off of my pussy and cried out, “Fuck, Eric. I’m cumming. Fuck!”

Eric couldn’t last any longer and started grunting and pushing his cock deep into Samantha’s pussy. I reached down and rubbed my clit quickly and it put me over the top into another orgasm.

Afterwards, we lay there on my bed, Samantha on one side of me, and Eric on the other. We took turns kissing each other as we cuddled and caressed for a while.

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This is the ninth installment in my “Kimmy’s Adventures” series about a college track star and her sexual exploits.

(Author’s Note-The setting for this installment is approximately 9-months after “Kimmy’s Adventures-The Locker Room 2”. You may want to read that story first.)

This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however in no way should this story be considered “sex education”. All characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The college referenced in the story is made up.

All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

“Kimmy’s Adventures-Swap Meat”

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“North over here!” I yelled, excitedly as I waved my arms frantically to get Harrison’s attention. The nipples of my braless tits stiffened immediately under my sleeveless summer dress.

Harrison’s head snapped in the direction of my voice and quickly caught my eye. A great big smile lit up his face as he walked towards me, his carry on bag slung over his right shoulder. As he approached I couldn’t help but feel my thighs moisten.

I had been waiting anxiously for about 20-minutes outside of terminal C at the busy metropolitan airport that was nearest to State College. I finally saw him exit the gate onto the main concourse with a stream of other passengers from his recently arrived flight.

It was mid afternoon on the second Friday of the month of June, which marked the third anniversary of our first date. Coincidently it was also the anniversary of the first time we fucked. It was an event we decided we would commemorate annually, no matter what else was going on in our lives at the time. We did it in order to “keep the flame lit” in our special relationship, despite the distance that separated us.(Kimmy’s Adventures-The Gang Bang)

We quickly hugged and engaged in a long passionate tongue kiss that I sensed was attracting the attention of people around us.

“God, I missed you so much!” I gushed as our lips parted.

“Missed you too, Freaky,” he said, while taking my hand in his as we began our walk towards the luggage claim. “I’ve been looking forward to this weekend more than anything for months.”

“More than the football draft back in April?” I asked, grinning. He was a mid round draft pick for Buffalo.

“Getting my brains fucked out by you all weekend is a lot better than earning the right to get my brains beat out on a football field,” he quipped.

“How romantic!” I thought to myself.

Harrison and I could barely keep our hands to ourselves as we waited impatiently for his luggage to appear on the conveyor belt in the claim area. Once again we were getting curious looks from other people waiting for their bags as we touched, fondled, giggled and laughed.

By the time we grabbed his suitcase and got to my car, I was chomping at the bit. No sooner did the doors close than I leaned over the center console and attacked the waistband of his shorts.

“Seriously Kimmy, You’re not even gonna wait till we get back to your place?” Harrison asked as he lifted his ass slightly. His actions told me his protests weren’t very sincere. I pulled his boxers and shorts over his hips revealing his beautiful stiff cock.

“From the looks of it, this hard handsome dick has missed me,” I responded with a grin. “Besides, tell me you didn’t wear a belt for no reason?”

“I didn’t want to have to take it off during the security check!” he protested.

“Yeah right!” I thought to myself, then jammed his cock into my warm, wet mouth.

“Ohh…gawwwd!” Harrison grunted loudly. “Seriously Kimmy! What if we get arrested for indecent exposure or lewd and lascivious behavior? Can you imagine what would happen to my contract with the league or your endorsement deals if our names and images are plastered all over the internet and TMZ?”

I couldn’t help but spit his cock out of my mouth as I let out a powerful laugh.

“Lewd and lascivious?” I began teasingly as I looked up into his eyes. “There ya go showing off that vocabulary again to prove you’re not just a good looking dumb jock.

“Just lean back and relax,” I continued. “Besides, the way your dick is throbbing in my mouth I don’t think this is gonna take very long.”

And with that I went back to sucking Harrison’s cock. Up and down my head bobbed as my right hand stroked his shaft furiously. The time for a more sensuous, loving suck job would have to wait.

His grunts and groans filled the interior of the car. A couple dozen strokes later and I felt his feet push into the floor board and his legs tense. Instinctively I increased the pace of my manipulations. That’s all it took.

“Ungh!…Ungh…Ungh!…Ungh!…Ungh!” With every grunt, Harrison expelled a blast of cum; the first two sliding down my throat, the rest settling in my mouth. It was quite the load he’d saved up.

My face was still in Harrison’s lap when he said, “Oh my god Kimmy, a couple people are headed to the car next to us.”

