Driving from one client to another on the outskirts of Detroit, I knew I would be passing a rest stop that was a known cruisy spot. I was wearing a tight pair of purple satin thong panties under my clothes, and was feeling Horny. I pulled onto the off ramp, I could see several cars parked in front of the side walk leading to the restroom building. As I came to a stop in a parking spot, I noticed all three cars in the parking lot were empty. My cock swelled, hoping the owners were sitting in the restroom with hard cocks waiting for a blowjob. Climbing out of my PT cruiser and slowly making the long walk to the men’s room, I entered the front door into the lobby of the building. This was a perfect place to find hook ups, because the front door of the lobby was loud, giving anyone in the adjoining restrooms plenty of notice that someone had entered the building.

As I made the way into the men’s room, I turned the corner into the rest room which had a row of 3 empty urinals and 4 stalls, each with six foot high walls, all with doors. On the opposite wall were a line of sinks. Finding the first 3 stalls “occupied”, I went into the last stall. The dingy stall, was the handicapped one and provided plenty of room to maneuver. The graffiti on the walls showed plenty of cruisy writings. As I pulled my pants down, and sat on the dank shitter, I could see the pair of sneakers of the person in the next fatih escort stall. I made sure that my pants were pushed down tight against to my shoes, and my purple satin thong laying on top of my wadded up jeans. This was to clearly show my feminine outfit to all under stall lookers. I sat slowly stroking my hard dick, waiting for a sign from my stall mate. Reading all the advertisements for blowjobs and other messages for hook ups and meetings on the walls of the stall, I was so turned on. I could hear someone stroking a cock, making the distinct sound of fist pounding a slick wet hard cock.

Chancing a peek below, I could see the two guys in the far two stalls were playing. The person in the furthest stall was on his knees as the person next to him was stroking his hard cock under the stall. I also could see the guy in the next stall was watching the fun in the stall next to him. Taking this watching as a sign, I tapped my right foot on the ground a few times, trying to grab his attention. The tapping worked as he slowly started to tap his left foot in reply to each of my taps. I pushed my feet closer to the side of the stall, hoping that he could see my panties laying atop of my jeans at my feet. I was quickly rewarded by him dropping to his knees, pushing his rigid cock below the bottom of the stall. His knees and legs were on my side of çapa escort the stall, his 6 inch rock hard cock, glistening with precum pointing straight at me. I was sure he was expecting me to reach down and use my hand to jack him off, like the pair on the other side of the stalls were doing.

The moan of surprise coming from his side of the stall told me of his approval as I immediately crawled down onto the nasty floor, taking his cock into my watering mouth. I shoving my face onto his cock, forcing the mushroom head into my throat. I could tell he wouldn’t last very long, because of how hard his cock was and the amount of precum oozing from the engorged head. I increased suction as I pulled my mouth off his beautiful cock with a pop. Taking just the head back in, bathing the spongey head with my tongue, slurping on his dick. Slowly taking my lips down to his pubic hair, which elicited another moan from the other side of the stall, as I expertly provided him with a delicious wet blowjob. Here I was, on my hands and knees in a public restroom, on a cum covered floor, sucking a strangers cock. Completely ignoring any self-respect, I was a willing servant only to the saliva covered cock pointing at my face. I again took all of his cock into my mouth. I could taste more precum as his dick leaked from the head of his glisten erection.

I güngören escort grab his shaft with my right hand, using it to milk out more precum from his swollen cock. Using my mouth, I sucked on the underside of the head, washing it with my tongue. My lips began to swell around the growing cock head. I knew the cock was ready to explode. I could feel his cock growing, swelling with his cum, as he moaned that he was going to cum. I instantly increased the suction on his swollen cock, giving him notice that he was to blow his pent up load into my eager mouth. I positioned my tongue, directly under the head of his cock, pressing the head against the roof of my mouth. My tongue in perfect position to taste his manly seed. I could feel his legs tighten and I was rewarded with spurt after spurt of his warm creamy man juice. I slowed my pace on his cock. Stopping as he filled my mouth, catching all of his precious cream, savoring his salty manly taste.

I held his quivering cock in my mouth, relishing the warm cum as he slowly came down from his climax, so I had time to use my right hand a milk the last few drops of his thick load. . Sadly he slowly pulled his semi hard cock from my eager mouth and quickly got up dressed and fled. I held his load of cum in my mouth, savoring the thick texture and earthy taste, as I used my tongue to coat my mouth and teeth with his cum, finally swallowing and feeling the thick mixtures slide down my throat. I quickly sat back up and frantically jerked off a huge load of my own on to the disgusting floor, adding my cum to the dried loads from countless others. I sat for a few more minutes, but didn’t get any other visitors. So I pulled up my panties and pants and went back to my car.

Our first world tour was over and although it had been stressful and exhausting at times, I can honestly say that it was also the best days of our lives. The first dates in the US had gone really well and we were starting to really crack that market. Mainly because journalists in Europe were constantly referring to us as the band that could become as big as U2. It didn’t necessarily have anything to do with our music, even though there were many similarities, it had more to do with the fact that we were from Dublin like they were, and because Bono loved us. He spoke so highly of us in the media that people who probably wouldn’t have paid attention to us did. He was sort of like a godfather and he was definitely giving us great publicity.

By the time the tour ended, we had sold over fifteen million copies of our second album. We had become extremely popular. Everyone wanted a piece of us. Fans and paparazzi were always camping outside our place, there were never a huge amount of people, but whenever we would leave our place, there would always be a few fans waiting outside and a couple of reporters around the corner, ready to snap a few pictures. We couldn’t wait for them to move on to someone else. We’d figured they would eventually get bored of taking the same pictures of five guys looking annoyed in a hooded top every time we stepped outside, but so far, they hadn’t.

We were living in London’s Notting Hill. We had grabbed an opportunity to buy a whole building. We had often told Tom our manager that we wanted to live together, far from thinking that it could become a reality. We all really wanted to keep living close to each other, in a way it was a continuation of our childhood, to all continue to live next door.

One day Tom talked to us about a new real estate project one of his acquaintances had told him about. An old warehouse was being turned into seven apartments. As soon as we visited the place and saw what they were doing with it, we knew it would soon become U-N-I’s headquarters. It was perfect for us, definitely an opportunity not to be missed. The apartments were huge and we could design them to fit our style, but what really finished to convince us was how well-secured the building was. We could come in and out without having to worry about fans or reporters stopping us at the front door. We had a nice outside space too and three empty apartments that we could do whatever we wanted with. The smallest ones would become a recording studio for sure, probably a gym and a game room too and then we all agreed that there’d be one for Rachel.

Jordan and I managed to convince her to move in with us because she wanted to go to an art school in London. She had always been very artistic and loved to draw, paint and create. After our break up, we didn’t speak for a while, but it didn’t last long. She was friends with all of us, the guys loved her and I didn’t want her out of my life at all. So little by little, we started spending time together again, as friends. Everything went back to normal in her relationship with Jordan Dylan and Damon first, she’d had a very hard time being around Robbie again at the beginning, especially when he was being affectionate with me, but eventually she got used to it.

The first time she had seen us kiss, we were having a small party at Jordan’s place to celebrate his 19th birthday. It was late, everybody had gone home. We were a bit drunk and Rob and I started making out in the corner of the room. I was sure she had left, but when I opened my eyes, I saw her watching us. I froze a little and Rob turned his head and let go of me when he saw her too. She looked at me with the saddest and most resigned expression on her face, and probably fully realized at that moment that she really had lost me for good. Her attitude changed after that, and she started behaving toward me and Rob in the same way as she behaved with the guys. We had become friends again, and I was glad to still have her in my life.

It was eight am, we were still in bed. I had been awake for like half an hour and I was checking social media when he awoke.

“Come on, sleepy head, wake up. We have press to do this morning.”

“Uhhh, go without me,” he groaned, stretching his arms.

“Yeah, you wish!”

He checked his phone as well and after a few minutes, I got up and put some pajama bottoms on. He did as well and as we started heading out of our room, I turned around and said,

“Hey, why don’t we stop for take out at that organic place on the way like we did last week, it was excellent.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” he agreed.

He placed his hand over my lower back and gave me a quick peck on the lips, which I returned, making it last a bit longer. I had just intended to kiss him briefly though but we had no self-control when it came to this. He kissed me back, with a little more pressure and I felt a slight shiver rush through me as his tongue quickly slid into my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me into him and I embraced him tightly. We closed our eyes and started kissing more deeply. bahçelievler escort I got hard instantly and pressed my crotch against his morning wood, grinding my cock against his and grasping his broad shoulders. He broke the kiss and we looked at each other and grinned slyly.

He slipped his hand down my pajama bottoms, not breaking eye contact with me and grasped my cock firmly, squeezing it, forcing a groan out of me.

“I just can’t keep my hands off you,” he smiled as he began stroking me firmly.

“Ooh,” I quietly moaned.

He placed his other hand behind the back of my neck and gently kissed and licked my lips as his thumb spread the precum over my cock and his hand moved up and down my erection smoothly. I pressed my body firmly against his to increase the sensation and his hand rubbed against his crotch as he jerked me off faster and faster.

He started kissing my cheek, then my ear, his kisses moving down to my neck and began nibbling at it so softly that it made me tremble and I felt shivers run up and down my spine.

“Oh yeah, feels good.”

Rob continued licking my neck gently and I moaned quietly, enjoying his nibbling and stroking; he raised his head and looked into my eyes as his hand continued pumping my cock and I humped myself against it.

I smashed my lips against his and slipped my hands down his pajama bottoms. I grabbed and rubbed his muscular ass cheeks, pulling him into me a little more. His hand on my cock was squeezed between our bodies, which just increased the pleasure I was feeling and I lost myself more and more in the sensation. I loved the feeling of his hand running over my cock.

“I’m almost there,” I whispered closing my eyes, running my tongue over his lips.

My cock was now leaking like a tap and his hand was rapidly moving up and down my length.

“Yeah, come on, shoot it, shoot it,” he murmured and softly licked my tongue and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me lovingly and letting out small sexy sighs.

I moaned and he began to furiously pump my cock as I squeezed him to me.

“Come on shoot it, baby,” he moaned sensually again, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smelling him and feeling his warmth against my face as I concentrated on my approaching orgasm.

I suddenly felt my cock pulse in his hand and groaned,

“Oh yeah”.

My whole body tightened and jets of cum started shooting out of me, soaking his hand as well as my pyjama bottoms. He continued stroking me through the whole orgasm, holding me tight against him too.

When my orgasm had subsided, I raised my head a little and kissed him softly again.

“That was so good,” I giggle. My hands slowly released his ass cheeks and moved up his back, I squeezed him to me a little harder, “you’re the best!” I said invading his mouth with my tongue again, and we kissed passionately for a few seconds.

“Come on, I’ll return the favor in the shower,” I told him, grinning slightly.

We headed toward the bathroom and stepped inside the shower, letting the water spray over our bodies for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the water. I placed my hands over Rob’s shoulders and placed a kiss on his neck. He turned a little to face me and I leaned into him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and bringing my lips to his. We kissed deeply and I gently pushed him closer to the shower wall and backed him up against it, my lips never leaving his.

Pressing my body hard against his, I let one of my hands slide down his arm and then up his chest, feeling his hard body against the palm of my hand. I caressed his pec and a sensual moan escaped his lips when I started nibbling at his neck and lightly pinching his nipple.

“You make me so horny,” he moaned with a smile as he kissed my cheek, he was running one of his hands up my back while the other one rubbed the back of my neck.

“I can see that.” I whispered with a grin as I brought my hand down to his erection, wrapped my fingers around it and gently stroked him, “damn, I love this thing,” I smiled as I felt that my touch made his gorgeous dick throb and pulse in my hand.

He held me closer against him, and one of his hands slid down to my ass. He began caressing my ass cheeks as I teased his neck and shoulders with my lips and tongue, still holding and stroking his hardness, my hand pressed between our bodies. Feeling how turned on he was and how hard his cock was made me want to have him in my mouth and I started kissing down his chest. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling and held my head as I found his hard nipple and he moaned to encourage me to suck and lick it, I gave special attention to his nipples as one of my hands roamed up and down his tight stomach.

My lips descended further down and I knelt down in front of his hard member. I looked up at him and smiled as I wrapped my hand around his erection and gave it a few strokes. Then, I gazed at his beautiful cock, pointing straight out, so hungry for it that my own dick started to respond. I arnavutköy escort wrapped my lips around the head and started a slow up and down motion, only taking a couple of inches inside my mouth. I could hear him moan a little but the noise of the water made it harder to concentrate on the hot and sexy sounds he was making. I started pulling on my dick to add to the pleasure I was feeling, as I took more of him in my mouth. I grasped his balls in my hand and rolled them around as I bobbed my head up and down his cock a little faster, taking a little more of him each time until I relaxed my throat and let his cock slowly enter my mouth almost completely.

“Ohhhhh,” he moaned hard as his hand grabbed my hair.

I pulled back, bobbed my head up and down a few times and slowly went down on his pulsing cock again. Rob sighed and quivered, loving what I was doing. I continued blowing him for a while, until my knees started to hurt and I slowly stood up again, kissing up his chest and finally reaching his neck.

“You’re so damn hot baby, I love your hard dick in my mouth.” I told him as I stroked him, increasing my pace, he had his eyes closed, “Whatcha thinking about?” I asked him

“You,” he answered with a moan.

“Yeah? You want me?” I asked, kissing the area right behind his ear.

He moaned and I took his hand with my free one and pressed it on my chest, making him run his fingers between my pecs and over my abs,

“I’m right here, you can have me whenever you want.”

He caressed my chest and squeezed my pecs and I forced my tongue inside his mouth, kissing him hungrily for a few seconds as I continued jerking him off. We really didn’t have time to make this last. My hand slid quickly up and down his shaft, precum escaping his slit. He was getting close and I kept up my pace. In my effort to get him off rapidly but with maximum pleasure, I pressed my finger against his hole. He pushed back on it and it easily popped in. He gasped and relaxed again,

“Oh yeah, make me cum!”

I massaged his hole with my finger and he whimpered, leaning his forehead on my shoulder. I continued jerking him off and my finger slid back and forth, teasing him gently.

“Are you close?” I asked and he nodded slightly, concentrating on my hand on his cock and my finger up his ass as he caressed my back.

“You like my finger up your ass? Feels good? – Imagine I’m fucking you, I’m fucking you hard, I’m slamming my cock hard and fast deep inside you. Can you feel it?” I moaned, inserting another finger inside him and he clung to me. “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you? I bet you want me to fuck you right now. I could cum deep inside you. Yeah, imagine I’m cumming inside you, come on, cum with me, now, come on baby,” I urged, jerking him off faster.

He let out a deep groan and let loose a stream of white semen that shot over my arm and my hand.

“Ohh god that was good! You’re amazing,” he said, leaning his body against the wall.

He touched his cock and shuddered a little, feeling too sensitive, he took a deep breath and just stayed there, basically waiting for his orgasm to subside.

“Damn, we’re really are gonna be late,” I laughed and started soaping his chest.

He smiled and we stepped underneath the water to wash ourselves. I had done a great job of turning myself on too and I was hard again but I didn’t do anything about it, although Rob did jerk my cock a few times and left me wanting more. We got dressed and left without eating anything to stop at an awesome take-out breakfast restaurant.

We started the day with a radio interview, just Rob and I. We would very rarely go to interviews as a five-piece. It was either Rob and me, sometimes Jordan would come with us, or only Jordan and Damon, or Rob and Jordan… Dylan hated doing interviews and he would always manage to get out of that chore. Although, I had to admit, Rob and I loved it. Most of the time, we really enjoyed ourselves and had fun joking around with the journalist.

We were being ourselves and our fans always said in comments on the internet whenever we read them that we were fun, cool and easy-going, genuine and sweet human beings really, not to mention attractive, who didn’t let the fame get to our heads. We did try to keep our feet firmly on the ground, we tried to be nice to and available for our fans.

When we arrived, we were greeted warmly by the people there, as well as the radio host. After the usual preparation, because it was to be filmed as well as recorded, we started the interview.

“We’ve got Robbie and Mark from U-N-I today with us! What’s happening guys?”

Rob started with a bit of a joke,

“What’s happening is, we’re just, you know, it’s just a regular day in the life of soft rock superstars.”

The host laughed and asked,

“What would you say if I said ‘How is it hanging’?”

Rob replied with a smile,

“It’s hanging good!”

And I added,

“To the left!” because I just knew it had to be a question about a şirinevler escort sex-related topic.

The interviewer clapped his hands and screamed enthusiastically,

“YEEES!! I’ve done that question for a year and nobody would give it the right answer!!”

I smiled proudly and Rob laughed,

“We would always come through if you want penis jokes!”

We all laughed and he said again,

“Yeees!”, thrilled that he had finally found someone who gave him the answer he had been waiting for.

And I thought that we really had to stop doing that in interviews. But we couldn’t help it, it was just fun. And most presenters like him knew we liked joking around and so their questions were not always very serious ones with us. We knew there were a few rumors going around on social media, on fans forums about Rob’s sexuality and about our friendship, because we did joke a lot about it. I guess it was a way for us to pave the way for when we were finally ready to come out publicly.

Our fans had actually come up with a name for it, mixing our last names Myers and Emery into “myemers”, and they would post pictures of the two of us from interviews or on stage, on which we appeared to be close and a bit more than just very good friends. There was indeed a lot of chemistry between us on stage and fans had definitely noticed something. Although I don’t think they actually believed it to be true.

Now he added,

“Ok, I’m gonna ask you a serious one, are you ready?”

“What is it?” Rob asked, because I knew him so well I could tell he was immediately a bit worried.

He was always scared that one day somebody might just ask him ‘are you gay’?

But he didn’t, the host just asked,

“If you had the choice between a bionic arm and a bionic leg, what would it be?”

Rob asked,

“Is it like a trick question?”

“No.”

” Is there a correct answer? To the left? Is that what we’re supposed to say?” we laughed.