Suddenly I heard escort bakırköy a man and a woman’s voices near the passenger side of the car. Unfortunately, my car didn’t have tinted windows. I hoped the poor lighting in the parking garage would make it difficult for anyone to see clearly into the vehicle.

I pursed my lips in an effort to maintain Harrison’s cum in my mouth then slowly lifted my head from his crotch. Next, I eased myself back into the drivers seat, and turned the car on. Harrison frantically pulled up his pants. I then looked out the passenger side window and was surprised to see a middle age woman, that I recognized from the luggage claim, brazenly staring into the car.

Without a second thought, I opened my mouth to show the female voyeur the cum still covering my tongue. I felt a little bit trickle out the corner of my lips. I closed my gob, swallowed, then opened my mouth again to show her it was all gone. The woman’s appalled expression was priceless. For added affect I scooped the sperm that was on my chin into my mouth with my pinky and smacked my lips. I then smiled and waved at her before putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking space.

“Holy fuck Kimmy,” Harrison exclaimed a few seconds later, shaking his head in stunned disbelief. “You keep doing freakier and freakier shit each time we get together.”

“Why thank you Harrison,” I said with a wicked grin. “Ya know I do have a reputation to up hold.” I then quickly leaned over and gave him a sticky kiss on his cheek before returning my attention back to navigating the parking garage. A couple minutes later we were in the bright daylight and headed towards the highway.

“So how’s this new roommate working out?” Harrison asked, making small talk. “This is the same girl that was spying on you in the locker room last fall?”

“Yup!” I smiled with mirth, fondly remembering that afternoon. He was talking about C.K. (Kimmy’s Adventure’s -The Locker Room 2) I’d taken her under my wing similarly to the way La La had done for me when I was a freshman (Kimmy’s Adventure’s-The Locker Room). “Well she just moved in a couple weeks ago after graduation when my old roommate moved out. Honestly we haven’t seen a whole lot of each other since January.”

Just a little background info real quickly; My roommate Mena (Kimmy’s Adventures-The Lesbian Gang Bang, and Sushi Dinner) graduated and moved out at the end of my junior year. Fall of my senior year I then roomed with another teammate, who just graduated and recently moved out. Even though I would be spending part of each year training in Colorado, I wanted to keep State College as home base. So, when the opportunity for a new roommate popped up, I asked C.K. to room with me. She happily accepted.

I’d been busy training during the winter and participating in the indoor season in preparation for the Olympic qualifier meet which was held in April. Unfortunately I wasn’t ready for the next level of competition yet, and finished well back of the main pack. I was back at State College on a brief break before heading to Europe for the outdoor season. C.K. would pretty much have the place to herself.

“And you’re still not giving me any details on what happened with her or who the guy you two were fucking was?”

“Not until tonight when you’re banging the shit out of me,” I taunted.

“Oh yeah, you freaky little slut?” Harrison replied. “Let’s see how ya like being teased!” Next thing I knew, he swiftly reached over and pulled the bottom of my sun dress up over my lap exposing my pussy.

“Damn, I knew you didn’t have panties on!” Harrison exclaimed, pulling on my blond bush. Then, before I could clamp my thighs together, he grabbed my pussy lips between his thumb and fingers and began rubbing my labia together. “And your snatch is soaking wet.”

“Oh Fuck Harrison!” I blurted, as the car swerved slightly when I momentarily lost concentration. “That’s not fair. I’m fuckin’ trying to drive here.”

“Turn about is fair play my freaky little friend!”

“Not at 65-miles-per-hour it’s not,” I hissed. “Although it does feel really good ya fuckin’ bastard.”

Harrison smiled wickedly and continued rubbing my slippery pussy lips. Every so often his fingers brushed my clit sending a jolt through my body. For the next several miles I moaned and groaned while doing my best to concentrate on the road; traffic whizzing by on my left.

Eventually my hips involuntarily shifted slightly causing my slit to part. Harrison then cupped my pussy and began to push his middle finger in my hole.

“Oh fuck no!” I yelled. “Harrison stop!” But my body betrayed my words. My thighs spread slightly and my ass slipped a little allowing Harrison to bury his long middle finger to the third knuckle inside me.

“Ungh!” I grunted as Harrison added his ring finger. The tips of his digits rubbed the roof of my cunt at the same time his palm buffed my clit. Suddenly a unique feeling I’d never escort baheçlievler experienced before began to build in my belly.

“Fuck Harrison what are ya doin’? I gasped. “I feel like my pussy’s gonna explode!”