“Ok, I would always go for the arm!” Rob answered.

“Why?”

He looked at me and I said,

“Because it would come in useful some nights.”

We laughed and Rob asked him,

“What would you go for?”

“I think the arm.”

“Why?”

“Just because you guys said it.”

“Just cause you’re copying us!” Rob said

“Yeah, I’m sucking up to you!” he joked.

“Yeah you haven’t thought this through!” Rob joked.

“I don’t know, I just don’t have any questions prepared, I figured I’d just made them up like this.”

“Ah ok, so now do you wanna ask us about how often we get drunk or something?”

“Yeah, ok,” he laughed.

“Terrible radio host,” Rob joked.

“Maybe I should just start talking about your next record and your projects and stuff like that?”

“No, no, no, it’s alright,” I said, “let’s keep going this way!”

“You like this way better?”

“Yeah!” we answered.

And the interview actually became more serious and focused on our music, eventually he asked us,

“Is it the idea of like being a band at the moment, and being a band that is going to transcend generations, is that what you mean? Like a band like U2? Because I think that’s maybe the point you’re at, you can become a historic band.”

“Well maybe.” Rob answered. “But we have to get a bit better.”

“Are you just talking about music though?”

“Basically, yeah.”

“Really? Because I feel you have already raised the bar with “A message”. Again, so many songs that make the listeners feel deeply. They pull your emotions and send chills down your spine!”

“Yeah, seems like we’re good at writing those kind of songs, aren’t we!” I said.

“You really are!” he confirmed enthusiastically. “Your songs are again so powerful on this album, everything just sounds so good! This is a very vibrant and exciting album in my humble opinion, the atmosphere is just… cool. People are wondering, what is the song ‘A message’ about?”

We both looked at each other with a smirk on our lips and Rob leaned in closer to him and said in a whisper,

“Maybe someday, we’ll tell you!”

This song was ‘A message’ to our gay fans, as well as a song about our relationship. Again, Rob was making one of those innuendos about his sexuality that always kept the fans wondering.

“So you’re gonna record another new exciting album, it’s cooking?”

“As soon as we finish this interview… ” I joked.

“Yeah you should start baking! Where are you gonna record? You can record anywhere!”

“Well no, we can’t actually,” I laughed “Our manager told us the other day, you know you have to stay in London, not enough money.”

“We would love to record in our… building, where we all live,” Rob explained. “We’re in the process of building a recording studio there, we hope it can be ready for us to record the next album there.”

“Yeah? That’s great! ‘Cause you all live together still! And really, it’s just about a bunch of guys who get together as friends and …”

“And who have a lot of musical sex!” Rob joked, finishing his sentence.

He laughed and repeated,

“And who have a lot of musical sex, I love that!” he chuckled, “No, but is it just about being a band, being in the same room and playing darts or pool or whatever and making music, is it important to still keep that, when you have the money to go wherever?”

The bell to end the last hour of the day sounded. It’s always a relief but especially on Fridays. School sucks. I gathered my books and walked into the hallways. The loud talking and slamming locker doors filled my ears, so I never would’ve seen it coming.

Two of the homophobic jocks ran to catch up with me. Being the only openly gay student at my school was Hell. I got picked on like no other. They called my derogatory names all the time. This time though, they knocked my binder from my arms and laughed like they were doing something original. They kept going along and I sighed. Nothing really new.

The few people that were left lingering merely looked down at me while I collected the papers that had scattered everywhere. It was humiliating to have to be on the dirty floor picking up my stuff. It took a while and people stepping on them and dragging them across the hall didn’t help.

Once I had finally managed to get situated once again and back on my feet, I saw the buses through the glass doors starting to leave. It jumped into my mind that my parents weren’t home for the weekend so that was my only way home.

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath as I took off into a run. My bag clumsily bounced against me as I ran. I got to the end of the hall and burst through the doors. I tried to catch the bus, but it was already pulling away from the stop sign. I saw the two guys who had made my mess in the back window snickering. I hated them so much.

I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. My house was way to far to walk home, but it was starting to look like I had no other choice. I looked around, but I was alone. I sighed and sat down on an old bench to think. I zoned out for a few minutes sitting there.

‘At least it’s not raining,’I thought to myself. If my life was a movie, that’s when it would start pouring down, but my life is not a movie and something different happened.

I heard the door fall shut. I turned around to see who it was. I was desperate enough to ask someone for a ride. It was Nate. One of the popular guys of my senior class. One of the jocks’ friends. My stomach turned over inside of me and I hesitated. I had pretty good reason to believe he’d laugh in my face if I even said hi to him, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers, right?

I studied him for a moment though. Something was off. He walked with his head down. That wasn’t like him. Upon closer inspection, his eyes had bags saying that he hadn’t been sleeping lately. As he drew closer, I had to bring every single ounce of courage I could muster to say something.

“Hey,” I managed with a dry mouth and standing up. I seemed to have snapped him out of some deep thought. He looked up at me but didn’t say a thing. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t know if you know me or anything. I’m Oliver, and I know this might seem a little weird. But uh, I don’t really have a way home… Could I maybe get a ride? I’ll pay you gas money,” I told him trying my hardest to not sound stupid. He didn’t answer immediately, and I wanted to throw up. I had had a crush on this guy since I first moved into the school freshman year. And as he’s aged to 18, he’s gotten even hotter. As I’ve aged to 18, I’ve changed a lot. I’d like to believe I’ve gotten better looking, but nowhere near his level.

“Um, yeah sure,” he said hesitantly. I swallowed hard and picked up my bag. I followed him across the parking lot in silence. We approached a new model black mustang. I paused to make sure it was his car. He unlocked the doors and we both climbed in.

“I like your car,” I told him trying to make some conversation. It seemed to catch him off guard again.

“Thanks, I got it for my sixteenth birthday,” he replied. “So where is it that you live?”

I explained it to him.

“Oh, you live right down the street from me,” he said as he started the engine.

“Really? I’ve never seen you around,” I said.

“I’m not home all that often honestly, and I visit my mom in the summer,” he told me backing up. I couldn’t help but admire his jawline as he strained to look behind him. I kept my hands in my lap in an awkward way. I hated myself for being so damn introverted, but I couldn’t help it really.

“Oh,” was all I could come up with to say. As we left school grounds, the car became heavier with a silence. I had no clue what to say, so I just played with my ring that I always wear. It helped me calm my nerves when I had nothing else.

“Thanks by the way. I don’t know how I would’ve gotten home if you hadn’t still been here,” I said.

“No problem, I like waiting it out to avoid the rush,” he explained. He still seemed to be deep in thought. His eyebrows furrowed.

“And ya know… I was kinda scared to ask you,” I mentioned with a somewhat forced laugh. I don’t really know why I said that, but I did.

“Really? Why?” He asked. This caught his attention and brought him out of his mind. He looked over at me for a second.

“Well… I was afraid you’d laugh at me or something… like all your friends do,” I said cihangir escort looking intensely at the road in front of us as if it were so interesting.

“Jake and Brent? Those guys are assholes… Honestly, I don’t even like them. The only reason I hang around them is because of football,” he admitted to me. As much as I could believe he was just like them, I wanted to believe he was different. Kinder.

“Yeah they are,” I said exhaling. “I’ve had to deal with their shit since I moved here.”

“Man, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to get that kind of treatment every single day. I don’t know how you do it,” he trailed off. He stared at the road for more than the reason of driving. I could just tell. I looked over at him. I took in his appearance before I said anything further. Everything about him screamed sex. He was tan. He had dark hair that fell perfectly without effort. He had bulging biceps and probably washboard abs. From what I saw, he didn’t have any body hair. His eyes were a pretty brown. They twinkled.

“Yeah, it sucks but I guess I can’t really take the ignorance out of them,” I said and the car started to slow down. We were on a deserted road that was about halfway between our school and our neighborhood. I was confused. Then, the worst thing went through my mind, as it always does.

“Don’t tell me you’re kicking me out,” I said before I really knew what was happening. Just by association, it still scared me he was going to screw me over. Like it’s some cruel joke on the queer kid. He turned to me.

“What? No. No, I wouldn’t do that,” he said. He swallowed, and it was evident something was on his mind, burdening him. I turned to him.

“Is… something wrong?” I asked genuinely concerned for him. He looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“Can I tell you something?” He said, his voice cracking.

“Yeah, sure,” I told him. It was then that I saw a tear fall from his eye to the console. I started to realize just how serious things were getting.

“You have to swear you won’t tell anyone,” he emphasized, still not looking at me.

“I won’t. Promise,” I reassured. Then, he looked at me. His eyes were glossy from tears. They were even prettier than before. Even when he was emotionally torn in half and breaking down, he was so attractive. He calmed himself down a bit and sighed.

“Oliver… I’m- I’m gay…,” he managed to get out. We maintained eye contact for a moment after that. I was shocked to say the least. He was the last person I ever would’ve guessed to be gay.

“I- I never would’ve thought… Really?” I said without much thought to it. I knew he was serious. Who gets this emotional to try and trick someone? Nobody.

“You’re the only person I’ve told. I can’t tell anyone else. The whole team would beat me up. I wouldn’t have any friends left. Hell, my dad would probably kick me out of the house,” he went on to say. Tears started to fall a little more. It was all so much to take in at once. The most words we had ever exchanged was when he said sorry for almost hitting me with a door.

“It’s okay, Nate. It’s all okay… I know what you’re feeling right now. I went through the same thing when I first figured it all out… And I want you to know that, I’m gonna be here for you. It’s a hard to thing to go through alone, but you won’t have to. Promise,” I said trying to comfort him. As his tears glided down his cheeks, I reached out and gently placed my hand on his arm to comfort him.

“Th-thank you,” he said calming down. He wiped his eyes and looked at me. We sat there a moment so I could let him gather his thoughts. He looked at his steering wheel.

“What’s it like?” He asked me in a quiet voice.

“What do you mean?” I asked half because I wanted to hear him say it and half because I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what he was asking. He brought his eyes back to me.

“To… to be with a guy. To hold one. To kiss one… To have sex with one,” he breathed out in a pained and quiet voice. I let my hand slide down to armrest but still maintains contact.

“It’s… amazing honestly,” I reply. I paused.

“And it’s scary at first because it’s all so new and foreign from what everyone else does, but it feels good to be honest with yourself,” I somewhat rushed in. I looked down a little and tried thinking of how else to explain it.

Before I could say something else, Nate’s lips were against mine. I was totally caught off guard, but as soon as I realized what was happening, I closed my eyes and kissed him back. He held it long enough for me to rest my hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and looked out his window in embarrassment. I was still processing that my all time crush who I had previously assumed straight, had just kissed me.

“Sorry… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…,” he trailed off. He wouldn’t look at me. His pain filled the car. I pulled his shoulder so that he’d look back at me. I got him to and his eyes were filled with worry.

“It’s completely fine… It was nice,” güngören escort I said with a small smile. He looked at me wanting to believe me and eventually did.

“Oliver… Can I ask you something else?” He asked me slowly.

“Of course,” I replied with a smile.

“Do you… like me?” He asked. This made my heart skip a beat. I looked out in front of us. I swallowed.

“I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you,” I said a small voice. I was embarrassed to admit that I’d liked him for so long.

“Well… ever since I first really found out that I was… gay. I’ve kinda liked you too,” he admitted, still not used to proclaiming himself as homosexual. I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. He saw and smiled too.

“Wow,” is all I could say. I said it in amazement, not sarcasm. It was a truly blissful moment in my life. To hear that coming from Nate. We sat and soaked in all the information we had just received from each other. My hands were back in my lap playing with my ring.

“Oliver,” he said to me.

“Yeah?” I replied looking to him.

“Could you show me what it’s like?” Nate asked me shyly. It was so different to be the person that someone’s shy to talk to.

I didn’t say anything to him. Instead, I let my hand rise and glide towards his slowly. I made contact and his hands were clammy from nerves I guess, but it didn’t matter. I rested my hand on his and then laced our fingers together. He reflexively did the same, and we were hiding hands. We both savored the moment. He let out a sigh of relief and I relaxed.

“My parents are out of town for the weekend. That’s why I didn’t have a ride home today,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence. “We could go there if you wanted.”

“Yeah. Okay,” he said softly. He sat up and reluctantly let go of my hand to shift the car into drive. I didn’t like that he did, but he reprieved me when he grabbed it again as he began driving. I smiled and leaned a little more towards him.

We didn’t really have a conversation the rest of the ride to my house, but it was awkward like it was before. It was one of those silences that was okay. When I needed to, I pointed to my house, and we pulled into my driveway. He let go of my hand, parked, and killed the engine. I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car.

I guided him into my house and we walked to my room. I opened the door still in disbelief that Nate was with me. I put my bag and book down and turned to him.

“Well, this is where I live,” I said with a smile. He looked genuinely interested in it. He examined the things on my bookshelf, which had just about everything but books.

“This is cool,” he said looking at a a small statue.

“Thanks, I got it on my trip to Spain last summer,” I mentioned casually. He nodded and I held my breath and reached out. I lightly put my hand on his side. He flinched a bit but didn’t fight it. He breathed a little quicker.

“That’s… that’s nice,” he told me. We smiled to each other and I let it rest a bit more. He moved his arm and placed it awkwardly around mine and put it on my shoulder blade. It was obvious that he hadn’t done this before and was nervous. It was cute.

I moved closer to him and our faces drew nearer. We maintained eye contact until he closed his eyes and made the move for a kiss. I closed mine as well and our lips interlocked, softer this time.

We stayed like that for a minute. My hand slid around to his back and my other hand did the same. His other other hand mirrored his hand already on me. Our bodies were only inches away. When we parted, his whispered to me.

“I’ve never done this before… I’m kinda nervous,” he reminded me.

“I know. I won’t go too fast,” I reminded him with a comforting smile. He smiled.

“Thanks,” he said before kissing me again.

‘God, if only he knew how many times I had thought about this,’ I thought to myself as I melted into our kiss.

He inhaled without breaking away and pulled me closer. I fell into him and our bodies collided. He was strong though. I didn’t throw him off his balance. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling and he did the same.

“What?” He giggled to me.

“Nothing, it’s just… just wow. You’re too perfect,” I said and smiled hard. He laughed airily and we moved towards my bed, which was just a mattress on the floor.

Nate leaned forward and lowered me to sit down. Once I was down, he dropped to his knees so we were still even. He did all of this without ever breaking contact. This obviously wasn’t the first time he’d gone through these motions. I was just his first guy.

I leaned back and supported myself with one hand and placed my other one on the side of his face. He brought up his knee and rested one hand on my collar bone. Just this contact with him had me hard as a rock downstairs.

He pulled off for a breather and I gazed into those eyes again.

“You have really pretty eyes,” I finally told him. He smiled at me. I took this moment of a break and took bağcılar escort my ring off of my finger with the same hand. I had learned to remove it with my middle finger and thumb. I put it on my dresser.

I then placed my hand on Nate’s chest. I could feel his pecs and his breathing. He was radiating heat even through his shirt. My hand slid across his chest and onto his abs. God, he had hard abs- just like I expected. My hand continued to explore and went around to the small of his back.

Nate took this as a green light to do the same. He let his hand explore my body as well. It slid from collar bone down to my chest and stomach. I was nowhere near as built as he was, but I was thin. He rubbed my chest and dropped his head as he did. We were getting lost in what we were doing. The awkwardness was fading fast.

I reached up and placed both of my hands on either side of his face and kissed him again. I laid back and we slowly went down. My legs slid out in front of me and his legs held him up on both sides of mine. We got lower until he was resting on one elbow and I was on my back. We kissed harder than before.

It didn’t take long from there until we were French kissing. We were both breathing heavier and kissing harder. I was the one to let my hand slide under his shirt. I felt his bare back and held him tighter. He was so warm. I let my hand run over his back as we kissed. I could tell I was starting to drive him crazy. It’s something I was definitely proud of.

He then reached down and grabbed my shirt. He ran his hands up from my stomach to my chest, dragging my shirt up. I pulled his shirt up as well. I wanted to look at him and see it all, but there was no way I’d stop that kiss.

We only broke long enough to take off our shirts together. In that time I got my first look at him shirtless. I had seen his stomach before when he took his hoodie off and I saw his bellybutton, but seeing his entire upper body was thrilling. I grabbed his sides and pulled him down to me. Our chests came together. We rubbed and he subtlety widened his legs, dropping him closer to me.

Nate then stuck his legs out and was laying on me. There was no doubt he probably felt my hard on, but I didn’t care. I kissed me hard as he grabbed my sides and rolled us over. It was such a turn on to be pulled over into him.

His hands wondered from my upper back to my lower back quickly. Then, he started to play with my underwear waistband that stuck out over my jeans. He ran his fingers along it and then just barely under it.

He shifted slightly and that’s when I felt it. From what I could feel through our pants, he had a pretty impressive member. I slide to the side and our bulge slid over each other. I drew in a quick breath because of it.

His hands then went down and grabbed my ass. I gasped again. He pulled me forward and held me there. I went over his head and I felt him kissing my neck. I didn’t know it was possible to involuntarily moan, but it was! I let out a moan as he kissed my neck and squeezed my ass. This guy really knew what he was doing.

“God,” I let out. He kissed down my neck and to my chest. He started sucking, and it felt so good. I groaned some more.

His hands, almost clumsily, went from my ass to the front of my jeans. He hastily unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. He pushed my jeans but didn’t get very far.

I straightened up and looked down at him. I flung my leg off of him and laid down next to him. As I did, he undid his own jeans. We both quickly stripped ourselves of our pants. He was wearing some tight-fitting colorful briefs, and I was wearing dark boxer briefs. His bulge was straining so much against the fabric, it was pulling away from his body.

We faced each on our sides and simultaneously kissed each other’s necks. I pulled my leg up and put it on top of his and my other one went between his muscular thighs. We scooted closer until our bulges were pressed against each other.