Harrison gave two or three more forceful thrusts of his fingers then pulled them out suddenly. And that’s all it took. My vision blurred…My legs trembled…My vaginal and stomach muscles clenched…And a geyser of pussy juice ejaculated from my cunt and soaked the steering wheel, dash board and my lap.

To this day I can’t quite explain what it feels like to squirt. The best I can do is say it feels really, really good! It’s like a release. Like everything just escapes your body.

The sudden blast of a truck’s air horn made me jump in my seat and scream while I hung on to the steering wheel for dear life. The orgasmic fog immediately cleared from my brain in time for me to notice an eighteen wheeler fly by in the passing lane. I couldn’t see the driver, but I have a good feeling I put on a good show for whoever was operating that truck. Automatically my foot came off the gas. I pulled onto the right shoulder of the interstate and came to an abrupt halt.

“Holy Fuuuck!” I panted in disbelief, doing my best to catch my breath. “I want to do that again!”

“Uhhh…maybe you’re right though,” Harrison stuttered sheepishly, looking pale as a ghost. “At high speed on the interstate might not be the best place.”

“Ya think?”

xx

Harrison literally gave me the shirt off his back so I could dry the steering wheel and mop up my lap and legs. Harrison and I spent the rest of the trip recounting our most recent sexual adventure; giggling and laughing the entire time.

I wondered aloud where and on who, had he learned to make someone squirt. He just grinned playfully and said he’d tell me next time he was finger banging me. Before we knew it more than thirty-minutes passed and I was pulling into the parking space in my garden apartment complex. I was horny all over again.

We gathered his bags from the trunk of my car and proceeded to my unit where I paused momentarily to find my key and open the door. No sooner did we get into the entrance way and put down his bags then we heard the unmistakeable sound of bed springs squeaking.

“Sounds like your roommate needs a new bed,” Harrison said, laughing at his own joke.

I shushed him, then whispered for him to quietly take a seat on the couch and wait. Before he followed my directions, he knelt and silently removed a clean tee-shirt from his carry-on bag. He slid it over his head and onto his muscular frame then headed over to the couch and took a seat facing C.K.’s bedroom door.

While Harrison was doing that, I tip-toed towards C.K.’s sleeping quarters and perched myself right outside her door. At first I wasn’t sure if I was going to burst in and surprise her and her unknown lover, or wait for them to come out once they were done.

Quite honestly I didn’t know exactly who she was in the bedroom with. I knew from the first time she hooked up with Malik and me in the locker room in the fall, that the two of them had a real connection. They spent as much time as they could together the past few months, taking into consideration how busy they both were with their respective course loads and sports schedules. But, I was pretty sure they weren’t exclusive.

Besides, last I knew, Malik was still in California working out with a trainer and preparing for the NBA draft. He’d been there since the end of the college season in April. In mid May he’d participated in the NBA combine (an event for players to showcase their abilities prior to the draft), which by all accounts he’d done well at. He was invited there after a stellar season in which his senior leadership helped the team advance to the sweet sixteen in the NCAA tournament before being bounced by the eventual national champion. He was projected as a mid to late second round pick.

I decided to wait, as the volume and speed of the squeaks emanating from behind the closed door increased.

“Oh that’s it!” C.K. yelled. “Fuck me harder! Faster! Yeah, right there! Gunna Cummmm…Unghhh…Ahhh…!

Moments later the deep growl of a male in full release echoed throughout the apartment. Suddenly the bed became silent. It was probably a minute or so before I heard muffled voices and muted giggles. The following sound I discerned was a body getting off the mattress just seconds before C.K. said, “I gotta pee!”

Next thing I knew the door opened and out popped a naked C.K., her perfect B-cup tities bouncing robustly on her slender, toned, light brown body.

“What ya doin’ slut?” I asked matter of factly, causing C.K. to shriek in horror and jump nearly a foot off the ground.

“Oh my god Kimmy!” C.K. screamed as she reflexively threw one arm over her tits and a hand over her newly shaved twat. “Ya nearly scared the shit out of me!”

“Actually looks escort başakşehir like I scared the piss out of ya,” I said, pointing to the trickle of urine running down her left leg and puddling on the floor.

“Oh fuck,!” she yelled, then ran quickly to the toilet in the nearby bathroom, neglecting to close the door behind her. I couldn’t help but laugh. “We weren’t expecting you for about another hour,” she yelled, as I heard the tinkle of pee hitting the toilet water.

“We?” I asked. “Who’s we?”

“I’m we!” a deep voice boomed from the bedroom doorway before C.K. could answer.

“Malik!” I shrieked, as I jumped into his strong arms and planted my lips on his. He was dressed in only a pair of blue shorts, the outline of his prick visible. I almost didn’t recognize him as he was sporting a new hair style in which the sides were shaved close and the top was braided in five cornrows that were knotted in the back. His muscular ebony body was sweaty and reeked of sex.

While our tongues twirled inside each other’s mouths I could taste C.K.’s pussy. I wondered if he could detect my penis breath.

“So I’m guessing Pennington is your locker room buddy you refused to tell me about in the car?” Harrison asked from the living room couch. Malik and I separated from our embrace.

“Uh huh!” I nodded, with a sheepish smile on my face.

“Well at least it’s somebody I know and like and not some asshole,” Harrison laughed, rising from the sofa and taking a few steps towards Malik. Malik met him half way.

“My dude,” Malik greeted Harrison as the two men fist bumped. I had to chuckle to myself thinking that both hunks probably still had their respective woman’s pussy all over their hands.

“Uh, we cool?” Malik hesitated, looking at Harrison, then glancing in my direction, before turning back to Harrison.

“Yeah man, we cool,” Harrison replied. “I’m sure she explained the deal to ya. Besides, no one man, or woman for that matter, can satisfy Freak. Sexually that is.”

Malik nodded in agreement.

“Hey!” I declared, feigning displeasure at Harrison’s comment, and Malik’s agreement. Truth is, they were right. At least back then.

“So what are ya doin’ here Malik?” I asked, a bit confused. “I thought ya were still out in Cali gettin’ ready for the draft?” Before Malik responded I heard the toilet flush and the bathtub water get turned on in the nearby lavatory.

Malik explained that he had a couple days off and decided to surprise C.K. He’d flown in the night before and stayed at his coach’s house. Then, he showed up at our door step earlier that afternoon. The rest was self explanatory.

“I forgot this was the weekend ya two get together,” he continued. “I can stay with coach all weekend if my being here is a problem.”

Harrison and I assured him that he was welcome to stay.

The three of us settled in the living room; the boys sat on either end of a three seat couch while I sat on a chair adjacent to Harrison. I took turns staring at the two handsome men as they shared stories about their recent seasons and draft experiences. A few minutes later C.K. appeared from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her lithe body, little droplets clinging to the exposed top of her chest and her toned calves. I assumed she’d washed Malik’s cum from her pussy as well as the piss off her leg.

C.K. grabbed some paper towel from the kitchen and wiped her pee off the floor and threw it away before she tentatively came into the living room. I immediately interrupted the boy’s conversation.

“Harrison, I’d like to properly introduce you to Cassidy Kearsley, but she goes by C.K.,” I began. “C.K. this is Harrison Northman but his friends call him North.

“Uh…hu…hu…Hi…Harrison,” C.K. stuttered nervously. “I…I’ve heard a lot about ya. Um, uh, I’m sorry about earlier. Not quite the way I envisioned meeting you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Harrison said smiling while eyeing her towel covered body. “And trust me, I didn’t mind.”

I slapped Harrison’s arm. My roommate blushed.

“C.K. come sit with me,” I offered pointing to my lap.

She refused saying her towel was soaking and she didn’t want to get my dress wet. When I informed her it was okay because my dress was already wet, she looked at me befuddled.

“Yeah, Harrison made my pussy squirt all over the place while I was speeding on the high way,” I said matter of factly.

“Oh my god, really?” C.K. said looking first at me then over at Harrison. North nodded his head in acknowledgment. Malik was just shaking his head incredulously.

“Wow, I was wondering if that was really a thing,” C.K. added. “Can you show me how?”

Here I’m thinking she couldn’t believe that I had sex in a moving car. Instead she wanted to learn how to squirt. I knew I liked this girl.

“Absolutely!” I exclaimed. “Come take a seat.” And with that, I got up, stripped C.K. of the towel, revealing her beautiful naked body. I then nudged her to take my place. I quickly fell to my knees and spread her legs wide. Her recently fucked pussy lips pouted slightly.

“Girl I like how you shaved your snatch,” I complimented before lowering my face to her pussy. I then stuck out my tongue and began moistening her slit. A moment later I lifted my head and grabbed her mound with my hand and began strumming her clit with my thumb.

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“Ugh! I just need to get railed,” Heather said. She was lying on my bed. Her biochem textbook was open, but it was splayed pages down across her stomach.