My hand, in a weird position, started at his chest and ran down his body. It was the moment. The moment that I had imagined for four years. My fingers entered his underwear and lifted them out. I chose to not touch him until my whole hand was over it. I could feel the heat hit my hand.

I dropped and held his dick. It was thick. That was my first thought. And then that it was long. From my judgement, he was probably packing about eight inches down there. I wrapped my hand around it and tugged slightly. He gasped at how it felt.

As I felt him up, he went back to grabbing my ass. At first over my underwear, but then he went under and pulled me into him again. I let out another groan.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I moved out of his reach and put him on his back. My legs both went between his. Nate’s legs were spread out in front of me. I grabbed his waistband and smiled up at him. He looked down at me and even with that unflattering angle, he turned me on so bad.

I pulled his briefs all the way off. His dick was only described as perfect. It was as big as it felt and his pubes were trimmed, not shaved. He was cut and had a pink head. Something I thought was cute was that he had a small little freckle on the side of his shaft about two inches from his head. I could feel the lust. I saw how his balls rested between his legs low enough to touch my bed.

As most the guys stood around looking at the screen Errol stood beside Dre with a looks of dismay. He said sipping on his drink as Dre watched the enjoyment the others seem to be getting out of the video. Errol went back to tending to the bar as he patted Dre on the back and smiled at him. “Incoming.” He said with a smile as Dre looked at him oddly before turning to look back.

(One-Week Ago)

The night before had been a bust, Dre was sitting at the bar drinking drinks he hadn’t paid for. No several guys scattered about the bar had been sending him drinks all night, while normally he would have found at least one he was interested, but last night was still on his mind. Errol walked over sitting another one in front of him. “What’s up little bro?” Errol asked as Dre simply looked down at the glass. “Oh finally humbled?”

“I don’t need this right now E.” Dre replied quickly downing the drink. “Had a rough night.” Dre says looking around Seven. The sound on the tribal beat coursed trough the club. As the bodies moved about the dance floor their energy could be felt by everyone here, everyone but Dre, he just wasn’t feeling it.

“What happened?” Errol asked. He and Dre had been like family since he came to town. He was one of the few people who hadn’t been impressed by the charm of Dre. “You fuck up and fall in love.” He says with a slight giggle.

“Na, just was this kid’s first time”

“Please tell me you didn’t!” Errol cut him off with.

“NO asshole I didn’t.” Dre replied with a hint of resentment. Errol loved Dre but he was known for the line friends don’t let friends date Dre. “I sent him home; as a matter of fact I kicked him out.”

“Like kicked him out kicked him out.”

“Yeah.”

“Then you did him a favor,” Errol said popping open a beer and handing it to another bartender. “Look Dre, I know you are a nice guy in there some where, but let’s not get it wrong, you would have fucked him over in the end cause that’s just how you are, you wouldn’t have meant to but it would have happen. Like I said you did him a favor this one is on me.” Errol sat a drink down in front of Dre walking off. Dre know that Errol was right; he had done that kid a favor.

“Yo what’s up?” A low voice said from behind him. Dre glanced over his shoulder. There stood a guy who had to be about 6’2” and 210lbs, he had long dreads and was wearing blue jean shorts and a wife beater shirt, and there was an Omega brand on his arm. Dre had seen him around the club but normally he stuck to those who dealt in trade, Dre was out of his league even if he didn’t know it yet. “Can I holla at you cat?” He asked as Dre turned fully around.

This guy was cut, if Dre didn’t know he was trade he could see himself hooked up with him. Dre simply stood walking to a less crowded area of the bar. Errol glanced over almost with a look of disbelief. Wendell watched as Dre walked away never looking back. He had heard this cat was tight and it was clear Dre know it. Wendell smiled at the idea of turning this cat out and leaving him sprung as he followed. “So what cha about?” Wendell asked stepping around Dre before he could sit down. Dre watched as Wendell sat on the stool he had planned to sit on.

“I don’t do trade.” Dre replied looking Wendell right in his eyes. “If I ain’t getting head at least you aren’t getting ass, that simply playa.” Wendell dropped his head slightly with a laugh.

“Yo you listen to everything kids say around here?” Wendell wasn’t used to the idea that someone wasn’t up for his game. He also wasn’t going to give up. Dre was right, he was kağıthane escort just here for the nut, he didn’t kiss or any of that other gay shit, he was just willing to bust a nut where ever he could when his girl got her ass up on her back. “I mean no I ain’t here looking for love, but yo what I do I am sure will be more then enough to keep you happy.” He said taking Dre’s hand and sliding it inside his own pants. Dre smiled as he caressed the soft dick of Wendell. Dre stepped forward between Wendell’s legs as his hand stroked Wendell to a full erection. Wendell smiled as he looked into Dres eyes. “Just think about how that will feel gunning you down after you get it all wet sucking and pulling on it.” Dre smiles as he keeps stoking Wendell who starts to breathe a little heavier. “Yo kid I hope you plan to finish this.” Dre stopped pulling his hand from Wendell’s pants tasting the pre-cum.

“Follow me.” Dre says as the finger exits his mouth with a slight sucking sound. Dre glanced towards Errol who looks a little shocked as Dre and Wendell leave the club. Dre walks to his truck Wendell follows with a smile knowing he has gotten what he wanted. Dre was the kind of guy he really wanted that cocky fag who didn’t understand he was still a cock-sucking bitch. As Wendell got in Dre pointed towards the back seat and Wendell simply hopped to the first row of seat in the Expedition. Dre knelled between the seats pulling down the shorts of Wendell and his boxers. Dre began to play with the base of Wendell’s nut sack causing his dick to almost spring right up. Dre flicks his tongue across the head then suddenly Wendell grabs the back of his head and forces him down.

“Yo, don’t play suck that my shit.” Dre begin to suck like he had never sucked before. His tongue darting all over all 11 inches of Wendell’s shaft, as Wendell begins to moan his hand moving to the back of Dre’s neck his hips trusting forward. Dre enjoyed the energy Wendell was putting off. It was pure aggression as Wendell fucked his face harder and harder. Dre could feel his control over this whole thing getting tighter. Suddenly Wendell leaned forward straddling Dre’s head pushing it against the floor and his dick exploded in Dre’s mouth. Load after load of cum filled his mouth as Wendell moaned loudly. “Agh SHIT.” He said sitting back on the seat his head falling back. Dre spit into the ashtray quickly more then a little pissed off.

“You trying to choke a nigga!” Dre said as Wendell looked down at him wiping his mouth.

“You know you liked that shit bitch.” He said smiling “That was hot as all shit kid.” He went on leaning forward kissing Dre on the foreheads. “Sorry yo, got carried away.” He said seeing Dre’s annoyance. As Dre slipped to the driver’s seat. “Yo what about me drilling that ass?” Dre looked over at him as he fixed his pants. “Yea,” Dre said starting the truck “but not here.”

As they walked into Dre’s loft Wendell was mostly shocked. The place was unlike anywhere he had seen before. This surely wasn’t where he had grown up, and it wasn’t where he had expected. As the door closed Wendell pushed Dre against the wall behind the door and seems to show passion he hasn’t before. His hands run all over Dre’s body as he puts his arms around Dre’s neck almost chocking him as he uses his other hand to undo Dres pants and the fall to the floor. He bites on the back of Dres neck as he seems to be over come by something more primal then himself. Dre turns final returning a few of the bites before speaking “Not here hold up a sec.” Wendell backed off as she slipped out of his etiler escort shoes and Dre walked up the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Give me a sec,” he said.

Wendell really liked the place, hell maybe if he turned this cat out right he could hang here for a while, maybe even fuck his girl over there on the couch, yea that would be hot as hell. He turns this cat out, stays for a few days and fucks his girl right there on that couch, the idea made Wendell smiled. “Yo my shit is hard here kid I got shit to do.” He called out.

“Come on up.” Dre replied as Wendell rushed up the steps skipping a few steps. Most his cloths lay up the steps. As he entered the room wearing only the wife beater he was happy to see Dre standing near the bed with nothing on. As he walked towards him Dre simply pushed him to the bed and began to give him head again. DAMN was all Wendell could think as he watched Dre take his entire dick in his mouth. Yea it was hot as hell, but it wasn’t what he wanted. As Dre began to climb up his body Wendell crawled back onto the bed. This cat was different, he was smooth as hell, plus he had everything here. Maybe Wendell would do what it took to really work this one. Dre slowly slid the condom onto Wendell’s rock hard 11-inch dick.

The smile on Wendell’s face was that of a king. As Dre slowly lowered his perfect body, slowly he took all of Wendell inside of him. As He rolled his hips Wendell braced his hands on them and seemed to enjoy the fact Dre took all of him without more then a moan of pleasure. Dre enjoyed the idea of what was happening more then the event, but hell it was good. Wendell’s trust where well timed and Dre hadn’t been with a good aggressive top in a while and Wendell proved if you wanted just good hard dick that didn’t talk he was perfect.

Wendell sat up wrapping his arms around Dre and began to pull Dre down by the shoulders trying to get even deeper inside Dre. With Wendell’s face right in his Dre kissed him and Wendell didn’t pull back. Hell his kiss was explosive. As Wendell rolled them over He began to drill Dre like he was trying to break him. Dre had been trying to not make sounds but this was too much as he began to moan. This was hot Dre hadn’t been with someone who was this aggressive ever and as he lay pinned down being fucked he moaned louder and louder as Wendell drove his dick harder and deeper into Dre. For Wendell this was the part he wanted more then anything, this was all about him proving he was more of the man here. For him fuckin’ another guy was about making him his bitch.

As he found himself kissing Dre he wasn’t sure what was happening here but it didn’t matter, he was still the man here, he was after all the one driving his dick into the guts of this bitch laying here moaning like a old hoe. Wendell pulled back bringing Dre to his knees as he trusted harder then he had even with his girl. As Dre moaned Wendell let slip a primal growl as his seed felled the condom and he collapsed onto Dre drained. It was a few moments before Dre got out of the bed and walked to the foot of it. Wendell simply rolled over not thinking much about it. As he felt Dre get back onto the bed he looked towards him only to see Dre’s head about to be buried in his ass. He has never been rimmed before and he sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him. This Cat had been the best one yet; hell Wendell might even make his one regular to see what he could get.

The rush of pleasure Wendell felt come from his asshole was unreal. As Dre’s tongue pressed against the tight hole of Wendell ass he felt all the control beyoğlu escort slip from Wendell. He had done that which few would believe. First he had kissed Dre, that’s was outside of the normal for his type, and he was sure from the fact that Wendell was in a whole other world right now as his tongue probed deeper and deeper into a hole he could tell nothing had ever entered. As Wendell with every sound expressed how much he was enjoying it with every sound he surrendered more control to Dre. As he began to trust his ass back into Dre’s face his moans got louder and louder.

Dre slowly reached for the lube which he coated his finger with and in an instant everything changed. As Wendell began to grind onto his finger which he had began to slowly insert into this trade ass. As the second entered and Wendell’s body rippled with vibrations from head to toe Dre know he had done it, he had turned out a Trade. As he listened to the thug panting he moved into position and with in a few moment Wendell was trying to crawl away from the dick, which he was, enjoying all too much. Dre placed his hands on Wendell’s shoulders and pulled him back. Wendell’s seemed to loss his mind as he bucked back taking more and more of Dre’s iron rod.

Dre braced himself so that he could ensure that every inch of his dick was inside of Wendell, as he began to drive deeper and deeper inside Wendell simply moaned as the pleasure rushed trough his body Wendell exploded releasing his third nut that night all over the place. Dre followed suit as he pulled out pulling the condom off and sent his seed all over Wendell’s back. As Wendell collapsed Dre simply rolled to his back beside him. “Yo that was unreal,” Wendell said “but you can’t tell a soul about this aight.” He said curling up closer to Dre.

“Fo sho.” Dre said with a slight smile. Wendell got up heading toward the shower. Dre really wanted him to leave but he knew he had to put up with at least a few more hours before this would be over. As he heard the water start as he walked slightly down the steps stopping to pick up Wendell’s wallet. As he looked trough the photos he stopped on one, which read “To my baby daddy.” He smiled to himself as he turned to see what she looked like. As he looked at her picture he could only fall to the floor and begin to laugh. Dre replaced the wallet as he stopped laughing and simply walked up the steps and into the bathroom where the shower was still going. He just laughed to himself, looked like he was a mother fucker as well as a father fucked in just two nights.

(One Week Later Better known as the Present)

Dre was proud of himself as he listens to the sound or Wendell yelling as the bouncers kicked him out. He was glad he hadn’t driven other wise he was sure he would be worried his truck was getting fucked up right now. As Errol stepped from around the bar to look at the videotape of Dre fucking the hell out of Wendell he just looked at Dre “You really fuck his baby momma?” Dre smiled and laughed.

“Last week at Insomnia, in the bathroom.” He stated very matter of the fact. He picked up the drink and looked back to the video screen. Well now the other half of the gay men in the city knew what Dre’s ass looked like. Errol laughed as he shock his head. “You went way over board with this one Dre, you shouldn’t have taped it, and I would have believed the story.”

“He came in my mouth.” Dre said as most the guys stood around looking at the screen Errol stood beside Dre with a looks of dismay. He sipped on his drink as Dre watched the enjoyment the others seem to be getting way to much enjoyment out of the video. Errol went back to tending to the bar as he patted Dre on the back and smiled at him.

“Incoming.” He said with a smile as Dre looked at him oddly before turning to look back to see Martice just looking at him before turning and leaving the club.

(More to come)

I awoke with a start, confused by unfamiliar surroundings. Looking around quickly, I smiled as the memories of the night’s events came rushing back to me. Sucking Evan’s cock. Swallowing his cum. His hard dick in my ass, fucking me until he exploded inside me. And that orgasm. I’d never come so hard in my life. And I wanted more.

Just thinking about it, my cock immediately hardened. Rolling over, I saw Evan sleeping quietly beside me, naked above the sheets, his dick lying limp on his stomach. Unable to control myself, I reached over to touch it, and stopped; I had better ideas. Easing down the bed slowly to avoid waking him, I licked my lips and hovered above his cock. I lowered my head, staring with excitement. Gathering spit on my tongue, I reached out with it, making contact with the head, and made small circles around the hole. Evan twitched, and I stopped my licking. I smiled as his dream, no doubt, took a far different course than it was on. Carefully, I scooped him up with my lips, sucking the head inside of my mouth. It was warm and soft, dried cum still on it; I made quick work of it with my tongue. Evan moaned. Taking as much of his flaccid cock in my mouth as I could, I slowly moved my head up and down, licking just below the tip, slurping quietly. Somehow, he stayed asleep. To my delight, he began to harden. I lowered my mouth down until it was tickling the back of my throat. I loved it. His dick became longer as I took more of him in, breathing softly through my nose, making sure I wouldn’t have any reason to remove myself from his perfect organ. He grew to full mast as I continued sucking, moving up and down with intent. I turned my eyes upward to see if he remained asleep. For now, he stayed in a slumber. He continued moaning softly as I kept on. I felt so dirty, so incredibly aroused as I sucked him without his permission, taking advantage of him. In one night, this is what I’d become.

Suddenly, Evan began thrusting his hips upward. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me further down. He whispered, “Good morning” as I continued my oral attention. I pulled off of him, and grabbed his wet dick with my hand and slowly began jerking him off. I sucked both of his balls in my mouth pulsing them back and forth with my suction. He moaned again, rolling his head back on the pillow with pleasure. The dance continued, my hand slipping up and down his cock as I licked his balls. Unable to tease him any longer, I directed him back into my mouth and sucked with renewed frenzy, my hand sliding in unison. Sloppily, loudly, I continued slurping him; I couldn’t get enough. I shoved my head down, gagging as it hit the back of my throat, making myself feel like even more of a whore. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I did it again. And again. Evan whispered, “That’s it. Gag on my fucking cock.” My dick throbbed as he commanded me. This was incredible. Evan used both hands to push me further onto him, so far deep that I could lick his balls. He grabbed my head, pulling it up and down, my mouth becoming his fucktoy. I gagged and coughed, not wanting to stop, as spit dripped out of my mouth. I was even more turned on than the night before. I was being used, and I loved it. Evan began breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly. I knew he was going to come soon.

He drew in his breath one final time, shoved me down on his cock as hard as he could, and in an instant, exploded in my mouth. My lips closed around his dick, not wanting to waste a drop. He continued shooting his cum against the back of my throat, so much that I couldn’t hold it all in. His semen mixed with my spit, coating his balls as his orgasm continued. Finally, he stopped thrusting his hips, and to my disappointment, he stopped squirting his hot load into my willing mouth. I swallowed what I could, then moved up and down his softening cock to suck in the glistening coating. I put my lips tightly around the head of his dick, sucking hard, hoping to draw every bit of cum out of him. Savoring it this time, I let his cum settle in my mouth, savoring the taste. I swallowed again as I turned my attention back to his balls, licking them frantically, taking in every ounce of his nectar. What remained, I mopped up with my hands, and without thinking, topkapı escort rubbed it all over my face. Words could not describe how turned on I was. I had turned into a complete cum slut. I loved it.

Evan sat up, smiling at me. “You dirty, dirty boy. What I am going to do with you?” he asked. I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted it bad. I wanted it in the shower, to feel him bend me over and push me into the cold porcelain as he fucked my ass. But it was not to be; a voice in my head reminded me that I had to work that day. We wouldn’t have time for what I wanted, I realized. I glanced over at the clock beside Evan’s bed, and with relief, saw I had thirty minutes to drive onto post and get changed. I collected my clothes off the floor, seeing his disappointment.

I looked at him for a second, worry spreading over my face involuntarily despite my arousal. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I asked him, “You remember that I’m in the Army, right? You have no idea how difficult my life will become if you tell anyone what happened. I can get kicked out, and certainly will get beat up.” He smiled. “I love that you’re in the Army,” he said. “It will be our little secret. I promise I will tell no one.” He smirked at me. “I love that I just face-fucked a soldier, and that you will be walking around today with three of my loads inside you.” He looked me again, his expression changing slightly. “I swear. I will not tell anyone.” I was relieved. I trusted him.