“And then you’ll understand glycerol bonds?” I kicked the floor and let the swivel chair spin me around. The momentum carried me too far. I waited patiently for the second turn to complete. I’d also had about enough of hydrocarbons.

Heather stared at my dorm room ceiling. She’d been doing a lot of that for the past half hour. “If I couldn’t walk, there’d be nothing to do but study for Miss Jensin’s stupid midterm.” She sounded downright wistful.

“There’s a Chi Rho party tonight,” I suggested.

She just groaned. “No. I don’t want it to suck,” she said.

“I kinda like Chi Rho.” They had this elevated dance floor right next to a bunch of pong tables. Total frat vibes. But it was easy to bounce between drinking and dancing, which worked well for me.

“No, not the party. The sex. Hookup sex always sucks.”

“This is college, dude. All the sex sucks.”

“I know,” Heather whined.

I chewed the problem over. It was more stimulating than carbon valences. “We could hit the bars. Try out some townies,” I suggested. Marry Halance had put some miles on a farm boy sophomore year. She’d ended it when he started angling for something more, but it had hurt her to break his aw-shucks heart, so he must have been doing something right.

“We?” asked Heather. “You’re in on this too?”

“Yeah, duh.” I waved at the pile of discarded clothes in the corner of my room. An inside-out bra and mismatched panties sat right on top. “Does it look like I’m getting any?”

We both regarded my shameful pile. Not for the first time, I wondered what might be gestating under there. Maybe Miss Jensin could do her next lecture on that.

“I don’t think it’s a frat guy problem,” Heather mused. “It’s a first time problem. Think about it. Any decent guy is going to pussyfoot around until he figures out what you like. He’d be a total sociopath otherwise.”

“In which case the sex will be fire, but then you’ve got a stalker.”

“Yeah. Or worse.”

I discarded my bio book. It hit the floor flush, making a satisfying thump. “What if we wore signs? They could say, ‘Just so you know, I’m a total hoe,’ or something.”

“Mine would say, ‘Don’t be a bitch, hit one’,” said Heather.

“If it worked, we could get tattoos.”

“Tramp stamps?”

“Naturally.”

Heather was quiet.

“Are you thinking what font you’d pick?” I asked.

“It wouldn’t work,” she said. “He’d think I wanted him to choke me or something.”

“I thought you liked that?”

“No. Like, really choke me. Have you ever? It’s fucking scary.”

I threw my pen at Heather. “Stop fantasizing on my bed, hoe.”

“College guys are mellons. You have to be so god damn specific every step of the way. It’s fucking exhausting.”

“I pretty much stopped trying,” I admitted. “It’s like, I’m trying to get leveled here, not direct my own porno.”

“Right?”

“Fuck, dude. Who gets bored of hooking up? We really are hoes.”

“You know what would actually work?” Heather said. She rolled onto her front to look at me. The pages of her book crinkled angrily, but she ignored them. “You and I, we like the same shit. You could give him pointers! Like on a voice call.”

I crossed my arms. “That sounds fun for one of us.”

The pen came flying back at me. “Fine, bitch. Video. You can watch.”

“Now it’s a threesome, with extra steps and I have to make myself cum.”

“It’s my first time with him, so you’d have to do it yourself anyway– if you were there, I mean,” Heather said.

“Fuck. Hoeing is a lot of work.”

This time it was Heather who broke the contemplative silence. “You know. I’d probably be okay with it.”

“Okay with what?” I asked.

“You being there.”

“Like, a threesome?”

—–

It turned out that deciding to have a threesome was the easiest step in planning one.

Heather slid her binder over to me. It was flipped to a mostly blank page, just a penciled line down the middle. It was a very straight line. Heather was tucking a pink half-ruler back into the pocket of the binder.

“Mr. Rider, will you present first, please?” Professor Cole said.

A mousey guy in an oversized hoodie popped up from one of the middle rows. He walked up to the front of the class and fumbled a flash drive into the computer.

Heather wrote ‘Mickey’ on the paper. She worried her pencil eraser against her bottom lip a few times before writing ‘3’ on the other side of the penciled line.

“The fuck is this?” I whispered.

“We’re rating them. You know, one to ten.”

I wrinkled my nose. Bouncy blond curls, sporty yet curvy, and expensively dressed, Heather had always been one of the pretty girls. At least, that’s the impression I’d built since rooming with her freshman year. I did like Heather. She was probably my best friend at school. But sometimes the privilege showed. “Dude. This is some real high escort fulya school bimbo shit,” I said.

“Don’t be like that. This will help us find our ideal hookup.”