“I assume you have to get to work?” he questioned. I nodded as I started to pull up my pants. “Wait,” he said. He walked to his dresser and pulled something out of the top drawer. It was a thong. “You’re wearing this today,” he told me. My cock throbbed. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen if I got caught with it, but knowing the risk turned me on even more. I kicked off my jeans, pulled the underwear up, feeling the thin cloth in my ass. It couldn’t contain my still-hard cock, but I didn’t care. As I continued to dress, Evan gave me another order. “I want to fuck you tonight while you’re wearing your uniform. You’re coming back over tonight, Army boy.” The thought turned me on even more. Already, I was waiting for the day to end before it started. He reached forward and grabbed my hard dick over my pants. “We’re going to have even more fun later.”

Fully dressed, I scampered out to my car, again feeling the thong in my ass as I sat down. My dick strained against my pants as I drove off. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror, his dried cum still on my face. This was going to be a good day.

I drove on post quickly, ran up to the bathroom, and rinsed my face off before anyone could see me. I changed quickly into my Army-issued shorts and t-shirt, the thong still on, his cum still in my ass, then shuffled downstairs for morning formation. I stood in line, smiling to myself, knowing my secret that no one around me could guess.

Somehow, his cum didn’t leak out of me while we exercised. The thought turned me on, but I was already too physically exhausted from the previous night and the current efforts to dwell too long on the idea.

Finally, we finished, and were released to get ready for the workday. I ran to my room, locked the door, and peeled my clothes off my sweat-soaked body, until I was down only to Evan’s thong. I looked at myself in the mirror hanging from the back of my door. My cock hung out the side, my balls barely contained by the soft material, their outline visible against the cloth. I couldn’t believe I was wearing that in the barracks. I watched as my dick began to grow, and instinctively, my left hand grabbed it and began pumping slowly up and down. I relaxed, enjoying the pleasure I was caught up, and suddenly, it happened. I felt a wetness, and realized Evan’s cum was leaking out of my ass. I moved closer to the mirror, watching with excitement as it leaked down my right leg, slowly flowing downward. I was turned on again beyond words, stroking my cock furiously. I pulled the thong to the side, letting my balls slip out, grabbing some of Evan’s cum and rubbing it over them. I grabbed more, using it as lube to stroke my cock feeling pleasure build up in waves. I saw my balls tighten, and şişli escort I know what was to happen next. I moved right next to the mirror, saw my balls begin to pump, and I exploded all over the glass again and again, an incredible orgasm ripping through me along with the elation of what I was doing to myself. The milky fluid splashed against the mirror, and I turned my dick upward, shooting my cum into the air. The sensation rode throughout my body as I continued to empty my fluid, as I witnessed with fascination the spectacle, until finally it stopped. I dropped to my knees, rubbing my face and tongue against the flat surface, slurping my cum while imagining it was Evan’s. All of it disappeared into my mouth and onto my cheeks. What a sight. My chest heaved, and I lay back on the floor with exhaustion. What had I become? I loved it.

I cleaned myself up, and took a quiet shower. The day dragged on painfully slowly as I imagined what was to come that evening, and finally, we were released for the day. Immediately, I jumped in my car, calling Evan on my phone and told him to get ready as I sped to his house. I rang the doorbell, and he greeted me at the door, peeking his head out with a smile. I could see he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I prayed he wasn’t wearing anything else. I slid through the cracked opening, and my hopes were answered. Beautifully naked, his right hand already stroking his erect cock, he looked me in the eyes and nodded downward. Immediately, I knelt down and grabbed his balls, moving his hand from his member. Instantly, my mouth was around him, enjoying the hardness and warmth of him inside me.

He pulled out of my wet mouth, and told me authoritatively, “Take your clothes off. You’d better still be wearing what I gave you.” I kicked my shoes away from, and I couldn’t move quickly enough as I ripped my shirt, pants, and socks off, discarding them carelessly into a pile. He looked at the thong I was wearing. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Now get against the wall.” I knew what was coming. He bent down and grabbed a bottle of lube hidden behind the door. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Beg for my hard cock.” I pushed myself against the coldness of the wall. “I want your cock in my ass. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.” I heard him squeeze the bottle, and looked back at him as he put it on his dick, pulled the thong aside, and used his hand to lube my asshole. I trembled with excitement. In one motion, he stepped toward my waiting ass and put the head of his dick against my hole. “Do you want this? Do you want me inside you?” I leaned me forehead against the wall and begged him. “I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck me until you cum in me again.”

I felt him push into me, much faster than before. Pain and pleasure surged through me as he went farther and far inside my ass. Twice in twenty-four hours. I was getting fucked again. He gripped my shoulders as his entire length was inside me, slapping his hips against my ass. Slowly, amazingly, he slid backwards, and I felt every inch of him. Back in again. And out. And in. And out. I was paralyzed with excitement. He began fucking me faster, smashing his body against mine and pinning me to the wall. I couldn’t move. He bit my ear, and whispered to me. “Look at you. My little Army slut. My little cock whore.”

I loved it. I felt so dirty, so completely owned as he pumped in and out of me. Against my wishes, he exited my ass completely and spun me around. He grabbed my dick and led me to the couch. I knew immediately what was about to happen. He sat down quickly, his erect, shining dick bobbing in the air. “Sit on it. I want you to ride Daddy.” I sat in his lap, my knees around his legs, feeling the warmth of him. “Put it in,” he commanded me. I reached behind me, grabbed his wet dick, and lowered my body until it was pushing against my hole. And I sat on it. It slid all the way into me, perfectly filling me. I lingered for a moment and he grabbed my ass, lifting me a few inches upward, and he pumped into me. “Take it,” he told me. “Take all of me in your ass.” Like a willing slut, I slid down, and up, and back down again as he began sucking on my nipple. “Tell me how much you love it,” he whispered. “Tell me bayrampaşa escort how much you love my hard cock.” “You know I love it. I love it so fucking much,” I responded. He pushed down savagely against my upper thighs, forcing himself into me.

I rode him with abandon, feeling the head of his dick sliding through me. With his right hand, Evan suddenly grabbed my throat and began choking me. I loved it. The sensations intensified as he robbed my body of oxygen. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked me as he squeezed harder. “I love that I can do whatever I want to you.” He kept shoving his slick dick into me, faster and faster. Precum dripped out of me, my cock sliding against his stomach. It felt amazing. He stopped choking me, grabbed my ass, and lifted me up a few inches. “Squat over me. I want you to take even more of me,” he told me. I got to my feet making sure he stayed inside me, squatted down, and took every inch of him. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Fuck that dick.” I saw my own cock bouncing up and down, a steady stream of precum from his stomach to the head. Evan mopped it up with his his fingers, and put them in my mouth. “Lick them clean. Suck them like you’re sucking my cock.” I sucked his index and middle finger hard and deep, gagging as he shoved them down my throat. I continued sliding up and down on him, feeling him inside my ass. Evan moaned. “That feels so fucking good. I’m gonna come.”

He fucked me from the bottom, fast and deep. He began breathing heavily, and leaned his head back on the couch, his eyes closed and his mouth open in pure enjoyment. “Fuck. Fuck, don’t stop. Fuck.” He whispered to in ragged breaths, gripping my hips and shoving me onto him. “Here it comes,” he groaned at me. He pushed me all the way down, then back up again, and I felt his body twitch. He exploded inside me, his cum shooting deep in my ass. I rode him slowly, just an inch up and down to give him maximum feeling as deep as he could go. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes, take my cum.” I felt the hot spurts in my ass of his amazing cum. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I kept riding, then slid all the way down, wiggling my hips on his legs in clockwise circles, milking every drop out of him. He opened his eyes. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he gasped. His chest heaved as he recovered from his orgasm. “Keep me inside you,” he told me. He knew I wasn’t going anywhere. Then he pushed me off him slowly, shaking as his head popped out of my ass. “Keep your asshole tight,” he ordered. Don’t let any of my cum out of you.”

He pushed me backwards, and I stood up. He got to his feet. Once again, Evan grabbed my cock and led me me down the hallway to his bedroom. He turned on the light, and pointed at the floor-length mirror in the corner. “Get on your hands and knees with your ass facing the mirror,” he told me. “I want to watch you jerk off while you push my cum out of your ass.” I couldn’t get down fast enough. I felt the rough carpet against my kneecaps as I kneeled, and grabbed my cock and began stroking it quickly. “Do it. Squeeze it out,” he commanded. I looked back at the mirror at my ass, pink from his fucking, my asshole stretched open. I continued to pump my dick as I began pushing with my asshole. It opened and closed as I worked it. A white drop appeared in my hole. It grew, and began dripping down to my balls, as they bounced with my labors. More and more came out, dripping onto the floor. Without thinking, I reached back and caught it with my hand, and returned to stroking. His hot cum serving as lube, I felt a shockwave of electricity stream from my open asshole to the head of my dick, spreading in waves. I knew my orgasm was coming. I jerked faster and faster, and until my entire body seized, and I watch my balls tighten in the mirror while my ass closed, shutting off the stream of Evan’s cum. Another burst of pleasure grabbed me, and I came with an indescribable force. I looked down between my legs as cum shot out of my dick as I pumped my cock deliberately, staying below the head. Shot after shot landed on the carpet, pooling perfectly. I came so hard that I could hear the cum exit my dick and land in the puddle. Wave after wave of intensity pulsed through my body as I continued to come. Slowly, they subsided. I flattend onto the carpet with exhaustion, feeling the cum on my stomach as I lay on top of it. I breathed heavily, feeling my heart beat in my chest.

I looked up at Evan. “Was that good, baby? Is that what you wanted?” I asked him.

He grinned at me and winked.

“Call me Daddy.”

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HOT YOUNG COACH . . . SUPER-SEXY CHEERLEADER . . . STUD QUARTERBACK . . .

Travis Williams has returned to his small Texas town’s high school as the Conner Cougars’ assistant football coach.

Five years ago, when he was star quarterback, Bill Harris and Sandy Oakes worshiped him from afar. Now, Bill is starting quarterback, Sandy is head cheerleader, and they’re both determined to get a lot closer to Coach Trav.

Passions flare as the Cougars race toward State Championship.

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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13

It started with the head cheerleader flashing me in first period history class.

I was still a hero to everyone who’d stayed in Conner, as the star quarterback who took the Cougars to State and wrecked his knee making the winning touchdown, instantly ending a promising career.

Five years later, I was back at Conner High, as the junior assistant football coach. All those people from before were watching and waiting to see what I did. They were rooting for me, but that just increased the pressure of living up to their expectations. We take football seriously in Texas.

At Conner High, Assistant Coaching positions aren’t full-time, so I also teach history, health, and physical education. First period every day is history. On Tuesday and Thursday, I spend the rest of the morning teaching P.E. Since it was Thursday, I was wearing shorts, sneakers, and a tee-shirt, so I could go to the gym without changing.

Sandy Oakes, the Cougars’ head cheerleader, sat in the front row, wearing her usual tight blouse stretched over her big breasts and a skirt that barely covered the tops of her muscular thighs. She’d been a leading member of the barely-teen legion who’d worshiped me in the glory days.

Back then, Sandy had been kitten-cute. Now, she was 18 and had become a full-grown woman, with long thick curly black hair, flashing dark eyes, and a ready smile.

I was boring the class with the Wars of the Roses. Sandy diligently took notes, but also spent a lot of time gazing at me with a dreamy expression. I finished talking about Henry Tudor and asked for questions.

Sandy had been holding her knees together, but she opened them as I looked in her direction, showing bare skin. Her dark folds stood out against her hairless vulva.

It was a good thing I was sitting behind the desk, because my shorts and jockstrap did nothing to hide my instant immense boner.

I froze, staring at her. Then, Ralph Richards asked how Shakespeare’s history plays related to the wars, breaking the spell. Sandy closed her legs, smiling mysteriously. She continued smiling through the rest of the class, but didn’t open her legs again.

For the rest of the day, I couldn’t get Sandy and her bare pussy out of my mind. Not until after football practice.

Our starting quarterback, Bill Harris, was always hyper on the day before a game. He was the Cougars’ best hope for winning State since . . . well, when I was quarterback . . . şişli escort and I knew what the pressure on him was like.

I’d tried to cope using the old classics: booze and sex. Bill rarely drank and gently rebuffed the girls swarming around him, claiming he was saving himself for marriage. He was friendly and social, but spent most of his spare time hanging with a handful of guys he’d grown up with.

Last week, we’d been overconfident and lost the second game of the season to the weak Porter Falcons. We weren’t calling them the “Porter Pigeons” any more.

Tomorrow was our Homecoming game, against the always-formidable Boulder Buffaloes, putting even more stress than usual on all of us, especially Bill.

Today, he did three more laps after the rest of the team had finished, then ran wild in the locker room, snapping towels, tunelessly singing the Cougar Fight Song at the top of his lungs, dancing naked on one of the benches with his long thick cock swinging in the air, darting into the shower to get wet, then coming out to shake like a dog, scattering water over the other boys.

Finally, everyone else had run away, leaving me alone with Bill. He dried off, but didn’t get dressed. Instead, he wanted to talk about the new plays we’d been practicing.

It was hard to focus on football, rather than Bill’s muscular body, shaped by years of running, weightlifting, and ballet.

He was a husky 18-year-old, 6′ 2″ tall and weighing 220 pounds, with a light brown crewcut and green eyes which twinkled every time he caught me glancing at his dick. It was heavy with blood and getting hard. I knew he could see the giant bulge in my shorts.

In high school, I’d always liked looking at the other boys in the locker room. I told myself I was just checking out the competition’s equipment. It wasn’t until college that I learned better.

“Don’t worry about the plays. You understand them better than the coaches. You’ll do fine tomorrow.” I left him in the locker room and went outside to walk off my erection. After that, I kept walking up and down the field until I was sure he was gone.

The locker rooms and coaches’ offices were in a single-story concrete block building behind the end zone. I used my key to unlock the door. The building seemed to be empty.

The label maker tape stuck to the black plastic plate on my office door read “Travis Williams, Coaching Assistant.” As always when no-one was watching, I ran my fingers over the raised letters, still not quite believing they were real.

After a final glance at the words, I went inside and let the door close behind me. A desk, office chair, filing cabinet, and two straight visitor chairs were crammed into the converted storeroom.

There was no point in getting the playbook from the locked filing cabinet and reviewing it again, or watching more game video on my laptop. Instead, I leaned back in my desk chair, letting the memories Sandy and Bill had stirred up swirl through my mind.

Girls beşiktaş escort threw themselves at me, starting when I was in freshman football. As an extra-horny teenage boy, I wasn’t about to turn them down. Earlier, there’d been some boys. I thought I was through with them when I started dating girls. I learned different in my junior year of college.

It was a Saturday night and I was staying at home with Rick Brant, my roommate. Our girlfriends had been wild about sex when we’d met them the preceding year, but they’d lost interest over the summer and spent more time with each other than with us.

The girls had canceled again. We got loaded and started fooling around. It was a joke until we started making out on the couch. Then, it wasn’t. Especially not when Rick tongue-kissed me.

We hadn’t showered or shaved that day. His beard stubble felt strange at first, but the roughness against my lips and cheeks quickly became an extra turn-on. His strong male smell was hot and sexy.

I sucked Rick off. Before that night, sucking cock had seemed too “queer.” After he’d come, he lay on his stomach and told me to fuck his ass. I did. Then, he fucked me.

Funny thing. After Rick and I realized we didn’t need them, our girlfriends got more enthusiastic about putting out. A lot more enthusiastic.

When I closed my eyes, Sandy’s and Bill’s images were photo-sharp in my memory: her big breasts under the skin-tight blouse, the bare flesh between her open thighs, her puffy purple pussy lips, flush with excitement; his big muscular body, long swinging dick, heavy balls, tight ass . . .

My hard cock stretched my shorts. I pushed them down around my ankles, followed by my jockstrap. My hand closed on my stiff pole and I stroked it slowly, gradually gaining speed and feeling the pressure build in my balls.

I imagined Sandy on her back, big breasts rolling as I fucked her, with Bill behind me, driving his stiff prick up my butt. The rhythmic sound of my hand rubbing my dick grew louder and faster. My breathing became deeper and more ragged as I got close to coming.

There was too much noise in the room for me to be making by myself. My eyes snapped open. Bill stood on the far side of my desk, stark naked, jacking his stiff dick as he stared wide-eyed at my crotch. A steady stream of precum ran over his bullet-shaped cock-head and down his shaft.

I’ve always had one of the bigger cocks in the locker room; long and thick, with a broad plow-shaped head and a flaring Vee running down to a deep corneal ring. My shaved balls and close-cropped pubic hair make it look even bigger. Bill’s hard rod was almost as long and thick as mine.

“Let me help you with that,” he said. I stayed silent, frozen between responsibility and desire, as he walked around the desk. Even though I was one of his coaches, I was only five years older than Bill. Besides, I hadn’t done anything but jack off in the last two months and I was horny as hell.

I’d stopped beating taksim escort my meat. Bill sank to his knees, wrapped one hand around my stiff pole, and gripped my balls with the other. I couldn’t tell him to stop.

He held his lips closed. I slowly forced them open with my cock-head, like I was entering a pussy or asshole. When my swollen head was in his mouth, he kissed its tip and teased my cum-slit with his tongue, while slowly jacking my stiff shaft and playing with my balls.

I gasped as Bill took my entire length in his mouth. He bobbed rapidly over my dick, roughly stroking my shaft and squeezing my balls.

I rose to my feet, pushed his hands away from my crotch, and drove my unrestrained rod all the way down his throat while gripping the sides of his head to keep him from moving. “Here’s what you really want.”

He choked a little when I started fucking his face, but adapted quickly. Bill was getting off on the rough treatment. I’d figured he would. Punishment is a big turn-on for a lot of tough people, like athletes and soldiers.