“Well it’s not going to be Mickey.”

“Duh.” Heather circled the ‘3’ for emphasis. “Look, with this system we can find the guy we both agree is the hottest, who’s also in our range.”

She pushed her pencil at me.

I couldn’t help myself. I put a ‘5’ on Mickey’s line. “What? He’s kinda cute. Pretty sure he showers. And it’s not like we’re going to settle for five.”

Heather considered and then, with some gravitas, revised her ‘3’ to a ‘4’. Then she wrote ‘Mel’ on a new line. That’s my name. Short for Melly, which is short for Melanie, both of which make me want to puke. Though I tolerate Melly in special circumstances. Notably, my mom and Heather.

“No way. You first.” I gave the pencil back.

‘Heather’ and ‘7’ appeared on the line below my name.

I put an ‘8’ next to mine.

“Bitch,” hissed Heather.

“What? I’d give you an 8 too.”

“Aww.” She updated her official ranking to reflect.

It was fun, in a mean girls kind of way, ranking our classmates as they stepped up to present. The guys, at least. Heather wouldn’t let me add the girls to our list. Except for Sophie Burnheart, who I gave a ’15’ and some little hearts. Heather let that one slide because she knew it was accurate. Though she did hiss, “You’re such a lesbo.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“What do you want me to say? Gayyy?” Heather drew out the word into a nasally parody.

“You don’t have to say anything, I can just be bi,” I said, feeling that maybe whispered conversation in the back of mammalian anatomy class wasn’t the ideal venue for this convo. Fortunately, Kyle Rook was about to present. So I didn’t have to come up with my own distraction.

Kyle, who everyone just called Rook, was captain of the wrestling team, as a junior. I gathered he wasn’t even that amazing a wrestler—though he sure looked like he would be. But the way the other guys looked to him for direction, and how easily he gave it, with authority, but not in a dickish way. Yum.

After some deliberation, which involved a lot of pencil grabbing, Kyle ended up with a ‘9.5’.

“Damn,” said Heather.

“He’s dating Aligasha, anyway. But, like, we could totally pull a nine-point-five,” I was getting into the grade school rating system.

Heather considered our two ‘8’s on the page, pencil poised to cross them out.

“Dude. Think about it,” I said. “As a package we could have literally anyone on campus.”

I could see the possibilities starting to take shape behind Heather’s emerald eyes. She put a little heart next to Kyle’s name.

“Girlfriend,” I reminded her.

—–

“You know I’m cool with you liking girls,” Heather said. We were walking between classes, lugging our bags down the barely maintained asphalt path. There weren’t that many people around. And it wasn’t like I really cared who knew. Still, it seemed like the kinda thing she should have lowered her voice for.

“Oh yeah?” I said, a little more icily than I’d intended. “Because you sure keep bringing it up.”

“Woah, back off bitch. You don’t think it’s super fucking relevant?”

I side eyed her. She glared at me. We weren’t fighting. Not yet. But she was ready to spark up if I rose to the bait.

Some girls, or just people for that matter, would be put off by Heather’s scrappiness. But by now I knew it was mostly insecurity. I rolled my eyes at her. “You’re actually super into this aren’t you?”

“No shit. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” She flapped her skirt dramatically. “I should have worn a pad. Have you not? Are you fucking welching on me?”

“Woah, easy dude. I’m a sop show too.” It was true. “It’s just, kinda crazy, you know.”

“Right?” Heather agreed, finally softening.

“Also, I don’t—” I picked through words carefully, “I don’t see what you get out of it?”

“What? Because I’m not into you?”

“Fuck you too. Girls in general, I mean.”

Heather rubbed her temples like she was explaining something to the slow kid for the tenth time. “Okay, it’s like, you and I, we want the same shit. But we don’t want it from each other. Or, at least I don’t. No offense.”

“Over it,” I said, attempting to make it true.

“So, like, if we nail a guy together, we can be each other’s advocates. Then we know we’re gonna get what we want.”

“I don’t see why you need me for that. Why not just use your fucking words?” In actuality, I did understand the difference. But I wanted to hear Heather say it, to be sure we were on the same page.

“Ugh. I do that. But it’s like you said earlier. It makes me feel like a director. I don’t want to be in charge. It’s better when you feel— I dunno what to call it,” she trailed off.

“Out of control?” I suggested.

“Exactly.” Heather shouldered into me. “See, you’re my perfect bitch for this.”