Bill jacked his hard rod as I worked my throbbing dick in his mouth, going harder and faster. “Suck it, quarterback! Keep it going! One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . . Hike!” He gulped as I fired shot after shot of hot cum down his throat.

When my nuts were finally empty, I let go of Bill’s head and gripped his shoulders. My dick had softened, a little. He let it slip out of his mouth and looked up at me, grinning. “How was that, coach?”

“A good start.” I glanced at the big blobs of Bill’s cum on the concrete floor, then pulled him to his feet and took him in my arms. He moaned and thrust his tongue against mine. The taste of my cum was strong.

His cock was still rock-hard, rubbing against mine as he kissed me roughly. Everything about him was rough, strong, hard, and male, so different from a woman’s softness . . . and so sexy.

“That was great,” he whispered. “Even better than I’d imagined.” He stepped back, caught my hand, and guided it to his crotch. My fingers closed on his stiff pole. I ran my index finger over his head, smearing the thick juice oozing from his tip.

“I’m gonna shoot this bad boy again,” he said. “Up your ass. Okay?”

Visions of bending over the desk with Bill’s cock up my ass tempted me. “We’re already pushing our luck.”

“Door’s locked,” Bill said.

“Mr. Skinner has a master key.” Len Skinner was the Senior Assistant Coach. He was a deacon in a local church and the biggest homophobe in the Athletic Department. “He checks our offices to be sure we’ve locked the playbooks up.”

Bill looked disappointed when I let go of his cock. He brightened up when I said, “Come to my place. It’s out in the woods. Nice and private.”

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Copyright © 2017 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Kurt Yarley, one of my best friends, owned a landscaping company and seven years ago, he’d roped Aaron, Drew, and myself into playing baseball—just a group of buddies playing ball and the rest is history. We had a fairly well stacked team and usually ended up with the Championship Title, which was nothing more than bragging rights, but we were totally fine with it.

I played sports all of my life and was a respectable athlete. There weren’t too many sports I didn’t play at some point or another. It was baseball, football, and wrestling that consumed my time in high school.

I’d been a catcher since I was nine-years-old and never had a desire to play any other position. Of course, I did because they forced me to. But catching was second nature to me and I loved the pressure and the adrenaline rush you can only get when squatted behind home base. Plus, it was a prime view for all of the men that passed by.

I wasn’t interested nor was I good enough to play in college. It didn’t hurt my feelings at all, I was busy trying to stay ahead in school and get decent marks in my classes. I would’ve died, had I had anything else on my plate. I was always somewhat of a nerd wrapped in a jocks body. I loved sports but more so I loved academia.

I got great grades and dreamed of going to college to become an architect. Unfortunately, my father had a very strict view on what the role of a man should be. He only just accepted me as gay, thanks to my love for sports. Drawing pictures (as he referred to it) for a living crossed some line in his mind. It wasn’t something that men did, not real men. If it was one of my straight brothers I don’t think it would have been an issue, but I was gay, therefore I had more to prove. He never explicitly told me I couldn’t be an architect, but it was strongly implied, and there’s something to be said for not wanting to disappoint your dad, no matter how old you are.

Instead, I became a structural engineer and specialized in commercial buildings. I’d grown very passionate about it and considered myself mildly successful. I worked for myself and whore’d myself out for a comfortable amount of money.

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I remember the day vividly, it was the first baseball practice of the year. There’s always something magical about the first practice of the season, of any sport. The freshly mowed field, the smell of old leather, dust from the equipment bag, and the sudden change of physical activity (that one gets harder to cope with as the years go by).

Our team great, which made practices enjoyable. There was electricity of excitement in the air as we played that opening practice. We were winding up practice when the team scheduled to practice after us started filtering in. There were two reasons I didn’t pay them any attention; they were the competition, and I don’t typically waste my time getting to know people.

Typically.

It all changed when I dropped the ball and it rolled behind me. After retrieving the ball, I was struck dumb where I stood when I glanced at the group of guys watching us finish our practice. He was standing there, laughing with his friends and, in my feeble mind, it was every cliché that ever made me want to throw up.

As a whole, he and his friends were not my type. They were over the top and flashy; everything I’d been trained to dislike. But he stood out to me. He was taller than most of the others. He was over the top compared to every gay man I’d ever met in real life, but less over the top and obvious about his sexuality than his friends. His hair was too perfect, his face was slender, soft, and sharp all at the same time.

Whenever he laughed or smiled, his wide smile and thin lips lit his face up like a roaring fire. Whereas his mouth was big, his eyes were the opposite, they were narrow and almost exotic—and when they caught mine for the first time, my breath hitched in my chest. They were a deep-green that danced in the evening sun. He was beautiful and radiant and, for a moment, nothing else existed.

I did the only thing I’m capable of doing; I said something that was sarcastically rude and/or condescending. Yep, that’s what I do best. I don’t remember the exact words I said because they had no meaning, they were just words I said to break the ice while protecting myself.

To my friends and random hookups, I exuded confidence and charm, but to guys I was actually interested in? Forget it, I’d make a better impression if I was dead, and that’s exactly what might as well have happened.

His face hardened at my comment and I instantly regretted opening my mouth, but I didn’t know what else to do. Most guys wouldn’t take anything I said seriously because they knew I was nothing more than a moron, but he wasn’t typical, and he didn’t know me. I wondered if he was going to be emotional, like a girl, and make a big scene. I didn’t have a lot of experience with the really feminine types, so I wasn’t sure what to bağcılar escort expect. Heck, I wasn’t sure if I was actually interested. I only knew he’d caught my attention, but was it enough?

So, I watched him at his practices and even went to his games. It didn’t help, I only became more confused and more hated by him. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the stupid.

I was surprised by his natural skill and felt that with a little practice, he could be a decent ball player. I also I found myself wanting to be the one to show him the ropes. He seemed to have good form but lacked the strength or training to be anything more than mediocre, which was to be expected from someone of his…delicate qualities? I don’t know. For a gay guy myself, I could be really clueless.

My confusion and frustration seemed endless. One minute, I’d be entranced by him and the next, I was annoyed by him and his friends. Some of us took baseball seriously but they clearly didn’t. They literally pranced (and I do mean literally) around the field and danced like a bunch of fireflies after a rainstorm.

Between games and practices, I watched him befriend almost everyone in the league, including my best friends. Yet, after trying multiple times to talk to him, and making things worse, it became clear I wasn’t going to join his friend group in the near future. I could never seem to say the right thing. ‘The right thing’ being anything that resembled kindness. Deep down I blamed my dad. It’s hard to change years of condition.

My work schedule prevented me from doing my normal morning workout routine so I ended up going mid-week/mid-day, and—boom—there he was, running naked on a treadmill. Ok, he wasn’t fully naked, but his itsy bitsy running shorts left nothing to the imagination. His lithe, toned body flexed and rippled with every step, and he had a little bubble-butt that jiggled as he ran. It was his slender and beautifully sculpted back and shoulders I loved the most, though. I was a sucker for a sexy back.

In an effort to mend things, I decided to talk to him. I stepped onto the treadmill next to him with the plan to say hi like a normal person. It really shouldn’t have been too hard. The guy was a bit intimidating though. He wasn’t big or mean looking, but he had real confidence—the kind that I lacked. I opened my mouth but instead of ‘Hi, we haven’t met, but I’m Shane’, I insulted him and called him a girly boy. It was in a sarcastic tone, the same way I talk to my friends, but it was obvious we weren’t there.

I wanted to hit myself. Of course, I didn’t stop there. I kept digging a nice hole until he finally got tired of it and left.

*** *** *** ***

It was Wednesday and I had some of the afternoon off, which was a nice change of pace. I was driving through town, on my way to the grocery store, when I saw a white Toyota 4Runner parked at the hair salon. I’d seen Gordy (I found out his name from Drew and Aaron) get into a white Toyota 4Runner after a game one evening and ever since then, I swear I saw every white 4Runner that ever came off the assembly line. Without a second though, I made a U-turn and pulled into the parking lot. I could use a haircut I justified to myself.

After a little pep talk of promising myself I wasn’t going to say anything stupid, that I was going to be a decent human being and say nice things, I walked through the door. The place was fairly busy but he was easy to spot. He was effortlessly laughing as the woman finished his hair. I was surprised, I didn’t recall him needing a haircut.

I let the door close behind me and walked through the building. He was on the other side and I decided to be bold and sit directly in front of him. It was a little awkward, especially when he finally called me out for being a creep.

“Can I help you?”

He was annoyed. Of course he was. I told myself to be casual and not to do anything stupid. I ran my fingers through my shaggy hair.

“Nope, just waiting to get my hair cut.” It was true, I just needed an excuse to do something about it.

His lip curled in the cute way I’d seen it do before, not usually to me of course, but when he talked to Aaron and Drew.

“Such a shame. Your hair is your best feature. Once you cut if off you’ll have nothing going for you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I sat there in silence and watched him for a few more minutes before he got up to leave. At least he acknowledged me before he left. That was real progress in my book.

“Alright, go ahead and hop into the chair and we’ll get started. Do you want a trim or a full cut?”

I scoffed.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

Obviously, I wasn’t going to cut my hair anymore, not if it’s the one thing he didn’t hate about me. I got up and left without another word. I went back to my original plan of grocery shopping—nothing big, only a few things for bahçelievler escort dinner.

I had accidentally run into him at the gym, then stalked him at the salon, but running into him at the grocery store was fate. There had to be some kind of rule that made three a lucky number.

I saw his car parked in the middle of the shopping center which meant he could be in any number of stores, and that wasn’t good for me. I decided to flirt a little by parking my truck real close to his driver’s side door. I thought it was cute and brilliant.

I was finishing up in the checkout line when I saw him run into the store and grab his keys from one of the other check-out stands. Thinking that maybe my luck was turning around, I quickly grabbed my bags and happily followed him out. I smiled as I walked behind him through the parking lot. He was so adorable in his own little world, waving his arms wildly as he hummed a show tune. I decided to once again be bold and say something.

“What are you doing?”

It was a real question. I was curious. His head jerked back and as soon as he saw me, he looked annoyed. He said nothing as we loaded our cars together. The next thing I knew, he was handing me a coloring book which caused me to turn fifty shades of confused.

“You appear to have a hard time staying within the lines. I thought you could use this book to practice.”

He was joking with me. I didn’t hold back my smile as he continued until he was shooing me away. I set the book in the cab of the truck and decided to turn on my own charm. I walked back to where he was impatiently waiting for me to move my truck.

“Actually, I’ve decided I have a few more things I need to do, first. I’ll see you around…Gor-dee.”

I punctuated his name and walked away, smiling. I didn’t know where the fuck I was going, but I loved seeing him all worked up over me. I was also proud of myself for not saying anything stupid—I was getting better. Baby steps.

*** *** *** ***

I woke up excited on Friday. We were finally playing Gordy’s team and I was going to charm the shit out of him with my mad skills as we beat the crap out of his team. Gracefully, of course. I was going to impress him.

As it turned out, they had all of us fooled—they were fucking amazing baseball players. They catfished us, so to speak. Yet, it was still surprising when the last play of the game was Gorty hitting the ball out of the park. I sat there stunned.

I wasn’t totally paralyzed, of course. As much as I wanted to show off, it was hot watching him dominate the game. I had to stay squatting longer than normal to hide my arousal as he literally danced and shimmied his way to home plate. I didn’t like all of the dancing and attention grabbing, but I liked watching his body move. His confidence was a turn on, too.

Everything went crazy after that. My friends lost a bet and made me go clubbing with them. They didn’t exactly give me a choice. I didn’t know details, they were like ‘hey, we lost a bet so now we have to go clubbing, and you have to come with us…here’s address…’

Imagine my surprise when I showed up to find my three straight best friends getting drenched in glitter spray by a very angelic looking Gordy. I’d spent months making fun of guys in rompers so, of course, that’s what Gordy was wearing. How he made them look good is something I’d never know.

I was standing there with my hands in my pockets, trying to play it cool with Gordy started barking orders. At first I had no idea what he was talking about, then I realized he was giving very specific details on how to find him a hook up.

I had no clue that part of losing the bet was that everyone was supposed to help Gordy get laid. I wanted to punch Aaron because he’d never tried to get me laid as hard as he was trying to get Gordy laid, and I didn’t want Gordy getting laid by anyone but me.

Soft hands? I never paid attention to such a thing. For the first time in my life I discreetly rubbed my hands together under the table. They weren’t overly soft, but I wouldn’t say I had alligator hands.

Honestly, I didn’t think he’d have very many guys interested in him since he was, you know, loud and feminine? Boy was I was wrong. The twins hadn’t been joking when they said Gordy was popular. I spent the whole evening trying to undo what everyone else was doing.

I walked around telling people that Gordy was short for Georgia and, after a long and draining road, she was at the beginning stages of her transformation. I told some that he was on day one of antibiotics for chlamydia, and others, his herpes was between outbreaks. It seemed to cool their interest. What I hadn’t expected was that the constant stream of disappearing guys would to piss him off—not at me of course because he didn’t know what I was doing. If I thought about it, then yes, I understood why he was frustrated. şirinevler escort

I didn’t have intentions of doing anything that night but everyone was leaving the club and he looked so amazing. All I wanted was one dance. He hated my guts so it wasn’t exactly an easy task to get him to agree. Actually, he didn’t agree. I ended up dragging him out to the dance floor and then I had to hold him like a pouting child who didn’t wanna go to bed. It looked like I was dancing with a limp, blow-up doll. Except a blow-up doll wouldn’t have resisted as much as Gordy did. Maybe I was a jerk for making him dance, but his resistance was mostly for show. I gave him plenty of chances to walk away but he chose to stay and pout. It wasn’t ideal, but it was leaps and bounds better than nothing.

The amazing sex? I don’t know how it happened. I mean, I know how it happened because I was there for the whole thing, but I don’t know where it came from. It was only a kiss. An unexpected kiss…except the kiss turned into something more when Gordy decided he was into it.

Everything became more when Gordy decided he was into it. From a lifeless blow up doll to a full-fledged sex god. I felt desire I didn’t know was possible and I never wanted it to stop. The things that happened on the dance floor, and in the cab I stole from Aaron, were nothing compared to what had happened in bed.

When he was naked, Gordy was a sight to behold. He was long, lean, and had tight muscles. I couldn’t get enough of him—not with my lips, my hands, or my body. I thought I was going to knead his ass right off of him.

When I closed my eyes that night, I felt more satisfied than I ever had before. Being wrapped around Gordy like a lifeline was pure bliss and, for the first time in a long while, I was excited for what the morning would bring.

Except the morning wasn’t good.

I woke up to an empty bed when I heard the door click shut. Foolishly, I thought Gordy was making himself at home in the kitchen so I got up, pulled on my boxers, and went to find him. What I found was the absence of Gordy, and an amused Aaron who told me Gordy had left in such a hurry, that he didn’t put his shoes on.

Talk about feeling shitty. I ended up driving around the neighborhood for forty minutes while trying to find a man in a romper. I received some weird looks from people when I asked about him, but no one had seen him. For a moment I thought I’d gotten lucky when I saw Allé, but it turned out he hadn’t seen him, either. I didn’t know what to tell him. Did I want him to give Gordy a message? Or maybe he’d give me his number? Or tell me where he lived?

In the end, I had no choice but to walk away empty handed.

*** *** *** ***

Gordy blew me off on Monday. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t that. First, I tried to talk to him before the game. He was talking to Aaron and Drew and it was obvious they were having a good time, but the second I showed up, everything got awkward. Then Gordy left.

Aaron was wetting his bed? Not exactly a good cover story since Aaron and I had been best friends our whole lives.

Hoping we’d be alone, I waited until after the game to talk to him again. My thoughts when as far as thinking about asking him out, but before I had a chance to say anything, he told me the whole night was a mistake and we should forget it ever happened. I wasn’t sure I wanted to forget. I didn’t know what the fuck I wanted, but forgetting was out of the question. At least this time I got to watch him leave.

It didn’t help when Gordy didn’t show up for practice on Wednesday—at least, not that I saw. I would’ve stayed longer, but Aaron, Drew, and Kurt dragged me away. They called me out on my bitchy mood, but I wouldn’t tell them what was bothering me. Just because they liked Gordy didn’t mean they’d love the idea about me and him together. Gordy wasn’t your typical type of guy I dated. What if no one approved?

I’d been in a bad mood all week from trying to figure it out. I knew it was all my fault, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying stupid shit. Verbal diarrhea was a terminal condition and I needed to stop being such a fucking asshole. That was going to be easier said than done.

I didn’t have a plan, not exactly, but I knew it would come to me, and it did.

*** *** *** ***

Gordy and his friends came and watched the last part of our game. At least that’s what I told myself, that they came to watch us, but I knew they were only there for their own game, which ended up being cancelled at the last minute. They probably stayed to watch Aaron, Drew, and Kurt. I doubt I had any influence at all, with Gordy.

He was casually laid out on the bleachers in the relaxing way he seems to pull off effortlessly. Seeing him so happy and carefree made me smile…until I realized he was with Drew, then I was instantly in a bad mood. Drew was always flirting and touching Gordy. I think he did it on purpose to get on my nerves, if so it was working perfectly.

They were laughing and touching each other and overall, making my blood boil, but what was I supposed to do? If I walked over to them and yelled at Drew, then I’d only add to Gordy’s casefile against me. No, I needed a new approach; one that didn’t involve me being an asshole.

This is a series of stories I wrote a while back. These are all short and my goal was to get the reader thinking about what happens next. Think of it as audience participation… I appreciate your thoughts and comments…but please be kind.

I find it interesting on Lit that I get lots of comments…some of them come directly to me and don’t get posted. On the same story one reader will say it’s too long, another will say it’s too short, too much detail, not enough detail…I realize it is difficult to please everyone, so my thinking is…I’ll just do it the way I want but try to keep your thoughts in mind.

However, you have to realize that sometimes the stories write themselves!

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*****

That Moment When You Realize…

That moment when you realized that you had borrowed money from the wrong person!

Your best bud of over 5 years cut you in on a sure bet deal! You need $1000 to get in, it was “guaranteed” to pay back 7 to 1!

So I borrowed $1000 from a guy who knew a guy. I knew it was not the right thing to do, but Jason was positive that it would pay off! He and two other buddies put money in it too, the difference was they had the $1000 to lose, I had to borrow mine! But the guy gave me what he called the “sweet” deal! If I paid him back in full in 7 days or less it was $1000 plus $100, if it took 2 weeks it was $1000 plus $250. I didn’t care I still stood fındıkzade escort to make over $6000!

Of course, the deal went bust. The friend who had turned me on to the money told me I had better go see “the man” and tell him what had happened and set up some kind of payment deal. Because if I ran or hid, he would hunt me down and I’d probably end up in the hospital!

I was so scared I almost threw up, but Jimmy agreed to go with me to try and ease the deal. We got to the man, he was as usual on the street in one of the worst parts of town. Hell just being there scared me enough. I was glad that he didn’t go off on me, or seem like he was going to physically hurt me. We worked out the terms which were going to be really hard for me to pay because the interest just kept escalating. Hell, I figured I was going to have to sell my junker of a car, but I would gladly do that to keep from getting my legs broke or something.

After he finished telling me the outrageous terms of my payback, he informed me that if I didn’t appear with what was due on the dates he set up, that in less than 12 hours someone would find me and I had better have a pretty good medical plan! That, of course, scared the shit out of me, and then he dropped the bomb.

“Now, get on your knees, bitch!”

“What?”

“You heard me, bitch get on your knees! This is going to be a little exercise aksaray escort that you will perform at every payment until I am back in full! Get on your knees NOW”

He was a large man who with or without a weapon could take me in a heartbeat, but there were also three other large black men standing near that I knew were his men, so I did as told and got to my knees, hoping he was just going to make me beg or worse yet kiss his boots or something. But no, instead he grabbed his fly, unzipped and pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life!”

“Now, bitch, you’re not only going to suck this big black cock, you are going to bury your face in my pubic hair right here on this street corner and show the entire world that you are a bitch who doesn’t pay his debt, get at it, and I’d suggest you get it all in there before it reaches full size, now go!”

I glanced at my friend and he said, “Uhm, I’ll meet you back at the car…I don’t want to watch this!”

The man said, “You ain’t going anywhere, you are the one who brought me this bitch that doesn’t pay his bills to me…and if he doesn’t pay the next time, you’re going to be right there on your knees next to him!”

I leaned in and started to take hold of the huge cock and my hand was slapped away, “No hands bitch, mouth only, and if I feel one tooth on my cock, I’ll start knocking your fucking teeth out two at eyüp escort a time!”

His big cock hung so low I was on my knees and had to duck down to get the head into my mouth. This was the last thing I “ever” wanted to do, but here I was sucking a cock, and not only that it was in broad daylight, on a street corner in front of others including a guy I had known for several years.

It was fucking horrible, but I was terrified! His cock tasted and smelled like piss, cum, sweat, and hell maybe even pussy, I wondered how long it had been since he’d washed it! I was doing okay, I thought, never sucking a cock before, until I heard him say, “Now bitch, you gonna deep throat this big fucker!”

He grabbed my head and pulled forward until that huge monster pushed my throat muscles open and traveled on past! My face was suddenly buried in a thick wooly bush that smelled like piss and an armpit at the same time. I started gagging and almost heaving. He growled, “You had better not puke on me or I will fuck up your face so bad, even yo momma won’t recognize you!”

With that, I felt his cock lurch, his hip jam the last millimeters into my throat, and the tube on the bottom of his cock pulsed rope after rope of thick, gooey hot cum blasted down my throat!

When he finished grunting, he pulled about 12″ of thick black cock out of my throat! He made a few fuck motions with leaking head on my tongue to make certain I got some of the disgusting taste on my tongue, then pulled free, looked down at me and laughed!

“Now bitch, see you next week, and you had better have your payment, or first you’re going to suck every cock that passes this street corner for an hour, and then some of my buds over here are going to fuck you up to get you ready for a trip to the hospital!”

As I enjoyed the comfort of one of Adam’s private jets I was feeling much better about myself. I suppose giving up Alicia and Greg for the greater good made me feel noble. Then again it may have simply been my concerns about returning to school and the AOK after my long absence that drove the dark thoughts away. I had essentially missed one and a half semesters of life. Through some online work and the generosity of the administration I would end up only a few classes behind but socially I had missed a lot.

Though they held my position on the AOK council and my room in the house, the AOK itself went forward without me. The pledges that had just begun when I nearly killed myself were full members. A new spring group that I had never met was well on the way to finishing the pledge period. Even though many of my brothers had visited me and the council had kept me informed, I knew that I had missed the growth of pledges like Zack and even friends like Craig. I felt that I had let both of them down. I was to have been Zack’s mentor. Worse, I was to have been Craig’s confidant and support as he worked to accept his true self. I fulfilled neither of their needs and feared my relationships with them and others might be permanently damaged.

The other thing that was weighing on me as I set alone in the luxurious aircraft was my feelings for Julia Greggs. After having allowed myself to so easily fall for others, I feared she might be just another failed attempt at romance. The idea that she might be able to accept me completely seemed absurd. How could any woman commit to a man that would never be faithful to her, I wondered. Yet she knew as much about me as anyone and still said she wanted to pursue a deeper relationship. Having called off my marriage to Alicia, Julia was at that point my only hope to have a family and remain true to myself and my desires.

Adam’s limo took me directly to the AOK house. It was midday and the Greek area of campus was quiet as is typical of that time of day. Most students are in class or at the dining hall and not hanging round the houses. I walked slowly up the walk to the big house which looked foreign to me. It was almost as if I was visiting the old mansion for the first time. The kid on the door was one of the fall pledges who I had not gotten to know, Rudy Phillips. He was another of the wrestlers and carried well toned muscles on a compact frame. It was a warm day and he wore the AOK uniform appropriate for such weather, gym shorts and a tee shirt that clung to his well developed chest. I couldn’t help but admire the five foot seven morsel of sexuality. My eyes traveled down his torso to his muscular thighs and then to down his smooth legs to his bare feet.

“Welcome home, sir,” He said with a broad smile ignoring the way I was ogling him.

I looked up into his sparkling green eyes and immediately wished that I had not missed his pledge semester. He was a cute kid with a mop of sandy brown curls on his head. His face seemed perpetually covered in peach fuzz which made me think even at 19 he did not need to shave. As he used the intercom to summon Colin, I tried to recall more about the sexy kid that seemed truly happy to see me.

When he finished the call and said, “There really isn’t anyone around right now. Colin said he would be down in a minute. I think he was napping which means he was probably naked,” A picture of Rudy naked flashed into my head.

His nearly perfect six inch cock was cut and surrounded by very wispy light brown curls. His balls were small and hairless. His nervous giggle made me want to drag him up to my room and fuck him. I found the shyness about another brother’s nudity both intriguing and sexy.

“Are you uncomfortable with nudity?” I asked hoping to start a dialogue on the subject.

“Not really, I think it is cool, but well, um, I kind of have a thing for Colin. Also, you are such a sexy man, sir, that I feel nervous with you.”

I smiled and replied, “Rudy, there is no reason for nervousness with me. I think you are pretty damn sexy too. Now this thing with Colin, does he know how you feel?”

“I don’t think he knows how much I like him. We have had sex many times and I even spend the night in his room sometimes. The sex is great and passionate, but I am too nervous to talk to him about feelings…”

“Talk to whom about what feelings, hot stuff?” Colin interrupted as he walked into the room.

Rudy’s face turned bright red and his lips froze in surprise. Since his predicament was mostly my fault I quickly intervened.

“Greetings, brother Colin. I am afraid that you interrupted a private conversation,” I said sternly.

“Greetings brother John, I hope you can forgive my rudeness,” Colin replied with a look that said I hope you are going to whip my bare ass as punishment.

Rudy seemed to relax as Colin and I took our leave of the entranceway. The gofer immediately noticed my limp and offered to help me up the stairs. I told him that I could manage fatih escort the stairs but would enjoy his company. I figured since I couldn’t pull Rudy from his duties, I would fuck Colin instead.

“So what was all that about private conversations? There are no secrets between brothers,” Colin said sounding a bit peeved as soon as we were behind closed doors.

“Sorry about that, I was trying to protect Rudy. He was talking about you. Are you aware that he has feelings for you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think, unless you’re trying to say he is in love with me or something. We are great together and I really like him, but you know as well as anyone that I am not likely to end up with a sweet guy like him.”

“I don’t know if he is in love, but I would say he is definitely feeling romantic toward you. I am not so sure about your supposition though. If you really like him does it matter that he isn’t a Dom. Fuck, maybe he could be more aggressive if he knew that is what you wanted. He said you guys don’t talk much about feelings.”

“We don’t talk at all about feelings; we just have really hot sex.”

“Man, if I was you and I had a sexy kid like that who I really liked that was all hot for me, I would fucking make sure he knew how I felt. He is too damn delicious to lose!” I said as I pulled Colin into my arms.

“I missed you John,” Colin sighed as I groped his already hard cock through his shorts.

“Get on your knees and show me how much!” I demanded.

Colin dropped to the floor and quickly opened my pants. They fell to my feet as he carefully lowered my underwear. I closed my eyes and pictured Rudy as Colin began enthusiastically licking my full balls. His delicate fingers expertly stroked my erection as he sucked first one then other of my heavy nuts past his lips. Suddenly he paused which caused me to open my eyes. He was staring at the scar on my thigh.

“Oh fuck, that was so close,” He said as he touched the long, jagged, ugly scar.

“Yeah, losing my dick would have been worse than dying,” I sighed. “Get back to business!”

He ran his tongue up the length of my throbbing meat as my eyes closed. Again I saw Rudy’s cute compact body as Colin bathed my shaft with his tongue. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I put Rudy in that same position as my mind wandered to ever wilder sexual scenes. When Colin took my cock head into his mouth, Zack and a couple of other pledges joined Rudy and me in my mind. I found myself with a half a dozen beautiful sexy young men as Colin deep throated my hungry cock. At some point Colin was added to the mix of writhing naked bodies in my fantasy. He had come in with Craig. I began to fuck Colin’s mouth as my mind conjured up a wild orgy scene.

I was fucking Zach as Rudy rode Colin. Craig was being dominating by the rest of the young men whose faces I could not discern. We switched places as I felt my balls tightening. I was fucking Rudy and Zack was fucking Colin who had begun licking my ass. I roared as my cock exploded in Rudy’s body in my fantasy while I pumped my semen into Colin’s stomach. Knowing I owed Colin a debt he could not imagine, I pulled him to his feet and practically threw him onto the bed. I pounced on him and kissed him deeply as my body crushed him to the mattress. His hard cock throbbed against my flesh as my tongue assaulted his mouth.

He was breathless when I pulled my lips away from his mouth and began to kiss my way down his body. First I lapped at his tiny hard nipples and then ran my tongue down the middle of his abdomen tracing his barely perceptible trail of hair across his naval. I kissed the head of his hard precum oozing dick before moving my lips to his warm, smooth thigh. He moaned and giggled at the same time as I licked the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. When I reached his balls I took both of his smooth round nuggets into my mouth. The tip of my tongue pressed into his sack as I sucked his sweet nuts.

He was writhing on the bed seemingly desperate for the blessed relief of orgasm when I let his balls fall free and ran my tongue up the underside of his throbbing cock. After swirling my tongue around his cock head and enjoying the sweetness of his precum, I took the entire length of his meat into my body. His beautiful cock filled my throat before I slid my lips back up his shaft. I fucked his cock with my mouth for only a few minutes before I was rewarded with a huge burst of cum. I sucked him until I had swallowed every drop he had to give. When it was done I crawled up and cradled his quivering body in my arms.

I held him for a several minutes until he recovered his breath. When he started to speak, I stopped him by pressing my lips to his mouth. I didn’t need to hear his platitudes. His reaction told me how good he felt. Our tongues danced as our naked bodies pressed together. I could feel the sweat on his body as I explored his mouth with my tongue. I saw the smile in his eyes çapa escort when I looked into his face. After a time we fell asleep together in my bed. It was dark out when I was awoken by a knock on the door. Colin was still wrapped in my arms.

Without a thought of modesty, I called out, “Come in!”

“I see you have already had a nice homecoming welcome,” Calvin said as he stepped into my room with the rest of the council in tow. “If you can tear yourself away, we would like you join us upstairs for a little private business.”

It was clear that whatever business he was referring to was for council only, meaning Colin who had woken up looking a little lost, was not invited. As I swung my legs off the bed, I patted his ass and suggested he wait for me in bed. I had no idea if he would be there when I got back even though he smiled and closed his eyes as if going back to sleep. When I went to stand up I could see that all of the council members were staring at my scar. Even though half of them had seen it in the hospital I suppose the sight was still startling. Perhaps that is why I chose to forbade the plastic surgeons from reducing the blemish.

“Fuck, guys, it is just a little cut. All better now see,” I said as I traced the jagged path with my finger.

Craig went to the closet to retrieve my council robe as Calvin stepped forward to help me to my feet. I asked why it was that I was to be robed when the others were in civilian dress.

“It seemed the easiest thing for you to slip on to pass through the halls. Perhaps you prefer to go in the nude?” Calvin explained.

Before the accident I might have eschewed the robe. But considering my fellow council members reaction to the scar I decided it best to be covered and took the robe from Craig. We went up the back way to the council’s ante room. Calvin explained that they wanted some private time to rebond with me. I requested time for a quick shower and left them for a few minutes. When I returned wearing a towel around my waist I found that they had all undressed.

“I thought that there might be nudity involved,” I said with a smile.

“I think if we could we might always be naked,” Aaron said in a jovial tone.

“It is good to have you back with us John,” Calvin said. “You have missed some things; in particular our regular little private meetings. We chose to have them in the nude to add to the openness we have between us. I hope you’re comfortable with that idea.”

“Very much so,” I said as I tossed my towel back into the shower area and took my seat. “So are these meetings about sex or is actual business discussed?”

“Neither really, although I can’t say that sex has never been a part of the activity,” Calvin said. “Aaron, perhaps you could explain these sessions to John.”

“Of course. At first we had these sessions as a way to become closer and to learn more about each other. Business can not be conducted because we are not in formal session. That of course does not keep us from discussing important matters that may come up in formal session later. As for the question of sex, for the first two months we stuck to a strict policy of making these meetings purely nonsexual. As we came to know each other better and grew more comfortable we relaxed that rule. I want you to know on a personal level that I am truly sorry you were not a part of the sessions from the beginning.”

“I am sure we are all sorry that John wasn’t with us every step of the journey,” Terry added looking like he was mine for the asking.

“I appreciate you thoughts and apologize for shirking my duties for so long,” I said sincerely.

“We do not feel you have shirked anything, John. In fact I have something very important to tell you on that subject. The peers have decided that your absence shall not appear in the official record. You shall have full seniority as to membership and within the peers as if you were here all along,” Calvin informed me.

“I do not deserve such consideration.”

“Of course you do. John, all of the peers see greatness in you. Aaron can not succeed me as president as we are in the same class. From the moment you were elected to council, maybe before it was the desire of the peers to see you wear the colored brand. Maintaining your proper seniority means that you can sit in the president’s chair for two years following me.”

“But I will not be prepared! I have missed too much,” I protested.

“You missed far less that you imagine and all of the council stands ready to help you catch up. To that end we have decided to conduct the next several private meetings as we did the first few. We began by sitting like this and asking each other questions. We placed no limit on the nature of the questions and pledged to always answer fully and truthfully. Do you join us in this pledge?”

“Of course, I have already pledged to be open and honest with my brothers.”

“Our questions have sometimes gone güngören escort deeper than those that one would expect a brother to ask.”

“I am willing to answer anything.”

“My first question is why did you choose to leave the one scar unrepaired?”

“That is an interesting question and one I am not sure I know the answer entirely. But I will tell you what I do know. At first I thought it was to keep a reminder of what I almost did to myself. In recent weeks I have come to think of it as part of my punishment for certain things I did just prior to my accident. Then today, when I saw you all staring at the ugly mark, I had another revelation. Maybe I want to feel the revolution that comes from not being beautiful all over anymore. Then again maybe I want the sympathy that I saw in some of your eyes.”

It was Craig’s turn next and he asked an even harder question.

“What did you do that would lead you to believe that you deserve the punishment of bearing such a cruel permanent mark?”

“There is darkness in me. A demon if you will. I am capable of great cruelty when I do not control the beast. I let it out with all its furry and unleashed terrible cruelty upon two people I loved.”

I looked back into the faces of the council and saw complete understanding and support in all of their eyes. I also saw the smile Craig was trying to suppress. I was certain he wanted to find a way to see my demon in action. After a minute Terry took his turn.

“I am sorry to press this issue, John, but I believe it is important for you to go into more detail. I ask this to help you heal not out of a salacious desire of my own. What exactly did this inner demon do?”

I had no doubt his intent was to help me and the idea of confession was appealing. So I told them every detail I could remember of that day at Adam’s house. When I was done each of them expressed their understanding. The remaining questions turned to other things. I was asked about fantasies and early sexual experiences. None of the answers were remarkable or unusual. When it came my turn I simply asked each of them to tell me something I didn’t know about them.

Calvin regaled us with a tale of his bisexual affair with a sixty year old neighbor couple the summer after high school. The man was a cuckold that was totally dominated in the bedroom by his wife. She made him suck Calvin’s cock and then watch as she got fucked by her young lover as she called Calvin. Every meeting brought new degradations for the old man while she praised Calvin’s sexual skills. The interesting part was that he had made love with the old man behind the woman’s back all summer long.

Aaron’s admission was somewhat of a surprise considering his tale at the pre-induction ceremony about being a straight guy who happened to like kinky sex enough to fuck guys.