Heather and I had escort cihangir developed a tell-all policy about our escapades. Swapping hoe stories was a cornerstone of our friendship, that’s why she was so confident we’d be on the same wavelength. But this would be, something more. “I get it dude. But, it doesn’t bother you that we’ll be naked. Together?” I asked. Not just naked. Fucking. Hearing each other’s sounds. Smells too. It made me shiver.

“I know you think I’m hot. It doesn’t bother me.” Heather sashayed her hips, mid-thigh skirt threatening to catch the wind. “Just don’t, like, catch feelings. You know what a cunt I am.”

“You know I don’t actually fuck girls, right? I just think they’re pretty.”

“Bitch, you think I’m stupid? Kimmy Pale, Sigma Chi, hellooo?”

“We just made out,” I insisted. It’s not the same.”

“You said she finger blasted you.”

Those were not the words I’d used. “Yeah, and that’s it. Under my pants. Glad to see you take notes, though.”

“And you came.”

“So?” I knew Heather was winding me up. But I was trapped.

“That’s not just making out. You hooked up.”

Distracted, I stumbled on a pothole. What kind of walking path has potholes? Heather cackled and skipped ahead, leaving me to try and suppress my blush before I caught up.

“Hey, I’ve been wondering,” Heather said once I had. “Did ya, you know, return the favor?”

I’d gotten my blush mostly under control. But that was a lost cause now.

Heather peered at me. “Oooh. Is it juicy? Spill, bitch!”

I could see her gossip girl mind working behind those green eyes.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” It said.

“She didn’t pee in your mouth to the Gorillaz soundtrack? Lame.”

“What, no?! How would you even pee to a soundtrack?”

“Stop dodging.”

I couldn’t look at Heather. I knew how her mind worked. She was going to hate this.

“Actually, after she did me, that was kinda it.”

“Oh my god,” said Heather. It was exactly the way she’d said it when we learned the quiet kid had hung himself in the showers.

“Hey! Hoes don’t judge.”

“Jeez, ice fucking cold. Now I’m definitely not going to be your girlfriend.”

“Bitch, you wish.”

The path ended at the science building parking lot. We navigated across it without any more conversation, focused instead on not getting flattened by the late commuters screeching in.

When we were almost at the door, Heather said, “You know I don’t actually want-“

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “You were just being a bitch.”

“Cool.”

We beeped our ID cards. The door shut heavily behind us and we took the hallway to class in silence. Awkward silence. Ugh, we were going to stew in this all lecture. You couldn’t talk in the back of Professor Snider’s class. He was a hard ass.

Through the lecture hall doors, I could see him racking papers. Class was about to start. My opportunity to break the weirdness was closing.

As we squeezed into the hall, alongside the other last minute arrivals, Heather leaned in. “Hey, what do you think about a professor?” she whispered.

—–

Heather and I talked about normal shit on the way back to my dorm. We weren’t even ignoring the threesome topic on purpose. An hour and a half of biochem was just that major of a turn off. It had totally slapped my reset button. My panties were still damp. But now it was in that chill uncomfortable way that makes you walk funny.

“Saw that.” I caught Heather slipping out of her own underwear when she thought I wasn’t looking. She jammed them hurriedly into her bag, but I still clocked their expansive dark staining. “Throw them on the pile if you want. I’ll wash them with my stuff.” I waved at my growing mound of underthings.

Heather eyed me suspiciously “You’re gonna sniff them.”

“Dude, seriously?”

She pulled them back out of her bag and finger flicked them onto the pile. They landed gusset out. Messy. We both studiously ignored them.

Heather sat on my bed. That’s where she always sat. Me in my desk chair, her on my bed. I was about to complain—because, you know, no undies—but then she crossed her legs. Suddenly she looked small and vulnerable. Not a look I was used to on her. I let it slide.

“I don’t think a professor will work,” I said.

Heather looked up at me. A little brightness came back into her. Her blind, almost gold, curls looked a little bouncier. “Because all the hot ones are married?”

“Well maybe,” I said. “But you said you wanted us to be like, directors for each other, right?”

Heather nodded.

“Professors are smart,” I said.

“Not all of them.”

“The ones I’d want to fuck are.”

Heather bobbled her head, she was getting it. “They’ll have their own ideas. We’ll end up doing what they want, not what we want.”

“Right. We’re trending the wrong way. I think we should go dumber, not smarter.” I stopped to consider my friend sitting on the bed. She kept trying to flatten her skirt escort florya along her thigs. With her legs crossed, it rode up pretty far. “Assuming you’re still in?”

Heather gave me a look like I’d just slapped her. “Of course I’m still in.” She gave up on the skirt. Sighed. “I’m just wishing I’d kept my underwear on.”