“I didn’t lose my virginity until I was nineteen. It was with a prostitute that I paid to fuck me weekly starting with the night of my nineteenth birthday and continuing the whole fall semester. That is why I jumped at the chance to have sex with my team mate and his girlfriend. I guess in a way that is why I accepted sex with guys even though I had never felt an attraction,” He told me openly.

It was obvious the others had heard all the details before. But I couldn’t let it go at that. He was a good looking guy who both sexes found attractive. To me it didn’t make much sense that he had not gotten laid early and often. He didn’t hesitate to explain when I asked the reason for his waiting.

“I wet the bed until I was almost 18. That made me hesitant about everything in life. I was so fucking shy in high school I could barely talk to girls. Asking one out on a date was impossible. Also, my images of sex included sleeping with the girl after. That was of course a terrifying thought. That prostitute I was with was the one that really helped me get over my shyness.”

I didn’t ask for any more details. I figured I would learn more soon enough. I hadn’t expected Craig to have anything particularly revealing to tell me. I knew him better than any of the other council members. We had shared a lot and I at least felt a bond with him.

“I guess you know almost as much as the rest of the group from our talks before we came on the council. So, I will tell you something that happened while you were away,” He said making me think that some momentous thing had occurred.

“I have fallen in love; I have found my soul mate!” He practically shouted in a joyous tone.

“With who?” I asked barely disguising my surprise.

Knowing he was gay and truly submissive; I couldn’t imagine he had already found a soul mate so quickly.

“Edward.”

I was speechless upon hearing the news that Craig believed he was in love with his 50-something mentor. My first reaction was confusion. When he continued happily I decided I might be wrong.

“He has already offered me a job in his company and place in his home after I graduate. I wish you could have been here for our joining ceremony. I am bound to him, John”

I am not sure I had ever heard anyone sound as happy as he did telling me about giving himself over to Edward. I was happy to learn that Craig remained free to have sex with anyone in the brotherhood without Edward’s explicit permission.

“I think we should wait, Stephen.”

“Don, they’ll be totally cool with it. They might even think it’s great news.”

“But you can’t be sure. Let’s just wait till after the long drive. OK?”

“For Pete’s sake, Don! They’re my parents! I have to tell them. They’ve been very supportive with all of my previous relationships. I can’t imagine they’ll be any different now. Besides, my parents and I have always been open and honest with each other. I’m not going to wait, Don.”

As they had done once before, Stephen’s parents, Stan and Terri, picked us up on a Saturday morning in Waynesboro, VA. Stephen had no worries whatsoever about breaking our news to them, but I was nervous, unsure of how they would react. Gay marriage is not a topic one could bring up lightly; some reactions could be downright belligerent. But his parents were thrilled when he told them immediately after hugging them, and both began excitedly to contribute ideas for the wedding. It was the main topic of conversation during the drive from Waynesboro to Manassas, VA, where we stayed at their home for a week.

I enjoyed being in the home where Stephen grew up, seeing his little apartment above his parents’ garage, with all the things he had accumulated–his trophies, martial arts paraphernalia, musical instruments, even his stack of bear porn magazines and DVD’s–and pouring over all the photos his parents had taken of him. Stephen grinned and laughed as they shared stories–some quite embarrassing–about him over dinner. I laughed with him and was sorely tempted to kiss him.

As we fell into bed that first night in his apartment, he pinched my nipple and said reprovingly, “And you wanted to wait to tell them.”

“I deserved that. I’m just not used to being … gay.”

“Still? I guess I’ll have to help you along more.”

He pushed me onto my back and climbed up my hairy chest. He shoved his long penis into my eager mouth and fucked my face. His cock was hard in my mouth, and he fucked me so aggressively. I was moaning, my body on fire with desire. I caressed his body. In the course of the 2000+ miles he had hiked, his short, buff physique had steadily shed lean body mass. He was too lean. I could see his protruding ribcage above my face, and his hard ass was now bony. Stephen often joked on the trail, “Have you seen my ass somewhere? It seems to have vanished.” But his legs were huge and rock-hard, just like his cock at that moment.

I was in similar physical condition. He wasn’t as anal about keeping track of his weight, but every pound I lost was a triumph worth celebrating. I was leaner and fitter than I’ve ever been in my adult life. The weight loss was costly as I had to regularly buy new hiking apparel; I couldn’t simply cinch my belt tighter the way Stephen could. The costs were unimportant to me, though. I had money saved up, so I was free to celebrate and shop as needed.

Stephen climbed off me. We positioned ourselves on our sides. I took his cock in my mouth, and he took mine in his. My fingers slipped into his anus, and his into mine. We moaned heavily, loudly, sucking and finger-fucking with abandon, not caring if the noise carried into the main house. We forestalled our orgasms as long as we could, forcing our trembling bodies to let the pressure build. Stephen picked up his pace, and I followed suit. Our moans crescendoed. I felt as though my balls would blow up. My moans were amplified by my desperation: desperate to relief the pressure and desperate not to come before Stephen came. My legs were thrashing now. I could not control my mouth to continue sucking on his cock. Stephen rammed his cock down my throat, and it pulsed, spewing his creamy fluids down my gullet. I gagged trying to cry out in ecstatic release as my own cock blasted Stephen’s throat.

“Ass up!” Stephen commanded, his voice deep and rough.

I got onto my knees and stuck my ass up, reaching back with my hands to spread my smooth buns apart. He spit onto my asshole and then homed in with his tongue. I moaned and ground my face into the mattress. I felt like an electrical storm was raging from my ass all the way up my spine, making me tremble and gasp. Stephen pulled back and rammed his fingers into me. His fingers dug around inside my cavity, pressing forward, stretching the hole wide, prodding my prostate. He withdrew his fingers and said, “Nice and clean. Gotta love that shower douche.” He had pulled out his shower douche and shown me how to use it when we had come back to his apartment after dinner. Stephen spit on my hole one more time and then plugged me up with all eight inches of his cock.

“Oh, yes, fuck me, Stephen!” The old me would never say such a thing. My parents forbade foul language, and I had always been an obedient son. But I was a new man now. I wanted to be fucked; I had no scruples about it.

Stephen plowed me roughly, tenderizing the exterior of my ass with his palms as he tenderized the interior with his cock. I was in heaven, and taksim escort it lasted a good while. When he was ready to shoot, he climbed completely onto my back, ramming his swelling cock all the way in. I roared into the mattress as he shot his load inside me and I shot mine into my cupped hand. He climbed off, and I rolled to my side. Stephen took my cupped hand in his and lifted it to his face. His eyes met mine as his tongue lapped at the shallow pool of semen in my hand. Whatever inhibitions I may have had evaporated completely. I scooted close to him and took his cock into my mouth. It was coated with a mixture of his come and my anal juices, but there was no brown shit on it, not even the smell of shit. Frankly, I didn’t care that his cock was relatively clean. I would have sucked it no matter what. I sucked his cock clean and said, “I want more.”

“My, aren’t we being raunchy tonight.” Stephen slapped my ass, climbed over my hips, shoved his cock back into my juicy ass, and then climbed over again, bringing his sodden cock to my mouth. “You’re such a piggy!” he declared as I slurped the juices off his cock. He leaned over my side and pulled on the back of my thigh. I curled up into a fetal position, my ass big and round. He rummaged about in my ass with his fingers, then fed me his wet fingers. I mewled like a happy baby sucking on a mother’s teat.

Stephen fucked me once more. This time he fucked me on my back with my thick, hairy legs up in the air, his grip strong on my ankles. I coated the soft black fur on my chest and belly with my white cream. He fed me my own semen with his fingers before he fed me his cock and his semen from my well-fucked hole.

He moved till we were face to face. We kissed, tasting each other. Stephen turned and curled up on his side, his smooth cheek on my outstretched arm, his back to my chest, my moist, diminishing cock against his bony ass. I wrapped an arm and a leg around him, holding him tight to me.

We slept late into the morning and arrived freshly showered but still groggy into his parents’ kitchen.

“It’s a wonder you got any sleep,” Stan said to us.

“You mean it’s a wonder we got any sleep,” Terri corrected her husband.

“What are you going on about?” Stephen asked.

“You two! That’s what! Moaning and moaning and moaning.”

“Your father and I had to make our own moans to drown yours out.”

Then the three of them broke down into hysterical fits of laughter, doubling over and clutching their guts when they weren’t pointing at me. “Oh, Don, my poor bear! Your face is all red!” Stephen finally blurted out when his laughter subsided sufficiently.

“Don, as you can see, we’re quite open about sex,” Stan said, clarifying the obvious.

I smiled weakly at them, still uncomfortable and embarrassed. “I see,” I said lamely.

“Oh, Don! You’re so cute!” Stephen said and kissed me smack on the lips right in front of his parents. He wasn’t making it any easier for me; but he was smiling broadly at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

For the next few days, we took trips into the greater DC metropolitan area to visit some museums and monuments and meet up with some of his friends. Many of his friends were young, gay men like himself. A few of his friends actually flirted with me, to which Stephen declared, “He’s all mine! You may look, but hands off!” His aggressive and possessive tone stirred something within me. It aroused me, sent titillating ripples down my back. Again, I smiled weakly, though this time I had to suppress an erection. The day before Thanksgiving, Stephen took me to Old Town Alexandria and introduced me to his former co-workers. On our way back to Manassas, we stopped in at George Mason University, where he had gone for his undergraduate.

The week ended with a tremendous Thanksgiving meal. I’ve never been very helpful in the kitchen, so I kept out of the way as Stephen and his parents cooked. They worked together harmoniously, communicating with simple words, gestures, or just a look. However busy he was, he never forgot me. He’d steal glances at me and smile. He’d come over to me with a spoon full of whatever they were making and say, “What d’you think?” My answer was always an appreciative “Delicious!”

His Aunt Lucy and her husband David arrived with their twin twelve-year-old daughters, Stephanie and Bethany. His grandparents on both sides of the family arrived shortly thereafter. Stephen would introduce me to them as his husband-to-be. His grandfather Dwight rolled his eyes at this and walked off without shaking my hand, but everyone else seemed genuinely pleased with our engagement. The food was extremely satisfying, and the conversations were jovial and energetic. Stephen and I ate as though we could pad our skins and bones with enough protein and fat all in one meal. Everyone at the table marveled as we ate and ate and ate. They called us “ravenous beasts” and “bottomless pits.”

Stephen topkapı escort and I were fortunate to complete our thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail in time to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family. It was a chance to see him in his home environment, completely open and at ease with his family. My love for him grew.

On Saturday morning, we loaded up Stephen’s little Mini with our backpacks, the few clothes that he could still wear, an acoustic guitar, and a few other personal belongings. We headed east on I-66, onto the Beltway, and then northward on I-95. Stephen put the car on cruise, stretched out his legs, and held my hand. I brought his hand to my lips. I kissed his long, slender fingers, smiling at his manicured nails. Before I knew what I was doing, I had his fingers in my mouth, lovingly licking and sucking on them. I grew so horny that I guided his wet fingers to my bulging crotch. During the long stretches of highway driving, he’d fondle my hard-on and balls through my nylon hiking pants. I parted my legs wide and reclined the seat. He edged me for nearly four hours, his hand abandoning my loins every now and then to shift gears or grab a quick snack or drink. I was a blubbering mess. I’d beg, whimper, and whine to be allowed to come, but Stephen continued torturing me. I could have easily jerked myself, but I wanted Stephen to make me come. I wanted him to be in control. When I finally exploded, just before we crossed the NJ/NY boundary, I screamed and banged my first on the ceiling. The fabric rubbing against my sensitive cockhead and the resistance my fluids encountered because of the fabric made my orgasm almost painfully intense. My body floundered in the car seat like a fish tossed onto dry land. Stephen held out his wet hand to me, and I raised the back of the seat. He fed me my own semen on his hand, rubbing my wet crotch to gather more semen after I licked clean his hand.

I moaned around his fingers, pausing my licking long enough to say, “I like it when you’re in control, Stephen. Do you?”

“It’s fun,” he said.

“I’d like it if you were in control all the time.”

“All the time? I don’t know, Don. Won’t that get a little old after a while? I like variety.”

“You haven’t complained.”

“I didn’t feel the need. I mean … you’ve taken charge before.”

“Yeah, back on Killington … two months ago.”

“Has it really been that long? I guess I didn’t notice.”

“Because you like being in control, Stephen. You like taking me aggressively. It turns you on, just like it turns me on.”

“I suppose.”

I frowned. “Does it bother you, Stephen? Why can’t you just admit it?”

“No, it doesn’t bother me, Don. It’s just … I really haven’t thought about it. When we have sex and the mood hits me, I enjoy been aggressive. It just happens. I don’t think about it.”

“I do. A lot. You’re so powerful and manly, and I feel so powerless and … I don’t know, not manly.”

“Do you feel feminine? I’m not into feminizing men, Don.”

“No, I don’t feel feminine at all. I feel more like a wild animal than a man, I guess.”

“Like a wild bear?”

“Yeah, a wild bear that needs to be tamed.”

“Tamed?”

“Tamed … by you.”

“Interesting. Let’s talked about it later, Don. Traffic is picking up.”

We arrived in North Adams, MA, a little after six in the evening. We unloaded the Mini, showered, dressed, and headed over to my brother Rob’s house on the other side of town for a welcome-home party. There, we announced our engagement to my family, and another round of cheerful celebration and excited conversation ensued. We finally stumbled back into my two-storied cape well past midnight, tired and aching. (The body aches would haunt us for almost two months. Our feet were especially troublesome. The first step out of bed was usually excruciating.) We fell into the queen-sized bed, and I whispered to Stephen as I spooned him and wrapped him in my arms, “Welcome home, my love.”

With Christmas around the corner, we hastily made preparations for the holiday. I had given up on decorating the house and going out for gift shopping after my painful divorce seven years ago. My ex, Vivian, had said she couldn’t stand the sight of me anymore and left me for a fitness trainer. I was less inclined to show myself in public after that. But I came home after my journey of 2500+ miles (including the miles I had repeated) a 6’4″, 190-pound “hunk of a bear,” to quote Stephen. I had lost over 160 lbs on the trail! (Stephen himself had shed a net total of 30 lbs. His 5’8″ and 130-pound body, all lean and tanned, looked positively tiny compared to mine.) His blue eyes looked on me with love and desire. His lips and hands, his entire body, couldn’t seem to endure even a few seconds without making contact with mine. And I felt the same about him. I was overflowing with joy. For once in many years, I actually wanted to celebrate beyoglu escort Christmas. I yearned for the festive decorations, the day spent with my parents, my brother, and his wife and sons. Not only did we needed to buy a Christmas tree, decorations, and presents; we also needed to buy new clothes that would fit our reduced physiques, yet would have room for us to grow into. I, for one, could not wear any of my former clothes. It was sheer madness, but we were like two teenage girls who had won a shopping spree. I can’t remember ever enjoying being a materialistic consumer so much.

It was truly the best Christmas I had ever known. My parents, Norm and Susan, were happily retired and busy traveling to all the places they had dreamed of visiting, but they made sure to be in North Adams to welcome me back home. They had their own ground floor room with a private bathroom in an addition to Rob’s house. It was their present from Rob and myself for their joint retirements three years ago so they didn’t have to worry about keeping up a house, especially considering they were planning to travel abroad more often than not. My eldest nephew, Phil, was home from Mass Art for the holidays, and his younger brother, Joe, was all excited about his high school football team’s recent victories. We were all such happy folk. Well, Rob’s wife, Carol, was still a bit chilly, but she had always been that way with me.

After New Year’s Day, I went back to work as senior software programmer for the little company my brother and I founded, and Rob helped Stephen get a job as a graphic designer at a local marketing firm. It wasn’t a challenging job for him, but it accorded him the time and means to pursue his hobby as a graphic novelist. The days flew by.

We selected the second Saturday after the 4th of July as our wedding date, almost one year to the day we met at Maupin Field Shelter, twenty miles south of Waynesboro. Neither one of us wanted an extravagant, traditional wedding. We just wanted our families and friends to join us in our celebration, and we wanted to celebrate casually. Rob kindly offered up his spacious house with an in-ground swimming pool and a 2-acre backyard for the wedding.

Stephen and I turned a portion of the finished basement of our house into a simple workout room, complete with a punching/kicking bag, free weights, and mats. We had both lost a great deal of lean body mass during our thru-hikes. It was hard work to regain what we had lost, especially for me. I had never been inclined to exercise, and though I did get some physical training prior to getting on the AT, it was mostly designed to lose as much fat as quickly as possible. After the AT, Stephen shouldered the burden of being my personal trainer. It was a burden for him because I was too focused on his lean, tanned body glistening with sweat to spare much attention to the martial arts forms he tried to teach me. It didn’t help that we exercised wearing only jockstraps, especially as his bony figure grew robust and chiseled. Clever as he was, he used his own cock to bribe me, promising me a hard fuck if I made an effort to learn the forms. Against such a bribe, I discovered my personal integrity was nonexistent. After warm-up exercises, several reps with the free weights, stretches, an hour of forms, an half-hour of punching and kicking, and another session of stretches, Stephen would systematically go about destroying my bear ass until I was delirious with ecstasy. Stephen would mix up the exercise routines, incorporating cardio and core training, but we’d always end up with his hard cock up my big ass.

By the time our wedding day arrived, I was a muscular 240 lbs, and Stephen a buff 165 lbs. We were quite a handsome husband-and-husband on our wedding day. It was a magical day, one I shall always treasure. Stephen’s parents had driven up from Virginia a couple of days before, hauling a trailer filled with the remainder of Stephen’s belongings hitched to their SUV. I could see how happy he was to have his parents at our wedding and to finally have all his belongings. We fixed up the spare bedroom for them. For other family members and friends, we reserved some rooms in a nearby hotel, but some friends we had made on the Appalachian Trail arrived with their camping gear and created their own little tent-city in our backyard.