“So put them back on.”

We both looked at her discarded underwear. They sat there, almost proudly. They weren’t just damp. They were—and I use this word knowing it’s terribly unsexy—slimy. We quickly looked away.

“I could take mine off too,” I offered.

“Holly fuck, Mel. How about, I dunno, offering me a fresh pair? Do you think you’re gonna get lucky or something?”

I couldn’t help it, I winked at her.

“Gross,” Heather said. She eyed my underwear drawer. My dorm room was small. The little dresser was closer to me and my swivel chair than it was to her.

I didn’t move.

Heather sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m being such a spaz about this.”

“It’s okay.” I opened the drawer, picked out a pair of blue cotton panties, nothing special, but not threadbare, and tossed them to her. Pointedly, I swiveled away while she put them on.

“Thanks,” she said, letting me know I could turn back around.

“We should probably talk about this, huh?” I said.

Heather flopped back onto my bed. Her skirt flew up and settled more around her waist than her thighs. My panties peeked out. Now that she had underwear on, it didn’t seem to bother her anymore. “Probably,” she agreed. But she didn’t add anything more useful.

I figured I knew roughly what had my friend so flustered. And she had just offered me a rare and elusive Heather apology…

“You know,” I said, “I wasn’t thinking we were going to, um—” This was silly. Heather and I were usually so frank recounting our sexploits, and now I was resorting to euphemisms. “I wasn’t thinking that we’d be hooking up during it.” I felt a little twinge of regret closing the door on the possibility. A slutty, consequences be damned, part of me definitely had wanted it. But rationally, I’d known it was just a fantasy.

“Right. Okay then. Good,” Heather said quickly. She did seem relieved. But I was left feeling that I’d missed something.

“Sooo, we need hot, but dumb,” I said, by way of getting the conversation anywhere else. I felt like I should be checking, again, if Heather still wanted to play this game. But she didn’t seem to like it when I did that.

“Well, not dumb. Easy going. Like he’ll be happy just to be there.”

I grimaced. “I’m done taking virginities.”

“Ew, no. Not what I meant. No drama.”

“Yeah, we’ll supply that.” I gave Heather a cautious grin.

“It’s the hoe way,” she agreed. “Hey, can you pull up the class roster? I might have an idea.” She slid off my bed and came over to me. Soon, she was leaning over my shoulder, weighty curls bouncing against my back, pointing at headshots on the screen. Just like normal.

—–

Davin Greymill wasn’t dumb. Nobody at school was truly dumb. Not in the way some kids had been when I was growing up, where you wondered how they even got themselves dressed in the mornings.

But Davin was, uncomplicated. He wrestled. Probably on a full scholarship, judging by my one group project experience with him, where I’d had to do practically all the work. And as far as Heather and I could tell, there wasn’t much to him besides the wrestling. You got the sense that he woke up early, hit the gym twice daily, and practiced hard, not so much because he was driven, but because that’s what his coach told him to do. Maybe we were being unfair. But that was the vibe.

Davin was also, super hot. He had that soft muscle. The kind where you missed it at first, until you sat next to him in class, and his t-shirt pulled tight when he reached into his bag, and then, bam! You realize he’s fucking sculpted.

“He’s got a bit of a baby face,” I said.

Heather ignored me. “I bet he shaves, everywhere.”

“You’re thinking of swimmers. Swimmers shave everything.”

“Wrestlers do too. And swimmers don’t have to shave their junk. Rupert was a swimmer, remember?” Heather did not invoke Rupert with fondness. They’d dated for a good portion of freshmen year, before she’d properly embraced the hoe life with me. Every once and a while we’d run into him, and he’d make snide, slut shamey, comments. But it was mostly just funny now. We knew what we were about. And he didn’t seem the crazy murdering ex type. We hoped.

“Why would wrestlers have to shave their junk if swimmers don’t?”

“Probably so they don’t get dragged around by their pubes. Have you seen those singlets? You know they’re rummaging around in there.”

I made a face. “I dunno.”

“You’ll see,” said Heather, with confidence.

“You’re team Davin then?”

“Are you not?”

I considered the little headshot on my computer screen. Davin stared straight back at me. He had blond hair, a little long in the bangs, but combed to the side. I could imagine a less muscled version of him on a boy band poster, hung in Heather’s childhood room. Not my usual style. The bands on my posters had rocked more black and chrome. Still, it was hard to argue with those delts. And I was pretty sure he’d changed his hair since that picture.

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