One such trail friend was Raging Storm. He was a lanky kid from elevation-challenged Florida and had been fresh out of college when he started his thru-hike. He came storming into our living room, his blond mane blown back, and bear-hugged Stephen. “Hey, hey! Raging Storm and Raging Wind back together!” This was my first time meeting him. It wasn’t an auspicious beginning.

“Back together?” I asked a bit piqued.

“Yeah, dude. We hiked through North Carolina and Tennessee together.”

“We gave each other our trail names, Don.”

“Dude, remember Watuaga Lake Shelter? That stupid girl dumped her dog’s food on the ground. I went ballistic! I yelled at her to bag the food and hang it. And then I noticed other shit people had dumped on the ground. I went insane. I grabbed an extra trash bag from my pack and started picking shit up.”

“Yeah, I remember. You were totally enraged and you were like a storm, all over the place, howling. So I named you Raging Storm.”

Ricky, my partner, unlocked the bedroom door and I noticed Jason peering down the corridor to make sure the three of us weren’t being watched.

“Are you sure your wife will be asleep?” I checked with him, as I closed the door behind him and Ricky clicked on one of the bedside lamps.

“Yeah, she were rat-arsed when I brought her up to bed,” Jason replied. “If she in’t asleep, she’ll be throwin’ her guts up in the john. Either way, she won’t notice if I’m not there.”

He sprawled himself out in the white leather armchair which was positioned to one side of our double bed. His large, tall frame was almost too hefty for it and his thick, tattooed forearms hung over each side.

“Come on then, lads,” he laughed with a drunken drawl. “Ya know what I’m here for… let’s see the two o’ ya get started!”

“Surely you want us to undress first?” Ricky asked. I could tell from the way he slightly slurred the word ‘undress’ that the alcohol was affecting him more than his manner would suggest.

Jason chortled and then said, “Naah… it’ll be better if ya start off with yer posh suits on. Make it more interestin’, like.”

“It’ll be a bit difficult for us to have sex in our suits,” Ricky pointed out, undoing the top button of his shirt and loosening his tie. “If you’re sure that’s what you want to see…?”

Jason laughed again. “That’s exactly what I wanna see. The full fuckin’ works! How two blokes get down to it… wankin’, suckin’, bummin’… the lot!”

The two of us couldn’t help giggle and Jason looked puzzled at our amusement. I explained to him: “Bumming is a bit of a playground word.”

He shrugged and dismissively waved his one of his shovel hands. “Well, whatever you wanna call it, then. I wanna see a cock goin’ into an arse, put it like that!”

“Surely you’ve seen your own doing that to your wife?” Ricky asked.

Jason chuckled. “That’s different, mate. I wanna see how you guys do it. How it works when you’ve got two men goin’ at it together… two rock hard cocks and a couple o’ tight little arseholes!”

I looked at Ricky and we smiled at each other. We’d never made love in the presence of an audience before – well, not to our knowledge – and it would be intriguing to have another man – especially a big, ostensibly straight bloke like Jason – sitting alongside us, watching us perform.

“Do you think it’ll be different from what you’re used to?” I asked him.

He grinned. “Fuckin’ yeah! Of course it will! Two ‘orny blokes, both ‘ot for each other, with no woman there to tell them she’s gettin’ tired, or gettin’ an ‘eadache or whatever!”

“I think you’re over-egging it a bit,” Ricky laughed. “You’ll probably find we’re not as dynamic as you’re expecting us to be.”

Jason just chuckled, clearly unconvinced. “Come on, fellas. I know how it works when it’s two gay blokes goin’ at it together. I’ve seen stuff on the web. All that spunk in yer bollocks and no-one to keep a lid on things… I think we all know what a fuckin’ good show I’m gonna get!”

He slouched back into the armchair, trying to make himself more comfortable, and gave the growing mound of his crotch a gentle rub through his black formal trousers.

Ricky and I grinned at each other, fascinated at seeing this large, burly man starting to become aroused, while Jason smirked back at us, enjoying the fact we were both clearly attracted to him.

“Ya don’t mind if I give my todger a little work-over while I watch, do ya?” he asked.

We both shook our heads. Did he mean he was going to get it out and wank himself off in front of us?

“Okay then, lover boys,” he said with a grin, his finger and thumb finding his thickening rod through the black material and slowly moving up and down it. “Let’s see how the two of ya do the dirty together!”

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Jason had first come over to our table in the hotel bar just after the wedding service. The photos of the bride and groom’s families had just been taken in the gardens and everyone had dispersed into their own small groups trying to find ways to fill time until the evening. Ricky and I had been sitting together, drinking quietly in the corner, feeling a little awkward that we knew so few people in the party.

Jason had sat himself down in front of us, his half-empty pint in his hand, and introduced himself as the brother of the bride, although both Ricky and I had long since guessed who he was. It wasn’t just his prime position at the front of the church which had given it away: he had exactly the same shade of dark brown hair as Amanda, the bride, and his face was instantly recognisable as a younger and more athletic version of her dad’s.

Indeed we’d both noticed him as soon as we’d arrived that morning: he was a tall, muscular bloke struggling not to burst out of the new suit he’d been squeezed into and looked like he’d be more at home getting oil all over himself under a car than having to parade around in his imposed finery. Ricky had whispered in the church that Jason was ‘RBC’ – an abbreviation which I knew stood for ‘rough but cute’ – and I had quietly agreed that he had the build of mecidiyeköy escort a rugby player, a sturdy physique which my partner knew me to be an ardent fan of. We’d grinned at each other as we saw him take his place on the front pew of the church: his buttocks looking full and succulent as he’d hitched up his jacket to sit down and the hem of his underwear clearly defined against the straining seat of his trousers.

Now that Jason was right in front of us, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms like tree-trunks and swathed with faded tattoos, the two of us were reduced to ogling him speechlessly. He seemed to recognise that the only two gay guys in the wedding party admired his appearance and, from the broadness of his unaffected grin, it seemed that the knowledge was far more amusing to him than it was threatening.

“You’re friends with David, the groom, aren’t ya?” he asked us after we’d clumsily introduced ourselves and managed to make some obligatory small-talk about the wedding service.

Ricky nodded. “He was on the same course as Scott at university,” he told Jason, gesturing towards me.

Without further prompting, Jason said, “You two look really good together.”

We must have just stared at him because he chuckled and clarified himself: “What I mean is, ya make a nice couple. I think it looks great to see two fellas in a relationship – I wish it were somethin’ you saw more often.”

Neither of us knew how to respond and eventually Ricky, for want of anything better to say, muttered, “I thought straight guys were supposed to think that women make nice couples. Not pairs of guys…”

Jason laughed at that; a real blokeish belly laugh.

“I’ll grant ya that,” he agreed after taking a swig from his beer. “Lesbian couples are usually better to look at than gay men, in some respects at least. But you two look pretty good together too – ya seem well-matched and ya look really nice in yer flashy suits.”

We continued to feel a little uncomfortable from his attentions, but we thanked him nonetheless. It was true that Ricky and I made a fetching sight together: we’d been an item for over ten years and had that easy familiarity with one another which instantly betrayed that we were a lot more than good friends. Ricky was a little shorter than me but was strikingly more handsome, having a beautifully tanned Italian complexion and a thick head of luscious black hair to match. In contrast, I’m blond-haired and blue-eyed, with what has most charitably been described as a “boy next door” face and just the first signs of wrinkles starting to show around my eyes.

We both kept ourselves well-toned at the gym and were both keen swimmers (we’d met at the local pool, incidentally), and I must admit that Jason was right about how stunning we both looked in our sharply-tailored suits, wearing deliberately contrasting Sam Homber ties.

“So what do you lads do, then?” Jason asked, and then added with a somewhat bawdy chuckle: “Yer jobs, I mean.”

I briefly described my work in water purity for the Environment Agency and Ricky told him that he’s an accountant.

Jason nodded, pretending to be interested, and I noticed, from the way he was perched on the bar stool, that his trousers had ridden up, emphasizing one of the biggest packages I’d ever had the good fortune to lay my eyes on. His fly seemed as if it was on the point of giving way with the pressure of the huge mound of flesh it was struggling to retain and I’m sure I could make out his thick, flaccid cock curling like a German sausage with its prominently-ridged head poking outwards between the paired lumps of his fattened bollocks.

Jason saw me eyeing up his voluminous crotch and beamed a suggestive grin at me. I felt my cheeks blush and I looked self-consciously down at the ice in my gin and tonic, only pleased that, unlike many other straight guys who found themselves in his position, Jason didn’t seem offended by having a gay guy check out his bulge.

“So… er… what do you do for a living?” I managed to ask him once Ricky had finished explaining, in far more detail than was necessary, how he wasn’t the sort of accountant who handled people’s tax returns.

Jason replied, “Ya know those orange cones ya see on the motorway when they’re doin’ repairs?”

We both nodded.

“Well, I make the white reflective sleeves that fit around them.”

I couldn’t immediately think of a response to that and Ricky seemed lost for words too.

Jason laughed at the two of us gawping gormlessly at him. “Don’t worry, fellas – it’s always a conversation stopper, that one!”

I was about to make some inane comment about how none of us pause to think about the origins of objects we take for granted, when Jason stood up, told us how good it was to meet us and said he’d catch up with us later.

As he carried his pint back to the bar – flaunting, or so it seemed, that voluptuous arse of his – Ricky and I looked at each other quizzically.

“He seemed… er… friendly,” I suggested.

Ricky chuckled. “Was he hitting on beşiktaş escort us?”

“I don’t think so,” I replied. “He was with that woman in the church… the stoat-faced one with the dress about four sizes too small for her. I think it was his wife.”

Ricky shrugged. “Well, for a married straight guy, he seemed very interested in the fact we’re a couple.”

“I guess some men are just curious about how things work when it’s two guys. Or maybe we’re the first male couple he’s met.”

He nodded and looked back over at Jason who was now chatting with another bloke at the bar.

===

Ricky and I took our shoes off and kneeled on the bed together, facing each other. We were chuckling to ourselves at how naughty this seemed: to be on the verge of performing intimately together with another man sitting watching us just a few feet away.

“Let’s see ya kiss first,” Jason instructed us. “Get things started with a nice, juicy Frenchie!”

I looked over at him, admiring how large his cock was starting to look as it slowly developed in size from being toyed with through the confines of his trousers. I’ve always liked the fact that Ricky has a much larger manhood than I have, but even his would shrink into insignificance in comparison with Jason’s gargantuan shaft.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see us doing that,” I said. “I thought seeing two men kissing each other would be a turn-off.”

“It’s not my favourite thing and I’d never be able to do it mysel’ – well, not wi’ a bloke! – but you’ve got to start somewhere, haven’t ya?”

I turned back to Ricky and we leaned towards each other. I closed my eyes and we gently pressed our lips together, working our tongues together hesitantly rather than sensually because of the strangeness of being watched.

Jason laughed at seeing us kiss.

“Yeah… that’s nice, that is!” he called over to us, sounding distinctly interested in what we were doing in spite of his amusement. “Get stuck in, lads!”

Ricky’s tongue steadily grew in confidence and started working itself into my mouth with more force. I pushed back against him, refusing to be dominated by him, and I felt his lips smile against mine as we enjoyed our gentle play-fight with our tongues. His stubble ground like sandpaper against my chin: in spite of him having shaved that morning, he already had the makings of a beard coming through dark against his skin.

“Put yer arms around each other,” Jason commanded. “Do it like ya mean it!”

We did as he’d told us to and held each other by the shoulders. It was difficult to caress each other with our jackets on but we did our best to at least suggest to Jason some of the affection we felt for one other. We worked our hands down each other’s backs and Ricky groped at my backside under the tails of my jacket.

Our kissing became more passionate as we started to relax into it in spite of being so intently watched. Our tongues played together, one of us pushing more firmly until the other reasserted himself, and our lips puckered against one another, teasing and resisting each other’s attempts at dominance with the two of us smiling at the game we were playing.

“This in’t doin’ it for me,” Jason cut in, an edge to his voice underlining that he was eager to move things on. “Work yer cocks against each other through yer trousers. Let’s see ya gettin’ each other ‘orny…”

We shuffled forwards together, both willing to be directed by this tall, authoritative man, so that our crotches were pressing together as we continued kissing. I could feel that Ricky was already running a semi – he was far more aroused than I’d expected – but my own smaller organ was resolutely limp. For some reason I was becoming nervous to be performing like this for another man: I didn’t like the pressure of having to be sexual on command rather than on impulse, and I was more uncomfortable than I might have expected to be showing a stranger how two gay guys enjoy intimacy together.

Ricky started rubbing himself up and down against my groin so that I could feel him getting harder as he did so. The feel of his growing stiffness rubbing against my own insubstantial shaft through my trousers made me start to feel more excited. This was my lover’s developing cock becoming aroused against me: that was what I had to focus on.

“Okay, lads, that’s enough pissin’ about,” Jason said more impatiently. “Unzip yoursel’s and get yer knobs out. I wanna see ya playin’ with each other’s cocks.”

===

I next saw Jason later in the afternoon after I’d grown bored of watching the cutting of the cake and had left Ricky among the crowd taking photos of the couple smiling wearily with the knife held in interminable poses while I popped to the gents for a pee.

I was standing at the empty row of urinals and had just started relieving myself when I heard another man slam into the toilets and position himself alongside me, leaving an appropriate one urinal gap between us.

Before I had chance to surreptitiously glance over to see who had joined me, Jason’s deep voice etiler escort boomed across to me, “Ah, it’s you Scott! Didn’t see ya there, mate!”

Even in my surprise, what Jason had said – or, perhaps, rather the way he’d said it – registered as pre-prepared. I wondered afterwards if he’d followed me into the toilet deliberately.

I looked over at him, struggling to pull his cock out through his fly. The tightness of his trousers was proving troublesome and it didn’t help that the zipper on his fly seemed to only open halfway.

“Bloody suit!” he laughed. “New on today and the zip’s already knackered!”

I’m not surprised, I thought, with the strain you’ve been putting on it.

“Still, I don’t suppose I’ll need to wear it a second time,” he went on, continuing to wrestle with his organ through the narrow opening of his fly. “Amanda’s the last one in the family to get married.”

I nodded, trying not to peer too intentionally at the difficulty he was having with the front of his trousers.

“It might come in ‘andy next time I’m up in court, though!” he laughed.

I smiled and then got on urinating, turning back to face the tiled wall in front of me.

“There! That’s got it!” he exclaimed in a way that seemed to encourage me to look back over.

I didn’t take the bait: this guy was, after all, straight and married and could conceivably turn nasty if he thought I was checking out his penis as I stood alongside him in the gents.

So instead I asked, with what I hoped was a pointed emphasis: “How’s your wife enjoying the wedding?”

“Laura?” he asked, as if I would somehow know her name. “Yeah, she’s ‘avin’ a good time. There’s plenty o’ booze on the go, so that’s keepin’ ‘er out o’ mischief!”

I continued peeing, staring straight ahead as the flow reduced to a trickle.

“Are you and yer fella stayin’ over in the ‘otel tonight?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “We both like a drink, so it seemed easiest to stay over.”

“Yeah, same with us,” he agreed, his cock seemingly refusing to produce any urine. “Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

I nodded and shook myself, releasing the last few dribbles of pee.

“Are you lads in a double room, then?” he asked.

Now I did turn to look at him: I was unable to stop myself. He grinned at me with his cock poking out from his fly. He made no attempt to hide it – if anything, he purposefully held it outwards between just his finger and thumb as if wanting to show it off to maximum effect.

And it looked absolutely enormous: much bigger than I’d guessed. It was easily as thick as my wrist and about eight inches long, and as far as I could tell it was completely limp!

I stared at it wide-eyed and he peered at mine, looking like a tiny and shrivelled chipolata in comparison with his over-sized bull-dick.

“I only ask,” he said, yanking his foreskin back to reveal a fat, pink helmet-shaped head, “because we ‘ad to settle for a twin. They ‘ad no doubles left by the time we booked.”

“No, we managed to get a double,” I muttered, unable to stop myself from staring at his huge cock. He jerked his foreskin back and forth a few times, trying to coax it to start peeing, and it seemed to grow a little between his fingers as if it had interpreted the action as a masturbatory tug.

“It’ll be nice for you lads to have a double bed,” he suggested. “Sometimes the whole weddin’ thing makes ya feel a bit romantic, doesn’t it?”

I looked up to his face and saw him grinning at me. “From over ‘ere, Scott,” he chuckled, throwing a purposeful look towards my crotch, “it looks like it’s already worked its magic!”

I realised that I was now holding an erection which arched upwards through the fly of my trousers. Even at full-size, my cock had a mere fraction of the bulk of his and the exposed pink head of it looked tiny and bean-like in comparison with his plump, purple mushroom cap.

“Sorry, I… er…” I stammered, struggling to tuck my unintended hard-on back into my underwear.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed. “Yer mate Ricky’ll sort that out later for ya, I bet!”

I walked over to the washbasins, my erection making the front of my trousers stick outwards. I looked over at Jason through the mirrors above the sinks, turning to chuckle at my reddening face as he still held his uncooperative organ out towards the urinal.

“I’m gonna have to pull my trousers down a bit,” he announced. “The zipper’s too tight for me to be able to piss.”

I nodded, turning on the hot tap to wash my hands and trying not look as flustered as I felt.

He undid his belt and hitched his trousers down. He was wearing tight, white briefs underneath and he hitched those down too.

“Sorry to show off my arse,” he said. “Hope it doesn’t put ya off yer weddin’ cake!”

I pretended not to have heard his comment and squirted some soap onto my fingers.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop myself looking across at his bum through the mirror. His large, muscular buttocks were pale and hairless but the deep valley between them was thickly forested with an abundant tangle of coarse, wiry hair. It was exactly the sort of backside I loved to get my face into: nice, firm cheeks so handsomely framing a moist, sweaty cleft. His arse crack would reek of his rich, manly scent and right down low, where the rear gusset of his briefs was nuzzling between the tops of his big, hairy thighs, his hot, juicy hole would, I was sure, taste divine.

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